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“My Fellow Human”: #WeWriWa #8Sunday

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors’ Eight Sentence Sunday!

It’s the weekly hop for everyone who loves to write! We’ve got a variety of genres and talented writers just waiting for you to come sample their wordy wares. Come read one, or all!

If you’re inclined to share your own 8-10 sentence snippet, follow the link and sign up. It’s a great community to be a part of! =D

“Monday Morning Coffee” has been with me since I was sixteen. A local boy with schizophrenia wandered away from his family at a large outdoor event. Several days later, he was found, deceased.

From that story came this one – the connection might not be clear to anyone but me – but it’s there.

Context:
Rose and Jeremy discuss his humanity – or lack thereof.

My Fellow Human”

“Maybe you’re the only human in this whole godforsaken place.” I’ve never wanted to kiss anyone so badly in my life. I want to quit my job, abandon my tiny, secluded office, and just be here with him. If only I could take him by the hand and lead him home, spend the day talking and touching and sharing!

“Not the only one, dear kind Rose. Maybe one of two, but not the only one.” He presses a beautiful paper rose, complete with leaves and a thorn, into my hand. “Payment, for my fellow human.”

What happens next?

Any guesses you’d like to share?

Monday Morning Coffee” was originally published in the 2015 edition of World Unknown Review, edited by L.S. Engler.  Since I retain all rights beyond first publication, I intend to revise the story and use it as my initial self-published offering.

And, for this weekend and only this weekend, you can read my new Kifo Island short story, “Broken”, along with a diverse buffet of other short stories at StoryFest, the “virtual recital” for participants of the StoryADay May Challenge. Read one, read all, read somewhere in between…

Looking for more #8Sunday, click this link, or the icon above!

Posted in #STaD 2017, Blog Hops and Fests, Fan fiction, fantasy, Kifo Island Chroincles, Short Stories, Star Trek: Enterprise, Story a Day, The IDIC Romance, writing, writing prompts, Writing Sample

A Mysterious Situation for #StaD May; Day Eleven

Hello there, and welcome to my Story a Day May “Show My Work” post! This is where I give you a sneak peek into how I’m creating two (very short, and very different) stories, every day this May. Yep, that’s right; less than 24 hours from my first reading of the prompt to a committed story, even if I’m not quite (or even remotely!) that fast at posting them!

Ready to read?

Well then, what are we waiting for?

Story A Day May 11’s prompt is from Bea a bilingual writer and freelancer currently living near Venice, in Italy. She blogs and helps writers with their writing and creativity at  . The Busy Muse

The Prompt:

Your company sends you to meet a costumer at their house. It’s a standard, nice neighborhood.

You ring and ring but nobody answers. The door is ajar, and you enter, calling aloud.

All is in order in the living room apart from an overturned potted plant on the expensive-looking rug…

Main Project Premise:

  • Ophelia’s story is followed by Marilyn’s – acted out with the ragdolls, of course.

Fleshing Out the Premise:

  • Ophelia can see she shouldn’t have told Marilyn her own mother’s favorite story – but she was put on the spot. Now, Marilyn has clearly figured it out, and she takes her revenge with the rag dolls and a story of her own.

My Favorite Bit of The End”:

Ophelia knows Marilyn well enough to be suspicious. Her sister won’t let her use that bathroom, and, every time she comes out of it, she’s high on something. She wants to sneak in there and clean it up, but Marilyn guards it fiercely.

She’d done it once, while Marilyn was in rehab, but Marilyn had walked out, found herself a few men – even with her obvious pregnancy, the men she propositioned didn’t seem to have any trouble trading sex for drugs.

And now the bathroom is locked, and Marilyn won’t say where she’s hidden the key.
 

Side Project Premise:

Standard disclaimer. I don’t own them, I don’t profit from them, but they insist on telling me their stories, so I’m sharing them with you.

  • T’Pol participates in a human game…

Fleshing Out the Premise:

  • T’Pol is watching a visual entertainment recommended by her colleague when she is interrupted by the sudden presence of her human in her mind. He’s dreaming most vividly – of her.

