Six Sentence Sunday – Cadrala

I had planned on plucking this weeks Six Sentence Sunday from my long in edit fantasy novel The Heart of Quila.  At the same time I’ve been struggling to write pretty much anything for a few weeks now.  Then came  Lillie McFerrin‘s Five Sentence Fiction – Sacred a week ago and I finally had a spark of an idea.  For the past few days I’ve been continuing the story of Cadrala and developing the fantasy world she lives in.  So this weeks Six Sentence Sunday is from the start of what will be the second chapter…

“We lost one in the night, the politician fell behind in the darkness,” Dra’hen stated as he took a knee beside her, his eyes on the sash around her neck forced her hand to grapple with them.  “We are a group of mostly women and children and the elderly, what are we going to do if they catch us?” close enough to touch the sound of his voice made her ill. 
Once a comrade, then a lover, she would never look at him as anything but a coward now, “Die.”  But he was right to worry; she could only hope the small dusting of snow from the night before would cover their tracks keeping the stalking army from discovering their escape. 
Her fingers tightly grasped at the two sashes around her throat, the realization she was the last of her order bit at every emotion.  She wished she had stayed behind ignoring her mentor’s wishes, her destiny to parish with the others instead of leading the last survivors to hopefully survival.  

Five Sentence Fiction – Exquisite

Five Sentence Fiction – Exquisite
I could not have picked a more perfect night or location, a bright full moon lights the sky for the stars to dance.  The cabin with its cedar siding, large windows over look the lake was everything I had hoped for, just as the agent said.  Not another person around to distract us, just the oaks and pines whispering to one another on the wind.  The odd owl bellows breaking the sound of the roaring fire as it fights the cool breeze forcing me to her side.  I don’t have to say anything, take her hand in mine, mimic her breath taking smile, and I am instantly lost in her eyes and nothing else matters.
For more Five Sentence Fiction entries check out the wonderful Lillie McFerrin’s blog.

Five Sentence Fiction – Sacred

The scent of battle swept across the courtyard, past the tall statue of a man long dead.  He stood with his massive stone arms leaning against a broad sword nearly as tall as him.  A hood fell over his face covering his eyes and crown, the last true warrior king and the ones whose deeds they still sing of.
Cadrala sat on her knees with her own sword on the ground before her, wounds from the mornings battles covered with blood soaked bandages.  “Grant me the strength on this day to uphold the sacred oath of the order; I will not surrender in the face of my own end as long as long as I have life in my hands to sacrifice to the true king.”  
For more Five Sentence Fiction entries check out the wonderful Lillie McFerrin’s blog.

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

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

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


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.

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.