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Deeper Than Thought for #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:


A shabbily dressed man returns kindness with kindness, and a connection has been forged.

Deeper Than Thought

The 6:53 pulls in – and he says, softly, “It’s time for you to go back to your own life, now, kind Rose.”

“Will I see you again, Jeremy? Please say yes!” I sound as breathless as the three girls chattering about Hunter and his dimple.

“Perhaps, dear Rose. Perhaps.” He leans in, wafting a faint note of cologne– another grace note; another mystery. I want to nuzzle him, to press against him, to offer myself to him. The desire runs deeper than thought, from hidden animal places within me.

Will Rose finally get on a train?

What will she do with the newspaper rose Jeremy made for her?

Is she going to tell him how she feels, and what she wants?

What’s next? 

Any guesses?

“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.

This week went a little topsy-turvy when I had a frightening car breakdown with my son in the passenger seat, but I’ve more or less recovered from the resultant chaos.

I’m moving #8sunday back to my blog – some folks are having a hard time commenting on my Squarespace website. Until I can figure out why this is happening, it’s better to move it to a place I know is working as it should (although I’m not exactly getting to comments as quickly as I should…this is an extremely busy time IRL – but I will get to them, as soon as I can.

Until then….

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“Hawks Eat Doves”: #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, or pick a few like leftover holiday memories….

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

It’s been a wild ride here, the last week. As I write this on Friday, it’s one week past my daughter’s twelfth birthday. Wednesday was our second child’s birthday, but since Elijah died when he was only 12 days old, it’s not the kind of birthday to celebrate; it’s more a time of reflection and remembrance…

Except that, this year, it was also the day that my Accomplice was fired from a job he’d had for nine years, because the owner of the restaurant he helped to create wanted to move in another direction, and hire his own son as chef.

We’re facing uncertainty, and looking at it as an opportunity to move in a different direction.

We’ll see where life carries us. In the meantime, here’s another serialized snippet from “A Splash of Red.”This surreal fantasy story is the child of my own life and dreams, with a generous dollop of imagery and a big dash of creative license. We’re getting close to the end, now, so things that have been mysteries will  become clearer…

More on the story after the eight-sentence snippet.

Context: A woman is attempting to win the trust of a little girl in a red dress, while hawks wheel above. We left last week with our focus on the child’s tentative  and aborted attempt to accept a small token offered by the woman.

Given the surrealism of the story, punctuation is a bit creative.

“Hawks Eat Doves”

“Are you – are we – a dove now? Are – our – children happy?”

A shadow covers the sun, falls upon us, and she shivers as the hawks give a cry of threat and hunger and jagged brokenness.

“We’ve grown into a dove. Our children are happy, and free, and their laughter is my – our – favorite music.”

The hawks lift higher, circling, silent, waiting, seeking vulnerable prey.

“Hawks eat doves.” She stares a challenge at me; then up at the hawks.

How will the woman answer the child’s challenge?

Will the hawks attack?

Are woman and child safe?

Next week may bring answers, or new questions!

Like what you read? Want more?

Previous “A Splash of Red” snippets:

 “A Splash of Red” was originally published in the 2014 inaugural edition of World Unknown Review,  which is edited by L.S. Engler. Since I retain all rights beyond first publication, I intend to revise the story and use it as my own initial self-publishing experiment.

That being said, I’d love any and all input and criticism you’re inclined to offer. Until then, may your week be delightful! =D

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Sun and Shadow: #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, or pick a few like leftover holiday memories….

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

Full disclosure: I posted this last week, but, when I went to add it to  the linky, I saw that it had already closed. It’s been a crazy week, and the next days are going to be busy and emotionally charged.  So, I’m sharing this here, and will move on from there – after next Wednesday, I’ll get a week or so of slightly less intense living before the kids and I go camping with fellow unschooling families, which is a yearly thing for us.

I haven’t been here since early last month! It wasn’t intentional; or not exactly intentional. First, there was a week where both of my children had social plans – and my son’s involved two 300 mile drives in four days. I don’t mind the driving, but it does take time and energy, and shifts the rhythms I live and write by.

