Monthly Archives: November 2019

Sunday Snippet, November 10, 2019

I’ve been having trouble deciding what to post for snippets this month. I don’t want to do ones from my NaNoWriMo project because I’m already snipping from it for Rainbow Snippets. So, I started poking around my files looking at WiPs and starts and whatnots and decided to post a start from a different project each week. Most of these won’t have much more (if any) other than what is posted, but it’s kind of fun to drag stuff out and dust off the cobwebs and take a fresh look at it.

This week’s excerpt actually has a title associated with it: The Jewel of Elin. (This is very rough and that last sentence is a grammatical nightmare.)

“Well?” Semer’s eyes glittered with avarice. “Give it to me.”

“I don’t have it.”

Avarice was replaced by fury. “Failure is not an option.”

His guards started forward, drawing their weapons.

“I haven’t failed. I just haven’t succeeded yet.” I ignored his guards and turned my attention to Livaren, my chief rival. “It was not where I was told it would be. Maybe if I’d had better information about the gem’s whereabouts you would have your precious bauble.”

“I…” Livaren sputtered, not knowing what to say.

“Poor information is no excuse. You were not to return without the Elin Stone.”

I turned my gaze back to Semer. “The word on the streets is that it is no longer in the Tarums’ mansion. Apparently someone else got it first. Someone who knew where it was. Someone,” I paused, looking back at Livaren, “who perhaps wants it for himself.”

I reached into Livaren’s coat pocket and drew forth the gem I’d been sent to steal: the Jewel of Elin, the largest green diamond ever found, said to be possessed of great power, and great evil.

“I… I didn’t… I don’t know how that got there!” Livaren was sweating, pleading for his life as Semer’s guards advanced on him.

I smiled and turned away as my rival’s blood spilled onto the floor.

He didn’t know how the gem got into his pocket, but I did.

After all, I didn’t say “I didn’t get it” I said, “I didn’t have it.”

 

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Rainbow Snippet for 11-9-2019

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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.

I’m gearing up for NaNoWriMo next month and have almost definitely decided that I will most likely probably be working on my “Steampunk thing.”  So, since I’m looking over what I have written of it (less than 2000 words) I thought I’d post bits from it to help me stay focused on it.

(Apologies for any language usage that’s anachronistic. I’ll deal with that once the first draft is done.)

This picks up from last week.

It felt good to be out of the rain and into someplace warm, so I spent a moment looking around, not that there was much to see. It was a small room, not much in it but a desk and chair, but it was well lit from numerous lamps, and a small fire glowed in the fireplace.

Taking a deep breath and strengthening my resolve, I knocked on the door the departing woman had pointed to and then opened it and stepped into the warehouse.

I knew from the outside that the building was large, taking up the entire block, but the vastness of the space didn’t really hit me until I was inside, my attention riveted on the scaffolding in the center of the room.  The scaffolding supported a ship and I briefly wondered how it had been moved here from the water or if it had been built here, but then my gaze drifted upward and my breath caught at the sight of the great dirigible hanging above it.

 

 

 

 

 

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Wednesday Words #254 (11/6/2019)

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!

uncontrollable grief
a bowl
a ribbon

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

 

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Sunday Snippet, November 3, 2019

This follows from last week’s post and is likely to be the last snippet from this story until I get more written, but since it’s not my NaNoWriMo project and has been on a back burner for over a year, that’s likely to be a while.

(A bit more background about this story. It was started to go along with a D20tabletop RPG that a friend was creating.  I have no idea where his project currently stands; I should probably ask him.)

“And don’t expect to get paid for today.”

“Well, at least he didn’t fire you,” Ozell said helpfully.

“I almost wish he had – then he could collect his own jellyfish tentacles.”

“You’ll find more than jellyfish tentacles tomorrow,” Ozell said cheerfully. “Oh, yes, you will. And maybe you’ll need that potion you didn’t make.” 

“Pfft! You know I’m not interested in that.”

“Sez you!”

She ignored him and pondered what to do with the contents of the cauldron, finally deciding to just move it off of the fire to cool and let Tuiee deal with it. After all, if she wasn’t getting paid, she wasn’t going to do any extra work. Besides, he seemed interested in finding out what it did, and if she dumped it and it held any value he would not be happy, especially since they didn’t know how to recreate it.

With that accomplished she crossed the rest of the small lot behind Tuiee’s shop and vaulted over the low fence at the back.

“Hey! Where you going?” he shouted after her.

“If I’m not getting paid I’m going home,” she called back and people poked their noses out to see what was going on.

“You’re fired!” he shouted.

“Good! Go get your own tentacles!” she retorted as everyone returned to whatever they had been doing: the disturbance had been nothing more than Tuiee firing Chollee – again.

 

 

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Rainbow Snippet for 11-2-2019

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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 gearing up for NaNoWriMo next month and have almost definitely decided that I will most likely probably be working on my “Steampunk thing.”  So, since I’m looking over what I have written of it (less than 2000 words) I thought I’d post bits from it to help me stay focused on it.

(Apologies for any language usage that’s anachronistic. I’ll deal with that once the first draft is done.)

This picks up from last week.

“I’m looking for one V.R. Madison. I want to apply for the position advertised in today’s paper.”

“In there.” She pointed into the room behind her. “I’m leaving. Door’s unlocked. Good luck.”

With that she drew her coat around her and stepped out into the rain, delicately picking her way around the worst of the mud and water.

I watched her go for a moment, wondering about that last line. It hadn’t sounded sarcastic, exactly, but neither did it sound like a bit of encouragement – quite the opposite actually, and I briefly considered following her away into the night, but the promise of steady pay and the dream of flying propelled me into the front office, closing the door behind me.

 

 

 

 

 

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