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Thursday, December 31, 2015

General Update

Okay, I've been meaning to write something up for a little while now, but both time and thought have gotten away from me, I guess. :P

So, about the things that have been keeping me occupied:
Trouble in Bookland, my current WIP. I'm going through edits right now, working on compiling (I like the options on Scrivener, but do there have to be so many?!), I have a  cover designed (thanks C.B. :) ), and am set to have Part One published sometime within the next week or so.

The blurb:
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Linda has been invited to the Isle of Authors. Amazing; she, a 12 year old Writer, who hasn’t written much beyond uncompleted short stories, gets to visit the land of Dreams!
The Board of Authors, rulers of the land of Dreams, want her to visit a Patch--Bookland. The former Writer of the Patch was Rejected for founding the world on revenge, and the Patch was put on hold until a suitable Writer could be found to take over and finish the story. Now it’s active, and they can’t go in themselves to find out who is controlling it. And the Patch is spreading beyond its boundaries, eating away at the neighboring Patches.

Linda must discover who it is, and stop him or her, before the entire Patchwork, and all the life within it, is destroyed.
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I've also been working on a different blog, where I plan to have a bit more diversity in subject matter. Possibly. This is a work in progress. :P
If I do end up using it, I'll be keeping this blog solely for short stories (since that's what this has sort of turned into anyways). Later, I may include fangirl-ish book reviews, but I hardly ever get around to writing those...

Pintrest. The bane and helpmate of writers. So many prompts, ideas, tips...and distractions. :P You can find my account and boards, including an inspiration board for TIB, here.

In addition to all of this, there have been books, snow--for the first time in years!--and new board games that have claimed my attention. ;)

The Serial Stories shall be continuing as normal, and I shall post a link to the new blog when it's finished and I'm ready to start posting.

That's all for now. Have a happy New Year's Eve! :D

Monday, December 28, 2015

Serial Story, on a Monday

Sorry for the delay. Christmas and a few other things happened, some of which you shall read of in an upcoming post. :D
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Unexpected Adventure, Part Thirteen

They made it to the smaller cavern without incident. It was cozy and warm, lined with packed grasses. Regis couldn’t tell much else about it, as the elves refused to use a light of any sort.
“It will cause too much disturbance,” Dr. Rune said.
They seemed to be able to see perfectly well.
Regis rested against a wall and listened to the elves chatting and tumbling with the kits. The mother bobcat sat nearby, twitching contentedly. Her tail kept flicking against Regis’ face.
Dr. Rune paused amid the chaos, and Regis heard the rustle of a pack. A vial was put into Regis’ hands. “Drink this. Your strength should return momentarily.”
Sure enough, Regis felt perfectly fine before a minute was up. He flexed a few times, trying not to hit his head on the ceiling, then stared at Dr. Rune. “What did you do?”
“Not much, by our accounts. A few dabs of oil, a quick sealing spell, etcetera.” The older elf tickled a kit’s chin. “Are you going to rest, or continue to defy the Prophecy?”
Cloudwillow snorted. “I bet he’s going to leave.”
Regis grunted. “So you’re getting to know me.”
Dr. Rune harrumphed. “You’re going to get hurt.”
Regis felt for his pack, then slid it on. “So I’ve heard.”
“Where are you going?”
“Out. Away from here.” Regis felt his way along the wall until he found the tube-like entrance. He crawled out.
Behind, Dr. Rune and Cloudwillow spoke indistinctly. Regis retrieved a lightstick from his pack and prepared to crack it. Dr. Rune came out of the entrance tunnel and stopped him.
“Do that, my friend, and you’ll find yourself swarmed in insects of the flesh-eating sort. Here, this way.”
Dr. Rune took his hand and led him through the dark. They had gone a ways before Regis realized that he’d accepted the elf’s guidance without question. He planted his feet and jerked his hand back, careful not to teeter to the right. He heard empty space there.
“What are you doing?”
Dr. Rune sighed. “Why are you putting up such a fight?”
“No petty prophecy is going to control my fate.”
“It has been my experience that Prophecies are written by a higher hand, and to defy that hand is to bring hurt upon oneself.”
Regis shook his head. “What does that even mean?”
“You’re a thick one, aren’t you?” Dr. Rune chuckled. “Very well. I shall leave you here to your devices.”
Regis listened for any sound of departure. He waited for a while without hearing anything. “Dr. Rune?” No reply.

Wishing he had his shield, he cracked his lightstick.

