Lawl, the only reason you get this now is because otherwise I would lose the link that I need to make reference to. Otherwise, it'd probably sit in the Pile until next year. It's unedited (lawl, I wrote it this morning on a whim) and is sort of a followup to the last fic prompt here. ♥ I've pegged Panos at four and Calla at about one and a half years old.
( Then why am I Panos? )
Fifty entries, wooooooooooooooo. >> This is probably the one I've been most awkward-nervous about posting. It's set in my silly little TCLS future!verse, just a bit of scrap. And--um, yeah. See, I continue to feel lame as hell for having a silly little future!verse, so, um. Yes. But anyway, yes. Uncle Cal slips up a bit with the niece and nephew after a few too many tedious games of Go Fish.
( but when it came to disliking an answer... )
This was an exercise from The 3 A.M. Epiphany (which I am going to buy sometime, because I really liked the book but didn't get to try most of the stuff in it). The idea was to write every sentence as an imperative (that's the command verb mood thing, right?). The tone isn't very consistent, but I like this one better than yesterday's. I dunno--it's something, anyway. I haven't bothered to edit it beyond fixing typos and omitting the parts where I stopped writing the story and just talked to myself. XD
( ...and walk the streets of New York City as if expecting them to prove something. )
A misbegotten Christmas present, I maintain. This is one of a few stories from the Pile Of AR's Terrible TCLS Stories that I'm going to put up in the next few days. It is good indication of why I shouldn't ever try and write Promise/Niko. :-/ I feel horrifically naked and blegh posting this, I have to admit, but as your eyes bleed, just remember that I can kind of write Cal's voice. AT LEAST I CAN DO THAT. et cetera.
( three ways it didn't happen )
...it was originally going to be five things and one, but I ran out of ideas. >>
...it was originally going to be five things and one, but I ran out of ideas. >>