Thursday, November 29, 2012

Flash Fiction Friday 11-30-12

Hi Everyone!
I know I've been out of the loop for quite some time. Missing in action. I have lots of excuse for my absence but as they say, no good reasons. I've missed you all thoroughly.
So pass the paddle, offer me up a good round of disicplinary action and let's get this show on the road.
For those not in the know, Flash Fiction Friday is brought to you by those wild and crazy (but loveable) characters of Will Blog For Sex,  a writing group that meets on Facebook. Each week a photo is presented to spark our imaginations. We are allowed 100 words, no more and no less to tell a story, create a dialogue and capture interest. This week the picture got to me in a different way and I had to share what I saw. Thank you for your patience.
I know this face, this look.
The battle scarred and war weary recognize one of our own.
On the surface, an angry hunger, a desperate desire for change. Naked pain exposed.

“Why me?“
“When will it end?”
“If only…”
“Who cares.“

Hurt, mistrust, exhaustion. Loneliness that feels bigger than a mortal body can hold, surrounding an emptiness nothing can fill.
And fear. Paralyzing. Unable to move forward. Too late to go back. Stuck on the side of the cliff with the tide coming in and no help from above. Rescue won't come.
I know this face. I know Depression, intimately.

Thank you, again for walking down my path a brief while. I'd love to hear what you think, so leave me a comment. And be sure to check out my partners in crime at the links below. See you soon.

J S Morbius:
Naomi Shaw:

Sunday, July 22, 2012

Six Sentence Sunday 7/22/12

Welcome to Six Sentence Sunday!
This is a chance and a space for authors to share with you six sentences from a Work In Progress or newly published book to get your attention.
Think of it as a fishing expedition. We are trying to hook you and this is our bait!

Today I am sharing from my WIP Colorblind. There is a longer excerpt from my first chapter on my home page. Please, go back and check it out too.

Setting the scene: Our leading lady Harmony has just joined her adoptive parents at the breakfast table. The day before she got sick at school and had to be brought home, after the school nurse checked her for maleficient magik and she breathed in too much of the the spell smoke. Ooops.
Colorblind, and therefore magikless, is in for a very big shock this morning, yellow. She is about to experience breakfast in a whole new way.

      Before grabbing a piece of toast from the stack, I cut at my fried eggs with a fork and scream. It’s a blood curdling, hair raising burst of noise.
      What has Sarah done to my breakfast?                                             
      I jump up from my seat pointing. Sarah turns from the fridge startled, with a glass in her hand; I scream again.
      What is in the damn glass and why is it coming out of my eggs, too?

Want to know what else happens? See you next Sunday then. Thanks so much for playing along. Please visit the blog sites of other authors who participate by clicking the web address below.

Thank You!