Sylvia A. Winters's Blog, page 7
August 28, 2013
Hanging
It’s story time!! This one’s a little 1k m/m fluff thing.
Nate groaned in protest, the insistent beep of his alarm paying him no mind. Finally, grudgingly, he swung an arm out of bed and whacked down the snooze button, buried his face in his pillow. His head hurt, stomach churned, and the room felt tentative, like it could tip over at any moment; staying in bed was certainly the best option.
He hadn’t realised how much he’d been drinking last night, how wasted he’d been, but he had hazy memorie...
August 13, 2013
Moving (again)
Two weeks ago I had to move house again. My sister’s lease came to and end and she’s now off in Thailand doing far more adventurous things than I. So I had to move all my stuff across Bristol to my new house (I also had to shift most of her stuff as well, but thankfully all that lot is not at mine).
It’s gotten to that point now where I’m not rushing around quite so much and things are beginning to settle down, but I haven’t quite settled in yet. I’m not sure what I think of my new house (but...
July 24, 2013
Prompt Party!
I’ve been trying for the better part of two hours to come up with a half-decent blog post, and sadly, I’ve been failing rather badly. So instead of talking about boring shit that no one actually wants to read, I’m going to be taking prompts for, let’s say, the next week or so.
So, all you have to do is leave me a little one-sentence prompt in the comments, specifying genre (if it’s romance, specify m/m, f/f, f/m, etc). You can use keywords or pictures instead of sentences if you’d like, and it...
June 24, 2013
The Lightning Moon
So far this year I’ve been sadly lacking in productivity when it comes to writing. The one thing I have written, however, was accepted back in March and I’ve just been sent the cover for it, which makes me very happy. It’s so dark and moody ^_^ Also it gives me a good excuse to chat a little about the story itself.
The Lightning Moon is a story about a lonely widower who spends his days doing household tasks and working in a little shop that caters exclusively for witches. His life is uneventf...
June 11, 2013
Hello, Bristol
Sometimes, life can surprise you. Less than a week after I quit my job and moved out of my lovely house in Plymouth, I was offered a job in a cinema in Bristol, and timing being truly excellent, my sister’s flatmate had just moved out and was looking for someone to sublet their room for the next six weeks. After about two years of job hunting and getting nothing but Christmas contacts and the job I’ve hated for the past 13 months, the timing really could not be better and I’m reminded that on...
June 5, 2013
Farewell, Plymouth
Over the last week I’ve said goodbye to the city that’s been my home for the past five years, to the housemates I’ve lived with almost as long as I’ve been there, and to my shitty job which, frankly, I wasn’t that sorry to say goodbye to. Now I’m back at my mum’s house in a bid to pay off some of the money I owe and looking to Bristol as my future.
Hopefully this will be a very short chapter of my life. I don’t know how long I can stand my dog rummaging through all my stuff hoping to find tiss...
May 27, 2013
Shiny Rock Stars!
So way back in 2012 I started writing a story. A story for LT3′s Rocking Hard submission call about, you guessed it, a rock star. Well, she wishes she were some big star, really, but she could totally be one; she has all the finer qualities of a true rock star, even if the majority of her gigs are local. But she’s also pretty happy with where she is right now, doing what she loves. I think it’s fair to say Alisha’s pretty content with her life.
Sian has never really thought of anything much be...
May 20, 2013
Free Fiction: Detention
Mrs Hunt stood in front of me, one hand splayed on the table, the other brandishing a piece of checked paper in my face. “See these squares?”
I nodded. It was hard not to see them when I could practically taste the paper.
“Good. Now I want you—and you too, Mike—” I turned in my seat to look at him, some Pavlovian trick; hear Mike’s name, stand on tiptoe to scan the crowd for him. If I thought Mike was nearby, I had to know where. Apparently that still applied even when I knew exactly where he w...
April 24, 2013
Free Fiction: Around the Corner
Words: 2,400
Genre: M/M Romance
Notes: Written for the LT3 GR group challenge #14, here.
Prompt: I’m no good at Goodbye …
Raj raised the beer to lips, sipping slowly, watching Michael as he did the same, his head tipped back against the plywood wall of the treehouse, one knee bent, the other stretched out, the toe of his boot brushing Raj’s knee when he moved.
Again, Raj was struck with the knowledge that this moment, this little pocket of time that sooner or later, had to burst, wasn’t infinite,...
April 22, 2013
Up in That There London.
Well, this week has been somewhat eventful and a little bit crazy. The gist of which is this:
Sunday I went up to London on the ever-so-classy megabus for an interview on Monday. I got the job, but what it turned out to be was a really dodgy sales job rather than the proper lettings agent job I thought it to be, so I spent three days (unpaid, by the way, and without so much as a fifteen minute break in what turned out to be ten-hour days) doing this before I decided there was no way I could ke...