And then there’s the writing. I’ve gone from April CampNaNoWriMo and Blogging from A-Z, to Story a Day May, to JuNoWriMo, and now, this year month, July CampNaNoWriMo and #WordHighJuly…

So, rather than sharing here, I’ve been writing things I might eventually share here, like this snippet from “A Splash of Red,” which I’m serializing here. This surreal fantasy story is the child of my own life and dreams, with a generous dollop of imagery and a big dash of creative license…we’re getting close to the end, now, so things that have been mysteries will maybe begin to come clear…or as clear as they will get, anyway.

More on the story after the nine-sentence snippet.

Context, such as it is…A woman is attempting to win the trust of a little girl in a red dress, while hawks wheel above. We left last week with the child’s question answered, and another asked – why did the woman used to hit her children, and yell at them? This week, finally, the woman gives an explantation.

Given the surrealism of the story, punctuation is a bit creative, so be warned!

Sun and Shadow

“Because I was a hawk, raised by hawks.”

“I am a hawk?” Hawklike, she circles, as she had before, watching me, watching the pebble in my hand.

“No,” I say, gently. “Not really. You are a dove who has to pretend she’s a hawk, to survive.”

She slows, then stops. Her hand reaches out, trembling, then retreats. Her lip quivers; her eyes are sun and shadow.

Will the girl overcome her resistance?

Is the woman’s explanation satisfactory?

Will the child be able to trust her?

Next week may bring more answers – and certainly more questions!

Previous “A Splash of Red” snippets:

Did you like what you read? “A Splash of Red” was originally published in the 2014 inaugural edition of World Unknown Review, which is edited by L.S. Engler. Since I retain all rights beyond first publication, I intend to revise the story and use it as my own initial self-publishing experiment.

That being said, I’d love any and all input and criticism you’re inclined to offer. Until then, may your week be delightful! =D

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“The Dreams That Took Me There”: #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, or pick a few like leftover holiday memories….

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 never made it here last week. A combination of showers of April challenges and a trip with the kids to visit friends in central New Jersey, five hours from our upstate New York home…oh, and Friday afternoon spent in train and subway riding, and a visit to the American Museum of Natural History, which was spectacular even if we stuck to the gems (for those Steven Universe fans in our group); human evolution (because it’s good to know where you come from); and animal evolution (for my wild-child daughter, almost 12, who loves wildlife, evolution, genetics, anatomy, dinosaurs, mastodont, and BONES!)

By the time I remembered to pull together a post, the list was long since closed, and I think I was headed north on the New Jersey Turnpike with a full belly from Sunday dinner, a full heart from time with dear friends, and two sleeping children.

 

So, here we are again…a week later, and it’s Friday. I’m typing from my bed, next to an open window that’s bringing me a cool spring breeze, sunshine, and birdsong. The children, nocturnal this week, are asleep still. It’s calm, and time for my next snippet fromA Splash of Red” , which I’m serializing here. This surreal fantasy story is the child of my own life and dreams, with a generous dollop of imagery and a big dash of creative license…

More on the story after the nine-sentence snippet.

Context, such as it is…A woman is attempting to win the trust of a little girl in a red dress, while hawks wheel above. She’s found a talisman of sorts, and a boulder that sparks memories they share.
Given the surrealism of the story, punctuation is a bit creative, so be warned!

“The Dreams That Took Me There”

“No. I didn’t steal them. I wouldn’t. They’re yours. They always have been. You dreamed the dream of bison, and the desert, and the ocean. You dreamed the dreams that took me there.”

She uncurls from her lair, hawks still in her eyes, but now, too, the bison, and sharp-scented sage, the rhythm of the waves, heard and felt in the darkness..I can feel her, and I open, inviting her in –

The hawks go silent, but still they wheel in the hopeful sky, their feathers brighter than changing leaves.

 

How did the child’s dreams take the woman anywhere?