Word List:

Prompt Word Donor: kitndavj.

  • Spin

  • Shutters

  • Doormat

  • Skeleton key

  • Accountant

  • Romanov

  • Blindfold

  • Carpet

Favorite Bit from Your Name’s Paula?”: 

The shutters slam. You spin around. Someone blindfolds you.”

Unlikely.”

To see the drabbles in sequence, as they post, visit my fanfiction.net page

And, if you’d like to learn more about Julie Duffy  and Story A Day May, click the links and learn away!

Posted in Fan fiction, Star Trek: Enterprise, The IDIC Romance, Weekly Features, WIPpet Wednesday, writing, Writing Sample

Old Scars; New Urgency for WIPpet Wednesday

Welcome to WIPpet Wednesday, a weekly blog hop which encourages writers to move WIPs (works-in-progress) to publication by posting excerpts related to the date.We’re led by the capable fingers and nimble mind of Emily Witt.

Hello there, fellow WIPpeteers – and, to those just along for the ride – welcome! Hop in, get comfy…but don’t leave popcorn in the center seat!

So, I never made it here last week. I meant to – but….there’s this thing called life, and sometimes it stymies me. Sometimes, it gives me a fifteen year old who realized that an eye exam might be a good idea before he’s old enough to take his permit test in a few months. Sometimes that leads to a very pleasant excursion with a guy who’s growing up so fast it’s a little bewildering…and who can still act like a goofy kid who hasn’t quite grown up enough to fit his man-sized body.

So that’s what I was doing last week – that, and getting behind on my Story A Day May projects. I’m happy to report that I’m caught up with the writing, now – but I’m still woefully behind with the posting. So many balls in the air (my Accomplice is launching a business, and I’m his one-woman design, labeling, and marketing crew; homeschool reports are due next month, and another round of standardized testing is on the horizon; there’s still hometending and other writing and and and…)! Still, I hope to be a lot closer to caught up by the time this slower-paced week ends…

But enough about all that. Some of you are here for TnT action, and you’ve been patiently reading through the setup, waiting for T’Pol to get to Enterprise, where her blue-eyed human distraction awaits her…

And…

This is the week that puts her, literally, at the threshold!

Ready? OK, then... on to the WIPpet!

Today I offer you another installment of my soon-to-get-sassy-I-promise TnT fan fiction story, adapted from Humanity’s Enterprise.

I’ve got a patchwork of stories, written in different styles, at different times, and for different projects – and I’m slowly figuring out how to pull them all together into a coherent whole that explores just how and why T’Pol was the one Vulcan chosen to accompany Enterprise NX-01 on her maiden voyage.

Recap:

Soval has informed T’Pol of her involuntary assignment to the Terran Warp Five vessel, Enterprise – and she has discovered that a certain blue-eyed human will be aboard. She reacts strongly to this information, and Soval suggested that she meditate to recover her equilibrium.

Now, we skip ahead a little, to join T’Pol at the entrance to Captain Archer’s Ready Room, where she will formally begin her new assignment.

Here’s the standard disclaimer. I don’t own them; I don’t make money from them; I just love them, and I tell the stories they give me as well as I can.

WIPpet Math:

  • Today is May 24, 2017.

  • I have 6 paragraphs for you today. I added the digits of the day.

Old Scars; New Urgency

T’Pol stood at the door to the chamber the Terrans identified as the Captain’s Ready Room, listening. She heard Jonathan Archer’s voice within, the words indistinct. He didn’t want her on this mission. At their only previous meeting, less than a Terran day ago, he professed a desire to cause her bodily harm when she answered his question in a logical manner. This meeting was unlikely to be a significant improvement, as regarded her new commanding officer.

She breathed deeply, although the odor of humans was strongly layered over other unfamiliar and unpleasant scents. Illogical, perhaps, to have foregone the nasal numbing agent she had been prescribed, but there were reasons that went beyond logic, and could not be explained by it.

Her fingertips quivered, the old scars from the flame pulsing with new urgency, as she found the one olfactory signature that brought pleasure, reminding her of that long-ago flame, and the nectar. He was here, on the other side of this barrier.

