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I have a new plugin (well, a few) that I’m working with, so there are some things that are a work in progress. The plugin I’m fiddling with right now is the ‘organize series’ plugin and that means that the only series I currently have, the World Walkers series, is a little muddled, as none of the stories are yet in the correct order. I’ll work on that tomorrow, because the plugin is one of the most useful I’ve found for my writing. (Unless someone really nice would like to offer to do it for me – I pay in stories.)

Mirrored from K. A. Jones Writing.

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I have a new plugin (well, a few) that I’m working with, so there are some things that are a work in progress. The plugin I’m fiddling with right now is the ‘organize series’ plugin and that means that the only series I currently have, the World Walkers series, is a little muddled, as none of the stories are yet in the correct order. I’ll work on that tomorrow, because the plugin is one of the most useful I’ve found for my writing. (Unless someone really nice would like to offer to do it for me – I pay in stories.)

Mirrored from K. A. Jones Writing.

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After the auction I said I was going to write all the stories I offered, even though only one setting rental was purchased. Once the stories are complete they’ll be posted up on the donor filter and available for sponsorship. Right now I’d like some input into the stories you’d like to see written.

I had three character adoptions available, which means I need six characters, and 4000 words a month will be written for each of them.

I had three setting rentals available, one sold, so I need five settings, and 6000 words a month will be written for each of them.

Then there were 3 lots of 10,000 words, 20,000 words, and 40,000 words, so what would you like to see done with them?

Finally I was auctioning off ebooks. There were 3 of each type: 5, 10 and 20. The first was to have a word count of between 1,000 and 2,000 words; the second a word count of between 2,000 and 3,000 words; and the third was to have a word count of between 3,000 and 4,000 words; so what stories should I write for these?

Mirrored from K. A. Jones Writing.

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After the auction I said I was going to write all the stories I offered, even though only one setting rental was purchased. Once the stories are complete they’ll be posted up on the donor filter and available for sponsorship. Right now I’d like some input into the stories you’d like to see written.

I had three character adoptions available, which means I need six characters, and 4000 words a month will be written for each of them.

I had three setting rentals available, one sold, so I need five settings, and 6000 words a month will be written for each of them.

Then there were 3 lots of 10,000 words, 20,000 words, and 40,000 words, so what would you like to see done with them?

Finally I was auctioning off ebooks. There were 3 of each type: 5, 10 and 20. The first was to have a word count of between 1,000 and 2,000 words; the second a word count of between 2,000 and 3,000 words; and the third was to have a word count of between 3,000 and 4,000 words; so what stories should I write for these?

Mirrored from K. A. Jones Writing.

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This entry is part 19 of 66 in the The World Walkers collection

They’d been together for as long as Liadan could remember. Most days she wished she could have chosen her own mate, but finding a bond mate early seemed the safest thing to do, as there were stories of magic users who had died due to their inability to find someone to bond with. Often it was the parents of daughters, like hers, who went searching for another child, usually a year or two older, to bond their child to, to keep her safe from any harm. It was understandable, even though it was frustrating, and something she didn’t think would ever change.

When choosing a mate gender didn’t matter. Nothing really mattered to the parents of newborns, and Liadan had seen it with her own eyes, apart from making sure their child had a mate. It didn’t really make a lot of sense, because his or her mate were always going to be more important to the child than anyone else, so she thought taking more time to find the right mate made more sense. Getting away from your mate was almost impossible, which meant being mated to someone who could also be a friend was essential, especially as having other friends could be difficult. Mates who didn’t get on were easy to distinguish and it seemed like there were more of those than mates who were friends.

Sighing, Liadan tapped her fingers on the table. Idris had always been a good friend and he’d told her he wanted more, but she knew she would never fall in love with him. She just didn’t want to tell him that. Being with someone else was never going to be an option, even if she travelled to one of the other worlds, because there would always be at least three people in the relationship. Under normal circumstances she knew it wouldn’t be a problem, but she had to think of Idris and she knew that it would hurt him if she chose someone else. There was a part of her, a part she ignored most of the time, that told her to break the bond and run. Breaking the bond would kill both of them, eventually, and she hated herself whenever she found herself thinking seriously about doing it. It was just hard, knowing she didn’t have any real choices.

