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Sunday Snippet, November 10, 2019

I’ve been having trouble deciding what to post for snippets this month. I don’t want to do ones from my NaNoWriMo project because I’m already snipping from it for Rainbow Snippets. So, I started poking around my files looking at WiPs and starts and whatnots and decided to post a start from a different project each week. Most of these won’t have much more (if any) other than what is posted, but it’s kind of fun to drag stuff out and dust off the cobwebs and take a fresh look at it.

This week’s excerpt actually has a title associated with it: The Jewel of Elin. (This is very rough and that last sentence is a grammatical nightmare.)

“Well?” Semer’s eyes glittered with avarice. “Give it to me.”

“I don’t have it.”

Avarice was replaced by fury. “Failure is not an option.”

His guards started forward, drawing their weapons.

“I haven’t failed. I just haven’t succeeded yet.” I ignored his guards and turned my attention to Livaren, my chief rival. “It was not where I was told it would be. Maybe if I’d had better information about the gem’s whereabouts you would have your precious bauble.”

“I…” Livaren sputtered, not knowing what to say.

“Poor information is no excuse. You were not to return without the Elin Stone.”

I turned my gaze back to Semer. “The word on the streets is that it is no longer in the Tarums’ mansion. Apparently someone else got it first. Someone who knew where it was. Someone,” I paused, looking back at Livaren, “who perhaps wants it for himself.”

I reached into Livaren’s coat pocket and drew forth the gem I’d been sent to steal: the Jewel of Elin, the largest green diamond ever found, said to be possessed of great power, and great evil.

“I… I didn’t… I don’t know how that got there!” Livaren was sweating, pleading for his life as Semer’s guards advanced on him.

I smiled and turned away as my rival’s blood spilled onto the floor.

He didn’t know how the gem got into his pocket, but I did.

After all, I didn’t say “I didn’t get it” I said, “I didn’t have it.”

 

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Rainbow Snippet for 11-9-2019

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I’m gearing up for NaNoWriMo next month and have almost definitely decided that I will most likely probably be working on my “Steampunk thing.”  So, since I’m looking over what I have written of it (less than 2000 words) I thought I’d post bits from it to help me stay focused on it.

(Apologies for any language usage that’s anachronistic. I’ll deal with that once the first draft is done.)

This picks up from last week.

It felt good to be out of the rain and into someplace warm, so I spent a moment looking around, not that there was much to see. It was a small room, not much in it but a desk and chair, but it was well lit from numerous lamps, and a small fire glowed in the fireplace.

Taking a deep breath and strengthening my resolve, I knocked on the door the departing woman had pointed to and then opened it and stepped into the warehouse.

I knew from the outside that the building was large, taking up the entire block, but the vastness of the space didn’t really hit me until I was inside, my attention riveted on the scaffolding in the center of the room.  The scaffolding supported a ship and I briefly wondered how it had been moved here from the water or if it had been built here, but then my gaze drifted upward and my breath caught at the sight of the great dirigible hanging above it.

 

 

 

 

 

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Sunday Snippet, November 3, 2019

This follows from last week’s post and is likely to be the last snippet from this story until I get more written, but since it’s not my NaNoWriMo project and has been on a back burner for over a year, that’s likely to be a while.

(A bit more background about this story. It was started to go along with a D20tabletop RPG that a friend was creating.  I have no idea where his project currently stands; I should probably ask him.)

“And don’t expect to get paid for today.”

“Well, at least he didn’t fire you,” Ozell said helpfully.

“I almost wish he had – then he could collect his own jellyfish tentacles.”

“You’ll find more than jellyfish tentacles tomorrow,” Ozell said cheerfully. “Oh, yes, you will. And maybe you’ll need that potion you didn’t make.” 

“Pfft! You know I’m not interested in that.”

“Sez you!”

She ignored him and pondered what to do with the contents of the cauldron, finally deciding to just move it off of the fire to cool and let Tuiee deal with it. After all, if she wasn’t getting paid, she wasn’t going to do any extra work. Besides, he seemed interested in finding out what it did, and if she dumped it and it held any value he would not be happy, especially since they didn’t know how to recreate it.