Saturday, December 19, 2015

Serial Story Saturday

Unexpected Adventure, Part Twelve

A slim man dressed in fur clothing darted up from the back of the cave. Before anyone could react to his outburst or appearance, he threw a ball straight at the cyborg. The ball attached itself to Darius’ face, hissing and yowling.
Peter immediately turned to Regis. He hissed, “If I can’t torture you, I’ll just slit—”
Regis evaded several quick blows by crumpling into a ball. Suddenly, Peter was knocked to the side. Cloudwillow’s father stood in his place. “No slitting today. It’s a thoroughly nasty business none of us have time for, I’m afraid.”
Regis risked a glance to the back of the cave. The cyborg was missing an arm and limping away. Cloudwillow blew a raspberry at him. He looked to the cave mouth. Peter was gone, and so was the storm.
Cloudwillow’s father knelt at Regis’ side and helped him sit up. “You have quite the collection of abrasions. If we can just get rid of the lead, we can have you fixed up in a trice.”
Regis gasped for breath. “The…amulet…stays.”
The elf blithely tossed the amulet aside. He rubbed his gloved hands in a small pile of snow. “I don’t think you have a say in the matter. Dr. Rune, at your service.”
Regis tried to grip the elf’s arm, or even his throat, but his hand fell limp to his side.
Cloudwillow skipped up to them, holding the ball her father had thrown earlier. Upon closer inspection, Regis saw that it was a bobcat kit. “Daddy, he tried to do the Prophecy out of order.”
Dr. Rune ran his fingers along Regis’ arm. The bleeding slowed. “It seems he’s learned his lesson now, hasn’t it?” He pulled out several vials and bandages.
Regis’ vision went fuzzy. He squeezed his eyes shut. He heard Dr. Rune call for a stick, then felt it jam into his mouth.
“Hold still, this will sting like wildfire.”
Several minutes later, Regis was able to stand. He did so slowly, checking himself over and leaning against the wall. He glared at Dr. Rune, who was smiling. “What?”
“We don’t all cast mind spells, you know. Only those who don’t follow our laws have the audacity to stoop so low. Come along, I’m sure we can give you adequate shelter for a short time.”
Cloudwillow shuffled in place, head down. “Um…daddy?”
“Yes?”
“The house…um…blew up, and…sorry?”
Dr. Rune blinked. “Actually, I was referring to the family of felines denned up a few caverns back.”
Cloudwillow went bright pink. “Oh.”
Regis growled. “Where’s my shield?”

“Your shield is at the bottom of chasm. For now, to warmth and kittens we shall go.” Dr. Rune wrapped an arm around Regis and helped him stand away from the wall.
Regis wondered how long he was going to be stuck with these people.

Saturday, December 12, 2015

Serial Story Saturday

Unexpected Adventure, Part Eleven

The cyborg returned, holding a trussed and grumpy-looking Cloudwillow by the scruff of her neck. She snorted. “Peter? That’s not a very scary name.”
Regis shifted his position so he could at least cause some harm before he died. “Is that supposed to mean something?”
“You don’t remember leaving me, bloody and cold? In the mercy of the merciless?!” The man whipped off his cowl. A scar covered more than half of his face. Gashed pockets covered the rest. Dark red eyes narrowed.
Regis frowned. “I still don’t know who you are.”
Peter clenched his fists. “Really?!” He sheathed his weapons, and ran his hands through his hair. The sandy blond locks stuck every which way. “And, in case you still don’t remember…” He went up to Regis and hissed in his ear. “I’m your brother.”
Cloudwillow made a strangled noise. “Nuh-uh!”
Regis sucked in his breath. “What?”
“Yes. Me. The dramatic reveal is over, so…” Peter replaced his cowl, and his voice once again became cold and grating. “…now for the death blow. Darius.”
The cyborg marched up, still carting Cloudwillow.
Peter held Cloudwillow’s head and turned it from side to side. “Do you care for this imp?”
Regis didn’t like the direction this was heading. Hoping to deter it, he said, “No.”
“Neither do I.” Peter whipped out his disks. “So there will be no mourning when we dispose of her.”
Cloudwillow smiled sweetly. “I don’t think so. Oh, and did you know that this is a cliché tactic? Threatening the hero’s girl companion?”
Peter scoffed. “He’s no hero.”
“Not yet. But someone’s going to show him how to be one.”
Peter scraped Cloudwillow’s chin. A line of blood started dripping to the floor. “Who can possibly—”

A high, clear, bellowing voice echoed from the tunnels stretching away from the cave. “UNHAND MY DAUGHTER!”

