Monthly Archives: February 2019

Wednesday Words #218 (2/27/2019)

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:

“How did Lady Angeline’s shoe come to be in the chandelier?”

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

 

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Sunday Snippet, February 24, 2019

More from Hedge House, a paranormal/urban fantasy that I hope to have out later this year.

Picking up from last week. Cara had found herself feeling dizzy and light headed and then she was outside of the shop without remembering going through the door.

“What happened?” she asked. The shop was beginning to feel like a dream and she turned to look at it, reassuring herself that it was real.

“You got dizzy. Sometimes the incense does that to people.”

“Incense?” She frowned. She didn’t remember smelling any incense.

“Tamira burns it in the back room sometimes. She prefers powdered herbs and sometimes the remnants of the smoke can hit people in odd ways.” 

Cara nodded, uncertain. That didn’t sound right to her, but it didn’t sound wrong, either, and she was confused.

Jacob smiled. “Your head will clear in a bit and things will make more sense. Are you ready to go see Henry Rupert?”

“Yes.” Cara felt an overwhelming sense of relief at the suggestion; a visit to a lawyer was something she could understand, something she could deal with. “Let’s go get that over with.”

 

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 2-23-2019

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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.

Picking up from last week’s snippet from a neglected WiP.  It’s unedited, so in the words of our fearless leader, “Squint.”

 

“This is it,” he said, trying to keep the doubt out of his voice. “Come on, Tommy.”

The door was locked, but there was a sign that read, “If you are in need of shelter, ring the bell.”

Alex gave Tommy’s hand a squeeze and pushed the button; after what seemed an eternity the door opened and a middle aged man stared at them, his eyes cold.

“Please, sir. We need a place to be out of the weather for the night. The bouncer at Harley’s sent us here.”

The man nodded, his lips pursing. “He called and told me.” His voice was colder than the wind that gusted pellets of ice against them. “Your kind isn’t welcome here.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Wednesday Words #217 (2/20/2019)

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 “lost and found” department
a mountain
a toadstool

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

 

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Sunday Snippet, February 17, 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. (Yes, I know Tamira’s line is awkward, but it’s a first draft. It’ll get better.)

Jacob laughed. “Ah, Cara. You’ll learn soon enough.” He sobered. “You’ll learn far too much far too soon, I fear.”

“She’ll be ready,” Tamira said. “When she’s ready to learn, we’ll teach her, and by the time she needs the knowledge she’ll be ready to receive it.”  

“What are you two talking about?”

“Something we shouldn’t be,” Jacob replied, locking eyes with Tamira. “Especially since I ran into Henry Rupert and he had a cancellation so if you’d like to go see him now he’s available.”

For a moment Cara felt as if there was some sort of flow of energy between Jacob and Tamira and that she was in the middle of it. She closed her eyes, suddenly light headed and dizzy, and then she felt Jacob’s hand on her arm, steadying her so she didn’t fall, and then she was outside in the sunshine and fresh breeze. 

 

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 2-16-2019

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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.

I’m posting from a neglected WiP this week. It doesn’t actually have a title yet, but the characters have names. Actually, I’m not really sure where I’m going with this. This is one of those things that started because I had an opening scene in my head and I had to write it. I’m pretty sure it’s going to end up being urban fantasy, but we shall see.

The cab had smelled of stale cigarettes and staler vomit – and perhaps even staler sex – but it had been warm, a welcome respite from the wind-driven sleet and freezing rain that pelted them now as they stood on the dark street and watched its tail lights fade into the storm.

Alex looked at the paper in his hand, squinting to make out the writing. He could barely read it as the rain splattered against it, blurring the ink.

“Westbrook Church of Heaven’s Gate.” 

He looked up from the scrap of paper to the sign next to the building they were in front of. “Westbrook Church of Heaven’s Gate,” it read. “All welcome.”

“This is it,” he said, trying to keep the doubt out of his voice. “Come on, Tommy.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Wednesday Words #216 (2/13/2019)

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 seashell
a mortar and pestle
a tin can

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

 

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Sunday Snippet, February 10, 2019

Picking up from last week’s snippetHedge House, a paranormal/urban fantasy that I hope to have out later this year. Tamira is answering Jacob’s question of “What happened?”

“Jonas was hoping for an invitation,” Tamira replied. “He didn’t get it.”

Jacob nodded as some sort of understanding seemed to flow between the two of them.

Cara sensed, again, that it had something to do with her, but she also was fairly certain that she wouldn’t get an answer if she asked.

Still, a little fishing wouldn’t hurt.

“I wish you two wouldn’t do that,” she said.

“Do what?” Tamira asked.

“Talk about me without talking about me.”

Tamira looked at Jacob. “She’s far too aware,” she said.

Jacob nodded. “And far too unaware of what she’s aware of.”

Cara sighed. “I think I’d rather you go back to talking about me without talking about me, instead of talking about me like I wasn’t here.”

Jacob laughed. “Ah, Cara. You’ll learn soon enough.” He sobered. “You’ll learn far too much far too soon, I fear.”

 

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 2-9-2019

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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.

If you’ve been following this you’ve met the timid, very unsure of himself young Brythel from the Academy of the Accord series, so now it’s time to show you how he grows up.

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 also a Tuanae.)

This excerpt is a few years later than last week’s snippet. Brythel and Yhonshel have traveled to Brythel’s home because his mother is dying and wanted to see him one more time. (Brythel’s stepfather is the main reason that Bry had was so timid and fearful and had confidence. And he kicked him out and told him he never wanted to see him again, but went to the school to get him at her request.) As they near the house, Brythel’s steps are lagging.

[Brythel’s stepfather] scowled at them. “You can come in because your mother wants to see you,” he said, looking at Brythel. “But he stays out here. I’ll not have the likes of him in my house.”

Brythel’s jaw tightened and he straightened his shoulders. “I am the likes of him,” he said. “And Yhonshel stays with me. If you refuse to share space with us, you can wait out here.”

“You can’t kick me out of my own home.”

“You kicked me out of mine,” Brythel replied with a slight shrug. He stepped past him and opened the door, motioning Yhonshel inside, leaving his stepfather standing on the doorstep, his mouth open in disbelief.

 

 

 

 

 

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Wednesday Words #215 (2/6/2019)

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 favorite meal
a gift
“just another day”

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

 

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