Monthly Archives: May 2020

Rainbow Snippet for 5-9-2020

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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 that “Steampunk Thing.” The first draft isn’t done yet and I’m hoping that this will keep me motivated to keep at it.

This picks up from last week.

 

Did we come this way last night?” I asked, puzzled.

James shook his head. “We’re not going directly to the warehouse,” he said. “Miss Victoria wanted to get you home so you could change first.”

“I could have walked,” I protested. “She didn’t need to put you or herself to such bother.”

“It’s no bother. Truth be told, I don’t have much to do most days so it’s good to have an excuse to get out and about. Mr. Madison the Elder doesn’t go out at all anymore, so unless I’m sent on an errand I don’t do much but take Miss Victoria back and forth to the warehouse.”

I nodded. Truth be told, I was grateful for the lift but a bit embarrassed for anyone to see where I lived, which was an objection I couldn’t really give voice to. Not that it mattered, I supposed; I’d already told her what neighborhood I lived in so I’m sure she knew it wasn’t anything remotely on a par with her home. But still, I was pretty sure it was going to be a shock to her.

And besides that, I didn’t want her to think less of me, not that it should have mattered; I was just someone she’d hired to help her with her air ship. Still, I had a strange mix of feelings about her. Nothing romantic: even though she wasn’t a Classist she was still way out of my league, but… strange. I wanted to protect her and I wanted her to like me, to think well of me. I frowned to myself. I almost felt like I wanted her to just be my friend. That was an odd concept and I turned it over in my mind, so lost in the thought of it that James had to shake me to get my attention.

 

 

 

 

 

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Wednesday Words #280 (5/6/2020)

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 late season snowstorm
an open can
a cure

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

 

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Sunday Snippet, May3, 2020

More from the untitled WiP that I’ve been posting from.

This follows from last week’s snippet.

“Here.” Veren appeared at her side and handed her a round hard cake. “Give him this. It’s a travel ration.”

She broke off a small piece and ate it, showing the boy that it was safe. As she chewed, she handed the rest of it to the boy who hesitated for a moment and then snatched it from her hand, huddling away from her protectively. She smiled. “It’s all right,” she assured him. “It’s yours.” He took a bite then stuffed the rest into a pocket. “Eat,” she urged him. “You must be starving. We’ll take you to get more food.”

She stood up and took a step backward, offering her hand again. This time he climbed warily to his feet, towering over her even as he cowered away from her.

He was still eyeing them warily but she could feel him wanting to trust, and she relaxed; he would come around on his own, it was best not to push him.

She joined Veren at the entrance to the alley, and looked up at him questioningly. 

 

 

An overly long blurb:

Magic had reasserted itself. Banished for millennia, it could no longer be contained and erupted, bursting forth with a surge of power that had never been known before, and which, mercifully, has not been repeated since.

Unfortunately, no one believed in magic anymore, so no one knew what to do with it, not even those most directly affected: not those who had mutated overnight into creatures of legend, not those born as something other than human, not those who retained human but found themselves touched in other ways, with special powers and abilities.

Almost no one.

There were a few. A few who had held on to dreams and understandings, who believed in the things that others called fantasy. These few took roles as adepts, as teachers and counselors, leading the way into the new age.

There were some, of course, who rejected the changes. They persecuted the Abominations, as they called them, they drove them out of the cities and into the wilds.

And, gradually, a balance was achieved.

Sort of.

Outside the cities, in the wilds, there arose villages, their inhabitants, human and non, living together in peace and harmony with each other and with the natural world that was feared by the city dwellers.

In the cities, Tech ruled. But magic, or, rather, magic power, was not forgotten, nor entirely abandoned, and Temples grew, their priests (who had no power of their own) seeking Power, seeking to harness it for their own ends.

But also in the cities, magic remained.

Humans were still born with special abilities, special senses. They learned not to talk about them, not to reveal that they were “different” – if they did, they were ostracized, driven out away from the general population. 

Veren was one such human.

Mutants were still born each year, but in smaller numbers than during the Awakening. Some infants were killed by their parents, and some were hidden away for a few years, abandoned when their differences could no longer be hidden. 

Jopie was one such child.

And in the wilds, humans and mutants continued to live in harmony, and to practice magic. But occasionally one would be born with a wild talent, something strong and different than what was normal for their village. They felt isolated, because there was no one to help them understand their gift. Some were driven mad by the visions they saw, others went in search of help when the visions became too much to handle.

Kestra was one such person.

 (Yeah, I know it’s too long. But the book is a long way from being finished so I have lots of time to work on it.)

 

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Rainbow Snippet for 5-2-2020

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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 that “Steampunk Thing.” The first draft isn’t done yet and I’m hoping that this will keep me motivated to keep at it.

This picks up from last week.

For all that I was in a strange place, I slept well that night. It was warmer than my shack, and the bed far softer than my own. Still, I woke early, not wanting to appear to be a lay-about, and, if truth be told, eager to start my new job.

Breakfast was warm porridge, sausages, and toast with jam, with Miss Madison joining us in the servants’ hall.

Afterward, James brought the coach around and I joined him in the driver’s box as Miss Madison entered the carriage and we were off.

The day was cold but bright and the horse trotted smartly through the streets. I hadn’t been able to see much the night before but it felt like we were heading in a different direction.

“Did we come this way last night?” I asked, puzzled.

 

 

 

 

 

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