Wednesday, December 9, 2015

A Bit of Fanfic

This is a bit of fan-fic for Twinepathy, current WIP of C.B. Cook. The Finch has only been mentioned in two parts so far: Part 10 and Part 11.
So, this is The Finch meeting his girlfriend for the first time after getting amnesia. Enjoy. :)
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The Finch wandered the park, hoping to distract himself. Why couldn’t he remember anything? It hurt almost as bad as getting hit with a truck. Not that he remembered having any such experience…
“Mathis?” The lightly accented voice sent a shiver through him. He turned. A lady with long hair and a surprised expression timidly approached. She had a death grip on the lapels of her jacket. “Mathis, is that you?”
He blinked. “Yes.”
“Oh, thank goodness! Where have you been?” She rushed up and bear-hugged him.
The Finch just stood there, arms awkwardly by his side. “I’m…I’m sorry, but I don’t remember you.”
The lady drew back but kept her hands on his arms. Her expression varied between cold shock and…was that fear? “Don’t remember me?”
“No, I don’t. What’s your name?”
She took a few steps back, her hand to her mouth. Tears brimmed in her dark eyes. “Oh, oh, oh…”
The Finch wanted to cry himself. “Who are you?”
“I’m, I’m…” She choked, and the tears fell. Through a muffle of emotion, he heard her say, “Eva.”
He held his breath for half a second, hoping. No memories, or even feeling, surfaced. He exhaled his earlier apology.
Eva cleared her throat, laying hand at its base. “You don’t remember me? At all?”
He shook his head. He must have some previous connection to her, though; he wanted to cry with her, hug her, something. “Do you want to talk?”
Eva nodded furiously, pulling her coat tight. She sniffled. “There’s a bench there.”
The Finch instinctively put his arm out. Eva gave a gasping laugh. “At least you’re still you.”
He helped her to the bench and winced. It was so cold. That didn’t seem to bother Eva. She leaned back and glanced at him nervously. “I…I’m not sure where to start…but, I’m your girlfriend.”
The Finch nodded. He could see that, even if he couldn’t remember it.
She relaxed a little bit. “We didn’t do everything together, but quite a few things. Skating, collecting, your usual hobbies…and a few weeks ago, you stopped responding. I was worried sick, literally. My mother had to come over and stay with me for a few days. Then I got a text from you—or your phone, at least—saying to come to the park.”
The Finch put his elbows on his knees. “It wasn’t me who sent the text.” It could’ve been Jen…
He thought. What should he say next?
Eva laid a hand on his arm. “You wouldn’t happen to remember what it was you wanted to tell me before you…vanished?”
He shook his head.
“What happened?”
He half-opened his mouth, then stopped. What could he tell her? IDIA hadn’t told him much, about either the accident or his relations. They had said it was too soon. Then why the text?
“I got into an accident at work.”
“But I checked the hospitals! And how can you get amnesia from unloading produce?!” Eva gripped his arm and gave him a little shake. He must have given her a negative look, because she abruptly let go and hunched over. “Sorry.”
He was going to say, “It’s alright,” but stopped himself. It wasn’t alright. Not at all.
Eva stood. “Maybe it would help if…if we went for a  walk? Where we usually do?”
The Finch rose. He supposedly had the afternoon off. May as well make the best of it. “Yes, please. I’m afraid you’ll have to lead the way.”
Eva looked like she was going to cry again.
The Finch wrapped an arm about her shoulders. “But don’t worry. I should remember soon enough.” He hoped. It was going to kill him if he couldn’t.

Saturday, December 5, 2015

Serial Story Saturday

Unexpected Adventure, Part Ten

Cloudwillow took one look at Regis, then spun and charged. “Yargh!” The cyborg toppled over the diminutive elf and onto his face. Cloudwillow turned back and grinned. “Gotch’a! Oh, and you forgot to pay for last night.”
“You are a nuisance.”
“Thank yooouuuu. Catch me if you can.” Cloudwillow pulled a face and dashed further into the cave. She went around a bend and Regis lost sight of her. The cyborg followed after.
Regis turned to the man in black. “You were saying?” He leaned awkwardly against his staff.
The man hissed. He withdrew his strange metal disks. “Then we shall simply have to get close.” He swung.
Regis sidestepped, clouting the man behind the head in the process. He narrowly avoided a swing at his legs. The disk tore through the fabric but didn’t penetrate skin.
“Staff slowing you down?”
Regis crouched low, ignoring the pain it caused, and swung the staff. It connected behind the man’s knees and drove him forward. He turned and landed with his back against the wall.
“Not much.” Regis flipped his weapon, and darted forward. The man ducked before it made contact with is face. With inhuman speed, the man slid. His disks scraped against Regis’ arm.
Regis grunted. The new pain coupled with the old, he stumbled. The staff clattered to the ground as he tried to stop the flow of blood.
The man waited. Regis glared. “Why?”

“You still don’t remember? Fine. My name is Peter.”