This week’s #SundayLit prompt is: Time
Snip "Bijou the Time Traveling Ghost," #WIP #RoughDraft
“Yeah, I can’t see myself building a raft and paddling out to the pyramids. I don’t suppose we could just time-travel over there? We don’t seem limited spacially when doing it. And it doesn’t seem as taxing as dematerialization.”
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#SundayLit prompt is: Games
{Snip Konbini Idol](https://www.pixiv.net/novel/series/11417104)
At night, we wrote and presented poetry. We all took part, but Shishi came alive when performing. On stage, she rived Sarah Bernhardt herself. Once or twice, Kan-chan’s critiques offended her, especially as our internment wore on.
We also played endless rounds of Go. We briefly bet smokes, and Tomo consistently won my daily ration. Shishi played like a wizard when cigarettes were on the line. Otherwise, she couldn’t be bothered. When we smoked on the veranda, she would graciously let me bum one. I happily switched to betting coins after Shizuka gave them to us.
Our Go tournaments became so successful that the servants even spied on them. Then, with enormous delight, they penned satirical poems about my playing and “accidentally” recited them where I’d overhear. Fortunately, they made a greedy move one night.
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#SundayLit Q2. Does your world building include games? What purpose do they have in the story?
I research and use games with cultural or historical significance. I don't so much world-build as explore the world as it was.
Q1. Which games do your characters play as a pastime?
Several card games are mentioned, an early form of backgammon, poetry contests, sutra knowledge contests, Go. And matching humorous wit.
11/16 #Wss366 #crude #MastoPrompt #hunter #SundayLit Twist
#FanFiction #TheHunger 1983
“I must have died and gone to heaven. I see an angel.”
I looked over, taking in the speaker. Crude like his clothes: expensive, tasteless, like a gold-plated oil donkey gushing crude.
“I thik I’d too many.” I slurred, then looked at him. “Gin fizzy.” (Giggle.) “Lime twist,” and pushed my empty glass across the bar.
“You’ll hav’ta excuse me, powder woom.”
Pushing through the crowd, I stopped in front of the restroom and looked back in time to see him add something to my drink.
“A hunter,” I thought. But I was one too, fingering my razor-sharp ankh medallion.
#NMV366 #NMPrompt #NMSL #Vampire #TheHunger1983
#Drabble #MicroFiction #TootFic #FanFic
#SundayLit Q2: The Mentor archetype is often depicted in popular fiction as an old white man.
An interesting observation. I write in a Japanese millue, so this isn't quite what happens. It's an old, wise Japanese man.
How easy it is to slip into genderized stereotypes. I will have to think about how to shake this up a bit. Too late to change it completely.
#SundayLit Q4: Dreams can equally mean goals. Do you, as an author, let your protagonists achieve all their dreams?
I like "happy" endings. So love is fulfilled. Some of the characters' secondary dreams are fulfilled. Usually in the form of found family and finding a purpose for their life.
Other dreams are impossible: For example, Kao dreams of a world without prejudice. Fat chance.
I also write about Karmic Entanglement. My characters never escape their destiny. This is spoiler territory though.
#SundayLit A3: Has a dream you’ve had ever sparked a story or poem?
Some of the more biazzar bit of my dreams show up in stories. No full stories are inspired by dreams. The illustration below is from a dream and is part of For Love of a Konbini Idol
10/18 #SundayLit prompt is: Dreams
The last stand-alone #dream sequence I wrote is:
#PIXIV: Camellia Blooms サザンカの花
#AO3 Camellia Blooms サザンカの花
#SundayLit A3: Which colours regularly crop up in your storytelling? Why is that? 2/2
Here is a sample. Full range color use.
Snip Konbini Idol
All around was a clear blue sky, and far below were green prairies cut by tan roads. Houses clustered like prayer beads along them.
Ahead, the path ran along a ridge toward a higher mountain. Stone cairns marked the way, with lines of prayer flags strung between them. Above each cairn flew an orange flag. At the end of the trail, more tangerine flags billowed around a larger stupa, brilliant gold, in the bright daylight.
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