Sunday Snippet, December 9, 2018

Still posting from Hedge House, a paranormal/urban fantasy WiP. Cara is making her first visit to the shop her grandmother owned and left to her.

 

The chimes of the opening door hadn’t even died away before a woman emerged from the back. She was short, with a thin frame and chestnut-red hair pulled back in a bun, and Cara couldn’t even make a guess at her age – she seemed to be older than Jacob but younger than she was. She was, however, fairly certain that she didn’t remember her – or the shop – from her childhood.  But the most disconcerting thing was that somehow Cara found it difficult to look directly at her.

“Tamira,” Jacob said. “I want you to meet Cara, Belle’s granddaughter.”

“It’s nice to meet you.” There was a lyrical quality to Tamira’s voice, almost hypnotic. “Belle was so looking forward to your visit.”

“I know.” Cara bowed her head, forcing down a wave of regret. “I wish I would have contacted her sooner, would have come home sooner.”

“All things happen when they’re supposed to,” Tamira said. “And we are always where we need to be when we need to be there. Regret doesn’t change the past.”

“Does it do anything to the present or the future?”

“Only if it makes you more aware of how your actions create ripples.”

 

Tentative Blurb:

When Cara Hawthorne returns to the childhood home she had been torn away from twenty years earlier, she thinks it will be to do nothing more than settle her grandmother’s estate and return to her job as a junior lawyer at a prestigious law firm in Tulsa.

But every nook and cranny of the house and gardens unearths long-buried memories, and when the town’s mayor sets his sights on her and the property she finds herself caught up in a centuries old battle with powers she has only barely begun to understand

 

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Rainbow Snippet for 12-8-2018

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Picking up from last week’s snippet from Book 5.5 of the Academy of the Accord series.

“Do you know what you just signed?” Wellhym asked, holding the boy’s gaze.

“A contract.”

“But you have no idea what it says?”

“N-no, sir.” Drehmus was suddenly suspecting a trap as the Captains smiled.

“So, for all you know, you’ve just agreed to shine boots for everyone in the garrison during your free time from now until you graduate.”

There was some laughter as Drehmus flushed. Wellhym chuckled as he folded the paper and tucked it inside his shirt as he stood up.

“And that,” Kordelm said, “is why warriors should know how to read and write. And do basic arithmetic,” he added. “Otherwise, how will you know if your pay is correct, or if you get the proper amount of coin returned when you buy something?”

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Wednesday Words #206 (12/5/2018)

Welcome to Wednesday Words!  Every Wednesday I will post some sort of prompt for a flash fiction piece.  The prompt will go live just after midnight Eastern time.

The prompt might be a picture, or it might be a list of things to include in a story, or maybe a phrase or a question or something from a “news of the weird” type thing, or a… who knows?

After that, it’s up to you.  But if you do use the prompt to write a bit of flash fiction (say, 500 words or so) I’d love to see what you came up with, so comment below with a link to where it is on your blog (or on WattPad or wherever).

(And a pingback to the post here where you found the prompt would be appreciated but isn’t necessary.)

Oh, and this isn’t a contest or anything.  It’s just a (hopefully) fun thing for all concerned.

And, hey, if it inspires more than 500 or so words, run with it!

This week’s prompt:

a war
a holiday
a pot of soup

And, as always, I’d love to see what you come up with!

 

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Sunday Snippet, December 2, 2018

Picking up from last week’s snippet of Hedge House. Jacob has taken Cara into town to show her the shop her grandmother had, and to introduce her to Tamira, the woman who runs it.

Her nerves returned as he pulled into the parking lot of a small building and parked off to the side. The storm door stood open, taking advantage of the fresh air and Cara looked at the building curiously.

“You know, I never did ask what kind of business this is.”

“Antique shop. Curiosities and oddities. Mostly.” he added. 

“Mostly?”

But he was getting out of the truck and she followed, her curiosity roused. “What do you mean by mostly?”

He gave her a wink. “You’ll find out soon enough.”

“It’s nothing illegal, is it?” she asked suspiciously, and he burst into laughter.

