Monthly Archives: September 2018

Wednesday Words #195 (9/19/2018)

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:

It’s better to ask forgiveness than permission.

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

 

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Sunday Snippet, September 16, 2018

Picking up from last week’s snippet of Hedge House. I’m still chugging away at the first draft, sometimes just a hundred words at a time, but I’m chugging.

 

“What did happen?” Cara asked. “I don’t remember much and my mother never talked about it, except to tell me that my grandmother was crazy and it was better that we were away from her.”

“What do you remember?”

Cara slowly chewed a bite of bagel, trying to summon some sort of coherent memories, but at last she shook her head. “I remember that my father died,” she said, “and then we left here. I remember my mother being…” She frowned, trying to put the impressions of a seven year old child into the words of a twenty seven year old lawyer. “She wasn’t sad or grief stricken. More… angry and…” She shook her head. “I think she blamed my grandmother but I don’t know why.”

Jacob nodded. “She did blame her. Unfairly, but people do a lot of things when they’re in pain that they wouldn’t ordinarily do.”

“All my life all I heard her say about my grandmother was that she was crazy, and a witch, and should be locked away where she couldn’t hurt anyone.”

 

 

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 9-15-2018

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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.  Caristen and Torlew have been away with Marsden, taking care of the headmaster of the orphanage that Draethlen came from, and have just returned to the school – and woke everyone up.

Caristen nodded wearily. “Anyhow, get dressed you two. We’re to take you to Vinadi’s office for a full debriefing.”

They nodded and turned to pick up their swords.

“Drae, put your sword down, they’re friends,” Wellhym chuckled, and the boy started, blushing as he realized that it was still in his hands.

“And get dressed,” Kordelm said, “unless you want to cross the grounds dressed like that.”

“Kord,” Caristen started, but both warriors rounded on him.

“He has more right to know what happened than any of us,” Wellhym said, his normally soft voice full of fire, his stance daring either of them to challenge him.

 

 

 

 

 

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Wednesday Words #194 (9/12/2018)

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 fan
a spider web
a fallen leaf

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

 

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Sunday Snippet, September 9, 2018

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

This is the morning after last week’s snippet. Jacob stopped to tell Cara he was going into town and asked if she needed anything.

She stood up when the toaster popped and carefully transferred the bagel to a plate. “How long will it take to announce the date and time of the viewing? I want her friends to be able to come and pay their respects – God, I hate that line.”  She shook her head as she spread the cream cheese. “I don’t want people to think I’m rushing things, because I’m not. I just… I just don’t know.”

There was an edge to her voice and she took a deep breath to steady her shaking hands.

“If I stop and talk to him [funeral director] first and spread the word at a couple other stops, the entire town will know before I get home.”

Cara bit back a giggle. “I was right. News does travel fast in this town.”

Jacob nodded. “If I were a gambling man, I’d be betting that everyone in town already knows you’re here. And I know they’re all curious to meet you.”

“Curious to meet me? I didn’t know anyone knew I existed.”

“People have long memories here,” he told her. “Just about everyone your mother’s age and older is sure to remember at least something about what happened.”

“What did happen?” Cara asked. “I don’t remember much and my mother never talked about it, except to tell me that my grandmother was crazy and it was better that we were away from her.”

 

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
at the Sunday Snippet group.

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Rainbow Snippet for 9-1-2018

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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.  Caristen and Torlew have been away with Marsden, taking care of the headmaster of the orphanage that Draethlen came from, and are reuniting with Kordelm and Wellhym, their Warders.

A tremor ran through him and Wellhym tightened his grip, holding him closer as the wizard’s shoulders shook. “It’s all right, Tor. You’re home, and safe.”  

Wellhym’s voice was a whisper, his breath soft against Torlew’s ear, and Torlew’s hands clutched at him as he nodded, not trusting his voice. He had been holding so much in, but now, feeling so completely safe, everything threatened to spill out, and he took a deep breath to steady himself. He had to wait just a little longer.

“Are you done looking at me like I’m a side of beef you’re planning to buy?”  Caristen’s voice hovered halfway between amusement and exasperation.

“Just making sure that other Warder didn’t get you hurt. I don’t like other people looking after my wizard.” 

“No injuries,” Caristen assured him, “but that’s not to say no wounds.” There was a haunted look in his brown eyes as he glanced at Torlew and Kordelm wrapped his arms around him, hugging him with a fierce intensity.

“You’re home now, and safe,” Kordelm assured him, echoing Wellhym’s words, and Caristen let himself relax for a moment, then straightened, glancing at Draethlen.

“It’s all right,” Wellhym assured him. “He understands.”

 

 

 

 

 

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Wednesday Words #193 (9/5/2018)

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:

thread
a gargoyle
rain

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

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Sunday Snippet, September 2, 2018

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

 

“Jacob.  What… arrangements… have been made?”

“The funeral home will have the viewing whenever you’re ready – tomorrow or the next day or the day after that. She wants to be cremated, so that’s arranged as well. And she wants her ashes planted with a tree.”

“Wants? You talk like she’s still alive.”

“Only the physical body is gone, Cara. Her spirit is very much alive.”

“I know. Just…”

“It sounds strange to you to talk about her as if she was here in the room with us.” She nodded and he smiled. “Then I’ll try not to, at least, until you’re ready to think of her that way.”

 

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
at the Sunday Snippet group.

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Rainbow Snippet for 9-1-2018

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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.  Caristen and Torlew have been away with Marsden, taking care of the headmaster of the orphanage that Draethlen came from, and have just returned to the school – and woke everyone up.

Torlew looked at the three drawn swords facing them and turned to Caristen. “I don’t know about you, Cair, but I was expecting a warmer welcome than this.”

“Well, what do you expect, waking warriors up out of a sound sleep?” Kordelm grumbled. He tossed his sword onto Draethlen’s bed, and approached the two wizards, walking around Caristen, studying him.

Wellhym dropped his sword next to Kordelm’s and reached out and grabbed Torlew, pulling him into a tight embrace. “Welcome home,” he growled into his wizard’s ear, his voice rough with emotion.

“That’s more like it,” Torlew laughed, hugging his Warder, holding him tightly for a moment, drawing on his strength and steadiness and unquestioning support. “It’s good to be home,” he murmured.

A tremor ran through him and Wellhym tightened his grip, holding him closer as the wizard’s shoulders shook. “It’s all right, Tor. You’re home, and safe.” 

 

 

 

 

 

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