Liadan couldn’t remember what it had been like on the day she had been bonded to Idris, although she knew the ceremony because she had been going to them ever since she was old enough to walk. Hers had been four days after her birth, and Idris had a few blurry memories, as he’d only been eighteen moons old. She knew that she was bonded to him from a young age, but she didn’t really understand what that meant until she was older. During their early years together they’d often accidentally ended up in the other’s mind, which had been strange enough, and once they had learnt how to control it they had agreed it was something they would only do in emergencies. Of course that didn’t stop the accidents from happening at night, because then neither of them was totally in control.

Mirrored from K. A. Jones Writing.

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This entry is part 19 of 66 in the The World Walkers collection

They’d been together for as long as Liadan could remember. Most days she wished she could have chosen her own mate, but finding a bond mate early seemed the safest thing to do, as there were stories of magic users who had died due to their inability to find someone to bond with. Often it was the parents of daughters, like hers, who went searching for another child, usually a year or two older, to bond their child to, to keep her safe from any harm. It was understandable, even though it was frustrating, and something she didn’t think would ever change.

When choosing a mate gender didn’t matter. Nothing really mattered to the parents of newborns, and Liadan had seen it with her own eyes, apart from making sure their child had a mate. It didn’t really make a lot of sense, because his or her mate were always going to be more important to the child than anyone else, so she thought taking more time to find the right mate made more sense. Getting away from your mate was almost impossible, which meant being mated to someone who could also be a friend was essential, especially as having other friends could be difficult. Mates who didn’t get on were easy to distinguish and it seemed like there were more of those than mates who were friends.

Sighing, Liadan tapped her fingers on the table. Idris had always been a good friend and he’d told her he wanted more, but she knew she would never fall in love with him. She just didn’t want to tell him that. Being with someone else was never going to be an option, even if she travelled to one of the other worlds, because there would always be at least three people in the relationship. Under normal circumstances she knew it wouldn’t be a problem, but she had to think of Idris and she knew that it would hurt him if she chose someone else. There was a part of her, a part she ignored most of the time, that told her to break the bond and run. Breaking the bond would kill both of them, eventually, and she hated herself whenever she found herself thinking seriously about doing it. It was just hard, knowing she didn’t have any real choices.

Liadan couldn’t remember what it had been like on the day she had been bonded to Idris, although she knew the ceremony because she had been going to them ever since she was old enough to walk. Hers had been four days after her birth, and Idris had a few blurry memories, as he’d only been eighteen moons old. She knew that she was bonded to him from a young age, but she didn’t really understand what that meant until she was older. During their early years together they’d often accidentally ended up in the other’s mind, which had been strange enough, and once they had learnt how to control it they had agreed it was something they would only do in emergencies. Of course that didn’t stop the accidents from happening at night, because then neither of them was totally in control.

Mirrored from K. A. Jones Writing.

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It was three days after Astrid’s mother died that she walked her normal patrol route and found herself somewhere she’d never been before. For a few seconds she stood utterly still, allowing her nose to take in the scents of where she was. With her eyes closed she named each scent as she recognised them, until she got to the one thing she hadn’t been expecting: the scent of other Nox Gadael. She opened her eyes, remembering the stories she’d heard of Gadael who were believed dead because they had just disappeared one day, and knew that she had found them. They weren’t dead, any more than she was, but she would become another one of those stories, and she was grateful she had no family at home to worry about her.

When Astrid heard the sound of paws she sat down, wrapped her tail around her left hip, and waited. There was a part of her, the part that was always on alert, that screamed at her to run, but from the scent she knew it was a female Nox Gadael, which meant that she might get some answers to the questions she had. She had never before had any reason to be afraid of her own kind. It was the hunters that she needed to run away from, but she couldn’t smell a hunter, so she ignored the voice as much as possible.

The walker slowed as she got closer to where Astrid was waiting. It told her that there had been Gadael who hadn’t taken their unexpected journey well, but she wasn’t going to be one of them. There was something strangely calming about knowing she was no longer at home, knowing that there were hunters who wanted parts of her because she had magic, even though she didn’t know for sure that the new place was going to be safe.

Finally the other Nox Gadael female walked into view, around a corner that Astrid hadn’t realised existed until that moment, and wagged her tail. “Hello, Astrid,” she greeted, as Astrid blinked in surprise.

