November 2012 – Our Write Side

Somewhere in a blink of time blurred between the head and tail tumble of the air riding coin was my fate.  Enclosed in an elevator and escorted by a police officer, I had a feeling this wouldn’t end well. It was Christmas Eve and I’d been caught picking pockets during the annual Christmas parade. I wasn’t…

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Knowing it would be an acerbic pill to swallow, Jill looked out from the aerie, her halberd in hand in preparation for the stentorian opera that would announce the arrival of the golden eagle. They were sacred birds that brought rain, but only an eaglet could end the drought.  Jack lay dead at the bottom…

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We came on the wind of the carnival. It was by coincidence, but the townsfolk didn’t know that. They believed we were carnies, and nothing we did convinced them otherwise. We weren’t born gypsies, but we did follow the free-living style that gypsies preferred, and they hated us for it. They hated our colorful clothing,…

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I saw him standing there in front of the stained glass window, dark and brooding in his white robe, his shield and arrow raised. He was prepared to fight for the lost soul of the much loved teddy, stolen brutishly from little brother’s arms and dropped carelessly from the window of the swiftly moving car….

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The man in black fled across the desert, and the gunslinger followed. If she squinted just so, she could still make out the black speck on the horizon. She urged her horse on, loosened the reins to let him run, and kept her eyes ahead. A storm brewed behind her and she knew that the…

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My friend, Eric, wrote about books and reading over at Sinistral Scribblings today. I opened my email and Writer’s Digest is promoting a book called  How to Brainstorm and Develop Awesome Story Ideas. I laughed.  Ideas are never a shortage around here! Then, I got to wondering.  I have no books on the writing craft…

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Rain ran in rivulets down the window, matching the trail of tears cascading down Sienna’s drawn face. The raging storm outside was a perfect replica of the raging storm within her. She did not understand why Brennan had to die. It made no sense to her that one moment they were anxiously awaiting Charlotte’s arrival…

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The stairway glowed, calling his name, but Brennan knew it was lying. His was not a destiny towards heaven. His very real existence belonged with his soul, forever trapped and tormented in hell. His eyes tried to see beyond the light, catch sight of the figures he sold his soul for, his wife and child….

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Word of Cassie’s special talent spread around so fast, she needed two of herself  to handle it. She whipped up a batch of Miracle Grow, sprinkled it in with the sugar, spice, and everything nice, and molded it as fast as she could. She needed her clone fully grown by midnight under a starry sky….

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Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. That’s me releasing a very long sigh. I am currently 1 full day behind on my NaNo project, but with no other obligations today, I have full confidence that I will catch up, possibly surpass, today’s “quota.” I have to admit that I am just a little distracted today. I’m distracted by excitement. I’m…

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