“Not in this day and age, although there was a time…”

She looked at him curiously, but he was holding the screen door open and motioning her into the store.   

 

Tentative Blurb:

When Cara Hawthorne returns to the childhood home she had been torn away from twenty years earlier, she thinks it will be to do nothing more than settle her grandmother’s estate and return to her job as a junior lawyer at a prestigious law firm in Tulsa.

But every nook and cranny of the house and gardens unearths long-buried memories, and when the town’s mayor sets his sights on her and the property she finds herself caught up in a centuries old battle with powers she has only barely begun to understand

 

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Rainbow Snippet for 12-1-2018

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Following from last week’s snippet.

“Do you know how to write your name, or at least make your mark?” Wellhym asked as he wrote, pausing to look up at Drehmus.

“Of course I do.”

Wellhym nodded and went back to writing.  Kordelm, curious, leaned over his shoulder and barely suppressed a grin.

“All right,” Wellhym said as he looked up. “Come here, Drehmus.”

The boy swaggered up to the desk as Wellhym turned the paper to face him and slid it across the desk toward him.

“This is pretty close to the standard wording you’ll find in a contract – the sort you would sign to act as a warder for a wizard, or to join a city guard or even a private patrol. The military probably has something similar as well.” He handed Drehmus the quill and pointed to a line he had drawn. “That’s where you make your mark or sign your name.”

He waited, his silence a challenge, and Drehmus took the quill and laboriously wrote his name, then handed it back to him. 

 

 

 

 

 

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Wednesday Words #205 (11/28/2018)

Welcome to Wednesday Words!  Every Wednesday I will post some sort of prompt for a flash fiction piece.  The prompt will go live just after midnight Eastern time.

The prompt might be a picture, or it might be a list of things to include in a story, or maybe a phrase or a question or something from a “news of the weird” type thing, or a… who knows?

After that, it’s up to you.  But if you do use the prompt to write a bit of flash fiction (say, 500 words or so) I’d love to see what you came up with, so comment below with a link to where it is on your blog (or on WattPad or wherever).

(And a pingback to the post here where you found the prompt would be appreciated but isn’t necessary.)

Oh, and this isn’t a contest or anything.  It’s just a (hopefully) fun thing for all concerned.

And, hey, if it inspires more than 500 or so words, run with it!

This week’s prompt:

a mouse
decorations
an old woman

And, as always, I’d love to see what you come up with!

 

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Sunday Snippet, November 25, 2018

Skipping ahead a bit in Hedge House. It’s the next day and Jacob has decided that Cara needs to get out for a bit. He speaks first.

“Why don’t we get out for a bit after lunch? I’ll take you to the shop and introduce you to Tamira. I know she’d like to meet you.”

Cara winced. “I’m so sorry. I should have gone before now…”

Jacob shook his head. “You’re only one person, Cara. You haven’t learned how to be in two places at once yet.”

After lunch she climbed into the passenger seat of Jacob’s old battered blue Dodge pickup. It smelled like earth and engine grease with a trace of manure, and she smiled as she buckled her seatbelt.

“What’s so funny?” he asked as the engine growled to life.

She shook her head. “I remember riding in a truck with you and my father to go get ice cream. I think it was red, but it smelled just like this one.”

Jacob smiled. “They say that the sense of smell the most primitive and is tied directly into the memory section of the brain.” 

“True.”

“And when we’re done at the shop we’ll go get ice cream.”

She laughed and leaned back into the seat as he pulled out onto the road, feeling oddly content and comforted.

 

Tentative Blurb:

When Cara Hawthorne returns to the childhood home she had been torn away from twenty years earlier, she thinks it will be to do nothing more than settle her grandmother’s estate and return to her job as a junior lawyer at a prestigious law firm in Tulsa.

But every nook and cranny of the house and gardens unearths long-buried memories, and when the town’s mayor sets his sights on her and the property she finds herself caught up in a centuries old battle with powers she has only barely begun to understand

 

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Rainbow Snippet for 11-24-2018

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Picking up from last week in my never-never project (as in it’s “never never” going to be finished).