“Nerys?” Astrid said, unable to believe that she hadn’t recognised the scent of someone she had known for almost a year.

Nerys nodded. “I always hoped that one day you’d find the door.” Her tail wagged harder. “We’re safe here.”

“Where is here?”

“The world is called Taithmarin. We’re currently in the town of Little Hill.”

“How many other Nox Gadael are here?”

“Are you asking about the world or just the town?”

“Both would be good.”

“I’m not entirely sure of the world count, because there are already second and third generation Gadael puppies, but I’d say there’s between maybe six and seven thousand. In Little Hill, thanks to the puppies, we have a population of about four hundred.”

Astrid stared at Nerys. “How can there be that many Nox Gadael here? I heard that there were disappearances, but I can’t believe that we lost that many Gadael and there were only rumours.”

Mirrored from K. A. Jones Writing.

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It was three days after Astrid’s mother died that she walked her normal patrol route and found herself somewhere she’d never been before. For a few seconds she stood utterly still, allowing her nose to take in the scents of where she was. With her eyes closed she named each scent as she recognised them, until she got to the one thing she hadn’t been expecting: the scent of other Nox Gadael. She opened her eyes, remembering the stories she’d heard of Gadael who were believed dead because they had just disappeared one day, and knew that she had found them. They weren’t dead, any more than she was, but she would become another one of those stories, and she was grateful she had no family at home to worry about her.

When Astrid heard the sound of paws she sat down, wrapped her tail around her left hip, and waited. There was a part of her, the part that was always on alert, that screamed at her to run, but from the scent she knew it was a female Nox Gadael, which meant that she might get some answers to the questions she had. She had never before had any reason to be afraid of her own kind. It was the hunters that she needed to run away from, but she couldn’t smell a hunter, so she ignored the voice as much as possible.

The walker slowed as she got closer to where Astrid was waiting. It told her that there had been Gadael who hadn’t taken their unexpected journey well, but she wasn’t going to be one of them. There was something strangely calming about knowing she was no longer at home, knowing that there were hunters who wanted parts of her because she had magic, even though she didn’t know for sure that the new place was going to be safe.

Finally the other Nox Gadael female walked into view, around a corner that Astrid hadn’t realised existed until that moment, and wagged her tail. “Hello, Astrid,” she greeted, as Astrid blinked in surprise.

“Nerys?” Astrid said, unable to believe that she hadn’t recognised the scent of someone she had known for almost a year.

Nerys nodded. “I always hoped that one day you’d find the door.” Her tail wagged harder. “We’re safe here.”

“Where is here?”

“The world is called Taithmarin. We’re currently in the town of Little Hill.”

“How many other Nox Gadael are here?”

“Are you asking about the world or just the town?”

“Both would be good.”

“I’m not entirely sure of the world count, because there are already second and third generation Gadael puppies, but I’d say there’s between maybe six and seven thousand. In Little Hill, thanks to the puppies, we have a population of about four hundred.”

Astrid stared at Nerys. “How can there be that many Nox Gadael here? I heard that there were disappearances, but I can’t believe that we lost that many Gadael and there were only rumours.”

Mirrored from K. A. Jones Writing.

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Eight stories of five hundred words (or just over) have been written. Thank you to all those who prompted. :) I think they all end, but at the same time I wanted to make it possible for me to continue the story. Is it possible to have everything that I have written today continued whether you were the original prompter or not. All PDFs should be done by Monday at the lastest so if all my prompters would like to send me an email address that they'd like them to go to via PM then I can email them as soon as they're ready.

Prompts are permanently open if anyone wants to prompt a story and I might change it so that all prompters receive a copy of their story if it's written that is for their eyes only. Would this be better for those who would be interested in prompting me? Then I can put it up for sponsorship so it can be opened up for everyone.

The next day I think I'm going to spend working on prompts is going to be the 1st of September and then I have a week when I need as much work to do as possible because James will be in Russia and Nan is in Croatia. I'll find out when that is and give a date soon.

Then, hopefully, I'm thinking of doing an Autumn Equinox special prompts time (three days long), with special donor perks, that I may do on a time basis rather than a words basis. So for half an hour I will work on a story and donations will lead to me working longer. The donor perks make me smiley too, although I think it's making a lot of work for me. It will be worth the donation though so I think it might be better for donors.

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