M.R. Graham's Blog, page 6
May 31, 2016
Tuesday Teaser #22
Every Tuesday, I post a teaser for one of my current works in progress. I invite all of my writer buddies to join in!
The rules:
Post a link, image, quote, or excerpt related to or taken from your current WIP.
State the name of the WIP.
Do NOT explain yourself! Resist the urge to wax poetic. This is a hint, not an outline.
No Cage for a Crow
‘It’s a bad time,’ he said. ‘I can’t tell you what to do, Morrigan. That’s all your decision. But it would be a very bad time to die. Hurry up, though, one way or the other. Time’s wasting.’
May 24, 2016
Tuesday Teaser #21
Every Tuesday, I post a teaser for one of my current works in progress. I invite all of my writer buddies to join in!
The rules:
Post a link, image, quote, or excerpt related to or taken from your current WIP.
State the name of the WIP.
Do NOT explain yourself! Resist the urge to wax poetic. This is a hint, not an outline.
We Shall Not Sleep
The towering Mexican drew himself up even taller, his magnificent moustaches bristling in indignation. “My name,” he replied in clipped tones, “is Tomás Hinojosa. Almost thirty years ago, my father travelled to England and disappeared, and I have tracked him to you.”
Lord Godalming drew himself up, too, but I noticed the old tic resume beneath his left eye. “I’m sorry, sir,” he said, in the least apologetic tone imaginable, “but I’ve never known an Hinojosa in my life. The police are likely on their way already, so I’d advise that you leave, now.”
“Hinojosa is my mother’s name,” the man replied, with an admirable lack of embarrassment at his admission of bastardy. “My father’s name was Quincey Paul Morris.”
May 17, 2016
Tuesday Teaser #20
Every Tuesday, I post a teaser for one of my current works in progress. I invite all of my writer buddies to join in!
The rules:
Post a link, image, quote, or excerpt related to or taken from your current WIP.
State the name of the WIP.
Do NOT explain yourself! Resist the urge to wax poetic. This is a hint, not an outline.
We Shall Not Sleep
May 10, 2016
Tuesday Teaser #19
Every Tuesday, I post a teaser for one of my current works in progress. I invite all of my writer buddies to join in!
The rules:
Post a link, image, quote, or excerpt related to or taken from your current WIP.
State the name of the WIP.
Do NOT explain yourself! Resist the urge to wax poetic. This is a hint, not an outline.
The Mage
The angrier he got, the more Scottish Daniel Leland became.
May 7, 2016
Heat – a poem
Sweet and apple-crisp, the autumn evenings fell
in twilit memory.
Gone, those autumn evenings now.
Summer heat constricts, cloaking skin in sweat.
Still, I have memory.
May 3, 2016
Tuesday Teaser #18
Every Tuesday, I post a teaser for one of my current works in progress. I invite all of my writer buddies to join in!
The rules:
Post a link, image, quote, or excerpt related to or taken from your current WIP.
State the name of the WIP.
Do NOT explain yourself! Resist the urge to wax poetic. This is a hint, not an outline.
No Cage for a Crow
I had, also, some foggy and half-formed idea, no doubt drawn from the works of Mr Dickens, that life on London’s streets, for a capable young person of strong constitution, at least in the short term, would be more adventure than misery.
April 26, 2016
Tuesday Teaser #17
Every Tuesday, I post a teaser for one of my current works in progress. I invite all of my writer buddies to join in!
The rules:
Post a link, image, quote, or excerpt related to or taken from your current WIP.
State the name of the WIP.
Do NOT explain yourself! Resist the urge to wax poetic. This is a hint, not an outline.
We Shall Not Sleep
Given the choice between Count Dracula and mustard gas, I would always choose the former. Always.
April 21, 2016
To a somewhere-lover – A Poem
Please introduce me to myself.
When I pass you in some hall,
let our eyes meet.
And when you see me in the street,
let me know you.
Tell me how I’ve waited,
and tell me how I take my tea
in the white afternoons.
Tell me how I read in the near-dark,
listening to false rain.
Describe my mornings,
mocking-bird wings and the smell of my coffee.
List my books –
the ones beside the bed
and the ones I keep between my lips.
Tell me that you heard the words I scratched
into the tops of picnic tables
and the lines I drew across time.
Tell me, love, for you have been here all along.
I carried you in my heart.
April 19, 2016
Tuesday Teaser #16
Every Tuesday, I post a teaser for one of my current works in progress. I invite all of my writer buddies to join in!
The rules:
Post a link, image, quote, or excerpt related to or taken from your current WIP.
State the name of the WIP.
Do NOT explain yourself! Resist the urge to wax poetic. This is a hint, not an outline.
We Shall Not Sleep
Even as some kind of vampirish infection was held to proceed from the wolf, the vampire himself will even more strongly convey this taint, and therefore, unless the most drastic and immediate remedies are applied, a person who is attacked by a vampire and whose blood has been sucked will become a vampire in turn imbued with a craving to pass on the horrible pollution. This is perhaps, and with good reason, the most dreaded quality of the vampire, and examples thereof occur again and again in legend and history.
Montague Summers, The Vampire, His Kith and Kind
April 16, 2016
Not Birdie to You – A Poem
Don’t compare her to a songbird
when she is plover-sharp and raven-clever
with falcon eyes and eagle pride
and talons never meant to perch on fingers.
