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Sunday Snippet, January 26, 2020

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

This follows from last week’s snippet.

He wasn’t quite sure how to phrase this next question. “And… mutants?” he asked hesitantly. “We’ve heard that you all live together out there.” He flushed; that hadn’t come out as he’d intended. “I mean, that you don’t separate yourselves, that you… that you are equals.” He half held his breath, hoping she wasn’t offended by the question or didn’t think that he was prejudiced. 

She tilted her head slightly, thinking over what he’d just said, looking for the real question behind the words. “Yes,” she said finally. “We live and work together in the same villages. We’ve learned to judge people by actions, not looks.”

He relaxed visibly and she smiled. “I think that answers at least one of my questions about the city,” she said and he raised an eyebrow. “We have stories too, you know. One of them is that humans don’t interact with the other races.”

 

I thought maybe I should post a bit of an explanation/blurb in progress for you to give you some sort of idea about the world I’m playing in for this:

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 1-25-2020

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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.

(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, with Danny being introduced to his employer’s bodyguards.

The English mastiff rose and approached me, his great head nearly level with my chest and for a moment I had an uneasy vision of him ripping my heart out. Instead, he pressed his nose against me and took a deep breath, getting to know my scent.

“They won’t hurt you.” Her voice was tinged with amusement. “If they’d thought you were a threat you wouldn’t be standing here now.”

Moderately reassured I cautiously reached out and scratched behind his ears and was rewarded with slobbery tongue against my face.

 

 

 

 

 

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Wednesday Words #265 (1/22/2020)

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 rebel
a clock
a pillow

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

 

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Sunday Snippet, January 19, 2020

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

This follows from last week’s snippet.

“What’s it like?”

“What’s what like?”

 “The Wilds. We hear tales, but I don’t think I believe most of them.”

“What sort of tales?” She was curious about what the city dwellers knew about the Wilds.

He shrugged, embarrassed. “They say that there are all sorts of wild animals out there that are dangerous killers and will rip a man to pieces, even an armed man. And poisonous plants. And that even the water is poisonous.”

Kestra smiled. “There are wild animals, but most are afraid of people. Attacks are rare, and usually caused by something the person did. As for plants, there are some that will make your skin blister and itch if you touch them, and some that will make you ill if you eat their fruit. There are a few – very few – that are deadly. And as for water, we hear the same things about the water in the city. Some of it isn’t safe to drink, but mostly it just makes you sick and won’t kill you, although you may wish you were dead until it gets out of your system.

 

I thought maybe I should post a bit of an explanation/blurb in progress for you to give you some sort of idea about the world I’m playing in for this:

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 1-18-2020

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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.

(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.

“…Aren’t you worried about working here all alone?”

“Who said I was alone?” Humor danced in her eyes. “Boys,” she called softly, and a moment later two large dogs appeared in the doorway to the warehouse. “Come meet Mr. McKelvy, boys,” she said, rising.

I scrambled to my feet as well – it wouldn’t do for a gentleman – or any man with any manners – to remain seated whilst a lady stood – never taking my eyes from the dogs. One was an English mastiff; his dark brindle coat would have made him difficult to notice in the shadowed corner of the warehouse even if my attention hadn’t been drawn to the airship. The other was an Irish wolfhound, so dark grey as to be nearly black.

They approached calmly and sat at a hand signal from their owner. “Roger, come say hello.”

 

 

 

 

 

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Wednesday Words #264 (1/15/2020)

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 game
a winged cat
a foreign language

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

 

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Sunday Snippet, January 12, 2020

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

Anyhow…

This follows from last week’s snippet.

She looked up when he [Veren] opened the door and stepped back into the kitchen and he smiled, taking his first good look at her: large dark eyes, brown hair escaping from her braid to frame her face, a slight figure, almost fragile looking. “Gundrin will be joining us shortly. He’s very eager to talk to you.”

“I didn’t think that I was that exciting.” She seemed a bit uneasy and he wondered if anyone else had come in while he was gone.

“We don’t get many visitors here, especially not from the Wilds.” He crossed the room and sat down across from her. “What’s it like?”

“What’s what like?”

“The Wilds. We hear tales, but I don’t think I believe most of them.”

“What sort of tales?” She was curious about what the city dwellers knew about the Wilds.

 

I thought maybe I should post a bit of an explanation/blurb in progress for you to give you some sort of idea about the world I’m playing in for this:

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.)

 

Find more great reading
at the Sunday Snippet group.

 

 

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Rainbow Snippet for 1-11-2020

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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.

(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.

“Are you free to start tomorrow morning?”

“Yes, Ma’am. Just tell me what time you want me to be here.”

“I’m not a stickler for time, Mr. McKelvy, just for quality. I’m usually here so come in any time and just call out and I’ll show you what needs to be done. I’ll get you a key to the office and once you know what to work on, just come in and start.”

I frowned slightly and she cocked her head. “Is something wrong?”

“No, ma’am, just…” I took a deep breath, wondering how it was that I felt so protective of her, having just met her and all. “The docks aren’t necessarily the safest place for a woman, especially after dark. Aren’t you worried about working here all alone?”

 

 

 

 

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Wednesday Words #263 (1/8/2020)

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 new beginning
a plan
resentment

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

 

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Sunday Snippet, January 5, 2020

The good news is I found a cable for my external hard drive. (Or, rather, a friend of mine did. I told him what I needed and asked what to use as a search term to find it; he had me take a picture of the port on the hard drive and told me what it was. Before I could type “You’re awesome!” he’d sent me the link to it on Amazon.

The bad news is that there was nothing of note on there at all so I’m back to square one (or maybe zero) regarding the rest of what I have written. But I’ll keep looking. I know it’s somewhere!

Anyhow…

This follows from last week’s snippet.

“Please, can you help her?”

Gundrin nodded. “Go back to her and stay with her. I will join you in a few minutes.” Veren hesitated and he smiled. “It will be all right. For both of you.”

Veren let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. “Thank you.” He turned and made his way back to the kitchen, relieved. And scared by what he was doing. If they found out it meant death, or worse.

For all of them

 

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