Can the woman give these places back to the child?

What do the hawks intend to do?

Come back next week; I may have answers…

And I will certainly ask more questions!

Previous “A Splash of Red” snippets:

Did you like what you read? “A Splash of Red” was originally published in the 2014 inaugural edition of World Unknown Review,  which is edited by L.S. Engler. Since I retain all rights beyond first publication, I intend to revise the story and use it as my own initial self-publishing experiment.

That being said, I’d love any and all input and criticism you’re inclined to offer. Until then, may your week be delightful! =D

And as a special thank-you for my readers, I’ve been participating in the Blogging From A-Z April Challenge. Boldly Go with me as I let Trip and T’Pol use me for their stories, all month long – and if you want even more strange new worlds, you can visit my newly-active page at fanfiction.net, as well!

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“You Took Them From Me”: #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, or pick a few like leftover holiday memories….

And, 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’m 1000 words into my April CampNaNoWriMo novel draftting, and my first main character is already speaking to me in a clear and surprising voice that seems just right for him. I’ve set him aside, for the time being, to do this post, but I’m itching to get back to him, and to get to know the other two people with whom he shares his story. As I type this on Friday afternoon, with all the things I need to do today swirling in my  head, my Blogging From A-Z Challenge,“A” post, Arachnid Nebula”, is up and ready for your reading pleasure. =) Wish I could say the same for the next 25 posts, but “B” is nearly ready, and the rest of the alphabet is in the dressing room, in various states of sheveldness.  It’ll all work out, although there may be some arms tangled in sleeves, poor fits, broken zippers, and bad color choices along the way!

Right now, though, it’s time for my next snippet from my serialized short story, “A Splash of Red”. This surreal fantasy story is the child of my own life and dreams, with a generous dollop of imagery and a big dash of creative license…

More on the story after the eight-sentence snippet.

Context, such as it is…A woman is attempting to win the trust of a little girl in a red dress, while hawks wheel above. She’s found a talisman of sorts, and a boulder that sparks memories they share.

Given the surrealism of the story, punctuation is a bit creative, so be warned!

“You Took Them From Me”

She tries to resist. I can feel her even before her clenched words come forth. “You took them from me. The buffalo; the desert, the ocean. You took them all, and you kept them for yourself. I dreamed them, and you – you stole them!”

The hawks wheel in the hopeful sky, in the truth of her words, vivid with sharp menace. They cry out, one echoing the other, and there is cruel laughter in it.

Why does the child think the woman stole buffalo, desert, and ocean?

Is she right?

Are the hawks laughing, and, if so, why?

Previous “A Splash of Red” snippets:

Come on back next week to find out more!

Did you like what you read? “A Splash of Red” was originally published in the 2014 inaugural edition of World Unknown Review,  which is edited by L.S. Engler. Since I retain all rights beyond first publication, I intend to revise the story and use it as my own initial self-publishing experiment.

That being said, I’d love any and all input and criticism you’re inclined to offer. Until then, may your week be delightful! =D

 

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The Truth of Buffalo: #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, or pick a few like leftover holiday memories….

And, 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’m nearly finished with my April CampNaNoWriMo novel plotting – and the characters are already informing me that some changes will need to be made. By the time you read this, I should have an open-ended scene by scene outline, and be just about ready to kick off my month of drafting.

I’m not so far along with the Blogging From A-Z Challenge, but that will be my primary focus once the plotting is wrapped up. Want to know what I’m planning? My Theme Reveal will answer all questions, and maybe make a few readers very happy…

But, enough of all that. Right now, it’s time for my next snippet from “A Splash of Red” , which I’m serializing here. This surreal fantasy story is the child of my own life and dreams, with a generous dollop of imagery and a big dash of creative license…

More on the story after the eight-sentence snippet.

Context, such as it is…A woman is attempting to win the trust of a little girl in a red dress, while hawks wheel above. She’s found a talisman of sorts, and wants to offer it to the child. But will the little girl in red let her get close enough to do that?

