Monthly Archives: August 2018

Sunday Snippet, August 19, 2018

I’m posting from Hedge House, a nearly completed first draft. Finishing it is going to be my project for Camp NaNoWriMo this month. I’m not quite sure whether to classify it as paranormal or urban fantasy; the two of them tend to blur together a lot for me.

I’m picking up from last week.

Jacob set her suitcases down inside the kitchen door of the big house. She dropped her carry on next to them, glancing around the kitchen as she did so.

“Changed much?” he asked.

She shook her head. “It’s strange. I barely remember it, and yet I do.”

“Not strange at all.” He handed her a key ring. “This opens the back door,” he said.  “And this one works the front door, but it doesn’t get used much.”

She nodded and let him close the door and guide her to his house. Smaller than her grandmother’s, it was clean and neat, with just enough things out of order to look lived in. The scent of food wafting from the kitchen made her mouth water.

“I used to think that you lived in the gardening shed,” she admitted to him. “Somehow I could never imagine you in a house.”

He chuckled. “I do tend to spend more time out there than I do in here, it seems. There’s always something to be doing.” The kitchen table already held two place settings and he motioned her into a seat as he began fussing at the stove.

 

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 8-18-2018

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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.

As promised, I’m skipping ahead and introducing Kordelm’s and Wellhym’s wizards, Caristen and Torlew. (They’ve actually been in the series since Book 2, and were met earlier in this one.) They’ve been away with Marsden, taking care of the headmaster of the orphanage that Draethlen came from.

(Senzu is an apprentice wizard and Draethlen is her Warder. She is not human and has a hard time trusting and believing in their bond, even though she’s the one that recognized it.)

The days passed in a steady routine – warrior training in the mornings, lessons with Senzu in the afternoons, evenings usually spent with Senzu, who remained slightly aloof, although there were times when her guard would slip and Draethlen would have a glimpse of her vulnerability, but the next time he saw her or spoke to her the distance would be there again. 

It was about a month after his arrival that Draethlen woke in the middle of the night to the feeling that something wasn’t right. Opening his eyes he saw two figures moving between the rows of bunks, their movements quiet and stealthy.

“Captains!” he shouted, sitting up and reaching for his sword, his heart pounding. “Intruders!”

 

 

 

 

 

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Wednesday Words #190 (8/15/2018)

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!

On 9/28/16 I used “You are an alien, the first of your race to discover/visit Earth. Write a report to send to your home world.” 

This week’s prompt is aa variation on that theme:

You are an alien, on holiday to a primitive planet (Earth). Share a page from your travel journal.

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

(Sorry this week’s is late. I messed up the date.)

 

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Sunday Snippet, August 12, 2018

I’m posting from Hedge House, a nearly completed first draft. Finishing it is going to be my project for Camp NaNoWriMo this month. I’m not quite sure whether to classify it as paranormal or urban fantasy; the two of them tend to blur together a lot for me.

Skipping ahead a bit from last week. Cara has reached her grandmother’s house (after a few wrong turns).

 

She stepped out of the car and pocketed the keys, taking a deep breath of the evening air and savoring the scent of freshly cut grass. A few birds squabbled in the hedge that surrounded the property and a gentle breeze rustled the leaves and brushed her hair, soothing her.

“I see you made it. Any trouble?”

Jacob’s now familiar voice was closer than she had expected and she jumped, startled.

“Not after I turned the wrong way three times.”

He chuckled, his blue eyes crinkling in his weathered face. “You did well finding it at all after all this time.” He sobered, his gaze sharpening as he studied her. “Any other trouble?”

“I… was delayed leaving the Starlight. The town mayor came to meet me.”

“Jonas.”

She nodded. There was a note of barely concealed contempt in the man’s voice and she shared the sentiment.

“The desk clerk called to tell him I was there.”

“Of course he did. Jonas owns the place. Come on, let’s get your luggage and drop it off in the house and then you can come on over to my place for some supper before you turn in. You look about ready to drop.”

 

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 8-11-2018

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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.

I’m wrapping up the scene with Kordelm, Wellhym, and Draethlen. Next week you’ll get to meet Kordelm’s and Wellhym’s wizards — they’re currently off helping Marsden take care of Draethlen’s old headmaster.

(For those just tuning in, Kordelm and Wellhym are warriors, captains at The Academy of the Accord, and they are lovers. Draethlen is a 10 year old cadet rescued from an orphanage where he was sexually abused by the headmaster.)

“As far as we are concerned,” Kordelm told him, “you are our little brother.”

“And we love you as we would a little brother,” Wellhym murmured. “Don’t ever forget that.”

“I won’t,” Draethlen promised.

“Good. Now, bedtime. We’ll roust you out in time for some lessons in protocol before breakfast.”

Wellhym pulled Draethlen’s blankets back and they both waited until he undressed and got into his cot, then Wellhym pulled his blankets up and brushed his hair back. “It’s going to be all right,” he told him. “You are going to make it through all of this and be so much stronger than you can currently believe.”

“Thank you,” Draethlen said. “I – I promise I won’t let you down.”

“We know you won’t,” Kordelm said, smiling. “And we promise not to let you down, either.”

 

 

 

 

 

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Wednesday Words #189 (8/8/2018)

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:

outside my window

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

 

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Sunday Snippet, August 5, 2018

I’m posting from Hedge House, a nearly completed first draft.

I’m picking up from last week. Cara met the town mayor while checking out of the hotel and he asked her out for dinner.

“I’m not sure how long I’m going to be in town,” she replied. “I just came for the funeral and then I’ll be going back to Tulsa.”

He nodded. “We’ll be sorry to see you go. If you need any help at all, don’t hesitate to call me.” He handed her a business card. “If you decide to sell the house and business I’m sure I can find a buyer.”

“Sell…?” She looked up from the card, confused.

“You don’t know? Your grandmother left everything to you. Apparently she never took into consideration the fact that you might have a life elsewhere.”

Something in his tone rankled, reminding her too much of her mother’s attitude toward her grandmother, but she forced herself to remain polite. 

 

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Rainbow Snippet for 8-4-2018

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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.

I’m picking up from last week, where Draethlen asked Wellhym if he and Kordelm were lovers.

(For those just tuning in, Kordelm and Wellhym are warriors, captains at The Academy of the Accord, and they are lovers. Draethlen is a 10 year old cadet rescued from an orphanage where he was sexually abused by the headmaster.)

“Drae,” Kordelm said, suddenly serious again. “Did the headmaster tell you that he was doing those things because he loved you?”

Draethlen looked down, not wanting to meet their eyes. “Yes.” His voice was barely a whisper.

“But you know that wasn’t love?”

“Yes.” His voice was a bit stronger, more certain.

“And do you also know,” Wellhym said slowly, as he realized where his partner was going with these questions, “that just because we are not doing what he did, that doesn’t mean we don’t care about you? Because we do.”

Kordelm nodded in agreement, but Draethlen barely saw him; his eyes were filling with tears and making it hard to see. Suddenly both men were on their knees and they were holding him, and instead of flinching away from their touch he reached out to them as well.

 

 

 

 

 

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Wednesday Words #188 (8/1/2018)

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:

medicine
an abandoned road
an irritable human

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

 

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