With that accomplished she crossed the rest of the small lot behind Tuiee’s shop and vaulted over the low fence at the back.

“Hey! Where you going?” he shouted after her.

“If I’m not getting paid I’m going home,” she called back and people poked their noses out to see what was going on.

“You’re fired!” he shouted.

“Good! Go get your own tentacles!” she retorted as everyone returned to whatever they had been doing: the disturbance had been nothing more than Tuiee firing Chollee – again.

 

 

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Rainbow Snippet for 11-2-2019

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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.

I’m gearing up for NaNoWriMo next month and have almost definitely decided that I will most likely probably be working on my “Steampunk thing.”  So, since I’m looking over what I have written of it (less than 2000 words) I thought I’d post bits from it to help me stay focused on it.

(Apologies for any language usage that’s anachronistic. I’ll deal with that once the first draft is done.)

This picks up from last week.

“I’m looking for one V.R. Madison. I want to apply for the position advertised in today’s paper.”

“In there.” She pointed into the room behind her. “I’m leaving. Door’s unlocked. Good luck.”

With that she drew her coat around her and stepped out into the rain, delicately picking her way around the worst of the mud and water.

I watched her go for a moment, wondering about that last line. It hadn’t sounded sarcastic, exactly, but neither did it sound like a bit of encouragement – quite the opposite actually, and I briefly considered following her away into the night, but the promise of steady pay and the dream of flying propelled me into the front office, closing the door behind me.

 

 

 

 

 

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Sunday Snippet, October 27, 2019

This follows from last week’s post. (The love potion in question ate away at some stones.)

(A bit more background about this story. It was started to go along with a D20tabletop RPG that a friend was creating. It’s currently on a back burner but he told me to go ahead and have fun with it.

A word about the characters. Their race was described to me as “Jamaican rat people.” Okay, well, not quite in those words. I kind of picture them sort of like Splinter from Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, but with a Jamaican culture.

“What did you put in this, you little fleabite?”

“Only what you gave me to put in it,” she retorted.

“Hm.” He held the vial up to the sun and squinted through it. “Some sort of poison, I think,” he muttered, talking more to himself than her. Stoop shouldered, with a muzzle gone gray and whiskers that were nearly translucent, his watery eyes were still sharp. “Bah! This is no good! I sell this in my shop I go to jail!” He glared at her for a moment, then shook his head. “Only what I gave you to put in it?”

She nodded.

He took the spoon from her and sniffed it then carefully poked the little bit of liquid on it with one claw, then sniffed that and cautiously licked it, only to spit it out again. “This is going to take some time,” he said. “But I think the jellyfish tentacles were too old.” He glared at her as if trying to blame her for the lack, then glanced at the sky. “It’s going to storm tonight,” he said, apparently at random. “In the morning, take some buckets and collect new jellyfish tentacles and try again tomorrow. Don’t get stung.” He turned and started back toward the rear door of his shop. “And don’t expect to get paid for today.”

 

 

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Rainbow Snippet for 10-26-2019

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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 gearing up for NaNoWriMo next month and have almost definitely decided that I will most likely probably be working on my “Steampunk thing.”  So, since I’m looking over what I have written of it (less than 2000 words) I thought I’d post bits from it to help me stay focused on it.

(Apologies for any language usage that’s anachronistic. I’ll deal with that once the first draft is done.)

This picks up from last week.

So there I was, standing in front of a warehouse near the docks, dressed in my Sunday best – which wasn’t all that good, if truth be told – staring at the door, the letter from Widow Cooper tucked inside my suit coat, trying to gather my courage to ring the doorbell.

I tucked the clipping into my pocket and was just reaching out to press the button when the door opened, spilling light out into the gloom of the late evening.

A woman stood in the doorway, gazing at me with clear disdain.

“Is there something I can do for you?”

Not the warmest greeting I’d ever had, but I didn’t have the luxury of being picky.

 

 

 

 

 

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Sunday Snippet, October 20, 2019

This follows from last week’s post. (The love potion in question ate away at some stones.)

