Sunday Snippet, March 31, 2019

More from Hedge House, a paranormal/urban fantasy that I hope to have out later this year.

Cara has just finished a meeting with Harry Rupert, the attorney handling her grandmother’s estate and is discussing things with Jacob.  This follows directly from last week’s snippet.

 

“The why is probably in your case,” he said, nodding toward the briefcase on her lap. “As for how… That’s something we’re still working on.”

“We… You and Tamira?”

He nodded.

“Jacob, what is going on? I feel like there are things happening that I’m a part of but don’t know about.”

“There are,” he admitted. “But it’s all right. You’re safe.”

“Safe from what?” Tamira’s words about Jonas came racing back through her mind.   

He made no answer.

“Jonas?” she ventured. “But how?” She shook her head. “This is nuts. There’s no way he could be responsible for an attack of yellow jackets.”

“Of course not,” Jacob agreed. “No more than he can be responsible for a heart attack.”  

 

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

 

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Rainbow Snippet for 3-30-2019

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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.

Picking up from last week’s snippet from a neglected WiP. The boys have been stranded on a deserted street in a winter storm, turned away by a church shelter because they’re gay.  They’ve been rescued by a woman across the street who has bustled them off to a shower.  This is unedited, so in the words of our fearless leader, “Squint.”

 

“What do you think, Tommy?” Alex asked after she had left them. 

Tommy didn’t answer for a moment, focusing on breathing without coughing as he took off his sweatshirt.

“I think she’s right. I think we’re safe here. At least for now.” He sighed and sat down on a bench. “At least for tonight we have someplace warm to be, and where we can maybe be together.”

Alex nodded and sat down to take his sneakers off.

“I wonder why he sent us there? I mean, he must have known what he was like. He said it was his church, the one he goes to.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Wednesday Words #222 (3/27/2019)

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 cat
a sock
a hot meal

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

 

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Sunday Snippet, March 24, 2019

More from Hedge House, a paranormal/urban fantasy that I hope to have out later this year.

Cara has just finished a meeting with Harry Rupert, the attorney handling her grandmother’s estate and is discussing things with Jacob. This follows directly from last week’s snippet.

 

Cara fell silent, thinking about his answer. The day her letter came, her grandmother had been overjoyed, telling everyone that she wanted to come for a visit. Belle had died that night, and the next day, the one person who knew what was in Belle’s will had nearly died. Something cold ran up her spine and filled her blood vessels with ice.

“Jacob…”

The old man shook his head. “Seems a bit of a coincidence, doesn’t it?”

She couldn’t answer around the dead feeling in her throat.

“It’s all right,” he soothed.  “She is going to be all right.”

“But why…? And how…?”

 

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

 

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Rainbow Snippet for 3-23-2019

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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.

Picking up from last week’s snippet from a neglected WiP. The boys have been stranded on a deserted street in a winter storm, turned away by a church shelter because they’re gay.  They’ve been rescued by a woman across the street. This is unedited, so in the words of our fearless leader, “Squint.”

 

“Come,” she said, beckoning for them to follow. “You can tell me your story later but for now let’s get you a hot shower and some clean dry clothes.”

They followed her down a set of stairs into a finished basement. 

“Showers,” she said, pointing. “You’ll find everything you need in the locker room. And in here,” she opened a door, “are clothes. Help yourselves. Just throw your wet things in the hamper — I’ll do laundry later or in the morning. Come upstairs when you’re done.” She turned to them and smiled. “You are safe here,” she assured them.

“What do you think, Tommy?” Alex asked after she had left them. 

 

 

 

 

 

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Wednesday Words #221 (3/20/2019)

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:

an apple core
a barking dog
new curtains

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

 

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Sunday Snippet, March 17, 2019

More from Hedge House, a paranormal/urban fantasy that I hope to have out later this year.

Cara has just finished a meeting with Harry Rupert, the attorney handling her grandmother’s estate. This follows directly from last week’s snippet.

 

“Jacob, do you know what happened to my grandmother’s attorney? The one who drew up the papers?”

Jacob nodded as he put the truck in gear and pulled out onto the main street. “She’s in a coma. Freak accident – ran over a nest of yellow jackets while mowing and got stung multiple times and had an allergic reaction. She almost died and is still in ICU.”

Something in his voice made Cara doubt the truth of the story. Not of his words, but of the story he was relating, and she raised an eyebrow.

Jacob shrugged. 

“When did it happen?”

“The day after your letter came.”

 

 

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 3-16-2019

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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.

Picking up from last week’s snippet from a neglected WiP. The boys have been stranded on a deserted street in a winter storm, turned away by a church shelter because they’re gay.  This is unedited, so in the words of our fearless leader, “Squint.”

 

“Over here, boys.”

It was a woman’s voice, nearly inaudible against the howl of the wind.

Alex looked toward the sound. A rectangle of light spilled from an open doorway silhouetting a figure standing there, motioning for them to come.

“Tommy?”

He shrugged. “We don’t have much choice.”

The woman ushered them through the door, closing it behind them and they breathed a sigh of relief at being out of the wind. 

“My name is Kamrin, but you can call me Kam,” she said, helping them out of their jackets – their fingers were too numb to work the zippers. She hung the jackets on hooks next to the door and they got their first good look at her. Long dark auburn hair flowed down to the small of her back, more or less restrained by a headband set with a clear green stone that matched her eyes. She was maybe five feet tall, soft-bodied, but not fat, and there was an air of confidence and competency about her that was somehow reassuring and unnerving at the same time. 

 

 

 

 

 

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Wednesday Words #220 (3/13/2019)

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 four leafed clover
a betrayal
a portrait

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

 

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Sunday Snippet, March 10, 2019

More from Hedge House, a paranormal/urban fantasy that I hope to have out later this year.

Cara is in Harry Rupert’s office – he’s the attorney handling her grandmother’s estate. He has just finished going over the will with her. This follows directly from last week’s snippet.

 

“I don’t sign anything unless I’ve read it and know what I’m signing.” She smiled. “I’m sure you advise your clients to read before signing as well?”

“Well, yes, but that’s if they’re signing something from someone they don’t know. I’m a lawyer –”

“As am I.” Cara rose and held his gaze. “And I am not going to sign anything unless I have read it and compared it to the original document.” She paused. “I know you are a lawyer, Mr. Rupert. I also know that you are not the lawyer that originally drew up my grandmother’s will. That, I believe, was Kim Jamison, who is no longer with your firm?”

The man stared at her, his mouth open. 

Cara’s smile was cold. “Should I find any discrepancies between these papers and the originals in my grandmother’s safe, I will contact the Bar and they will be in contact with you. Good day, Mr. Rupert.”

 

Cara climbed into the truck and slammed the door. Jacob gave her a questioning look as he started the engine.

“I don’t trust him,” she said. “I’m bringing the papers home to read over.” She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Jacob, do you know what happened to my grandmother’s attorney? The one who drew up the papers?”

 

 

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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