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[MAY 2019] Earth / Re: [May 2019] - EARTH - Discussion Thread
« on: May 07, 2019, 11:52:16 PM »
Ah, yes, I think we tend to refer to that as a Gardner/Architect here. I'm definitely in the middle there, often start hardcore in the garden, and as I write I start planning more and more, leaving myself a lot of leeway to erase entire parts and threads and shift things around a lot.
The more I know things, the less interested in writing them out I become, like it's a story told, and doesn't need to be written down.

So I guess you and I would be the type who'd have to go back in drafts to add foreshadowing, because we don't see our own twists coming from very far?  ;D

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[MAY 2019] Earth / Re: [May 2019] - EARTH - Discussion Thread
« on: May 07, 2019, 11:00:21 PM »
No no, don't worry, the new threads are added each month. This is where we chat, no problem. Next month we'll open the voting thread and the following month the review thread.

Have a look at the Erotica threads, the ones from last month, so you can see what the voting thread looks like... Feel free to try your hand at voting too, there are only 4 entries and you can cast a single vote. We've gotten around the tradition of saying when we've voted, kind of like to make sure everyone who submitted gets a reminder if they forget to vote (kinda fair, but it's really not enforced, unless things changed whilst I was away these part 4 months).

Titles for your story : The Chase ? Dust, Mud, and Ambushes ?  ;D

I'll PM you shortly.

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[APR 2019] Erotica / Re: [Apr 2019] - Erotica - Voting Thread
« on: May 07, 2019, 07:38:04 PM »
Same xD

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[APR 2019] Erotica / Re: [Apr 2019] - Erotica - Voting Thread
« on: May 06, 2019, 08:08:56 PM »
Thanks Bea !

Darn one vote rule is no joke!! I hope many of the people who chickened out of trying erotica will read it though ahaha!

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[APR 2019] Erotica / Re: [Apr 2019] - Erotica - Discussion Thread
« on: May 06, 2019, 04:50:35 PM »
Bea ! I know there is no rush per se, but can we have the voting thread please? XD

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[MAY 2019] Earth / Re: [May 2019] - EARTH - Discussion Thread
« on: May 06, 2019, 04:49:00 PM »
No reason to beat yourself over the head because your story style picks elements from others. Nk jemisin didn't invent earth bending and rothfuss didn't invent true-name based magic either.
You can borrow from any magic system so long as you don't go and rip off the tiniest details of things such as Sanderson's crazy systems.

Welcome to the competition! You've got a great style, you should write more for sure!
But you'll not get criticism or comment until we hit the review period after the votes... In a couple of months! We tend not to criticise (at least not in public threads) other people's stories so as not to influence other readers and voters.
I've read your story though, if you're impatient, I'll happily PM you my views.
Otherwise you're now in waiting hell with me, we published too soon and will have to wait a month for a new topic and in your case 2 months for your first critics.
When the voting is done we'll open a specific review/critic thread.

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Yeah I agree.
I stopped caring à good while back. I had a fun time in Westeros, but just like Doors of Stone, I've made my peace with the inevitable. That it may never come, and if it does it may be crap.

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[MAY 2019] Earth / Re: [May 2019] - EARTH - Discussion Thread
« on: May 04, 2019, 09:58:49 AM »
I know right??

Please don't get used to it...

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[MAY 2019] Earth / Re: [May 2019] - EARTH - Submission Thread
« on: May 04, 2019, 12:27:41 AM »
This seats on a few hours of research, so the names and places are all actual (even the 2 named characters are off inscriptions of Gaulish given names), but heck, this is hardly historical for all that. For the curious I'll link the two songs I listened to ad-nauseam while I was writing.

Spoiler for Hiden:

For ease of reading, the MC is a Carnute, a people of Gaul that lived between the Loire and Seine, kinda west of Paris, and the Parisii are... well... the Gauls who lived in nowadays Paris, though the capital was then known as Lutecia (now that's the name of a pretty fancy hotel and restaurant in Paris). Also "Alesia" is the place where the Gauls, led by Vercingetorix, capitulated to Caesar... That's just some references, because the 1500 words obviously don't allow me the space to make this historical fiction friendly to people who didn't study Gaul or read Asterix and Obelix.

Carnonos, 1500 words.

Spoiler for Hiden:
You want to know how the Romans were sent packing? How I helped tipping the scales of Fate? Well, I supposed it started with ill luck, no matter who you ask. Romans can tell one tree from another, but that's to better fell them. They don't respect the sanctity of sacred groves. I believe it all began in a battle pushed too far and a stroke given to the wrong man, but for me it was with the skinning of a doe.

