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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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Sunday Snippet, February 3, 2019

Skipping a few lines from last week’s snippet of Hedge House, a paranormal/urban fantasy.  Cara and Tamira are discussing Jonas Blackthorn. (Please note, this is still a rough draft.)

“I don’t think there’s anything he could say or do to make me trust him,” Cara said. “Especially since Jacob warned me about him as well.”

“Good,” Tamira said. “You have a good head on your shoulders, and good instincts. But you’re young and he can be very persuasive. And he’s powerful, and like most powerful men, he’s used to getting his own way.”

Cara snorted. “I’m a lawyer. I battle people like him on a daily basis.”

Tamira shook her head, but there was a soft smile on her lips. “Not like him, but I’m glad to hear that you won’t be intimidated by him, or let him pressure you into something you’ll regret.”

Cara was about to ask her what she meant when the door opened again. This time it was Jacob and they both relaxed. His gaze sharpened for a moment and for a few seconds he seemed to soften somehow, then he frowned. “What happened?”

 

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 2-2-2019

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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.

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 snippet comes from the book where Brythel is introduced, and is one of the first instances of him standing up to the people who have been bullying him, especially Andrek.

The cadets are at sparring practice and Draethlen is helping the captains (Kordelm and Wellhym) teach the first forms. (Drae is also a first year cadet but has been there all summer so has had a head start.)

As Draethlen passed Andrek and his partner, Andrek swung his stick at him. Draethlen blocked it easily and dropped into a defensive stance as his training kicked in, his stance balanced and poised, waiting.

“Stand down.”

Draethlen straightened at the words, standing at attention as the captains approached.

“What’s going on?” 

“I’m sorry, sir,” Draethlen said, his voice tight with disappointment in himself. “It won’t happen again.”

“Please, sirs.” Brythel stepped toward them. He was shaking slightly as Wellhym and Kordelm turned to face him, but he stood his ground. “I – I saw what happened, sirs. And it wasn’t Draethlen’s fault. He was walking past them and Andrek swung on him and all he did was block it.”

Wellhym smiled. “Thank you, Brythel,” he said, putting a gentle hand on the boy’s shoulder. “We did see what happened, but it took a great deal of courage for you to come forward.”

 

 

 

 

 

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Wednesday Words #214 (1/30/2019)

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 tree
a promise kept
a book

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

 

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