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Rainbow Snippet for 6-20-2020

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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.

Skipping a couple of paragraphs from last week.

James stopped talking and let out a low whistle when he saw my shanty – or what was left of it. “I say, that wind really did a number on your home. But it might have done you a favor, what with this whole neighborhood scheduled to be torn down.”

“I hadn’t thought of it that way,” I admitted. “But you’re right. This place wasn’t all that much. It’s not even supposed to be here, but I didn’t like the idea of paying rent for a place not much better than this and a lot more crowded with neighbors, so I just took over this dead end alley and cobbled together a place of my own out of whatever I could salvage.”

James chuckled. “Miss Victoria would approve. She’s a no frills type of person, likes things basic and practical. She’s very forthright. Speaks her mind and you’ll always know where you stand with her.”

“You and the others all seem to be rather fond of her.”

“We are. She treats us well, as do her grandfather and the younger Mr. Madison. Of course, her grandfather’s not up to much these days. This winter has been hard on him.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Wednesday Words #286 (6/17/2020)

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 feud
a family dinner
a bugle

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

 

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Sunday Snippet, June 14, 2020

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

This follows from last week’s snippet.

“Kendra. Veren.” He practiced their names, then looked at them, his brown eyes holding a glimmer of hope for the first time, then he looked up at the city and shook his head, fear returning. “No go there,” he said, breathing rapidly. “Bad.”

Kendra frowned, puzzled, and glanced at Veren to see if he understood, then reached out to see if she could sense anything, but everything here felt “bad” to her. 

“It’s all right,” Veren soothed. “You can go there. You’re with us.” Kendra looked up at him, more puzzled than before. “People from Shack Town don’t venture into the city much,” he explained. “Maybe raid the outskirts now and then, but that’s it. The City Guard doesn’t care much about ‘border skirmishes’ as long as they stay on the edges, but the people that live up there will attack if they see Shackers in their territory.”

 

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 6-13-2020

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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.

I opened my mouth to speak but closed it again. The only words I could think of were “Bloody Hell” and that wasn’t something to say in front of a lady, even if she hadn’t been my employer.

I handed the newspaper back to her, my mind still numb.

James set the brake on the carriage and stepped down from the driver’s seat. “Come on,” he said, turning me around. “I’ll help you get your things gathered up.”

“That… that won’t be necessary,” I said. “I don’t have all that much.”

But he was already walking with me before I was even aware that we were moving.

“It’s all right,” he said quietly as we stepped out of hearing range. “I grew up in a place not too different than this. I know how it is.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Wednesday Words #285 (6/10/2020)

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!

nagging
an auction
an escaped tortoise

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

 

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Sunday Snippet, June 7, 2020

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

This follows from last week’s snippet.

They were at the foot of the hill that led up to the city proper. “Jopie,” a voice said suddenly, and they both turned to stare at the young ogre. “Jopie,” he repeated. “My name.”

Kendra smiled. “Thank you, Jopie. I’m glad to know you.”

Veren bowed. “An honor to meet you, Jopie. I am Veren.”

“Kendra. Veren.” He practiced their names, then looked at them, his brown eyes holding a glimmer of hope for the first time, then he looked up at the city and shook his head, fear returning. “No go there,” he said, breathing rapidly. “Bad.”

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.)

 

Find more great reading
at the Sunday Snippet group.

 

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Rainbow Snippet for 6-6-2020

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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.

“Miss Victoria?”

We both turned to look at James who handed her the newspaper he’d been reading while waiting for me, one finger pointing to the article he was bringing to her attention.

She took the paper from him, frowning as she saw the headline, her expression darkening as she read the article.

“It seems, Mr. McKelvy, that the decision is going to be made for you.” She handed me the paper and I got a sick feeling as I read the headline. My entire neighborhood was due to be torn down.

I opened my mouth to speak but closed it again. The only words I could think of were “Bloody Hell” and that wasn’t something to say in front of a lady, even if she hadn’t been my employer.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Wednesday Words #284 (6/3/2020)

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!

sneaking in late

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

 

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Sunday Snippet, May 31, 2020

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

This follows from last week’s snippet.

“So why didn’t they just come after him directly?”

“If you ever have the misfortune of meeting those of the Temples you’ll understand.” He glanced down at her. “But I’m going to do everything in my power to keep that from happening.” He was vaguely surprised to realize that he meant it, that all thoughts of duty to his Masters at the Temple were gone. He smiled, suddenly feeling free for the first time in his life. No matter what happened, he would not trade this feeling for anything in the world.

 

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.)

 

Find more great reading
at the Sunday Snippet group.

 

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Rainbow Snippet for 5-30-2020

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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.

Miss Madison must have been watching for me to return because she stepped out of the carriage as I reached it, looking at me in concern.

“I thought you were going to change out of your good clothes?”

“My others are a bit wet,” I replied. “Seems the wind took part of my roof off last night and everything got a good soaking. Too bad I didn’t have soap on them, my laundry would be done.”

She laughed at my feeble attempt at a joke but sobered quickly. “There’s an extra store room at the warehouse that’s not being used for anything,” she said. “If you’d like we can fix it up as a sleeping room for you. It’s not much, but it will be warm and dry, and you won’t need to be out in the weather to get to and from work.”

I hesitated. It was a generous offer to be sure, but I did have me pride, after all. Then again, my shanty wouldn’t be livable again for several days, not until I’d had a chance to scrounge up some scrap lumber and patch up my roof, which was mostly patches anyhow. The whole place wasn’t exactly legal. I’d just cobbled it together out of bits and pieces, using the dead end of the alley as a back wall.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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