Yearning tightened the muscles in her legs in preparation for forward locomotion. Yet she wouldn’t allow the action, instead taking three slow, deep breaths, holding, then releasing. Her physical response to this man was most potent. She would need her full measure of control to deal with the missions – both Enterprise’s stated purpose, and that which she had been assigned by the High Command.

Kaiidth. She would do as she must, and adhere to the directives she’d been given. It was her duty. It was what logic demanded of her. She must set aside the nectar, the flame, and the human man with eyes the color of his world’s sky, the engineer called Trip, but whose name was Charles Tucker the Third.

And still, her fingers trembled, and the scars pulsed in time with her accelerated circulatory activity.
 

Why are T’Pol’s fingers trembling?

What flame caused her scars?
Will she be able to protect Enterprise and her human crew?

What (or who?) awaits her on the other side of the door?

Any guesses?

If you enjoyed this snippet, and want something more before next Wednesday, you can pop over to my fanfiction.net page, or go directly to my brand-new Story A Day May drabbles  – a loosely-connected serial of bite-sized, 100 word stories written to prompts and fan prompt words.

Read one, all, or anywhere in between – these are the seeds of longer stories to come, and each one has its own tiny little twist.

And, as always, clicking the little blue froggy above will carry you on to other WIPpet offerings from our talented and diverse group of writerly folks. You can even add your own date-related excerpt if you’re so inclined!
 

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“Why Are We All Alone?”: #WeWriWa #8Sunday

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors’ Eight Sentence Sunday!

It’s the weekly hop for everyone who loves to write! We’ve got a variety of genres and talented writers just waiting for you to come sample their wordy wares. Come read one, or all!

If you’re inclined to share your own 8-10 sentence snippet, follow the link and sign up. It’s a great community to be a part of! =D

“Monday Morning Coffee” has been with me since I was sixteen. A local boy with schizophrenia wandered away from his family at a large outdoor event. Several days later, he was found, deceased.

From that story came this one – the connection might not be clear to anyone but me – but it’s there.

Context:

Rose has something important to say to Jeremy.

Why Are We All Alone?”

He swallows, and makes a sound like the one he made when he first sipped the latte. The stubble of unshaved skin is sensual in a way that sends the warmth lower than my belly, now, so that I squirm a little on the chill metal bench. His pulse jumps beneath my fingers, like it wants to climb inside me, and I tense my muscles to hold back from kissing him. “Jeremy, you are as human as anyone else here.” I gesture with my free hand, but hold his gaze.

“Then why are we all alone here, kind Rose? Why do they all look through me or past me, or at me as though I’m dog droppings on their shoes?”

“Maybe because you’re more human than they are,” I choke out, fiercely.

How will Jeremy respond to Rose’s answer?
What is happening between them?
Can there possibly be a future here?

Any guesses you’d like to share?

Monday Morning Coffee” was originally published in the 2015 edition of World Unknown Review,  edited by L.S. Engler.  Since I retain all rights beyond first publication, I intend to revise the story as needed, and use it as my inaugural self-publishing venture later in the year.

Find more #8Sunday here!

 

Posted in Blog Hops and Fests, Fan fiction, Star Trek: Enterprise, Weekly Features, WIPpet Wednesday, writing, writing prompts, Writing Sample

In Serious Danger for WIPpet Wednesday

Welcome to WIPpet Wednesday, a weekly blog hop which encourages writers to move WIPs (works-in-progress) to publication by posting excerpts related to the date.We’re led by the capable fingers and nimble mind of Emily Witt

Hello there, fellow WIPpeteers – and, to those just along for the ride – welcome! Hop in, get comfy…but don’t leave popcorn in the center seat!

So, the good news: While Story A Day May flash fiction and fan fiction drabbles are top priority this month, I’ve also added almost 1,500 words to my “dangling” fantasy epic volume, Foul Deeds Will Rise (Trueborn #2), which is nearing its climax and I have a better idea how and why that climax will play out.

