Archive for March, 2012

My Writing Niche- Episode #56: Flash- Prom

Saturday, March 31st, 2012

Play or download episode *here*

Welcome to My Writing Niche, a podcast for new writers. I’ll read my latest piece of flash fiction, Prom, and talk a little about my current projects.

Thank you, as always, for your time. Polite feedback is both welcomed and appreciated. Have a lovely week.

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***Slow Burn from the album Blues Sampler courtesy of Kevin MacLeod via Creative Commons Attribution license. More of his music can be found at FreeMusicArchive.org or at http://incompetech.com.

 

Friday Flash: The Prom

Thursday, March 29th, 2012

Prom

Morgossa played the last few weeks over and over in her mind’s eye.

When Mr. Myrdinn has made Lance Ambleside her partner for the science fair, she had been unsure whether the assignment had been a blessing or a curse. The handsome head of the football team had more than pulled his share, and the mousey brunette couldn’t help but be impressed.

And then he’d asked her out. Morgossa couldn’t believe her luck, and she thanked the goddess of fortune and prayed she would rise to the challenge. She donned makeup and her best dress, and when Lance picked her up in a black stretch limo, her happiness had almost been complete.

She played the scenes over in her mind’s eye.

Soon she would be – would have been – at the Prom, on the arm of the school’s prince – the man of her dreams; years of degradation and disappointment resolved the moment she walked through that door and her ancient enemies saw her in her glory.

She played the scene over and over in her mind’s eye.

The limo tumbling, the torn guardrail, her body thrown from vehicle, lying bruised on the wet grass as she watched her dreams burst into flames. Crawling toward the wreck to find the charred flesh that had once held her and promised to make those dreams come true.

She played the scene over and over, reciting the incantation as she drew the mystic symbols on the ground. She chanted in the ancient tongue, replayed her memories of Lance once more, and called his name three times.

He appeared before her, his flesh blackened by the blaze, his once beautiful face a mass of ruin.

The night was still young.

They could still make it to the Prom.

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Thank you for your time. Polite feedback, positive or critical, is always appreciated.

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Writing Prompt #67

Tuesday, March 27th, 2012

Dumbstruck, Carl stared at the night sky.

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Lucky Seven – Pegasi Don’t Sleep

Thursday, March 22nd, 2012

Eric J. Krause tagged me in his Lucky Seven list, a fun game for writers; so I thought I’d take a shot at playing. Here are the rules.

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1. Go to page 77 in your current manuscript
2. Go to line 7
3. Copy down the next seven lines as they are – no cheating
4. Tag 7 other authors (Done on Facebook)

I wasn’t sure if #4 meant 7 sentences or just the next 7 lines. I just copied the next 7 lines of text on page 77 of my 2nd draft, so it ends mid-sentence. Keep ‘em wanting more; right? Anyway, here is my 7-line excerpt from my YA Fantasy Pegasi Don’t Sleep or Bobby Stalwart Saves the World

In the meantime, Medusa fussed over her son and gave them fresh supplies. The boy could only hope that they would have no cause to need them all. She had packed enough in the small satchel to last weeks. Like so much else about her house, the bag was magical, enabling its owner to carry an indefinite amount of goods while only weighing about a pound.

Ever since Bobby’s discovery in the library, he had sought to

And you can read the rest after (at least) one or two more drafts, when I’ve gotten a fabulous agent and book deal, and I am living on a tropical island populated by adoring fans.

Now, since I’ve avoided working on my novel today by talking about it instead, I should probably do some actual work. Those adoring fans aren’t going to write the novel for me!

Writing Prompt #66

Tuesday, March 20th, 2012

Bess kept her eyes firmly on the horizon, trying not to think of where Jack’s eyes had wandered.

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My Writing Niche- Episode #55: Flash- What Really Happened to Juliet

Saturday, March 17th, 2012

Play or download episode *here*

Welcome to My Writing Niche, a podcast for new writers. I’ll read my latest piece of flash fiction, What Really Happened to Juliet, and talk a little about my current projects.

Thank you, as always, for your time. Polite feedback is both welcomed and appreciated. Have a lovely week.

**image courtesy of hiddedevries via Flicker.

***Slow Burn from the album Blues Sampler courtesy of Kevin MacLeod via Creative Commons Attribution license. More of his music can be found at FreeMusicArchive.org or at http://incompetech.com.

