Monthly Archives: January 2019

Wednesday Words #214 (1/30/2019)

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 tree
a promise kept
a book

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

 

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Sunday Snippet, January 27, 2019

More from Hedge House, a paranormal/urban fantasy that I hope to have out later this year.  Picking up from last week’s snippet.

“What kind of offer did he make?” Tamira asked.

“Nothing concrete and nothing I’m inclined to take him up on,” Cara replied. “He seems quite eager to buy the house and even though I haven’t decided what I’m doing, I do know that I have no intentions of selling it to him.”

Tamira nodded. “Be careful of him, Cara. He is a dark one. Dangerous to his enemies, and those who call him friend only do so out of fear.”

“I don’t like him,” Cara said. “I don’t know why, but from the first moment I saw him, I just… wished I’d never met him.”

“Always trust your instincts.” Tamira’s smile was warm, but she quickly sobered.  “Jonas Blackthorn is not welcome here and cannot come further than the doorway without an invitation.” 

Cara nodded slowly, remembering the way he had started to enter, confident that she would welcome him, only to falter in response to her cold reply.

 

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 1-26-2019

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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 one of the books of the Academy of the Accord series, showcasing two of my favorite characters. (Okay, yes, they’re all my favorites, but Yhon and Bry – especially Bry – hold a special place all their own.) I was going to skip ahead and show you an older Brythel, so you could see the changes in him, but decided to finish this bit instead, so I’ll get to that next month.

For those joining late:

Yhonshel is a Tuanae, both wizard and warder. He is a captain, one of the three seconds in command at the garrison of the academy, and he is also a Master wizard and one of the three deputy headmasters at the academy. He’s quiet and gentle and soft-spoken but I don’t recommend ever making him truly angry.

Brythel is one of the cadets. He is timid and nervous and very unsure of himself. (One of the reasons I love Bry is that he probably grew and changed more than any other character I’ve ever written.)

The students were introduced to Yhonshel on their tour of the castle and he invited any of them who were interested in music to come find him during free time. Bry has taken him up on his offer.

Picking up from last week’s snippet:

“I will never send you away, Brythel. I promise. On my honor as a Warrior.”

Brythel nodded, smiling tentatively. 

Yhonshel returned his smile, humor dancing in his eyes. “Now, about that song we were playing… I seriously doubt that it was played by any musicians invited into your home.”

“No, sir.” Brythel flushed. “I… There was never any music at home. My stepfather doesn’t like it. So I… I would sneak out at night and listen to minstrels at the taverns. Sometimes they would show me a few things about music, or give me their old strings.”

Yhonshel chuckled and Brythel relaxed; he had half expected to be in trouble for sneaking out.

 

 

 

 

 

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Wednesday Words #213 (1/23/2019)

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 bell
snoring
a grey rainy day

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

 

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The Blizzard that Isn’t

Brrrrr!!!!!!!!

We missed the blizzard that they were calling for here in Western Pennsylvania (originally up to 18 inches predicted) but we definitely got the cold air. Low teens yesterday and today, zero or below at night, and let’s not talk about the windchill.

This afternoon I went out and cleared a couple inches of snow off my car so I wouldn’t have to do it before work tomorrow. (I’m working an agency assignment as a school nurse so there wasn’t any school today.) I made a half-hearted attempt to clear the ice off my windshield but I think it’s become part of the glass. I’ll let the defroster deal with it in the morning.

All four car doors were frozen shut.  (I didn’t try the hatch.) I managed to get all but one (rear door on the driver’s side) open.

Then I came inside and found messages from my agency that I was canceled for tomorrow. (I don’t know why._

But enough about the weather.

Where have I been all month?

Well, on the fifth I got hit with a really bad cold that turned me into a zombie for a week. (I dragged myself into work on the sixth but barely made it through the day and ended up missing Tuesday and Wednesday that week because I just couldn’t function.)

So that was my first week. I have no idea what happened last week as to why I didn’t write a post but I’m hopefully back on track now.

Anyhow… writing stuff.

I got behind on my one hundred words a day while I was sick but got caught up. (That’s the beauty of only committing to one hundred words a day. Missing a couple of days doesn’t throw you into a pit that you feel like you’ll never crawl out of.)

I’ve also finished going over what I had printed of Hedge House so I have at least some editing done. Now if I can just quit working on the steampunk thing and get back to work finishing it.

Anyhow, that’s my current life in a nutshell, which is probably where it belongs.

 

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Sunday Snippet, January 20, 2019

More from Hedge House, a paranormal/urban fantasy which will hopefully be released this year. This picks up from last week’s snippet.

“Thank you,” she said. “For the chain.” She fastened it around her neck and turned as the door chimed, stiffening as she saw who was in the doorway.

“Good afternoon, ladies. I thought I saw you come in here, Cara. Checking out the books on your grandmother’s business?”

“Getting to know the woman who runs it,” Cara replied, her voice cold and clipped.   

