Sunday Snippet, October 21, 2018

Picking up a line or two from last week in Hedge House. Jacob speaks first.

 

“Viewing will be the day after tomorrow. I have the hours on a slip of paper for you. And you should probably go and get cleaned up – you’ll be getting visitors.”

She looked at him questioningly.

“Word is out that you’re here and there’s going to be a viewing. You’ll be getting casseroled to death any time now.”

“By people I don’t even know?”

“They knew your grandmother, and that’s what really matters to them.”

“That and being curious about me.”

He chuckled. “Nosy, you mean, but yes. You’ll be the talk of the town. Already are, in fact. Grocery store, barber shop, news stand…”

She groaned.

“It’s not that bad. Gives them something to do.”

“So what are they saying?”

“Most are just wondering what you’re like and if you’ll be staying. Apparently Jonas is talking like he already owns the place.”

Green eyes flashed in anger and Jacob smiled inwardly. Maybe Cara thought she hadn’t decided what to do about the house yet, but she had. She just didn’t know she had.

 

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 10-20-2018

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Rainbow Snippets is a group for LGBTQ+ authors, bloggers, and readers to gather once a week and share six sentences from a work of fiction–a WIP or a finished work or even a 6-sentence book recommendation (no spoilers please!).   Check out all the other awesome snippets by clicking on the picture above.

Still posting from Book Five of the Academy of the Accord (fantasy) series that I have been (and will be) working on for forever.

Continuing from last week.

Torlew looked up at the touch of another hand and met Caristen’s gaze, his brown eyes warm and troubled.

“Cair…” He caught his breath, half turning in Wellhym’s arms. “I should have told you before now but I couldn’t.  I… I needed…”  But then Caristen moved closer and his lips silenced him, and Torlew moved one arm from Wellhym to embrace Caristen too, letting himself go limp in their arms, feeling their support and love, knowing that Caristen understood his need to be with his Warder before he could talk about what had happened. 

Another hand touched his back and he turned to Kordelm. “I know we’re not lovers,” the warrior said, “but…”

Torlew embraced him, laughing as healing tears streamed down his face. “I love you, too, Kord.” 

“Just making sure,” the warrior growled, hugging him with the same fierceness that characterized everything he did, and Torlew felt in his embrace the same protectiveness he felt from Wellhym. 

The four of them spent the night together, most of it in silence, in a press of warm bodies, and by morning the bond that the four of them shared had worked its magic, soothing their wounded spirits, returning them to normal.

 

 

 

 

 

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Wednesday Words #199 (10/17/2018)

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:

lost keys
a pillow
sunlight through clouds

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

 

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Sunday Snippet, October 14, 2018

More from Hedge House, a paranormal/urban fantasy, almost finished first draft.

Picking up from last week when Cara was “caught” crawling out of a tunnel formed by the branches of a bush.

“Ah, so that’s where you went. Playing in the hedge?”

She looked up and flushed as she saw Jacob leaning against the oak, the cat rubbing against his legs.

He chuckled and offered her a hand to help her up. “What have you got there?” he asked, nodding at the box.

“Treasures.” She glanced back at the tunnel. “Who’s your friend?”

The cat abandoned Jacob and moved to rub its head against her legs. 

“Harry. Seems she’s taken a liking to you.”

“She was on the back porch when I came out so I gave her a pan of water. I should have called you to pick up some cat food.”

Jacob chuckled. “Don’t worry about Harry, she’s well fed.” He glanced at the tunnel she had just crawled out of. “I should have known this was where I’d find you, even without Harry leading me to you. This was your favorite part of the gardens when you were little.”

 “I didn’t even really remember this until I was sitting in the oak tree a while ago but once I found the opening to the tunnel…” She shrugged. “My mind didn’t remember, but apparently my body did. The tunnel was bigger twenty years ago, though.”

Jacob laughed and gave her shoulders a squeeze. “Memories come back when you’re ready for them,” he told her. “And when they’re needed. Nothing is ever truly lost or forgotten.”

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 10-13-2018

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Rainbow Snippets is a group for LGBTQ+ authors, bloggers, and readers to gather once a week and share six sentences from a work of fiction–a WIP or a finished work or even a 6-sentence book recommendation (no spoilers please!).   Check out all the other awesome snippets by clicking on the picture above.

Still posting from Book Five of the Academy of the Accord (fantasy) series that I have been (and will be) working on for forever.

Continuing from last week.

A few minutes later the four of them were in the pool and Torlew pressed against Wellhym, trembling, needing…

“Shh…” Wellhym soothed, tangling his fingers in his wizard’s hair as he held him close. He, too, knew what Torlew needed, but it wasn’t sex.

Kordelm and Caristen gave them a few moments, and then joined them, and Torlew, surrounded by them, wrapped in the love and safety of his friends, finally broke down into sobs, releasing emotions he had been holding for far too long.

Slowly, brokenly, the story came out. The mistrust among the boys, the desperate loneliness, the injuries that the young ones sustained from the headmaster’s taking of them – injuries he could not heal without revealing himself – being forced to pleasure the headmaster with his mouth, taking on more than that to spare the others…

“Wel, I’m sorry,” he choked.  And Wellhym answered him with a kiss, long and slow and loving, and Torlew gave a final sob and leaned into him, the last of the tension draining from his body.

