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Originally posted on Patreon in August 2018 and part of the Great Patreon Crossposting to WordPress.

This story comes after The Gardener, The Garden, and To the Garden. It is part of the series with First Garden. It takes place in the Fae Apoc world during the apocalypse. ⛈️

Outside of her garden – their garden – the war was still raging.

Damkina and her people had done what they could. They had pushed the borders of the little museum garden all the way to the edges of the city. Now, every Welcome to Greenville sign was surrounded by greenery and flanked by a polite but closed cast-iron gate.

As good as Damkina was – and she was very good – she could not control the weather itself, and there was a drought sitting, not just over Greenville, but over much of the surrounding area.

And there was a five-god army coming towards the widest gate of the city.

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Mirrored from Alder's Grove Fiction.

originally posted Jun 14, 2018 on Patreon⭕

Mr. Reginato had been teaching 10th-grade advanced mathematics for a very long time. A very, very long time, but the old paper records were long since gone and, since students enjoyed his class, he didn’t seem to be a line-item on the pension fund, and the school’s test scores in mathematics grade 10 and above had always been superb – or at least as long as people knew Mr. Reginato had been there – nobody was going to talk to him about retiring.

As a matter of fact, they were paying him, it appeared, approximately $100 a year, which absolutely couldn’t be correct, but that was the number that the accountant had in her files, and nobody really wanted to ask her any questions either.

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Mirrored from Alder's Grove Fiction.

Originally posted on Patreon in May 2018 and part of the Great Patreon Crossposting to WordPress.
This story comes after “Securing One’s Own Legacy” and is a tale of Zenobia. Warning: it covers grief and loss.
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Zenobia looked good in black. And she was in no position to appreciate it.
She was actually mourning the man, although she doubted anyone in her family would believe that.

Lewis had been a sweet man, a patient man, and willing to do just about anything to keep his family off of his back, which had included a sweet but entirely sham marriage to Zenobia – a marriage he had, in the weeks before his death, explained to their pastor exactly how sham it was.

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Mirrored from Alder's Grove Fiction.

This is of a series with N is for Nereid, O is for Octopi, R is for Rituals, Linguistic Tricks, and Finish It: Scheffenon but stands alone.
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The summer was a hot one, a dry one, and, all over the land, fountains had dried up and every drop of water was hoarded.

The weather was as warm as it ever got on the Northern Sea, and the waters were full of bathers from all over the Empire. It was quite the place to go, Scheffenon, known for its rejuvenative waters, its quiet and attentive, yet non-inquisitive staff, and its beautiful fountains.
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Crossposts: http://aldersprig.livejournal.com/1406877.html

So, M.B. asked me if there were any places completely unaffected by magic, and, um, after two tries, this is what I've got.

It was, as such things go, a relatively ordinary day. The children had off of school, and I had agreed to take Junie downtown to the central library. They let you check out, among other things, statues, and Junie was fascinated with the abstract carving of a dragon around an egg. Since I would only allow her to check it out every second visit, she was eager to return the fluffy-bunny statue and replace it with her favorite....

(read on...)

Crossposts: http://aldersprig.livejournal.com/1240938.html

a story of the Faerie Apocalypse: written for the April Patreon Theme (April Showers)

“Pass me a crowbar!” Aileen had crawled over the detritus of most of a trailer park and now was shouting from inside of the one mostly-intact trailer. ”And, uh, do we have a pipe wrench?”

“I’ve got a pipe torch,” Bracken called back. “And a hacksaw. Aileen, what the eff are you doing?” She had found a motherlode of canned goods...

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Crossposts: http://aldersprig.livejournal.com/1219890.html

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The RoundTree Siblings Prepare for Thanksgiving

The Family That Knots Together

A Family Tree

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“Your mother is something else.” Marina glanced at the back seat of WInter’s sensible and spacious sedan, where Mila and Henry were sleeping. “Your family is… is something else.”

Winter smiled, because he thought it would make her uncomfortable if he frowned. “Is that a good thing?”... (read on...)

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Crossposts: http://aldersprig.livejournal.com/1210707.html

The Baroness and the Pauper

A story of Tír na Cali

Nora shifted from foot to foot. She felt awkward and uncomfortable; standing here, in the manor house, she felt grubby, her skin itchy. “Look, if this is about the thing with the overseer...” She’d only been a slave for six months. She’d spent most of it getting in trouble, and most of that annoying the overseer. Who worked for this woman, this… Baroness.

Inside her shower, the Baroness... (read on...)

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Crossposts: http://aldersprig.livejournal.com/1197139.html

Rosaria and Willard kept journals when he left the family. This story covers the beginnings of those journals: anger, fear, and loss.

I told Rosie I’d write down my experiences, but it’s been three days since I left the family formally, and this is the first time I’ve been able to stand putting pen to paper.

It is still unpleasant to think about, much less to analyze, but the knowledge is rare, even if the situation is unpleasant. When people leave the family - which happens so rarely Rosie and I could think of only two - they do not normally leave behind notes on their departure....

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The Secrets of Scheffenon - now on Patreon

Visit the Dinosaurs, a story of Dragons Next Door for Patreon Patrons

Priorities, a story of Faerie Apocalypse, live on Patreon

Leftovers, ficlets of the Stranded World, are available on Patreon for all to read

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The Baroness and the Pauper

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