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Challenge #01927-E103: Clean-out in Aisle Seventy

The joys of 'Bargain bins' and 'end of Season' clearances. -- Anon Guest

Sale (n): A period of time in which retail emporiums lower the prices of their merchandise to cost or slightly below cost to save on storage fees. -- The Cynical Dictionary.

Wise men said that only fools rushed in. They were the ones who spent their savings on shiny gimcrack that wouldn't even last a weekend. Therefore, when the doors opened on the Big Box Mart Once A Year Sale, she walked past the big displays were people were already trying to kill each other for the nastiest of shiny things. Lynn knew better.

Softly and quickly, that was the key. They kept the good stuff in the back of the floor displays. Hidden in the shelves. Not out in the open where the mortality zone was. Lynn steered her trolley to the side as soon as possible. In between the shelves, where the foolish and the greedy rarely wandered. Waiting for a true bargain to present itself.

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MONDAY

Last day of the kiddies' holidays. Last cleaning day with me barking the little darlings around. Also last day of having to remind myself to go out and get some dosh.

Tomorrow, I shall remind myself to post the Patreon rewards EARLY, and make sure everyone knows that I'm also using the Ko-Fi pool for names I may need.

I may or may not run a competition to name ancillary characters as needed. I dunno. Murder Dollhouse is still zero buzz, and

Challenge #01926-E102: Science Fiction, Double Feature

Let's hear it for all those cheesy Z grade movie monsters. -- Anon Guest

Shayde had started another side business. The facade declared it to be Armpit Theatre Entertainment. And a placard on one of the windows proudly proclaimed, We show the worst that humanity has to offer! Closer inspection revealed a subtitle to that which read, Yelling at the screen is encouraged if you are funny.

Was this one of her jokes on the rest of civilisation? Or was she making

Almost Back to Work

We have today and tomorrow as slob days. And owing to yesterday's MASSIVE INGESTION of sugar, I have a phlegm flare-up. And swelling in my fingers. And a general sensation of wanting to go back to sleep.

I'm gonna binge as much stored TV as I can because Beloved is salty about that. And when I'm not working on fanfic, I will be working on the nut notes for Murder Dollhouse which I predict will be pretty much writing at light speed

Challenge #01925-E101: Tragedy Tomorrow

Today's program consists of the Men's choirs, Poetry reading, original, Poetry reading from one of the set poems, and children's dance. (See The Goodies, "Eisteddfod from the Welsh. Eistedd, bored. Fod, stiff.") -- Anon Guest

Colony worlds, once cut off from their progenitor planet, have to deal with what they've got. B'Nar took everything nerd-related with them owing to the fact that it was settled by genetic engineering companies and their nerdy, nerdy staff. And their equally nerdy families. The assembled Greater

Ice Cream at Last!

I have been waiting since BEFORE EASTER to finally had a tub of ice cream from Messrs Ben and Jerry. So here's a recap of what went agley:

Chocolate takes priority - actual Erastide loaded with the chocolatey goodness and an ENTIRE BIG BOWL of fun-size sugary temptation. Did not even consider ice cream
Big Day at the Movies - Going out to see some action thing with the fam. And an assortment of carby deliciousness that survived through the NEXT FUCKING

Challenge #01924-E100: A Tisket, A Tasket...

Coracle. Ancient form of water transport made out of sticks, cow hide* and waterproofing. *any firm waterproof material will do. -- Anon Guest

The human was messing around with the local vegetation again. They had already taken some fallen wood and whittled two paddles, and now they were making a positively enormous basket out of the long, bendy reeds that had once been growing by this lake.

"Is this a temporary shelter?" asked Thok.

"Nope," said Human Grif. Still lashing things together

One More Long Weekend

The kids return to schooling this Tuesday. Which means that I have until Monday to get them sleeping during the night again. Not. Easy.

And it's Friday, so that means some nice treat-style foods for dinner. And since I plan to finally get into my promised ice cream, that means a Keto-but-still-a-treat dinner. So... probably cooked chook salad because easy, and quick, and lets me use Saturday for my carb feast.

