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October 12, 2012
Flash Friday # 12: Aftermath
(An earlier version of this story was originally published in Ideomancer)
Aftermath
By Lazette Gifford
Copyright 2012, Lazette Gifford
A bird flew out of the brown, leafless bush. Tom hadn't seen an animal in years, not a wild one. The small, brownish bird wouldn't have been counted as much more than a nuisance before the flares. Now he watched with his heart beating hard as
October 5, 2012
FM Flash Friday #11: The Night God Came
The Night God Came
By
Lazette Gifford
Copyright 2012, Lazette Gifford
We knelt on the hill top in the falling snow, obediently waiting for God. Papa said God would come tonight. Papa stood before us and stared up at the sky, his dark eyes lost in the shadows, and his lips moving in an almost silent prayer. God was coming, he said. And we were ready for him.
But it was so cold that I
By
Lazette Gifford
Copyright 2012, Lazette Gifford
We knelt on the hill top in the falling snow, obediently waiting for God. Papa said God would come tonight. Papa stood before us and stared up at the sky, his dark eyes lost in the shadows, and his lips moving in an almost silent prayer. God was coming, he said. And we were ready for him.
But it was so cold that I
September 28, 2012
FM Flash Friday #10: The Wrong Paint
The Wrong Paint
By Lazette Gifford
Copyright 2012, Lazette Gifford
There were not many times in Master Designer Kerick's career when he had panicked. Twenty years ago, presenting a bold new idea for Talisa library had been the last time he remembered, staking his entire future career on the idea that maybe people really went to a library for the books and that they ought to have a
By Lazette Gifford
Copyright 2012, Lazette Gifford
There were not many times in Master Designer Kerick's career when he had panicked. Twenty years ago, presenting a bold new idea for Talisa library had been the last time he remembered, staking his entire future career on the idea that maybe people really went to a library for the books and that they ought to have a
September 21, 2012
FM Flash Friday #9: Where Dreams Are Made
Where
Dreams Are Made
By
Lazette
Gifford
Copyright 2012, Lazette Gifford
Thomas
Fairbright stood before the double doors leading to the office of a talented,
powerful and rich man. He was also not
human, but that wasn't the problem since neither was Thomas.
The real problem was that sometimes the doors
led to somewhere else.
He
never knew what he would find when he went to see
September 19, 2012
The VERY Goood Week
Let's start with something I've forgotten to mention: I've just published a new story. This is a sort of prelude to the Devlin novels, with a first person account of how she went from being a port rat to joining the Inner Worlds Council Security force. This is a fun story and only $0.99!
Devlin's Report #1: Wasting Time
Monday was 'Zette Appreciation Day' at the Forward Motion
September 15, 2012
What I do best in writing: Merry-Go-Round Blog Tour #15
There are so many ways to look at this kind of question. Yes, there are the basics: I always need to rework description and I overuse some words, but I do my best to edit those out. I'm good at dialogue, though. I'm fairly good at humor.
All of that means nothing because there is something far more important that I really am good at:
Finishing the work.
I don't care if you write
September 14, 2012
FM Flash Friday #8: The Last Dance
The Last Dance
By
Lazete Gifford
Copyright 2012,
Lazette Gifford
The
mirrors in the great hall stood at the center of each of the four walls; tall,
slender panels of silvered glass, webbed with lines of age. The signs of time shown everywhere in the
room. The golden frames had grown
tarnished and the tapestries had grown threadbare in places. The tiles on the
floor,
By
Lazete Gifford
Copyright 2012,
Lazette Gifford
The
mirrors in the great hall stood at the center of each of the four walls; tall,
slender panels of silvered glass, webbed with lines of age. The signs of time shown everywhere in the
room. The golden frames had grown
tarnished and the tapestries had grown threadbare in places. The tiles on the
floor,
September 7, 2012
FM Flash Friday #7: The Shop
The Shop
By
Lazete Gifford
Copyright
2012, Lazette Gifford
I knew something was strange when I first drove into the
town. The place hadn't appeared on the
map, this typical little town growing up around a stream bed. Midwestern in look and feel, with the tall
old house, and a mostly dead down town area.
My mother and my aunt used to talk about a place like this, where
August 31, 2012
FM Flash Friday #6: Children Play In Shadows
Children Play in Shadows
By
Lazete Gifford
Copyright 2012, Lazette Gifford
Elise held MaryJo's hand, afraid the younger
girl would run off into the dark, dusty corridors. She regretted having dared MaryJo to come this
high in the complex. However, she'd
never live this down if she said they should go back. And at twelve years old, never looked like a long, long
August 29, 2012
Zette's Take: Being a Prolific Writer
Let's talk about being a prolific writer.
I think about being prolific quite often. You know, in those times when I'm not
writing. A lot of people don't
understand the term, to be honest. They think
this means nothing more than a word count,
and that the words themselves are obviously not important because I don't take
long to linger over them. I've had
people tell me that I'm
I think about being prolific quite often. You know, in those times when I'm not
writing. A lot of people don't
understand the term, to be honest. They think
this means nothing more than a word count,
and that the words themselves are obviously not important because I don't take
long to linger over them. I've had
people tell me that I'm
