3 x 3 Sentence fics (17th July)

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Another scheduled post on the theme of 3 sentence fics for #writingwednesday! Hope you’re having a good one!

 

drama

“When I said less drama, more llama, I meant it in the metaphorical sense.”

“So….”

“So I didn’t expect to come home to find a llama grazing in the garden!”

 

caress

Over the concrete promenade, up the rough cut steps, following the steeper trail up the hill. Pause at the crest to watch the sun as it dips into the ocean. Welcome the sea breeze caresses as the day turns into night.

 

unexpected

“What noise do ducks make?” she asked the toddler who was clutching her finger in his fist as they stood at the edge of the water.

“Quack!”

The nearby mallard gave her a sideways glance and said, “Meow.”

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3 x 3 Sentence fics (10th July)

For #writingwednesday, 3 x 3 sentence fics based on prompts found at 300+ One-Word Writing Prompts by Michael Kwan at freelance-writing.

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Melody

The happy couples moved around the dance floor and he watched, enjoying the music.

“Dance with me?” Ben asked, holding out one hand.

He hesitated only a moment before accepting, letting Ben hold him close as they swayed to the melody, ignoring what anyone else in his family might think.

 

Family

“Ben’s cute,” she said, nudging her brother as they took the air outside, his jacket draped around her shoulder. She smiled, adding, “I think we share the same taste in men.”

He laughed, relieved at her easy acceptance of this part of his life, and said, “He’s mine, sis!”

 

Laughter

“Why are you laughing when I have you both at my mercy?” the villain asked, frowning, while the resistance leader, in chains next to the laughing man, was just as perplexed.

The anti-hero lifted his now free hands, a blade clutched in one, saying, “You don’t know me but I know how, after your adviser hired me to carry out an assassination, you ordered my murder. I survived and joined the resistance, let us get captured for this opportunity, the moment I finally take my revenge.”

 

3 x 3 sentence fics for July 3rd

For #writingwednesday, 3 x 3 sentence fics based on prompts found at 300+ One-Word Writing Prompts by Michael Kwan.

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Peace

The moon was full, the sky cloudless, the stars clear out here in the countryside. He took a deep breath of the cool night air. This was what he needed, a moment of peace.

Tenacious

The young girl picked herself up, dusted off her hands. She stood up the bike and climbed back on. Her mother smiled as the girl cycled all the way down the path this time.

Impress

“I’m not easy to impress, but you’ve succeeded.”

“So I’ve got the job?”

“No…I have something better in mind for someone with your talent.”

 

Fic snippet:Comfort

For this week’s #writingwednesday here’s a fic snippet looking at the developing relationship between Bryony and Emeri in the WiP: Sorceress Apprentice.

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Emeri knocked on the bedroom door, though it was open. Bryony turned to face him.

“When you’ve finished with that book,” he said, “I thought you might like to read this one, The Prince and Princess of Pandark.” He proffered a green leather book with gilt-edged pages. “One of my favourites. I warn you the first chapter is very slow. You can skim through it without missing much plot though, and the second chapter is where the action begins and doesn’t let up. I think you’ll find the ending very satisfying.”

She took the book. “Thank you.”

On impulse she leaned up and kissed his cheek. He gave her a look she couldn’t immediately interpret. She wished she were better at reading people, or that Emeri were easier to read.

“Was that wrong?” she asked when he didn’t move or speak.

He shook his head. “No.” He paused before he added, “Only unexpected.”

She placed the book on the bed to free up her hands, so that she could take his hand in hers. “We touch often,” she said, and her brain raced ahead, trying to make sense of things that were only making themselves apparent now. Every hug, every hand-holding, every caress had been for comfort. “But only when we’re hurting.”

When he was hurting. When she’d held him while he wept, for example

“I don’t want that. I want us to be happy, whenever we can be, and I don’t think being happy should make us less – ”

Damn, damn, what words did she need? She read voraciously, that was where she’d learnt the word voraciously, she knew hundreds or thousands of words. Yet so often when she opened her mouth it was as if she was five years old again, reduced to babbling trite phrases and lacking the vocabulary to fully express herself.

Emeri was still waiting for her to finish her thought.