Jonas Blackthorn started to walk through the door but faltered and stayed on the threshold. “I’m sorry,” he said. “That didn’t come out the way I’d intended. And I really just came to ask if you’d like to go for a coffee. I was hoping you’d had time to think about my offer and we could discuss it.”

“There is nothing to discuss. I haven’t made any decisions. And I’m afraid that I won’t have time for a get together. There is still a lot to do and I have an appointment with Henry Rupert later this afternoon

“Oh, well, another time then, perhaps.” He bowed and took a step backward before turning and leaving.

Cara shuddered as the door closed behind him. “I feel like I need a shower,” she muttered.

 

 

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 1-19-2019

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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 one of the books of the Academy of the Accord series, showcasing two of my favorite characters. (Okay, yes, they’re all my favorites, but Yhon and Bry – especially Bry – hold a special place all their own.) I was going to skip ahead and show you an older Brythel, so you could see the changes in him, but decided to finish this bit instead, so I’ll get to that next month.

For those joining late:

Yhonshel is a Tuanae, both wizard and warder. He is a captain, one of the three seconds in command at the garrison of the academy, and he is also a Master wizard and one of the three deputy headmasters at the academy. He’s quiet and gentle and soft-spoken but I don’t recommend ever making him truly angry.

Brythel is one of the cadets. He is timid and nervous and very unsure of himself. (One of the reasons I love Bry is that he probably grew and changed more than any other character I’ve ever written.)

The students were introduced to Yhonshel on their tour of the castle and he invited any of them who were interested in music to come find him during free time. Bry has taken him up on his offer.

Picking up from last week’s snippet:

 

Gradually he became aware of another instrument playing with him and he opened his eyes:  Yhonshel’s fingers were floating effortlessly over the strings of his own lute and Brythel smiled, relaxed and at ease for the first time that he could remember.

“You taught yourself?” Yhonshel asked as the song ended.

“Yes, sir.” Brythel felt tense again, a sick feeling gnawing at his stomach as he waited for the words that he feared – and that he expected – words telling him that he was not good enough, that he should never have wasted the Tuanae’s time.

“You have a good ear,” Yhonshel said softly, and Brythel looked up at him, startled. “What were you thinking, before I said that?” Yhonshel asked.

Brythel looked down. “That you were going to send me away, tell me that I wasn’t good enough and…” He stopped at the feel of a warm hand on his shoulder and hesitantly raised his eyes.

 

 

 

 

 

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Wednesday Words #212 (1/16/2019)

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 caretaker
a dirigible
an ocean

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

 

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Sunday Snippet, January 13, 2019

More from Hedge House, a paranormal/urban fantasy, almost finished first draft that I’m hoping to release before the end of the year. This snippet picks up from last week’s.

“What happened after the two of you left for Tulsa?”

Cara shook her head. “We still weren’t close. She’d never gotten to know me, had no idea what I liked, tried to force me into the mold of her ideal daughter. We’re still not close. She’s still part of that church and I’m… not.”

Cara busied herself threading the chain through the wire loop on the pendant. Why was she telling Tamira all of this? She had just met her and wasn’t entirely sure the woman liked her or approved of her. Not that she needed anyone’s approval… Craved it, maybe, but didn’t need it.

“Thank you,” she said. “For the chain.” She fastened it around her neck and turned as the door chimed, stiffening as she saw who was in the doorway.

 

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 1-12-2019

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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 one of the books of the Academy of the Accord series, showcasing two of my favorite characters. (Okay, yes, they’re all my favorites, but Yhon and Bry – especially Bry – hold a special place all their own.) I was going to skip ahead and show you an older Brythel, so you could see the changes in him, but decided to finish this bit instead, so I’ll get to that next month.

For those joining late:

Yhonshel is a Tuanae, both wizard and warder. He is a captain, one of the three seconds in command at the garrison of the academy, and he is also a Master wizard and one of the three deputy headmasters at the academy. He’s quiet and gentle and soft-spoken but I don’t recommend ever making him truly angry.

Brythel is one of the cadets. He is timid and nervous and very unsure of himself. (One of the reasons I love Bry is that he probably grew and changed more than any other character I’ve ever written.)

The students were introduced to Yhonshel on their tour of the castle and he invited any of them who were interested in music to come find him during free time. Bry has taken him up on his offer.

Picking up from last week’s snippet:

Hesitantly he began to play, Yhonshel watching him with a gentle intensity.

“Relax,” he said softly. “Pretend I’m not here.”

Brythel wanted to protest that he couldn’t do that, that it was Yhonshel’s presence that he wanted almost as much as he wanted music, but he swallowed the words and nodded.

“Close your eyes,” Yhonshel said. “You are safe here. There is nothing to fear.  Just close your eyes and breathe deep and easy and imagine that you are in the safest place you can think of.” He smiled as he saw the boy relax in response to the sound of his voice. “You are safe,” he murmured. “Now, play.”

Brythel began playing, hesitantly at first, then with growing confidence as the music began to weave its magic.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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