Blog Flash Day #24: In The Woods

“Who are you?”  Miranda did not have to see his face to know he was smiling.  He brought his hands to his hood and started to reveal his face…
She came back to reality, still having a hard time catching her breath wishing she could remember his face.  She looked at her wrist, the scar seemed to burn brighter than the day it happened.  She realized she was still in the woods and it would be dark soon.  She grabbed her book and hurried to her feet, only a few steps from the willow she stopped…she was not alone.
(99 Words)

Five Sentence Fiction – Blush

Five Sentence Fiction – Blush
He had spent more time looking at her photograph than he wanted to admit, with every thought another question found its way into his head and with each passing second there was a new answer in its place all about his future…their future.  He had told her exactly how he felt in more ways than he thought possible, a feeling he did not even know existed before he looked into her beautiful blue eyes and she said the same words he had on his lips.  How much he cared, all the things about her that drove him crazy in every way possible from the good to the bad, the way she smiled to the way she cursed even though she would claim she never did.  He knew they both had left a lot unsaid, text messages or even a phone calls were not as good as a face to face and there was no turning away from how they felt.  He craved, even hungered to run his hand down the side of her face again, to touch her lips, to feel her small hands intertwined in his own; too see her blush and smile again just before they kissed. 
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Blog Flash Day #23: Cooking

“I was there the day you got the scar on your wrist trying to use a grill even though you were only ten.  I was there to ease your tears until I knew I had to leave, before your mother and uncle came home.  They would have been more aggressive in their attempts to hide you if they had known.  But you told them nothing of the man who bandaged your wrist.  The wrap even today you use to hide the scar in public.”
Miranda looked to her left wrist and the burn scar, then back to the man.
(99 Words)

Blog Flash Day #22: On Holiday

“I remember your mother, laying out on the beach and enjoying the sun while you played in the ocean.  I remember your tiny hands, as I gave you an ice cream cone.  Your mothers call when she realized you were no longer in sight.  Such smiles…such happiness…but look at you now.”
“Who are you?”
“Blood shot eyes from too many tears, lips that haven’t seen a genuine smile in a decade.  I have always been here, watching you.  Waiting for the time when you were the woman we thought you could be.”
(92 Words)

Five Sentence Fiction – Night

So I wrote this for a previous Five Sentence Fiction and thought it didn’t fit the word of that week (so didn’t use it)…but I think it fits for this one.  So here it is.
Five Sentence Fiction – Night
He sat looking out over the countryside, every voice in his head screamed at him for absurd reasons and the only thing that was certain they were all angry at him; he was more than just angry at himself, he was disappointed.  For the first time in years he had come here, to get away, not since his best friend left and still it felt like a betrayal after all this time, but he knew he needed to try something to fight at the depression clawing at his insides.  This was their place, the place they came to escape all the problems of the world and the one place where he knew he could find peace even though his partner could not be there; more than ever he missed the eager stare.  He could never remember feeling more lost and alone, with his back against some mythical wall and one of the voices in his head reassuring him it could only get better but even that was a lie; it could always get worse.  He forced a smile before he pulled himself off of the ground, it would already be dark before he would get home but he knew more than ever it was all up to him, to make the changes he knew he had to make to get by.
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Visual Dare: Minimal

He took a drink of his tea, it was more water than tea and the taste was horrible.  He took a seat in his chair looking at the blank canvas in front of him.  The paint tray and water at his side he could not even force a smile.  He had nothing; the bare apartment was not on his thoughts.  In his own mind, stuck in his thoughts there was nothing.  No motivation.  No inspiration. Only a wonder if there was something, someone out there for him.  The longing for more than the life he was stuck.
(97 Words)

Blog Flash Day #21: Night

Darkness fell over them just as they started to move towards her.  The moon disappeared behind the clouds.  She twisted, holding her swords waiting for any sudden attack but there were none.  They were gone again. 
“Life is a precious thing young Miranda.”
The voice was familiar to her but she was sure she had never heard it before.  She turned to see him, no weapon in site just as the others with his face covered by the hood of his cloak.
“You have grown so much since I last saw you, gone are the pigtails and braces.” 
(98 Words)

Blog Flash Day #20: Sports

                     
Miranda turned quickly holding her blade up, she didn’t have to see him as she heard the body of the other collapse to the ground.  The full moon appeared from behind the clouds as she held her arms high, her eyes nearly closed as she surveyed the darkness.  The laughter had stopped and she could see clearly as two more stepped into view.  Weapons held high, faces hidden by hoods.  The next to enter the only sport she ever learned how to play.  She stalked forward, twirled the blade high keeping both in front of her waiting for their move.
(100 Words)

Be Inspired Blog Hop… The Ulysses

Be Inspired Blog Hop…  The Ulysses
So, I am only like four months behind on this or something like that.  Was tagged in this blog hop by Ruth Long at Bullish Ink…  I have also decided I may do this a couple more times for my other current works in progress as well.  We will see. 
So, here’s the plan:
1.  Answer the following ten questions about a current WIP.
2.  Tag five other writers and link their blogs so we can all hop over and read their answers. 
It’s that simple.
Now for the questions:
1.) What is the title of your book?   The Ulysses

2.) Where did the idea for the book come from? Through out 2011 I attempted to plot and write three other Steampunk novels and none of the three went anywhere.  After a somewhat goofy conversation with another writer friend (Lillie) of mine about transporters, time travel, and some other stuff.  I guess she inspired me, as started to write and plot Ulysses that very night.  And once I got started I just didn’t seem to stop until I had a rough draft done.

3.) What genre would your book fall under? Alternative History/Steampunk

4.) Which actors would you choose to play your characters in a movie rendition?

