Monthly Archives: October 2018

Wednesday Words #201 (10/31/2018)

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:

POV:
an alien observing Trick or Treat for the first time

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

 

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Sunday Snippet, October 28, 2018

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

 

“Jacob?” she asked as she opened the kitchen door. “Where is my father buried? I – I’d like to visit his grave.”

“You already have.”

She put the box down on the counter and turned to look at him.

“He was cremated. His ashes – or at least most of ‘em – are buried at the foot of that oak tree you were climbing.”

“Where are the rest of them?”

“In a vial your grandmother wore. I have it over at my place for you when you’re ready for it.”

Somehow that simple kindness touched her far more deeply than any expression of sympathy could have. “Thank you.” She barely got the words out through the lump in her throat. 

“Go get changed,” he said gently. “I’ll handle the casserole brigade if they get here before you come back down.”

 

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 10-27-2018

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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.

“Good morning!” Kordelm said cheerfully as they entered the barracks, seemingly oblivious to the fact that Caristen suddenly looked like he wanted to murder him.

“Obnoxious jack,” he muttered. “I swear he thrives on no sleep.”

Wellhym chuckled and gave his shoulder a brief squeeze. “Kord’s only a morning person if he sees dawn from the night side,” he agreed.

Draethlen had risen when they entered and Kordelm gave him a wink. “Ready for breakfast?” he asked.

“Yes, sir.” Draethlen smiled uncertainly at them and Torlew touched his shoulder gently. 

“I needed to be with my Warder last night,” he said softly.  “And with my friends.”  He held Draethlen’s gaze for a long moment. “When you and Sen have spent more time together,” he said, “you’ll understand it better, but Warders… Warders know what their wizards need.  Usually better than the wizard does.”

“That’s true,” Caristen agreed. “And sometimes they even know what other people’s wizards need.”

“You are my wizard,” Wellhym said. “As much as Tor is. Well, almost as much as Tor is.”

“Mine,” Kordelm growled, pushing between Wellhym and Caristen as they laughed.

 

 

 

 

 

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Wednesday Words #200 (10/24/2018)

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:

apple cider
a rug
a toy

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

 

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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

 

Find more great reading
at the Sunday Snippet group.

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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

 

Find more great reading
at the Sunday Snippet group.

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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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