Sunday Snippet, July 12, 2020

Switching gears to my Camp NaNoWriMo project.  Song and Sight is a sequel to Song and Sword (but true to form, I think there’s another book that has to come between the two of them. Someday I’ll write a series in order, but today is not that day.)

This is from the preface.

Nisham shivered and pulled the threadbare blanket more tightly around his thin body – not that it did any good. He was always cold, always hungry. He couldn’t remember a time when he wasn’t.

The cavern was lit by a single candle that did little to dispel the darkness and nothing to dispel the dampness. He stared at it, not really seeing it, his mind wandering as he half dozed, sleep being the only escape he had from the Pens – and from the cold and hunger that were his perpetual companions.

“Freedom,” a voice whispered. “Freedom is coming.”

“Freedom is coming,” he replied and the sound of his own voice startled him into wakefulness.

“What did you say? Speak up, boy.”

This time his shiver had little to do with the cold.

 

 

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Rainbow Snippet for 7-11-2020

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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.

“Is there a problem, Miss Victoria?” James asked as we reached the edge of the crowd.

“Yes, there’s a problem,” she said. “This.” She shook the newspaper she was holding, the very one that had the article in it about the upcoming demise of the neighborhood. “Where are all these people going to go when they tear down their homes and businesses? Did no one think this through when they made the decision to demolish everything?”

I looked at James, not sure what to make of this side of my employer, who, until now, and been calm and relaxed, with a sense of humor and fun lurking just beneath the surface. He gave me a long suffering look which lead me to believe that this was something I’d just have to get used to about her.

Thrusting the paper at one of the men near her she joined the two of us. “Something needs to be done,” she said, and even I could identify the stubborn tone of voice and set of her jaw.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Wednesday Words #289 (7/8/2020)

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!

You find a suitcase outside your front door.

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

 

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Rainbow Snippet for 7-4-2020

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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.

Miss Madison was waiting for us, surrounded by a small crowd of locals.

The sight made my stomach clench a bit and I felt my muscles tense up; the crowd seemed a bit agitated

I glanced at James, who, being a good deal taller than I am, had a chance to perhaps see above the press of people around our employer. He seemed at ease with the situation and I tried to relax and follow his lead.

As we neared we could hear voices, angry and up in arms, with Miss Victoria’s voice soothing and calm, trying to put their fears – for that’s what I was hearing, I realized – to rest.

“Is there a problem, Miss Victoria?” James asked as we reached the edge of the crowd.

They parted a bit when they noticed us and I could see Miss Madison; she was unharmed but looked angry.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Wednesday Words #288 (7/1/2020)

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!

the neighbors are fighting
a bird
a flag

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

 

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Sunday Snippet, June 28, 2020

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

This follows from last week’s snippet.

Kendra watched him for a moment; his back was stiff and he was closed in on himself, his revelation seemed to have startled him as much as it did her. That would explain why he knew so much… she frowned, trying to piece together bits of information..

“We go?” Jopie asked, bringing her out of her thoughts. Veren’s statement seemed to have reassured him about going into the city – if Veren had lived in Shack Town and now lived in the city, then he could go there too.

“Yes, let’s go.” She turned and started after Veren, who was waiting for them at the top of the hill.

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 6-27-2020

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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.

 

“Will she be all right back there with the carriage? This isn’t safest neighborhood.”

“She’ll be fine,” he assured me. “She can hold her own and we’re not so far away that we can’t get there to help her if we’re needed.”

It didn’t take us long to get my sodden belongings gathered up into soggy bundles;  the couple of pots and pans and few dishes and such that I owned were wrapped up in them as well. My other belongings – a few books and pictures – had been spared the worst of it so I took off my coat to wrap them in for the trip to the carriage where Miss Victoria was waiting for us, surrounded by a small crowd of locals.

The sight made my stomach clench a bit and I felt my muscles tense up; the crowd seemed a bit agitated.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Wednesday Words #287 (6/24/2020)

Apologies! I somehow messed up scheduling this so it’s a day late and a dollar short. (And, yes, I changed the prompt I originally had planned to match that.)

 

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 day late and a dollar short.

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

 

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Sunday Snippet, June 21, 2020

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

This follows from last week’s snippet.

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.”

“The more I learn about the city the more I like the wilds,” she muttered.

“Not from city?” Jopie asked. He had thought she seemed different…

“No,” Kestra replied. “I’m not from the city. I live in the Wilds.”

“Take me?” he pleaded, half reaching out to her.

“I was just waiting for you to ask,” she smiled, reaching out to touch his arm.

He flinched away, then relaxed at the gentleness of her hand. He’s been beaten, she thought, her heart falling.

As if reading her mind, Veren murmured softly, “People in Shack Town don’t talk to each other and don’t touch each other, unless it’s to fight or rape. It’s a culture of isolation and violence.”

“That must be lonely,” she murmured, and they both nodded. 

She glanced up at Veren, who shrugged. “I lived here for a while.” He said no more, merely turned and continued on his way up the hill. Even so, it was more than anyone else knew about him, except Gundrin.

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 6-20-2020

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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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