Mia Ezekiel – The main character and was the hardest for me to find an actress who could play the tough guardian, and through my limited exposure to Tamara Feldman I believe she could pull it off.
Julian Bastion –  from the beginning I pictured the some what harsh captain of the Ulysses as being played by Clancy Brown.  And considering he wears a bronzed mask to hide a scar on his face, Brown’s voice is perfect for the character.
Gareth – The mysterious man who no one seems to know much about.  Really there is only one choice to play Gareth, Jason Momoa (Stargate Atlantis, Game of Thrones, Conan)

Rodney Stone – Mark Boone Junior, the somewhat gently brute of a short stature.  MBJ would be perfect for the role.
William Beck – the brilliant engineer and pilot of the Ulysses.  It was another case of the voice of rapper/actor Common was a great fit for the character.
Kent Hardy – Another mysterious character with connections to most of the other characters.  Norman Reedus would be perfect for the role.
Sophia Hope – 


5.) What is the one-sentence synopsis of your book? On maiden voyage of the airship the Ulysses, Mia Ezekiel is tasked with being the guardian of young Sophia, what should be an easy task becomes harder when she learns someone on the skeleton crew is there to do harm to the young girl.

6.) Is your book published or represented? No/No

7.) How long did it take you to write? Still in rough draft form but I wrote it over the last two months of 2011, attacking it like I do my NaNoWriMo projects.  My goal was to just get it written.  I had hoped to get it to some sort of polished condition this year but I haven’t been as focused with editing as I would like to be.

8.) What other books within your genre would you compare it to? 

 9.) Which authors inspired you to write this book?  Wasn’t really inspired by any other books or writers as much as the Steampunk genre in general.  Going to conventions and seeing all the amazing costumes some people do, it made me want to sit down and write it.

10.) Tell us anything else that might pique our interest in your book?  Filled with mystery, passion, suspense and action.  Hope to keep you on the edge of your seat and intrigued by all the characters on the maiden voyage of the Ulysses. 

Sneak Peak:
November, 1876
Mia leaned over the railing, sun on her face, brittle cold air biting at her exposed golden skin. Her raspberry lips formed a satisfied smile for the first time in longer than she would care to admit.  This was more than she expected when the messenger appeared one frosty morning on her door step with a chance to leave her lonely home. She was ready to leave the ghosts behind. Nothing prepared her for this journey; she remembered the first moment she saw the vessel. 
In a field north of the capital, the first of its kind, the Ulysses looked like the hull of a normal ship, but at four stories and four thousand square foot it took nearly four years to complete construction.  None whose sweat and blood went into the machine’s building thought they would see the day it would propel itself from the ground. The cheers were heard even over the ship’s roaring engines. 
Meant for a fifteen man crew, barely a skeleton crew, but six dropped from the venture after the preacher refused to acknowledge a ‘godless abomination.’  Instead of replacing the missing bodies, the Captain pressed forward, determined to keep his schedule.
The brain child of Hamilton Bastion, a man who was not present on the maiden voyage, his brother Julian would take his place, a former captain in the war between brothers.  Once Mia had accepted the assignment to accompany the crew, she was surprised to see the Bastion signature on the letter of intent beside the president’s own signature. 
Mia’s history with the captain made her curious about being chosen for this assignment, Hamilton had hand-picked her to accompany his niece, Sophia Hope, to join her mother in California. Mia could not turn down this job. She hoped to seek an audience with Hamiltonbefore their departure, but he sent word he would meet with her on her return to Washington,
Mia found herself thinking about it all, now as she tried to escape the sweat raged interior of the Ulysses.  Steam engines heating the lower deck made Mia’s first night aboard a sleepless one.  The steam filled the large leather layered balloon over the ship’s body, powering the propellers
 The letter now in her hand told the true reasons why she was picked for the journey.  More than to look over a young girl, she was to protect her from any harm.  “TRUST NO ONE,” the last words screamed out at her.  Keep Bastion’s niece safe until they took port in California. Once the little child was safely in her mother’s arms, Mia would be paid handsomely.  She wanted Bastion’s attention and knowledge more than any payment he could offer. For now, she worried about the young ward and the cryptic letter which set every hair on edge.
Mia’s hair was black as the feathers of a crow, set in a faux hawk. A few loose strands of hair floated wildly around the back of her neck.  A thick streak of red paint stretched across her eyes to her ears and two black ones rested on each cheek.
Her hands, bound in fingerless black leather gloves gripped the black iron railing; the rest of her arms were bare to her shoulders, with the exception of tight fishnet stocking gloves. Two leather necklaces hung around her neck creased with age and wear, one with a small white feather secured to the end, tickling her skin. A black corset and bustle, over her white blouse,at times caused an awkward pain when she took a deep breath.  A loose black pinstriped vest hand sewn straps held her weapon of choice a hefty tomahawk. It was one of the few weapons permitted on the Ulysses, by order of the President. She was one of only two people on the ship permitted to carry a firearm of any sort.  She felt the small single shell pistol in her garter, a weapon much harder to retrieve. The cool touch of steel on her thigh often sent a chill up her back when she least expected it.  
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Blog Flash Day #19: Fireworks

Blog Flash Day #19:  Fireworks                     
                                                                  
Strike after strike, sparks flew from their blades like fireworks but Miranda gave herself to the animal within, she moved forward.  Pressing her opponent around each tombstone, further into the black, his face hidden under the cloak it was a wonder he could see her.  But with each strike his blade was there to block hers as swift as hers was to stop his.  She could hear the laughter; it was not from her opponent but from the darkness all around them.  Mocking, waiting for her to make a mistake, until she felt her blade strike something other than steel….
(100 Words)