(A bit more background about this story. It was started to go along with a D20tabletop RPG that a friend was creating.  I have no idea where his project currently stands; I should probably ask him.)

“Keep on believing it,” Ozell said. “Things are going to change and you’ll need him someday.”

She stopped and looked up at the spirit, but Ozell had chosen to be invisible. “Are you being prophetic or annoying?” she asked.

“Yes,” he replied smugly and she swung the spoon at him before stabbing it viciously back into the contents of the cauldron, now including him in her litany of people, places, and things to be cursed.

“So, how is my little sweetheart doing with the love potion?” another voice – this one corporeal – asked. “Is it ready for the two of us to sample, eh?” 

She stopped stirring as Tuiee approached and looked into the cauldron. He frowned and drew a glass vial from a pocked of his robe and carefully dipped some of the liquid out. “This is no love potion,” he said, studying it. “What did you put in this, you little fleabite?”

 

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Rainbow Snippet for 10-19-2019

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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 gearing up for NaNoWriMo next month and have almost definitely decided that I will most likely probably be working on my “Steampunk thing.”  So, since I’m looking over what I have written of it (less than 2000 words) I thought I’d post bits from it to help me stay focused on it.

(Apologies for any language usage that’s anachronistic. I’ll deal with that once the first draft is done.)

This picks up from last week which ended with: Puzzled and curious, I looked down at the newspaper clipping.

Inventor seeks general laborer to assist with flying ship. Carpentry skills required. Will train for other duties. Pay: 10s/week. Apply in person to V.R. Madison, 135 Pearl Place.

……

It wasn’t a fit night for man nor beast. It was cold and dark and getting colder and darker. And wetter. The fog from the snow melt was bad enough, but the all day drizzle had turned into a good downpour and the wind lashed rain that was just a hair above freezing.

Ordinarily I would have been holed up in the ramshackle shanty that passes for my home, trying to stay dry – or at least no more than damp – but the words “flying ship” had sent a jolt of excitement through me. Widow Cooper had been right; ever since I had seen my first airship as a wee lad I’d dreamed of being aboard one of the great flying ships that occasionally flew over the city or moored at the docks. V.R. Madison was only advertising for general construction help, but maybe, just maybe, there might be a crew position available, and I was going to do my level best to fill it.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Sunday Snippet, October 13, 2019

This follows from last week’s post. (The love potion in question ate away at some stones.)

(A bit more background about this story. It was started to go along with a D20tabletop RPG that a friend was creating.  I have no idea where his project currently stands; I should probably ask him.)

 

“Now, now. What’s Tuiee going to say when he sees what his love potion does, hm?”

Chollee snorted. “As if I care what that fat no-talent shopkeeper has to say!”

“Ooooh… he’s going to fire you!”

She shrugged. “He fires me every week.”

“And you keep working.”

“He pays well. And he needs me.” 

The truth was, Tuiee had always been very good to her, and she truly did love the old man, even though she seriously doubted his stories of being a grand wizard. 

“Keep on believing it,” Ozell said. “Things are going to change and you’ll need him someday.”

 

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Rainbow Snippet for 10-12-2019

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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 gearing up for NaNoWriMo next month and have almost definitely decided that I will most likely probably be working on my “Steampunk thing.”  So, since I’m looking over what I have written of it (less than 2000 words) I thought I’d post bits from it to help me stay focused on it.

(Apologies for any language usage that’s anachronistic. I’ll deal with that once the first draft is done.)

This picks up from last week.

“I’m afraid I can’t pay you much,” she’d apologized as she always did. “But I have written you a letter of introduction and recommendation.”

I might not be able to spend those letters but they were good for starting a fire, but today there was something different about the envelope that she handed me.

The envelope was of fine heavy stationery instead of the more common writing paper that she normally used for the letters she gave me, and it bore a wax seal with an imprint from a signet ring. In addition there was a clipping from The Daily Mail. “I remember you telling me once that your greatest dream was to fly. I hope this helps you realize that dream.”

Puzzled and curious, I looked down at the newspaper clipping.

 

 

 

 

 

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