Steven Paul Watson, Author

Yearning for Wonderland Flash Fiction Contest: 3 A.M.

“Never again!”

I said it the night before as well and here I am. Awake at 3 a.m. reaching for the empty bottle, “Why is the Rum always gone?” I smile at my own terrible joke, even laugh out loud. I hate this feeling, this emptiness. I moved up here to the middle of nowhere to escape my life but she haunts my dreams. I feel my small dinner raging a war in my stomach with the alcohol forcing me to move from the uncomfortable couch. I creep to the porch with its rotted banister and steps; the swing isn’t safe to sit in, I may fix it next week.

I am studying the darkness when I hear it. A song on the wind, soft and delicate but I can’t make out the words. A mile from the nearest neighbor… “I have a gun.” I do but don’t remember where. I take a dozen steps from the porch and see her, moving toward me and the snow has started to circle us as she is close enough to touch. I know this has to be a dream.

I can’t stop my eyes from examining every inch of her naked body though she says nothing, only smiles. Her skin is soft and warm I don’t need to touch to know. Wondrous wild raven hair, perfect breasts, full lips, beautiful green eyes and wings…

Wings…she has WINGS.

Thin and transparent the shape of a butterfly’s, the snow bounces softly from them as they flutter in their purple brilliance. I bite my lower lip wanting to touch her more than ever. I can’t see them move but hear them, they distract me from her perfect body and everything I should be fearful of…

…her teeth…
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Six Sentence Sunday : Howling Moon

I do not own the rights to the photo but thought it was very cool. This weeks Six Sentence Sunday is from my werewolf novel Howling Moon. Still working on editing it, but hope you enjoy.

She could hear it stir behind her no rush in its movement as it stalked its quarry. Emily’s face soaked with tears, mud and sweat as she stumbled to the road, for a brief moment she tried to run. A few steps into her sprint she fell to the hard rough pavement with a thud jarring her entire body. “Why,” she muttered, she wasn’t sure if she even made a sound beyond a whimper.

Her side still ached; she ran a hand down and could feel the sticky wet texture on her clothing. She did not have to see it to know it was her own blood from a bite sending a shrill scream to escape her lungs.

Five Sentence Fiction – Shiver

He could still feel the pain from the bite, the shiver of anxiety over took him as he looked at the discolored wound on his hand. A cold sweat started to drift down his forehead, vision blurred, and stomach churned as he felt his hard earned meal unsettle. He looked at the others, his friends, dear sweet Meghan and a new pain gnawed at Dyson, heartache. He hurried to Meghan’s side and quickly pulled her into his grasp, kissed her lips softly as he gazed into her blossoming green eyes with his best forced smile. His eyes swelled, his lips parted to speak words of warning, it was then he knew what he had to do.

For more Five Sentence Fiction check out Lillie McFerrin’s blog.

Six Sentence Sunday

I figured I would join in on the fun, and each Sunday in February (or maybe more, haven’t decided) I will post six sentences from one of my current works in progress. This week comes from my Steampunk novel, the Ulysses.

Hair black as the feathers of a crow, set in a faux hawk, Mia perfected the traditional style of her Cherokee ancestry every morning. A few lose strands of hair still floated wildly around the back of her neck. It was never easy to capture her shoulder length hair alone for the time consuming process. Her dark brown eyes glared out into the openness which was the reason for her smile. Everything looked at peace so high above the world. War paint, once it would have intimidated those she face now lost its effect with her clothing, a thick streak of red paint stretched across her eyes to her ears and two black of finger width rested on each cheek.

Gravity

This week’s artist is Sara Bareilles, I never knew who she was until sometime in the last year. But now I consider her one of my favorite artists. A near perfect voice and her songs don’t distract you from the task at hand while writing.

Five Sentence Fiction – Clandestine

Five Sentence Fiction – Clandestine

He stared at the blank canvas, sweat slivered down his forehead, he gripped the long paintbrush tighter to control the slight tremble in his hand. Jason glanced past his canvas to Michelle, gloriously naked in the position he suggested. Though it wasn’t the first time he’d painted the dazzling woman, the lust threatened to take him over now that he knew. Their meeting over coffee last week left his ears craving the sound of her soft whimsical voice; she was more than just a pretty face. His heart raced, throat seized as she stood crossing the expanse between them, she placed her lips to his neck with a promising kiss and a smile.

For more Five Sentence Fiction check out Lillie McFerrin’s blog.

Apocalyptica

This weeks music is brought to you by Apocalytica, with a visually stunning video of “I Don’t Care.”

Five Sentence Fiction – Radiance

Jackson quickly pulled the tattered orange trucker hat down over his swollen brown eyes, feeling the color rush from his face. He leaned forward cupping his hands around the warm tea, an attempt to stop the tremble of his hands, but could do nothing about the thundering echo of his boots as they smacked on the concrete. He was here first, there was no reason for him to leave when he glanced up to see her sit only a few tables away, unaware of his presence. His heart stopped when he saw him, it was not his appearance but the glow of bliss on her face as she greeted her new love. Jackson stood and turned to walk away taking one final glimpse to his lost love, their eyes met, and he smiled before he disappeared into the crowd.

Be sure to check out more Five Sentence Fiction over at Lillie McFerrin’s blog.

The Broken Ones

It has become obvious to me just how much I use music when I’m writing. I’ve always been this way but over the past few months it has become just as important to me to keep something playing in my ears while I’m writing as any other preparation I do. So much so when ever I sit down for a writing sprint I have already set a playlist for the sprint. A lot of the time it gives me the chance to block everything else out, I’m less likely to let outside distractions in while writing.

For the next few weeks I’ll be posting a music blog every Sunday of a song that I am either currently listening too on a heavy rotation or was a big part of what helped me through all the writing I accomplished in November/December.

This week’s artist is Dia Frampton who I have listened to for most of the past month and a half on an extreme heavy rotation (of either her solo work or her music with her sister Meg). And her song “The Broken Ones”!

Versatile Blogger Award

Blogger award! Even though I’m new to this and really just starting to figure it out I received a Blogger award recently. And a big thanks to Angie Richmond (Write Me Happy) for the Versatile Blogger Award.

So here are the rules:

1. In a post on your, blog, nominate 15 fellow bloggers for The Versatile Blogger Award.

2. In the same post, Add the Versatile Blogger Award.
3. In the same post, thank the blogger who nominated you in a post with a link back to their blog.
4. In the same post, share 7 completely random pieces of information about yourself.
5. In the same post, include this set of rules.
6. Inform each nominated blogger of their nomination by posting a comment on each of their blogs.

Fifteen amazing bloggers:

Lillie McFerrin Writes

Yearning for Wonderland

Life As it Is, As I Make Them

My Novel Writing Adventures

Seven things about me:

I like to cook.
I enjoy all things artistic, I love to draw/paint/photography…even if I don’t do those things frequently enough.
Favorite book – Lord of the Rings.
I’m a recovering World of Warcraft addict….err, maybe not recovering as I still play from time to time.
I have no tattoos… Since I was 18 I have wanted to get one even going as far as to put it on my list in 2011 of things I wanted to do, but like all the times before I didn’t even make the first step. It is once again on my list for 2012
I hate crowds. And avoid them at all cost with the exception of for one thing, DragonCon (and other conventions). Once a year Labor Day weekend in Atlanta Georgia with 40 thousand geeks and freaks and it is my Christmas!
I’m a list person…