Tag: snippet

  • Odd Prompts; Djinn

    Odd Prompts; Djinn

    This is a snippet of a short story which I plan to publish shortly Available Now! under my penname, Lilania Begley. *** “Oh no, here it comes again.” “What?” He sounded confused. Which made sense, as he was under the vehicle and she was in it, staring out at the dusty landscape. “That dust devil.…

  • Odd Prompts: Slice of Pie

    Odd Prompts: Slice of Pie

    If you’ve read my story in He Was Dead When I Got There, you’ll recognize the setting and a couple of characters. This is set in my Bluehills series, which will be released under my romance penname, Lilania Begley. *** Coffee and pie in hand, she stepped back out of the kitchen. She’d gotten halfway…

  • Odd Prompts: Strange New World

    Odd Prompts: Strange New World

    Two things: my site was down for a few days, I am sorry for any inconvenience. Should be good now, but don’t hesitate to let me know if something isn’t right. The host I’m using until January has been starting to tinker with the backend. Looking for hosting… And likely moving a lot of the…

  • Odd Prompts: Design of Ages

    Odd Prompts: Design of Ages

      A very short snip of nothing in particular, but I did get something written.  *** “Despite being warned, the child continued to stack block on top of block.”  She followed the direction of Dr. Brown’s gaze. He was staring up at the alien architecture that crawled up the side of the cliffs.  “What?” Jenny…

  • Odd Prompts: Committing Commerce

    Odd Prompts: Committing Commerce

    A snippet from the WIP. Context for the curious is the world of Cannon Publishing’s Fae Wars.  *** “When the world hands you lemons,” He grunted under the effort of lifting his end of the wooden crate. It smelled faintly of petroleum products and was so roughly finished he was grateful for the protection of…

  • Odd Prompts: Slither

    Odd Prompts: Slither

    “Your turn to roll.”  The alien who was holding out the cup to her was inscrutable. She really didn’t know if that was a smile – was it even a face? The cup, at least, was a familiar item. Styrofoam, the sort used to hold a quick-heat soup long enough for consumption without burning one’s…

  • Odd Prompts: The Mad Botanist

    Odd Prompts: The Mad Botanist

    This is a snip of a project, spawned from two prompts. One was given to me by a friend when I whined about being ‘stuck’ for ideas. The other is a spare prompt from MOTE. I hope you enjoy!  *** We all knew a blue-white flash meant we’d be dead, and likely wishing we were…

  • Odd Prompts: Snip

    Odd Prompts: Snip

    This isn’t anything just yet. Maybe later it will become more.  *** “Who did this?” He gently picked up one of the tiny birds.  “I have no idea. I haven’t seen anyone down there.”  He put it back in her hand and looked around. The world was washed clean of the summer’s dust by the…

  • Odd prompts: Adrift

    Odd prompts: Adrift

    The ship was not still, but at least it was no longer under power. The relentless drive had been silenced, and the marines hung silently in the cargo bay, bunched up with attention pointed outward. Not weapons, with no signs of life or movement, just aware of their surroundings. The comms woke up.  “Engine is…

  • Odd Prompts: The Holly and the Ivy

    Odd Prompts: The Holly and the Ivy

    A snippet from Special Delivery *** Bonnie found that walking down the long driveway to check the mail was a good way to get out of the house and stretch her legs every day. Her garden was dormant and peaceful under it’s light blanket of snow, but she was still restless. Six days a week,…

  • Odd Prompts: Haunted

    Odd Prompts: Haunted

    The mouse fitted into his hand poorly, the size of it subtly wrong, the arc leaving too much room for his palm, so he had to tense muscles he shouldn’t to manipulate it. It was just one more droplet into the pool of rage growing within him. He clicked on the tiny x to close…

  • Odd Prompts: Moonlight

    Odd Prompts: Moonlight

      This is a snippet from the middle of a short story I’m working on.  *** “I have a story to tell you.” Mona sat on the steps to their trailer. Beth looked up at her. She’d plopped down on the ground, crosslegged, as soon as Mona had gestured for her. The stamp collector, looking…