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Welcome to the thirtieth Crowdfunding Creative Jam! This session will run Saturday, June 14-Sunday, June 15. The theme is "Places That Matter." (Visit the Creative Jam over on LiveJournal.)


Crowdfunding Creative Jam

Everyone is eligible to post prompts, which may be words or phrases, titles, images, etc. Prompters may request a specific creator, but everyone else may still use that prompt if they wish. Prompts may specify a particular character/world/etc. but creators may use the prompt for something else anyway and post the results. Prompters are still encouraged to post mostly prompts that anyone could use anywhere, as this maximizes the chance of having creators make something based on your prompt. Please title your comment "Prompt" or "Prompts" when providing inspiration so these are easy to find.

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Boost the signal! The more people who participate, the more fun this will be. Hopefully we'll see activity from a lot of folks who regularly mention their projects in this community, but new people are always welcome. You can link to this session post or to individual items created from prompts, whatever you think is awesome enough to recommend to your friends.

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Date: 2014-06-14 05:39 am (UTC)
chordatesrock: The Punishment of Loki by Louis Huard (detail) (Default)
From: [personal profile] chordatesrock
People who think in places.

Places that have their own living beingness, maybe sentient or maybe not, or maybe too alien to tell.

Things that work or can happen only in certain places.

Magic like water, existing in vast oceans, fleeing from deserts (and yet always returning), and how that affects the ecosystems and geopolitics.

Church.

Fill: i was born between the pages | no warnings

Date: 2014-06-14 06:58 am (UTC)
rootsofthestories: A woman wandering into the forest (Words)
From: [personal profile] rootsofthestories
Note: I'm not quite sure this is what you had in mind but it's what my brain latched onto when I read about the possibly-sentient places. I hope it works for you.


And whether it's alive or not doesn't matter because she believes it is.

The Library holds her secrets, her beliefs and her fears. It keeps them close when she needs it to and releases them in the form of books when she's ready.

It's breath comes in the form of wind through open windows and it's heartbeat is the ticking of the old clock in the corner.

She knows that maybe it's just in her mind, knows that maybe it's not actually a thriving, living thing, but she doesn't give a damn.

Because every time she finishes a book and steps over the threshold into the world outside the library, it's like she's being born again.

She's the child of ink and musty pages. She's the little girl of the library and she loves her mother fiercely.
rootsofthestories: A woman wandering into the forest (Default)
From: [personal profile] rootsofthestories
Thank you for leaving such a lovely prompt, as I have a love for sentient places.
rootsofthestories: A woman wandering into the forest (Default)
From: [personal profile] rootsofthestories
I find this funn-odd-interesting, as I happen to have someone very close to me who is an Aubrey and a great lover of books and magic. It took me half a moment to realize you weren't talking about THAT Aubrey.
rootsofthestories: A woman wandering into the forest (Default)
From: [personal profile] rootsofthestories
Pfft, go for it! I have no issue if you wanna slide it into the worldbuilding or not. I think it's just pretty neat that it works out at all.
sylvaine: Woman lying on her stomach with an open book in front of her, looking out of the window at the stars. ([gen] read by starlight)
From: [personal profile] sylvaine
She's the child of ink and musty pages. She's the little girl of the library and she loves her mother fiercely.

Beautiful.
dialecticdreamer: My work (Default)
From: [personal profile] dialecticdreamer
I think she's the sister not born of my family! LOVE this!
rootsofthestories: A woman wandering into the forest (Default)
From: [personal profile] rootsofthestories

Hee! :D Than you so much! :3

Prompt: church

Date: 2014-06-14 08:48 pm (UTC)
dialecticdreamer: My work (Default)
From: [personal profile] dialecticdreamer
As a boy, Micah stared at the play of light in the stained glass windows, watching the colors creep over the shoulders and heads and stuffy white shawls as the Priest in his robe talked on and on. Later, he hated closing his eyes to pray. He dreaded-- loathed-- shutting out that colored light that made dust into faeries, or guardian angels, or terrible seraphim. But he learned, and he prayed, until one fearsomely unanswered prayer drove him from the church. As his heart began to heal, he learned to open his eyes again, and his heart became a church he carried with him.

(Word count: 104)
Edited (typo) Date: 2014-06-14 09:09 pm (UTC)

Re: Prompt: church

Date: 2014-06-14 09:28 pm (UTC)
dialecticdreamer: My work (Default)
From: [personal profile] dialecticdreamer
Thank you! It is surprisingly DIFFICULT to tell a mostly-complete story in prose with only 100 words. But its' fun to try!