That's the PLN.

Today, I have a thousand words to do.

Challenge #01923-E099: They Call Her Queen Badass

"How in the world could a single bottle of alcohol render nearly a dozen of Her Ancient Majesty's finest - oh, and the Millennial Queen Herself! - to nothing but a scattered roomful of unconscious drunks?!"

The taller woman examined the elaborately-decorated crystalline decanter, and then the glasses around each snoring soldier. "Hmm... yeah... I'd say fourteen-thousand-year-old firewine would probably do the trick better than anything..." She paused, re-counting one pile of glasses and then looked back at her partner with a

Another Cleaning Day

I'm starting to greatly dislike these, tbh. Fortunately, I put aside a chunk of Speck each for just such an occasion. Deep fry those gorgeous shits and dinner is DONE. Boom.

Best fat delivery system ever IMHO.

On sleep news, I think I may have finally re-settled into a regular sleep cycle. Just in time to get it frelled up again by this coming weekend's indulgeances.

If I'm lucky, I might actually get my tub of ice cream.

For those lovely readers

Challenge #01922-E098: The Big Guns

She unleashed the most powerful, devastating, army-halting, tyrant-toppling weapon... the puppy dog eyes -- TheDragonsFlame

In the times of Dragons, a very young Elf only has one defense. And after the Orcs raided her village, and Tila woke up in a cage, it was a matter of urgency to find a time to use it on creatures who certainly planned to eat her. Once she realised her situation, she certainly couldn't return to anything approaching rest. Every Orc was carrying a young

Long Term Development

Since Murder Dollhouse is currently slated for the late 2030's [subject to change depending on audience anticipation] I'm going to take my sweet time getting the nut notes together.

I think I'll post updates and whatnot to my Wordpress account. Powers know that thing is almost dead.

It's hard to network and I don't know how it's done, and I keep thinking that all I have to do is keep pumping out content and the peeps will come. And because of that

Challenge #01921-E097: One Tension-rich Moment During an Ambassadorial Introduction Party

Your annual festival of re-birth is celebrated by eggs laid by a rabbit! -- Anon Guest

"With," corrected Shayde. "It's celebrated with eggs that're hidden by a rabbit. Yer pretty close though. Gold star fer tryin'."

Behind her, just out of restraining reach, Rael breathed out. The confused statement of brand-new Ambassador G'thox were not, in fact, fighting words. If they had come out of someone trying to start a fight, it might have been a different story.

Shayde had over-the-horizon radar

::static noise::

Beloved is home and sleeping it off. I wish I could be that lucky or that able to follow suit.

The best option I have is caffeine. Which sort of works okay, I guess. But ceases working long about 5PM. But I should be done with the important stuff by then and honestly - who cares that my sleep cycle is broken and needs new tyres?

Nobody.

Sleep aids have to be herbal, dear readers. My biology is such that if I

Challenge #01920-E096: Cometh the Postman

Humans are social creatures. Even the solitary ones. - MolluscsAndMonsters

Humans like me have a saying: No man is an island. Or words to that effect. And... they're right. Even antisocial assholes like me need to brush shoulders with other cogniscents now and again.

But that's why I have the mail run to the cul-de-sac strings. You get wormhole chains like those. Places where it's ten or more jumps to any nexus, anywhere, and the places along the trip are the places

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Challenge #01927-E103: Clean-out in Aisle Seventy

MONDAY

Challenge #01926-E102: Science Fiction, Double Feature

Almost Back to Work

Challenge #01925-E101: Tragedy Tomorrow

Ice Cream at Last!

Challenge #01924-E100: A Tisket, A Tasket...

One More Long Weekend

Challenge #01923-E099: They Call Her Queen Badass

Another Cleaning Day

Challenge #01922-E098: The Big Guns

Long Term Development

Challenge #01921-E097: One Tension-rich Moment During an Ambassadorial Introduction Party

::static noise::

Challenge #01920-E096: Cometh the Postman