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Original fiction – fantasy, science fiction, horror

Saturday Story Prompts

Saturday Story Prompts
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1. By the time they can get to her they’d lost all hope, but Ro’s magic has trapped her at the cusp of death. She looks peacefully asleep, entangled in the horror of her wounds.

2. My life is marked not in days or years, but in the slow churn of progress around me.

3. The metal ship is unnaturally steady. Without the pitch and roll of it’s proper wooden cousins, I hardly feel that I am at sea at all.

4. I never asked to be a dragon.

5. Nanniebots are everywhere, a thousand phantom mothers that keep the world afloat while we are at war.

Saturday Story Prompts

Saturday Story Prompts
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1. Dogs travel with you, cats travel in tangent arcs.

2. “Stop thinking with your heart!” The alien grabbed the gun from Marc, but the refugees had already scattered into cover. With a curse it flung the gun back at him. “This nurturing thinking is counterproductive, you are ill-evolved for conflict.”

“Yeah, you keep thinking that,” Marc muttered.

3. Looking at the sky you’d swear it was seconds away from a downpour, but it’s been that way for days without a drop.

4. Two men show up at my door a week after my mothers death. They are polite but firm and I find myself buried in the minutiae of survivorship.

5. One day the tide came in and never left.

Saturday Story Prompts

Saturday Story Prompts
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1. Dragons always traveled in pairs, one above, one below, but this dragon was wandering the forest alone.

2. I promised my mother only one thing in my life, that I’d never grow up to be like her. Tomorrow I break that promise.

3. The crowds here aren’t anything like the ones at home, they’re larger and more focused, but also infinitely more polite.

4. “Everyone picks something to be good at,” he said dismissively, “sports, art, science– I just picked something a little less ordinary.”

5. The mist swirled around her like a dying thing, clawing against the spell with grave-damp fingers.

Saturday Story Prompts

Saturday Story Prompts
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1. It wasn’t until she was dying that she remembered she was only pretending to be human.

2. There were two grandfather clocks in the hall, one for the future that could be and one for the future that would be… and on Tuesday they both stuck midnight at the same time.

3. “Names mean nothing.” She said curtly. “You can call a rabbit a horse till the sun goes down, but it still can’t pull a plow.”

4. For the first time in their lives food is everywhere, more than they could hope to eat in a hundred lifetimes, and it changes everything.

5. “I wish someone had told much how much it would hurt to watch them leave.”

Tweaking the TWWA Cover

The Wolves We Are

As I start to hack away at the current draft of The Wolves We Are I noticed that Scrivener had an option to import a cover… but when I went to grab the existing one I just didn’t like the look of it.

The cover from last March isn’t a bad cover, certainly better than my first try (although I still like it as an icon), but something just felt off about it. So bad to the drawing board I went! Well, okay, less drawing board and more tweaking board, but you get the idea.

Flip the color gradient, darken it some and swap out the simple silhouette for an actual (if blurry) moon and we have victory!

Although it’s a little hard to tell it’s a wolfdog in the bottom corner and not an actual wolf. Oh well…

But now I’ve got a cover that I like again! … We’ll see how long that lasts! 😉

Version 2.0
Version 2.0

Version 2.5
Version 2.5

Version 3.0
Version 3.0

Saturday Story Prompts

Saturday Story Prompts
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1. “No one leaves these woods alive.”

“I know,” he said, unfazed, “I wasn’t planning on leaving.”

2. Children only have two kinds of silence: Asleep and Up To Something.

3. There are no true pets here, every animal works to a specific purpose as decreed in the holy writ. Every spring those that fails the tests are fed to those that don’t and by this tempering the strength of the whole improves. The War made them weak, but the Word will make them strong again.

4. She was fine until the ghosts started following her to work.

5. That isn’t how the story ends, but he’s told it often enough to know that no one wants to hear the truth. So he tells them lies and they applaud and buy him supper and the dead go unavenged.

The Wolves We Are + Scrivener = WIN?

The Wolves We Are eBook Cover 300x400

I’ve been mucking about editing/revising/curing at the draft of The Wolves We Are for quite a while now. Finding the green folder with the current be-scribbled draft in it was actually a nice surprise while unpacking, but I really haven’t done anything other than flip through it in months (years?).

Then I got an email from NaNoWriMo the other day reminding me that my Winner’s Goodies from last November’s win are going to expire at the end of the month, so I figured I’d better get cracking.

The free book from CreateSpace is going to be a dump of all the story prompts, daily snippits, and flash fiction that I’ve done to date. (I’m calling it The Really Big Book Of Very Tiny Stories!) But then I decided I’d really like for final version of The Wolves We Are to be in it as well.

Which means I have to actually finish the thing… darnit.

So I picked up a free 30 days trial of Scrivener with the option to buy it at 50% off if it works. (Once again, yay for winner’s goodies!) Now all I have to do is get all my crazy doodling out of the green folder version and into the digital one.

And then probably print it right back out again… I’m still not 100% sure the idea of editing without colored markers is possible. *pokes draft*

But I might finally have a ‘finished’ version that I can put up as an Ebook, so keep your fingers crossed for me! :)