Let’s play a prompt game! I like to call it “Prompt By
Here’s how it works:
- To play, message me with ONE thing you want me
to include in a story.
- It could be an object…a specific character, be
it NPC or OC… a place…just about anything.
- For example, the last time I played this, when writing
LOTRO fanfic, I got suggestions such as “a haunted mirror,” “Barliman
Butterbur,” and “Dragons!”
- Maybe you want to suggest something that you
would just love to see a story about—or maybe your suggestion is as silly as “a
mean-spirited slug” with the goal of making the story more interesting as I
have to work to fit it in. 🙂
- For every three
words I get from three different people, I’ll write a short fic that has to
include all three of those elements.
That’s it! I look forward to seeing your suggestions…and figuring out how to make them fit together!
Update: I’m still working on my first committee prompted fic and it’s going along swimmingly (and that has nothing to do with the suspicious pool of water that was one of the prompts, hehe)! In fact it’s past 4500 words now because I think I’ve forgotten how to write short one-shots or something and this fic is definitely going to be the intro story to a long fic I’ve been wanting to write. 😀 I probably should be writing Hawkquisition part 5 (concurrent with Trespasser) first because this long fic is more like Hawkquisition part 6 but I am the muse’s servant and I’ll write what I can when I can, right?
Anyway this is just a reminder that I’m still taking prompts for this game. I have one prompt for the next fic after this one I’m writing now; need two more people to chime in to get the three prompts the game calls for! So if you have an idea of something you’d like to see in one of my Fenhawke family stories (or something totally random you want to challenge me to fit in, ha), send an ask and I’ll save it up for the next installment!
And in the meantime, have a snippet from the current WIP:
Mal couldn’t sit still at dinner. Not even Papa Metis’ tale of the
adventure Auntie Mae had sent him on that day could undistract the boy from the
memory of kittens. Da and Mum exchanged a knowing look as Mal wriggled in his
seat and finally blurted out, “Can I be excused?”
Da regarded him with an eyebrow raised. “You’ve not finished your
“Too full for dessert?” Mum grinned.
Mal wavered. “Well…”
“I believe Orana’s been experimenting with some sort of
combination pie,” Papa Metis said. “Peach and blueberry.”
Ordinarily such a combination would have won his full attention,
but at the moment the word peach only put him in mind of a tiny bundle
of orange fur down in Darktown. Mara had liked that kitten so much. Papa would
like it too, Mal was sure; it was as orange as Metis’ favorite fruit and nearly
as red as both Metis’ and Mara’s hair. Surely such a kitten was meant to
be part of their family.
“Don’t want pie,” Mal muttered, too stricken by the unfairness of
abandoning the kitten to the undercity to be distracted by mere sugar.
Mum’s eyes narrowed. “Are you feeling all right, Malcolm?”
“Fine,” he huffed, but Mum’s eyes narrowed even further as Da and
Papa turned to look at him too. “Just wanna go out and play,” Mal wheedled,
widening his eyes as winsomely as he knew how.
Da hid a smiile behind his hand and Mum sighed. “Two more bites of
your turnips, then you can go.”
Mal brightened. “Aw. Just one bite?”
“Three more bites of your turnips,” Mum
amended, fixing him with a stern glare befitting their family name. Mal groaned
and gave up, forcing down the requisite three bites. Then, when Da nodded in
approval, he slipped from his seat and scurried out the door.