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fic snippet: Distinctions

For this week’s #writingwednesday and in honour of Pride Month, a snippet from fantasy drama wip: Juliet where the protagonist’s daughter, Sophia, and the antagonist’s daughter, Iona, bond on their sea voyage and discuss the ways their two cultures approach sexuality.

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Aron took a coin from his pocket and flipped into the waves below. “For the sea gods. May they keep my kjaereste safe, back home.” He reached into his pocket and produced two more tiny copper discs, insisting the women take them. He placed a hand on his shoulder, inclined his head, and walked away.
Sophia held the coin tightly in her hand, thinking of her mother, of Sean, of her friends Evjor and Jeanne, of her cellmate, Valarie. She tossed the coin into the ocean, praying they stayed safe.
Iona rubbed at the copper. “I have no family I want to wish for. So instead I will pray the gods watch over those my mother has wronged.” Her coin too went into the waves. She stared after it for a while and then shivered.
“Let’s go back below,” Sophia said, putting one hand on Iona’s arm. As they walked she said, “What does it mean? Aron’s…sh— sha…”
Kjaereste? It’s your beloved. Your darling. Your boyfriend or girlfriend.”
Sophia attempted the pronunciation a few times until Iona laughed and said she’d got it perfect. “It’s a nice word,” Sophia said, glowing with pride. It was nicer that Iona’s people were so open about relationships beyond a man and his obedient wife.
They went to Iona’s cabin and Iona sat on the bed, Sophia taking the chair.
“You speak the language fluently.”
Iona nodded. “My father thought it important for me to learn about my heritage. I can see how it’s difficult though, if you try to learn it as an adult.”
Sophia leaned back in the chair. “I’d like to try and learn a few words.”
“Here’s one you are probably already familiar with. Elskeravkvinner. A woman who loves women.” Iona gave a sly smile.
Sophia knew they’d become close, but they’d never discussed what she was now sure was a mutual attraction. “I’m not El— Es…I will learn to pronounce it correctly, I promise, but that’s not me. Not entirely.”
Iona, who’d become despondent at the declaration tipped her head. “What do you mean?”
“I am a woman who loves men and women. I’ve dated young men. I still find men attractive. I like to look at women but I’ve never found one I felt…desire for. Until now.” She lowered her gaze. “Anyway, I don’t know what I am, what the word is. Or the word for those like Sean, who desire no-one.”
Iona patted the bed. “Come and sit with me. I don’t know those words either. Maybe we need new words. Or maybe we don’t need to make distinctions.”
Sophia sat next to Iona and Iona leaned her head on Sophia’s shoulder. “There are distinctions. Men, women, princess, peasant. They matter.”
Iona put one hand on Sophia’s knee. “Not so much as you think.” She kissed Sophia’s cheek. Sophia turned her head. Iona gave her an encouraging look and Sophia leaned in. Their lips met.

Writing prompt/challenge

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Sometimes I choose a theme or style for the writing I’m going to post each month. I’ve written 3 sentence fic, drabbles, and this month, double drabbles (200 words).

Since this is Wednesday #5 of the month, for this week’s #writingwednesday I’m giving you a challenge.

Write one flash fiction/fanfic/poem that is one of these:
1) 3 sentences
2) 100 words (exact drabble)
3) 200 words (double drabble)

and relates to one or more of the following:
1) seasons/nature
2) gratitude/thankfulness
3) magic/wish

and for “bonus points” (there are no actual points!) use one of the following:
1) write all dialogue
2) write without using dialogue
3) write so that the first part is the opposite of the second part (eg sun/moon, night/day, despair/hope)

Example: 3 sentences, thankfulness, no dialogue

She couldn’t sleep, restless as she tossed and turned, the night heavy and oppressive. The long dark before the dawn weighed on her, body and soul. When the sun rose she gave thanks, and stepped out into the light.