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Date: 2014-06-15 10:54 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] sean_omoede
For "Places that have their own living beingness, maybe sentient or maybe not, or maybe too alien to tell." Some worldbuilding for a novel project I'm working on.




Besed crouched, put her hand to the dirt, looked across the slope, and sighed.

Behind her, the company's captain signaled a halt. "M'lady?"

"Correct me if not," she said, "but this is a good place to rest." She looked at the place as a hunter would, not a soldier, but stopping to at a place to gather strength was likely the same for both of them. This place had wild berries and ground nuts, scampering creatures which could be caught by snare or sling, enough living greenery for shelter and enough deadfall for fires. It was as close to a paradise as this part of the territories offered.

"I doubt we'd find anyplace better," the captain agreed.

Besed nodded. "Aye. And yet I feel we shouldn't stop here."

The captain didn't say anything, but Besed could feel his skepticism. Still, she was well-regarded in Her Majesty's court, and not known for flights of fancy; he said nothing to question her.

"Can you feel it?" she asked.

The captain considered. "I can feel the wind coming in from the northwest," he said. "The air is dry; I doubt it will rain. The morale of my men is high. That is what I feel."

"Look at the other slopes," Besed instructed. "Barren stripes and patches of debris at the feet of the hill. This land is prone to landslides, but the plants grow thick on this hill. That's because of this–" she indicated one of the low-cralwing bushes beside her. "Thorny sedge. Its roots grow deep and tangle up the earth to keep it from shifting; but no human would plant this. There are deep-rooted plants that would serve us better. Yield up fruit or flowers. And these brown lizards: they hunt in barren lands, like those landslides, where they can see the insects easily and not be seen, themselves. Why has all this life clustered to this one slope, ignoring the others? It's as though something has called it to gather here."

"Perhaps it's those other slopes we ought to be wary of," the captain suggested.

Besed shook her head. "No," she said. "I feel something here. As though we're being observed – as a bird would watch us, or a predator who felt no threat from us. I don't feel uneasy with our presence here. But I would be wary of trespassing."

Many of the men dispatched with her from the capitol had military upbringings, but they weren't of noble birth; they wouldn't have ridden out on the grand, formal hunts, and they wouldn't have had to hunt for their own suppers. They didn't know how to read the world around them for anything but tactics and land maneuvers, good bivouac sites and subsistence forage. They carried rations which they supplemented with whatever natural bounty was ready, this time of year.

Besed, though, had grown up with her hands in the soil, her nose in the breeze, her skin painted with mud or poultice to disguise her scent. She knew when the wind would turn before it turned. She could feel which places were inviting to animals; which seemed, by unspoken consensus, to be avoided.

And this place... was something more.

Her Majesty trusted Besed's instincts, and that was why she'd trusted her to hunt their quarry through the trackless wilds. Besed, too, trusted her instincts. More than she trusted any formal training, or wisdom to be read from an almanac or recited from the fairy folk wisdom that prevailed in the cities.

"This place," she said. "It has a sense of sense about it. I believe an intelligence shaped this slope – but not from without. From within."

To specifications a human would not consider. Drawing life here, nurturing it – as much as life could be nurtured. She watched a lizard turn its head, attention rapt on an insect ascending a blade of grass. The things that felt right here – the things that felt invited here – would kill and eat each other; the birds would eat the lizard, the lizard would eat the insect, the insect would eat the fragile shoots of plants that struggled up from the earth.

Besed, who had not been invited, felt it would be unwise to do so.

"Tell your men to enjoy the view," she said, "but not to take anything from this place. We'll make camp further on."

The captain nodded, and trusted to her instincts to lead them safely on.

Re: Yay!

Date: 2014-06-15 11:08 pm (UTC)
dialecticdreamer: My work (Default)
From: [personal profile] dialecticdreamer
LOL, you know what I thought? Mix the sequence UP more, because some people don't NOTICE, unless you throw it out of whack and make it unexpected.

Intriguing!

Date: 2014-06-15 11:06 pm (UTC)
dialecticdreamer: My work (Default)
From: [personal profile] dialecticdreamer
And I love the balance implicit in the location. It's OVERT, if one knows what to look for.

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Date: 2014-06-15 11:08 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] alexseanchai
Ooh I like this.

I'm with [personal profile] ysabetwordsmith, though: reverse the order of birds-lizard-insect-plants-earth.

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