With an effort Kordelm shook off the memory. “That’s a valid question,” he replied as Wellhym started going through Caristen’s desk drawers. “A lot of warriors insist that they don’t need to know how to read or write and some take great pride in not knowing. But…” He stopped and stared at his partner. “Wel? What are you doing?”

“I’m trying to give them an example of why it is a good thing to be able to read and write.” Wellhym closed the last drawer in exasperation. “Where does your wizard keep paper?”

Kordelm laughed and moved to a full length cupboard in the corner of the room.  “Tor’s a lightweight,” he said. “Desk drawers aren’t big enough for Cair’s stash.” He opened the door and reached inside.“How much do you need?”

“One sheet,” Wellhym said, staring at the cupboardful of paper and shaking his head. “I’d say that Cair hasn’t changed since we were the age of this lot but I think he’s gotten worse.”

Kordelm laughed and handed him a sheet of paper as Wellhym sat down at the desk.

 

 

 

 

 

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Wednesday Words #204 (11/21/2018)

Welcome to Wednesday Words!  Every Wednesday I will post some sort of prompt for a flash fiction piece.  The prompt will go live just after midnight Eastern time.

The prompt might be a picture, or it might be a list of things to include in a story, or maybe a phrase or a question or something from a “news of the weird” type thing, or a… who knows?

After that, it’s up to you.  But if you do use the prompt to write a bit of flash fiction (say, 500 words or so) I’d love to see what you came up with, so comment below with a link to where it is on your blog (or on WattPad or wherever).

(And a pingback to the post here where you found the prompt would be appreciated but isn’t necessary.)

Oh, and this isn’t a contest or anything.  It’s just a (hopefully) fun thing for all concerned.

And, hey, if it inspires more than 500 or so words, run with it!

This week’s prompt:

a grandfather
smoke rings
a puzzle

And, as always, I’d love to see what you come up with!

 

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Sunday Snippet, November 18, 2018

Picking up from last week’s snippet of Hedge House.

The afternoon passed in a blur of names and faces that Cara was certain she would never remember, and by the time it was time for supper the kitchen counters were laden with containers of cookies and cakes and the refrigerator was stuffed full of casseroles.

“That should be the last of ‘em,” Jacob said as yet another person that Cara wouldn’t remember drove away. “The only one missing is Betty Thompson and she’s in California visiting her grand kids.”

Car’s gaze traveled over the counters. “I don’t think there’s room for anything else anyhow.” She looked at Jacob. “Do they really think I’m going to eat all this? Or should I save it for a wake? What is the tradition here?”

“You’re expected to tell them how wonderful it was next time you see them, and thank them again… profusely. You get bonus points for asking for the recipe.”

“I’m never even going to remember who was who, let alone what they brought.”

Jacob chuckled. “You’ll meet them all again at the viewing.” He studied her for a moment. “So, what do you think of your new friends?”

“I felt like I was on display. Like…” She paused, searching for the right words. “Like they weren’t here because they cared about her, but because they wanted to see what sort of person her granddaughter was. I have the feeling they’ve all gotten together for coffee somewhere and are discussing everything from my makeup to my shoes and analyzing every word I said and every movement and expression I made.”

“You’re probably not far off. But it’s more likely that there are several small groups of them and what is said in one will get repeated to members of the others.”

She shook her head. “I’m not sure if I’m amused or offended.”

“Go with amused. You’ll have a happier life.”

She smiled. “You are helping eat this,” she informed him.

“You don’t have to eat it all at once. Some of it can be frozen. Just be sure to take a bite or two first so you can rave about it.”

“You’re still helping me eat it.”

He laughed and took a thumbprint cookie from a plate. “There. I’m helping.”

 

Tentative Blurb:

When Cara Hawthorne returns to the childhood home she had been torn away from twenty years earlier, she thinks it will be to do nothing more than settle her grandmother’s estate and return to her job as a junior lawyer at a prestigious law firm in Tulsa.

But every nook and cranny of the house and gardens unearths long-buried memories, and when the town’s mayor sets his sights on her and the property she finds herself caught up in a centuries old battle with powers she has only barely begun to understand

 

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