 

 

Poem: Equal and Opposite

A double drabble (200 words) prose poem

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I worship the sun, bask in the life giving rays
the light brings growth, and also casts welcome shade
Reborn at the winter solstice, bringing new hope
Peaking at the summer solstice in full glory
The seasons turn, spring to summer, autumn to winter
Endless and enduring
The sun is fire and solar winds, creative and inspired
The nineteenth tarot card, sign of good fortune
Ruler of the day, rising in the east and setting the west
Helios, Apollo, Lugh, Amaterasu

I worship the moon, bathe in the life affirming rays
there is beauty in darkness, and light in the dark
Reborn at the dark moon each month, unseen but present
Peaking at the full moon, in all her glory
The month turns, waxing to full, waning to dark moon
Endless and enduring
The moon is of earth and brings the tides, reflective and empathic
The eighteenth tarot card, illusion and hidden truths
Ruler of the night, rising in the east and setting in the west
Artemis, Cerridwen, Hecate, Thoth

I acknowledge the turning of the day, the month, the year
There is a time for action and for rest
A place for opposites and the middle ground between them

Notes and selected sources

There are many deities associated with the sun and moon, some more accepted than others, for example some see Lugh as a storm god rather than a sun god.
https://www.thoughtco.com/sun-gods-and-sun-goddesses-121167
https://www.learnreligions.com/lunar-deities-2562404

The moon rises in the east but “however, depending on the phase of the Moon and the time of the year, the rising might actually occur in the east-northeast or east-southeast, and the setting might take place in the west-northwest or west-southwest.” https://www.farmersalmanac.com/does-the-moon-rise-in-the-east-2782

Tarot cards
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Moon_(Tarot_card)
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Sun_(Tarot_card)

 

Double Drabble: A Historical Tale

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200 words. A fourth wall breaking tale of history vs historical fiction

 

The admiral strode onto the deck where the men were fighting with swords and fists, and smoke from the earlier cannon fire and muskets still filled the air.

“We meet again at last,” said the protagonist. He’d been waiting sixteen chapters for this showdown.

The admiral smirked and drew his weapon, cold steel to match his cold demeanour. “Indeed.”

They exchanged blows. The admiral had, canonically and historically, been trained in sword fighting since he was nine years old. The protagonist had only spent chapter nine learning these moves but as the POV character had plot on his side and this battle was the pinnacle of his story arc, his quest for justice or at least revenge.

The tide turned, at least on board the vessel, if not the choppy waves below. The protagonist’s men were winning. The sun appeared from behind the clouds, symbolic of his impending victory.

The protagonist disarmed the weary admiral, held his blade against the man’s throat, a reversal of their first meeting.

“You can’t kill me,” the admiral gloated. “History doesn’t lie! I die years from here, in  a duel.”

The protagonist laughed. “This isn’t a documentary,” he said, and slit the man’s throat.

 

Double Drabble:Gratitude

A double drabble (200 words) on the theme of giving thanks.

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To attract more good into your life, first give gratitude for what you have. She’s taken this to heart and spends a few minutes each night and each morning giving thanks.

Today she stands in the garden, giving thanks for that private green space. She’s thankful for her hot coffee. The mug clasped in her hands was a birthday gift from her friend and she’s thankful for friendship.

She’s thankful for the warm sun on her face. Thankful that it will dry her laundry, and thankful for her favourite t-shirt which is blowing in the breeze.

A blackbird hops across the lawn, pecking at the scattered birdseed, and she gives thanks for the wildlife that visits her each day. She always enjoys watching the birds, butterflies, and bees.

Soon she’ll go indoors and check her phone, and she’s thankful for how easily she can keep in touch with family and friends. Then reply to any work emails – and she’s thankful for her job. Later she’ll get milk from the local store and she’s grateful for having the money to buy what she needs.

She finishes her drink, gives one more heartfelt thank you for all her blessings, and goes inside.

Double Drabble: The Journey

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The Journey; 200 words exactly

A five minute walk to the bus stop where she waits seven minutes. An hour’s ride to the station where there’s a slight delay to her first train.

That train takes her out of the city but not all the way. She changes trains in Devon, the rail journey taking over six hours before she arrives at Hayle.

She’s travelling alone out of necessity, and she’s anxious every minute but she needs this, this place, this restorative experience.

She shoulders her backpack and begins to walk the rest of the way, following the South West Coast Path. It’s one more mile to the beach; after the distance she’s come that’s nothing and yet she cannot wait to reach the shore.

Her heart lifts as she sees the waves glistening in the sun, hears the seagulls cry as they soar across the blue sky. She smells the seaweed and her steps become lighter as she heads for the water.

She drops her backpack into the soft sand, pulls off her shoes and socks.

One step, two step, sea!

She gives a deep sigh as the saltwater washes over her bare feet. She feels at peace for the first time in forever.