In less good news, it’s been a bit of a rough week. My Accomplice and I argued, it’s been cold and damp, and Mother’s Day is around the corner (I love my children – all three of them. Being able to be part of only two of them growing into adulthood….that’s hard. Elijah would be almost 14 now – and it’s still hard. Sometimes the edges can be smoothed out, but the wound remains).

But enough about things that can’t be changed, so must be accepted as-is. On to the WIPpet.

You’re here for another installment of my soon-to-get-sassy-I-promise TnT fan fiction story, adapted from Humanity’s Enterprise. I’ve got a patchwork of stories, written in different styles, at different times, and for different projects – and I’m slowly figuring out how to pull them all together into a coherent whole that explores just how and why T’Pol was the one Vulcan chosen to accompany Enterprise NX-01 on her maiden voyage.
 

Recap:

T’Pol reacted strongly to an image of the human man named Trip – but will her uncontrolled response lead to her reassignment before she even reaches Enterprise?

Here’s the standard disclaimer. I don’t own them; I don’t make money from them; I just love them, and I tell the stories they give me as well as I can.

WIPpet Math:

 

  • Today is May 10, 2017.

  • I have 5 paragraphs for you today: the month subtracted from the day.

In Serious Danger

“I’m well.” T’Pol didn’t know whether this was true, but, logically, she couldn’t divulge her doubts, and certainly not the reasons. If Ambassador Soval learned of her past breaches of protocol on this world, she would likely be removed from her position at the Consulate, and certainly denied this posting to the Terran ship where he awaited her.

“Are you certain?” The fact of the question revealed a degree of doubt that her words were to be trusted. T’Pol must convince him she was indeed fit for duty; however, she couldn’t shift her focus from the screen. Emotions and memories surged and tangled, and she was in serious danger of revealing them outright.

T’Pol drew three centering breaths, holding each until she was certain she could control her autonomic response. “I’m certain, Ambassador.” She was still unable to meet her superior’s regard, but T’Pol held herself still under the inspection. If he concluded that she was unsuitable for this assignment, would there ever be another chance to encounter her human?

“Although the service is compulsory, Subcommander T’Pol, you still honor Vulcan in your willingness to accept this challenge. You are at liberty until your medical examination. Perhaps meditation will alleviate your unrest.”

“It is my honor to serve.” T’Pol struggled to control her relief. She turned and left, blue Terran eyes foremost in her mind.

Has T’Pol kept her secret?

Will meditation help?
What will happen when she gets to
Enterprise?

Any guesses?

If you enjoyed this snippet, and want something more before next Wednesday, you can pop over to my fanfiction.net page, or go directly to my brand-new Story A Day May drabbles  – a loosely-connected serial of bite-sized, 100 word stories written to prompts and fan prompt words.

Read one, all, or anywhere in between – these are the seeds of longer stories to come, and each one has its own tiny little twist.

And, as always, clicking the little blue froggy above will carry you on to other WIPpet offerings from our talented and diverse group of writerly folks. You can even add your own date-related excerpt if you’re so inclined!

Posted in "Monday Morning Coffee", Blog Hops and Fests, fantasy, Published Works, Short Stories, Weekend Writing Warriors, Weekly Features, writing, Writing Sample

“Like a Human?”: #WeWriWa #8Sunday

 

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors’ Eight Sentence Sunday!

It’s the weekly hop for everyone who loves to write! We’ve got a variety of genres and talented writers just waiting for you to come sample their wordy wares. Come read one, or all!

If you’re inclined to share your own 8-10 sentence snippet, follow the link and sign up. It’s a great community to be a part of! =D

I’ve been away for a couple of weeks – much as I try, I seem to get swallowed up in new projects, especially ones that are novel-length. I’ve also been very remiss in visiting and commenting…something I’m getting a gradual handle on, now that the insanity of April’s challenges is settling into the slightly saner one I’ve taken on for May.

But, all that said, it’s getting late, and I’d love to be able to make it onto the linky this week, so on we go!

“Monday Morning Coffee” has been with me since I was sixteen. A local boy with schizophrenia wandered away from his family at a large outdoor event. Several days later, he was found, deceased.