Given the surrealism of the story, punctuation is a bit creative, so be warned!

The Truth of Buffalo

She whimpers as she watches me come, still untrusting, but she waits for me. I wait for me. It’s long past time to end this waiting, this separateness, when I am grown from her as surely as she grew into me…

I crash-stagger to a glacial boulder, humped and furred in moss like the shoulders of a buffalo. I’ve seen bison, lived amongst them – but she had only the treasured story of Shag, the Plains buffalo, read and reread and imagined and longed for.

I lean on the bison-rock, nothing but air and ground between us now, and she peers at me, still crouched, still protecting all her soft, vital places – so that she can grow, and heal – so that she can become me, and I can grow and heal, too.

“I can give you the buffalo.” I whisper, and put the truth of buffalo in my mind – the way they look, the herd of a hundred, standing in the road, breath steaming in great plumes in frozen air, snow like thick confectioner’s sugar on their faces, their beards, their woolly humped backs, so much like this rock.

What is the truth of buffalo?

Will the little girl allow the gift?

Will there be healing?

And what about those hawks?

Come on back next week to find out more!

Previous “A Splash of Red” snippets:

Did you like what you read? “A Splash of Red” was originally published in the 2014 inaugural edition of World Unknown Review, which is edited by L.S. Engler. Since I retain all rights beyond first publication, I intend to revise the story and use it as my own initial self-publishing experiment.

That being said, I’d love any and all input and criticism you’re inclined to offer. Until then, may your week be delightful! =D

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“This Is My Heart”: #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, or pick a few like leftover holiday memories….

And, 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’m nearly done with the basic scene planning for my April CampNaNoWriMo novel. The story is becoming clearer, with its own heartbeat.  It’s not quite ready to be born – there’s still ordering the scenes, fleshing them out, and getting things organized before April 1. But I’m a lot closer, and feeling like I might be more ready than I’ve ever been to start writing.

 I’m also moving into a higher gear with my Blogging From A-Z Challenge stories, but I’m not ready to go into that just yet – I’m saving the specifics for the Theme Reveal Blog Hop, after all.

But, enough of all that. Right now, it’s time for my next snippet from “A Splash of Red” , which I’m serializing here. This surreal fantasy story is the child of my own life and dreams, with a generous dollop of imagery and a big dash of creative license…

More on the story after the nine-sentence snippet.

Context, such as it is…A woman is attempting to win the trust of a little girl in a red dress, while hawks wheel above…and she’s just spotted an unusual heart-shaped pebble nearly hidden beneath a leaf. We pick up from there:

Given the surrealism of the story, punctuation is a bit creative, so be warned!

“This Is My Heart”

I pick it up, to hold, to feel, to cling to. It has a chipped cleft that suggests brokenness, but it is otherwise whole, a mottled collage of blues and grays.

The hawk stops, lifts up and away, back to the hopeful sky.

“This is my heart – and yours, too.”

The words leap and streak across the space to her, over the hills and past the boulders, across my mind and into her soul – they are so strong that they leave sizzling afterimages, shaking me, reshaping her.

I feel the pebble in my hand and my soul, and know that I have to give it to the child I once was – something to bind us to one another, now and forever…

A protection the hawks can’t touch.

I get halfway up, talons and beaks of agony piercing my ankle, and I bite my lip hard enough to draw blood. I grab at a standing stump, then a tree, then a boulder, and another tree, dragging myself along, with the pebble clutched tight in my fist.

Is the pebble important?

Will the child flee again?

Have the hawks given up on them?

Can they heal together?

Come on back next week to find out more!

Previous “A Splash of Red” snippets:

Did you like what you read? “A Splash of Red” was originally published, in its entirety, in the 2014 inaugural edition of World Unknown Review, which is edited by L.S. Engler. Since I retain all rights beyond first publication, I intend to revise the story and use it as my own initial self-publishing experiment.

That being said, I’d love any and all input and criticism you’re inclined to offer. Until then, may your week be delightful! =D

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