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March 19, 2015
Flash Fiction # 138: The Fog (Drabble)
Fog arrived like liquid silver, flashing with latent power. People ran to their cottages, doors and shutters quickly slammed, prayers whispered. The village went dark and still, except for the tendrils of magic. Sometimes a flash of blue showed where it found an unlucky mouse or bird, small payment for an immortality spell gone wrong.
The thicker fog came soon after, and within
The thicker fog came soon after, and within
Merry-Go-Round Tour 2015/3: Hobbies and Writing
Somehow I just keep getting later and later. I set alarms and they don't go off. I put the information on notes on my desk and the cats sleep on them. At some point, I'll get this into my brain again.
But writing and hobbies. . . .
I am a photographer. I can't think of a better hobby for an author because it does two things that helps with writing. First, the obvious: You
March 13, 2015
Flash Fiction #137: Forgotten Places
The man in the copilot's chair knew a bit about flying. Kilsing hadn't been sure when Tosha insisted that he help handle the shuttle and that only the two of them go down to the world.
"I could go down on my own," he said. "I'm qualified."
"Not with my shuttle," she replied as she took atmosphere readings. "How did you ever find this world?"
"Over ten years of research."
She
"I could go down on my own," he said. "I'm qualified."
"Not with my shuttle," she replied as she took atmosphere readings. "How did you ever find this world?"
"Over ten years of research."
She
March 6, 2015
Flash Fiction #136 -- Lessons
Woodlyn wasn't a great mage which he admitted to anyone who asked. He had, however, learned you can make up for a lack of magic with two things: brains and bravery. He'd saved the capital and the King hired him to teach messengers how to get information through with a little magic. That had gone well. Very well. It was a good job.
Until the Queen came back to court.
He was
February 27, 2015
Flash Fiction #135: Enchanted, I'm Sure
Norman, who was never the brightest rock in the box, had picked up the big limb in the forest and though nothing of it until the ogres arrived. It had been a good piece of wood he could cut up for firewood, so he dragged the long, extremely worn piece of wood away from the pile of bones (there were always bones in the forest) and to the cabin where he and his two sisters and brother
February 19, 2015
Flash Fiction #134: Enough is Enough
"This has gone too far." Andre stared out the second floor window. "It's snowing again."
A dozen calls of dismay came from behind him and turned to find the pixies gathered near the radiator, soaking up as much warmth as they could manage.
Andre, being an elf, didn't particularly like pixies, who tended to be more than a little mischievous. A few weeks ago, if he'd found
February 18, 2015
Merry-Go-Round Tour 2015/2: The Perfect Writing Retreat
Yes, I am late again. Sigh.
I've been busy with the writing stuff. I just finished the last big edit of a novel (In the Shadow of Giants) and just have to wait back on stuff from the editor. This is going to be my first release for 2015. It's been difficult work, but I love the story.
Which brings me to the subject of this month . . . The Perfect Writing Retreat.
I would
February 13, 2015
Flash Friday #133 The Note
Johan had never given up hope. Every day he thought he felt a little brush of Lynna's magic, a reminder of their pact. They would be together again.
Even so, when he saw the enchanted bird flying towards him, her wings sparkling with unnatural light, he almost couldn't call out.
"Amella," he whispered.
She swept to him, a beautiful dove even without her magic, and
February 6, 2015
Flash Friday #132: Shark Attack
Izain ran the sequence through his mind again as he stared blankly at the screen before him. The random numbers there had nothing to do with what he thought about, but everything to do with survival. Once the shark code finished running through the ship's computers, they'd be dead in space and the hunter that had infected them would come in and round up crew and passengers for sale
January 30, 2015
Flash Friday #131: Surprise!
The weather had been . . . Well, iffy was the best way to put it. My sister thought I was crazy to go to the cabin when the weather might change at any moment.
"You're too old to go kiting off on some getaway," she had said, her finger almost touching my nose as she waved it back and forth. Apparently she'd forgotten the incident when I was four and I'd simply bitten