The spring had been dragging, never truly leaving the embrace of winter, and the poor thing was lean and without a fawn. I was quartering her when a messenger appeared, bedraggled and hard-pressed.
He'd run from the small grove south of Cenabum, where a gathering of druids and Mothers had sent for me by name. There was a fuss, he told me, with a druid of the Parisii come so far south, and already a white cow had been sacrificed.
What a Parisii druid wanted of me, I didn't know, but I didn't question it. Druids all seem to know everything, after a while one stops wondering.

I made my way North, slinking past the Roman patrolled roads, stopping only to ask shelter in an isolated farmstead, and before two days had gone, I entered the grove where I was expected. I recognised several of the Mothers, and two of the druids, but the messenger hadn't lied, this was a large and busy gathering.

My bow and knives were taken from me, and I was led to kneel at the feet of the great Oak tree at the heart of the grove, its ancient branches rustling with the bones of cranes and holly tied in wheels.
The Parisii druid sat on a thick root, his cloak lined with wolf fur and pinned by a Taranis wheel. The torc around his neck looked a lot like mine, but slimmer, and made of gold.
I bowed and waited.

"Eskenga Kouadrounia, you are an initiated Daughter."

"Yes," I said, raising my head to meet the eyes of the Parisii man. His name was Martialis, and he had ridden from Lutecia.

"The war is not going well, Eskenga."

Like I wouldn't know.

My village chief had gone with every able warriors, most never to return, and my father – once crippled in a raid, but still a respected hunter – had resigned himself and taught me the craft, to use bow and arrow as my mother had taught me to card and spin, to dye and weave stripes and herringbone.
Then the fighting had turned so bitter that even my one-armed father had gone to die at the tip of a Roman spear, and I'd been left not just the only initiate Daughter for leagues, but also one of the last hunters who could spear boar and buck.
For two springs I'd been given youths to teach. I showed them how to walk in the forest, how to craft sigils of silence out of yew and hazel, how to ensnare small game and ward off wolves. I was reluctant to teach them more.
It was not done – not among the Carnutes and nor, I knew, among the Parisii – for a young man to learn the spear at the knee of a maiden.

"It is rare for a Daughter to be well versed in the ways of the forest." The druid smiled, as if reading my mind. "I think this is why you were chosen."

"Chosen?"

"You have felt something, at the turn of the moon?"

"Yes, I reported this," I said, nodding to the Mothers standing among the trees around us, "like a kick in the very fabric of spring."

All the druids nodded, some with a tremor in their beard.

"It was the All-Father," Martialis explained. There had been a large battle, up North, that had trespassed on sacred grounds. Every holy man had felt that kick, and known it to mean the death of The Woodman, All-Father, who brought spring with him.
I gaped. The Parisii accent made the name sound like Cernunos, but there was no mistaking his claim that the namesake God of my people had been slain.

"Isn't Carnonos immortal? Isn't he the God of Life and Death?"

"He is. But his earthly body is as subject to death as ours."

"Why tell me this?" I asked, bemused.

"Because of what you told the Mothers of your circle."

"How I felt anger?" How I'd been fidgety ever since, fighting an urge to abandon my clan and go North?

"It is the God speaking to you. You must go, listen to him, do his will, you are his favoured child, Eskenga."

They trimmed my hair, gave me a charm-sewn cloak, a checkered blouse loose enough to hide my figure, and a pack ready for the march ahead. Martialis explained where to go, what to do, and how someone would wait for me West of Lutecia.

So I went. There is nothing to say of my travels, except that I soon tied cloth around my neck to hide the heavy silver torc there, and took to carrying game at my belt. It was better, I learnt, to approach Roman soldiers waving my "wares" expectantly, than to wait for them to notice me.

When I reached my destination, there was no mistaking it.
There were many bodies still spread on the thawing forest floor, though mostly Carnutes. I didn't need to look at all the brave fallen, the pulse in my throat seemed to guide my every step, till I fell by the body of Carnonos.
He was untouched by decay, a youth too perfect to be on any battlefield, with the first hints of a golden beard that would never grow around a beautiful mouth parted by the surprise of death.
The cut was in his neck, an angry wedge that had bled into the soil in a small, wine-dark puddle.

'All-Father,' I moaned, 'don't abandon us!'

I dug with my bare hands, each cold handful of bloodstained earth tucked in a bag druid Martialis had provided. Carnonos had bled to the centre of the world, it seemed, but the bag was full, so I pulled its leather strings, kissed the young man's icy brow, and left.