Friday Flash: What Really Happened to Juliet

Thursday, March 15th, 2012

What Really Happened to Juliet

Juliet Capulet had always hated her name.

A rose by any other name would never smell as sweet if it had been fertilized with the crap her family inflicted on her. She was dying to escape, when the soft-brained Romeo offered to take her away from it all. Sure, he had the attention span of a spaniel, but he was easily as cute and trainable. She could land a new life and piss off her parents in the process. And according to the Friar, all she had to do was swallow one little pill.

What the hell? she thought, I’ve done worse. I’ve already slept with the enemy; I’m aiding my cousin’s killer. How could things get any worse?

So she did the deed, took the drug, and slept the sleep of the seemingly dead for days.

The Friar, their secret conspirator, sent the boy a message telling him of the drug-induced sleep – a scam sure to fool both sets of parents. Unfortunately, Romeo never checked his mail. The newspaper headline sent him running to his lover’s tomb to kiss her frozen lips and take his own life.

Stupid kid.

The grieving parents interred his bones with that of his beloved, consoling themselves that at least the lovers were united in death.

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Fair Juliet awoke entwined within her lover’s arms, screaming from the cold flesh that had stiffened around her, banging at the wooden lid of their shared coffin, and wondering how much longer her new life would last.

THE END

As always, polite feedback, both critical or otherwise, is appreciated. An audio version of this flash will be available on my podcast, My Writing Niche, this Sunday. Thank you, and have a lovely week.

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Writing Prompt #65

Tuesday, March 13th, 2012

Compared to Phyllis, Medusa and the other gorgons got off lucky.

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Review: Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? by Philip K. Dick

Thursday, March 8th, 2012

Part of my new Year’s Resolution involves reading classics that have slipped past my radar, especially ones listed on NPR’s Top 100 Science-Fiction, Fantasy Books. Coming in at a respectable #21 on the list, Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? has long been in my To-Be-Read pile, yet never dusted off and actually read.

Since there is no way I can read every book I want – nor every great author – in my lifetime, I aim to at least read their most renowned or pivotal work. I have been exposed to Philip K. Dick in short form through manybooks.net, but I’m glad I’ve finally made time to read his most famous work.

One of the first things that surprised me about the book was the fact that there actually was an electric sheep. I had assumed the title was simply a play on words due to the prominence of androids in the story (I’ve seen Blade Runner). However, the main character, Rick Deckard, stresses about his electric sheep throughout the novel. His bounty hunting is a way for him to earn enough money to buy a live animal so he can dispense with the synthetic copy.

After World War Terminus, dust and radiation blanketed the Earth – prompting mass emigration of the survivors to other planets. Humanoid-androids are offered as incentives to colonial emigrants. The humans left behind in the mostly empty cities fear the radioactive dust may make them ‘specials’ – genetically damaged and considered less than human.

Deckard works for the Police Department, hunting down humanoid androids that have fled servitude in the colonies to hide among the humans on Earth. Special empathy tests determine whether someone is  human or not, but are the tests accurate? Can some types of humans fail the test and be ‘retired’ in error? Things become more complicated when J.R. Isidore, a ‘special’ driver for an android-animal repair shop, encounters runaway androids; an encounter that sets him on a course where he will cross paths with Rick Deckard.

Overall, I enjoyed the book. It kept me thinking, guessing what would happen next, wondering how the characters would handle their moral dilemmas. In the tradition of truly great science fiction, it kept me asking hard questions. What does the evolution of technology mean for human beings? What does it mean to be human?

However, the ending was a huge disappointment to me. My expectations were almost certainly colored by my memory of the movie version, Blade Runner; a movie that bears little resemblance to the actual novel. The entire novel seemed to be leading up to a confrontation, but the ending felt hollow. Perhaps that was the intent. Perhaps Dick wanted to put the reader in the same frame of mind as the characters throughout the book, but it left me dissatisfied.

I’m still glad I read the book. I recommend it as a science fiction classic, but with one caveat:  Reader Beware.

You may not like the ending.

 

Writing Prompt #64

Tuesday, March 6th, 2012

“If we stay like this long enough, you think they’ll notice?” asked Helen, carefully speaking around her frozen grin.

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