Wednesday Words #168 (3/14/2018)

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 friend’s betrayal
a marketplace
a knife

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

 

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Sunday Snippet, March 11, 2018

More from Song and Sword.  Dakkas asked Pashevel why he was helping them when he didn’t even know them.

Pashevel shrugged. “You needed help,” he said easily.

“But I’m a Drow!” Dakkas protested. “No one helps a Drow.”

A smile played over Pashevel’s lips as he shrugged. “I help those who have need,” he replied. “As does Marlia.”  

Dakkas shook his head. “I saw the look in your eyes when you realized what I was.”

Pashevel looked down. “I’m sorry,” he said quietly. “That was a knee-jerk reaction, and I apologize for prejudging you.” He looked up, meeting the Drow’s eyes. “Will you forgive me?” 

Dakkas stared at him in disbelief. An Elf apologizing to a Drow? He looked at the hand Pashevel had offered him, and reached for it, grasping the Elf’s forearm, feeling Pashevel’s long slender fingers wrap around his own arm, the touch firm but gentle, mindful of his wounds.

“Now, eat, my friend,” Pashevel said after a moment. “And sleep. And in the morning, call your unicorn.”

Dakkas nodded, slowly releasing his arm and turning his attention to the bowl of stew. The rich meaty taste of it filled him with warmth, and a slow feeling of contentment came over him as he glanced over at the women, both sleeping peacefully.

“I don’t think I can sleep,” he said.

Pashevel chuckled. “Dakkas, my friend, you are about ready to drop.  I’ll be surprised if I don’t look up and find you face down in your soup.”

 

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Blurb:
Pashevel: a simple Elven Bard — and the Crown Prince

Marlia: a Paladin of Arithen, the Elven God of Justice – seeking vengeance for the destruction of her village

Dakkas: heir to the Drow throne — if his father and elder half-brother don’t kill him first

Kashrya: raised among a tribe of nomadic Humans, she is unaware of her true heritage — or of the prophecy that made her mother an outcast

Their goal: build a bridge between the Elves and their outcast brethren, the Drow, reuniting them and undoing the damage caused in a time so far gone that history has become legend and legend has become myth.

But first, they have a problem to solve:  how do you stop a war that hasn’t started?

Available for Kindle at Amazon

and at Smashwords for everything else

 

Find more great reading
at the Sunday Snippet group.

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Rainbow Snippet for 3-10-2018

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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 excerpts from Doll, a little F/f BDSM story that I started back in January of 2014. It’s kind of a UFO (UnFinished Object) that is sort of turning back into a WiP. We’ll see.

“…She doesn’t have a select clientele of men who come to be tied up or whatever. She’s a trainer.”

“A trainer?”

He nodded. “She trains submissives. Either ones that are hoping to find a permanent Dom or ones whose Doms want them to have additional training.”

“So she already has someone in her collar.”

“No,” he replied and my hopes rose again. “She doesn’t have anyone in her collar, nor does she ever plan to.”

“What do you mean?”

He shrugged. “She doesn’t want that kind of commitment. Trying to get what you want – it’s only going to get you hurt and disappointed.”

 

 

 

 

 

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Wednesday Words #167 (3/7/2018)

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 stream
a spiral
a baby bird

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

 

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Sunday Snippet, March 4, 2018

Returning to Song and Sword for a while, until I decide on something else to torture you with and picking up from last week.

Pashevel settled Marlia on her bedroll and then took Kashrya from Dakkas, holding her as he slid from Sonata’s back, noticing the way he moved, the way he leaned against the unicorn for support. “He’s about done in,” Pashevel thought as the Drow reached for Kashrya. Silently he handed her to him, letting him carry her to the blanket he had laid out for her, shaking his head in admiration at the sheer determination that kept him on his feet.

“Come, friend,” Pashevel invited when he had gotten Kashrya settled. “They’ll both sleep now, so let’s get you some real food.”

Dakkas nodded, too weary to argue as he joined Pashevel at the fire. He took the bowl of stew that was offered, the scent making his stomach growl. He paused, looking up at Pashevel. “Why are you doing this?”

The question caught the Bard by surprise. “Doing what?”

“Helping us. Giving us food and shelter and healing. You don’t even know us.”