The walk to Lutecia now, that was another story.
The bag of earth smelled in turn of the rot of Autumn and the heart-blood of a dying stag, of a hot knife through a comb of honey and the tang of fir sap. Animals started to follow me through the woods, and people abandoned the tasks in their fields to look in my direction, no matter how well hidden I was in the shadows of the brush.
Never was I more scared than when a whole host of Roman soldiers passed me by, and as I lay frozen under a bush, I watched all of its branches slowly come into bloom.
But the men marched on, and so did I, harried but undetected, until I reached the valley West of Lutecia.
There, an old man leaning against a way stone waved at me. Before I could speak, he'd turned around and started down a deer trail, leading me to a clearing. In its centre was a young oak tree, and tied to it a naked man. Hale and tan, he had the build of a soldier in his prime. A buck had been bled over his bare legs, its antlered head laid to rest against his groin.

"What–"

"A Roman soldier", the old man said, clearly making an effort not to spit at the words.

The soldier's eyes were rolling white like a spooked horse, and I felt sorry for him, and a little for myself: I'd never killed a man.

"Me paenitet," I whispered, as I knelt in the deer's blood, "te adiuvare non possum."

The soldier begged and cursed, but didn't shirk from the kiss of my blade.
His blood flowed, dark and oily, an endless tide over my fingers fumbling on the strings of the purse. Two handfuls of dirt I pressed in his mouth before death cramped it shut, and the rest to fill the cut in his throat.

“Carnonos,” I cried, “come back to us!”

The old man, having cut the dead man’s bonds, prostrated himself next to me, joining in my pleas.

The gapping flesh knitted itself shut, and the eyes of the dead man opened, now green and flecked with gold. Hair flowed from his scalp, white as moon-glow and parting over budding antlers that grew and ramified, forming a living crown veined with gold. Carnonos breathed in sickly Spring and exhaled promises of Summer.
His thumb brushed my cheek where dirt blended with tears and blood.

“I will fight with you, my Children,” he said, and kissed my brow.

That, is how we won the war. With Carnonos leading us at Alesia, bleeding in the same earth we did.

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[APR 2019] Erotica / Re: [Apr 2019] - Erotica - Discussion Thread
« on: May 03, 2019, 02:40:20 PM »
I don't think it matters.... It's not like you're adding the 18th story for people to read in a month... I'm already done reading everything and we're the 3rd... So having your story added a bit late is fine, we can make exceptions on months like this I'm sure!
I'm curious about your story tbh.  :D

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Dude. Look up fire and blood! It's a huge ass book on the past of the lannisters and such. And he wrote the one about the two knights... And is his Sci-fi one recently published actually? Nightfliers?
Yeah the man is taking a serious sabbatical.

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[APR 2019] Erotica / Re: [Apr 2019] - Erotica - Discussion Thread
« on: May 03, 2019, 12:23:54 AM »
Sooo... Are we keeping it going? What's the craic?

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[MAY 2019] Earth / Re: [May 2019] - EARTH - Discussion Thread
« on: May 03, 2019, 12:23:10 AM »
Oho. Was coming in to say I have a story in the works I'm very pleased with already, and it does include dirt and mouths too ahaha!
I guess it's one of the obvious ways we can think about it. We can breath or swallow air and water, breathe fire... But earth going into any of our orifices just becomes nightmare fuel of live burials and such.

I think I'll locate my story in ancient Gaul, go back to my mythical roots!

Edit : talk about being inspired. I'm 1k words in, and by God I'll have to trim.

Edit edit : I'm fucking done xD Can't believe I wrote the whole thing in one sitting, that hasn't happened to me very often over the years, and for it to happen now, and for me to be happy with it, it's a bloody miracle.
Will sleep on it and edit it, as there is obviously no rush now, but I really don't know what bit me.

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[APR 2019] Erotica / Re: [Apr 2019] - Erotica - Discussion Thread
« on: May 01, 2019, 11:29:09 AM »
I'm a bit sad this seems to end up being only 4 stories. After missing 4 months altogether, I was looking forward on everyone's take to such a risqué theme.

Has attendance being overall been lower recently or is it the topic?

Anyway, looking forward to the next one. I'll try and make an effort even if I end up discouraged by my story mid month.

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[APR 2019] Erotica / Re: [Apr 2019] - Erotica - Discussion Thread
« on: May 01, 2019, 12:33:54 AM »
Yeah, I'm thinking, xia, that maybe if I win I wouldn't mind being anonymous on the website! XD
Forum peeps knowing is fine, but it's harder to Google/track here than on the website...

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