 

 

 

 

 

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Wednesday Words #198 (10/10/2018)

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 clock
a teenager
a map

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

 

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Sunday Snippet, October 7, 2018

More from Hedge House, a paranormal/urban fantasy, almost finished first draft.

Cara has crawled through a “tunnel” she used to play in as a child, formed by the arching branches of an old mock orange bush until she reached the end of it where it butts up against the stone wall.

 

She brushed away fallen leaves, her fingers searching for the loose stone. It had become caked with dirt and moss, but she managed to work it loose and her eyes filled with tears as she reached into the hole and her fingers found the ceramic box that she had left behind. She pulled it out and shifted to sit cross legged, nestling it in her lap. The latch and hinges were a little rusted, but she managed to convince it to open.

A stab of pain brought tears to her eyes as the first thing she saw was a photograph of her father. There had been none in her home growing up – her mother had either destroyed them all or had not taken any when they had moved away, she didn’t know which – but she remembered this photo and the day it had been taken – her fifth birthday. He had taken her to a friend’s farm and the photo was of her on a pony, her father at her side, helping her find her balance.

Swallowing hard, she propped it up gently against the inside of the box lid and turned her attention to the other contents. 

A few pretty pebbles, a few pieces of quartz. One of them was a Herkimer diamond, wrapped with copper in an infinity symbol and suspended from a chain. The chain was tarnished, but still intact, although somewhat too small for her now. She remembered her father giving it to her, telling her that she would always be able to see clearly and know the truth if she wore it. She hadn’t wanted to leave it behind – hadn’t wanted to leave any of it behind – but even at seven years of age she had known that her mother would not have approved of her treasures and would have destroyed them. Over the years the memory of it had faded, along with the memories of this place and the people in it, but her return was awakening them.

Carefully placing the pendant back inside the box she closed it and replaced the stone in the wall. Clutching the box to her she crawled out of the tunnel, emerging into sunshine.

“Ah, so that’s where you went. Playing in the hedge?”

 

 

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 10-6-2018

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Rainbow Snippets is a group for LGBTQ+ authors, bloggers, and readers to gather once a week and share six sentences from a work of fiction–a WIP or a finished work or even a 6-sentence book recommendation (no spoilers please!).   Check out all the other awesome snippets by clicking on the picture above.

Still posting from Book Five of the Academy of the Accord (fantasy) series that I have been (and will be) working on for forever.

Skipping ahead a bit to after the briefing. (And, yes, Caristen did get something to eat.)

Kordelm and Wellhym got Draethlen settled and went through their office and up to their quarters to find Caristen and Torlew waiting for them. 

“Bath house,” Caristen said softly as Wellhym embraced Torlew. 

The big blond warrior nodded, but made no effort to move.  Torlew clung to him, shaking, drawing in his scent and his strength.

“What about Drae?” Kordelm asked softly, watching them, his heart aching at the pain he saw in Torlew. 

“I’ll touch him with a sleep spell,” Caristen assured him. “He won’t wake until morning.”

Kordelm nodded and gently touched Wellhym’s shoulder. “Come on,” he said softly. He put a hand on Torlew’s arm and the wizard looked up at him and nodded, slowly drawing himself away from his Warder.

 

 

 

 

 

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Wednesday Words #197 (10/3/2018)

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 deserted street
a flickering light
a man in a cape

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

 

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Sunday Snippet, September 30, 2018

More from Hedge House, a paranormal/urban fantasy, almost finished first draft.  Cara has gone outside to explore the property a bit.

Her grandmother’s house – her house now – sat back from the road. It was completely surrounded by a tall thick untamed hedge of hawthorn trees, planted in an alternating double row. A stone fence snaked between their trunks, filling up the space beneath their branches, and a variety of bramble bushes – raspberry, blackberry, and wild rose – sprawled up and over it.

Cara walked along the edge of the property, feeling safe and protected by the thorny plants that surrounded it. And along with the security came a sense of belonging and she sighed, looking up at the trees as the soft wind rustled their leaves. It sounded as if they were whispering to her and she smiled, shaking off the flight of fancy. 

In one corner stood the largest of the trees, an ancient oak. Looking up, she saw that her tree house was still in its lowest branches. Curious, she clambered up onto the stone wall, mindful of the thorns, and peered onto the low platform. To her surprise, the wood seemed new and sturdy, and carefully she crawled onto it and leaned back against the trunk of the tree, smiling as she looked up through the leaves.

She remembered hours spent here, looking up through the leaves and branches, seeing pictures formed as they moved in the breeze and making up stories to go with the images. 

Focusing her attention on her breathing she let her mind and body relax, letting her eyes become unfocused, letting images come. It had been so much easier as a child…

She saw a woman’s face, familiar but not. It seemed to be smiling in approval, but then the wind shifted and a shadow blocked the sun. When the cloud had passed the face was gone and she shivered, sitting up again.

 

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

 

Find more great reading
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