 

 Song and Sword cover

Blurb:
Pashevel: a simple Elven Bard — and the Crown Prince

Marlia: a Paladin of Arithen, the Elven God of Justice – seeking vengeance for the destruction of her village

Dakkas: heir to the Drow throne — if his father and elder half-brother don’t kill him first

Kashrya: raised among a tribe of nomadic Humans, she is unaware of her true heritage — or of the prophecy that made her mother an outcast

Their goal: build a bridge between the Elves and their outcast brethren, the Drow, reuniting them and undoing the damage caused in a time so far gone that history has become legend and legend has become myth.

But first, they have a problem to solve:  how do you stop a war that hasn’t started?

Available for Kindle at Amazon

and at Smashwords for everything else

 

Find more great reading
at the Sunday Snippet group.

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Rainbow Snippet for 3-3-2018

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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 excerpts from Doll, a little F/f BDSM story that I started back in January of 2014. It’s kind of a UFO (UnFinished Object) that is sort of turning back into a WiP. We’ll see.

“What is so bad about her that you don’t want tell me about her?”

“She’s a Pro Domme.”

I shrugged. “That doesn’t make her a bad person. It just makes her a person who makes a lot of money doing something she enjoys.”

Victor laughed in spite of himself. “Not that kind of pro, though. She doesn’t have a select clientele of men who come to be tied up or whatever. She’s a trainer.”

 

 

 

 

 

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Wednesday Words #166 (2/28/2018)

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 superstition
a birdhouse
a brown pony

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

 

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Sunday Snippet, February 25, 2018

Returning to Song and Sword for a while, until I decide on something else to torture you with and picking up from last week.

“Nevertheless,” Pashevel said, touching Sonata’s horn, “there’s no sense hurting when help is easily had. Come.” He held out a hand to help Dakkas to his feet. “Mount Sonata and I’ll hand Kashrya up to you.”

Dakkas looked at him, startled. “She agreed to carry me?”

Pashevel nodded as he lifted Kashrya. He looked at Dakkas, struck by a sudden thought. “You have a unicorn?” 

Dakkas stood next to Sonata, stroking her neck gently, inhaling the sweet scent of her. “Yes. I – I did, anyhow. I don’t know what’s become of him while I – we…” He could still hear Rebel’s screams and tears filled his eyes.

Sonata swung her head and gently touched Dakkas with her horn, and he felt her permission to mount, felt an assurance that it was all right, that… Startled he took a half step back. “I think she’s trying to tell me that my unicorn is all right, that Rebel is all right…”

 

 Song and Sword cover

Blurb:
Pashevel: a simple Elven Bard — and the Crown Prince

Marlia: a Paladin of Arithen, the Elven God of Justice – seeking vengeance for the destruction of her village

Dakkas: heir to the Drow throne — if his father and elder half-brother don’t kill him first

Kashrya: raised among a tribe of nomadic Humans, she is unaware of her true heritage — or of the prophecy that made her mother an outcast

Their goal: build a bridge between the Elves and their outcast brethren, the Drow, reuniting them and undoing the damage caused in a time so far gone that history has become legend and legend has become myth.

But first, they have a problem to solve:  how do you stop a war that hasn’t started?

Available for Kindle at Amazon

and at Smashwords for everything else

 

Find more great reading
at the Sunday Snippet group.

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Rainbow Snippet for 2-24-2018

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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 excerpts from Doll, a little F/f BDSM story that I started back in January of 2014. It’s kind of a UFO (UnFinished Object) that is sort of turning back into a WiP. We’ll see.

Picking up from last week, and Doll’s memory/flashback to her meeting with the woman with the boots and bullwhip.

“She has that effect on every single submissive that meets her.  Hell, there are even a few Doms that wouldn’t mind submitting to her.”

“You aren’t affected.”

“I’m not a single submissive,” he replied with a wink.

I managed a smile but my gaze still drifted to her.  “Tell me about her.”

“No.  I don’t want to see you get hurt.”

I held his gaze until he gave in.

“Her name is Melisande, but no one calls her anything other than Miss M,” he said with a heavy sigh. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Wednesday Words #165 (2/21/2018)

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 horse
a daughter
a cake

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

 

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