From that story came this one – the connection might not be clear to anyone but me – but it’s there.

Context:

Rose has just missed her train to be with Jeremy, who noticed and commented.

Like a Human?”

“There’ll be another – and you’re much more interesting than my job, Jeremy.” I hope he notices that I don’t say, ‘Lost Jeremy’.

His eyes are on the paper sculpture he’s creating – a rose, I think, but I don ‘t ask. “I’m glad you stayed. It’s been a very long time indeed since anyone has treated me like a human.”

Like a human?’” Tears gather at the back of my throat. Daring much, presuming more, I reach to his chin, lift and turn gently so he’s looking at me again.

Why is Rose upset by Jeremy’s words?
What is he making?
How will he react to Rose’s touch?

Any guesses you’d like to share?

Monday Morning Coffee” was originally published in the 2015 edition of World Unknown Review, edited by L.S. Engler.  Since I retain all rights beyond first publication, I intend to revise the story and add it to my backlist.

Read more #8sunday right here!

Posted in #STaD 2017, Fan fiction, Kifo Island Chroincles, Short Stories, Story a Day, The IDIC Romance, writing, writing prompts, Writing Sample

Writer’s Clue for #StaD May; Day Four

Hello there, and welcome to my Story a Day May “Show My Work” post! This is where I give you a sneak peek into how I’m creating two (very short, and very different) stories, every day this May. Yep, that’s right; less than 24 hours from my first reading of the prompt to a committed story, even if I’m not quite that fast at posting them!

Ready to read?

Well then, what are we waiting for?

Story A Day May 4 prompt,  by writer LJ Cohen. 

Let’s play Writer’s Clue! Stories are about a person in a place with a problem. We can use the basic structure (modified to inject conflict) from the game.

For this story, write about Mx [1. a non-gendered title, in case you’re wondering. Now I’m wondering how to pronounce it…].___________ in the _________ room with a __________.

You can choose ordinary places or objects, or magical ones, you can set your story in the past, present, or future. It doesn’t need to follow the plot structure of the game in that there’s a murder you are solving; this is just a way to give a story a kick start.

For example, from one of my stories: Ms. Ro Maldonado in the derelict ship’s bridge with a malfunctioning AI. Change any one of the choices, and you have a different story.

Main Project Premise:

  • Marilyn in the bathroom at her father’s house, with a zippered case and a pregnancy test.

Fleshing Out the Premise:

  • Seventeen year-old Marilyn Martin has just peed on a stick, and she has to wait three minutes to find out if her life has changed. Three minutes to feel sick with worry at everything that’s going to fall apart if she’s pregnant. Or… three minutes– just enough time for…

Favorite Bit of Three Minutes

She doesn’t want to set the stick down on the spotless, shining counter. She arranges the box so she can rest it there, and her fingers trail away, off to the zippered case that’s the only other thing in this room that truly belongs to her.

Standard disclaimer. I don’t own them, I don’t profit from them, but they insist on telling me their stories, so I’m sharing them with you.

Side Project Premise:

  • Trip Tucker at Jonathan Archer’s apartment with his sister Elizabeth, attempting to plot an escape.

Word List:

    Anonymous Donor:

    • stakeout
    • tart
    • handcuffs
    • SNAFU
    • tap dancing
    • spaceboot
    • proctologist
    • illicit
    • hogtied
    • genitalia

    Fleshing Out the Premise:

    • Trip Tucker has received a postcard purportedly from his Starfleet career, but which he knows is actually a not-so veiled attempted attack by one or more of his accusers. He wants to go to the named meeting place and pull the rug out from under that plan, but first, he’s got to get past his sister Elizabeth – which could very well prove much harder to accomplish.

    Favorite Bit of SNAFU” 

    “What’s this, Lizzie? A stakeout?”

    “The name’s Elizabeth.

    “Such a tart mouth – hey! What’s with the handcuffs?”

    To see this story in full, as it posts, visit my fanfiction.net page

    And, if you’d like to learn more about Julie Duffy  and Story A Day May, click the links and learn away!