Monthly Archives: June 2019

Wednesday Words #234(6/19/2019)

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!

a sign
a middle-aged woman
a rainy day

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

 

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Sunday Snippet, June 16, 2019

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

Picking up from last week, with Jacob and Cara discussing the plans for the day.

Cara shook her head. “Did he… leave a note? Do they know why?” She swallowed hard. “It’s because I said I was going to report him to the Bar, isn’t it?”

“I don’t think so. I do know that whatever made him do it, it’s not your fault. You didn’t push him to it, you didn’t tie the knot and put the rope around his neck.”

“But–”

“No ‘buts,’” Jacob said firmly. “There is such a thing as personal responsibility, and the responsibility in this case rested firmly and squarely with Henry Rupert.”  His tone softened. “I know that sounds harsh, but I want you to be clear that it was not your fault, that your actions and words had no bearing on what happened.”

She nodded slowly. She could accept that she wasn’t to blame, but something made her believe that something had happened to make him do it, and that it was somehow related to her…

“Is it because I wanted to compare the documents? He knew there would be discrepancies.”

Jacob hesitated for a moment. “Yes and no,” he said. “He knew there would be discrepancies and he knew what they were, but he wasn’t the only one who knew.”

She looked at him for a moment, puzzled.

“Jonas.” She barely breathed the name, but Jacob nodded.

 

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 6-15-2019

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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. Remember, this is a rough draft so squint. Wearing rose colored glasses may help too.

 

Alex and Tommy slowly relaxed as they ate dinner. Somehow, in some strange way, there was an odd sensation of being at a family table, even though neither Kamrin nor Brandon seemed old enough to be their parents.

“You are staying tonight, Bran,” Kamrin said as she cleared the dishes. “I have lots of room and lots of food and there’s no sense risking your neck out on those roads tonight.”

“You don’t have to twist my arm,” he said, laughing. “I was planning on crashing here tonight. Stopping by to warn you about crab ass was just an excuse.”

Kamrin rolled her eyes. “Like you need an excuse. And watch your language. We have young ones in the house.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Wednesday Words #233(6/12/2019)

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 is courtesy of the movie Aladdin:

“Have you lost your country?”

(Sorry for the late posting. I got the date wrong when I scheduled it.)

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

 

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Sunday Snippet, June 9, 2019

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

Picking up from last week, with Jacob and Cara discussing the plans for the day.

She sighed. “The viewing this evening. And before then a visit to the Registrar of Wills, and, depending on what I learn there, a visit to Henry Rupert and maybe a phone call to the Bar Association.” 

Jacob shook his head, his expression serious.

“What?”

“No visit to Henry Rupert.”

“Why not?”

“He’s dead.”

“What?”

“Hung himself. They found him last night.”

Cara stared at him, shocked, her mind numb as she tried to process what he’d said.

“But…?”

“I know,” Jacob said softly. “Suicide is always a shock.”

Cara shook her head. “Did he… leave a note? Do they know why?” She swallowed hard. “It’s because I said I was going to report him to the Bar, isn’t it?”

 

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 6-8-2019

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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.

Skipping a few lines from last week. Remember, this is a rough draft so squint. Wearing rose colored glasses may help too.

They were still mulling that over when Bran entered the kitchen. They tensed up when he came in, but he smiled as he sat down.

“I don’t bite,” he assured them.

They turned to Kamrin and she smiled.

“He’s right. He doesn’t bite. Usually.” She put a hand on his shoulder as she put a cup of coffee in front of him. “Boys, this is Brandon Cormack. Bran, meet Alex and Tommy.”

“Nice to meet you, boys.”  Brandon helped himself to a plateful of spaghetti. “Someone pass the Parmesan, please?”

 

 

 

 

 

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Wednesday Words #232(6/5/2019)

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:

You find a pair of binoculars, but whatever you look at through them you see it in the future, not the present.

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

 

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Sunday Snippet, June 2, 2019

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

Picking up from last week.

Picking up from last week’s snippet. Cara and Jacob are having breakfast and she said she’d had a weird dream of sorts.

 

“Weird dream of sorts?”

“Well, it wasn’t a dream like normal dreams. Just… I dreamed that Harry was growling at something, all bristled up, back arched, ears flat. Nothing else, just that.”

Jacob nodded. “I’ll have to have a talk with her later, see what she was growling at.”

Cara stared at him, fork halfway to her mouth, trying to decide if he was serious or not. At last she just shook her head and changed the subject. “How did you sleep?”

“With my eyes closed.” He added syrup to the breakfast casserole. “What are the plans for the day?”

She sighed. “The viewing this evening. And before then a visit to the Registrar of Wills, and, depending on what I learn there, a visit to Henry Rupert and maybe a phone call to the Bar Association.” 

Jacob shook his head, his expression serious.

 

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 6-1-2019

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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.

Bran sighed. “You’re risking too much, Kunda,” he said softly.

“I’m risking nothing. Certainly not anything worth more than their lives. Now hang up your coat and come have some spaghetti and meet my new friends.”

“Let me go change first.”

She nodded. “Probably not a bad idea. I’ll start a new pot of coffee.”

 

“Are we causing trouble for you?”

Alex’s voice was anxious and she smiled.

“Not at all. You have the right to be here. I have the right to have you here.” Green eyes sparkled with mirth. “The Rev’s been having fits ever since I bought the property and started fixing it up.”

 

 

 

 

 

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