Weekend Writing Warriors (20!): #8sunday

Welcome to the Weekend Writing Warriors challenge. My hope is that over the next six months you’ll see either a nice & tidy 8-10 sentence flash fiction story or an excerpt from a piece I’m working on (like the one below).

Before you continue I want to Thank EVERYONE who has come to the site and checked out the stories. I am currently working on my novel Bright City and this has been a great opportunity to escape that world and hang out in others. Also, make sure you check out other writers at the link above and the Weekend Writing Warriors twitter #8sunday.

The world below is a place that I’ve really grown fond of Reven (formerly known as Melanie) and her sidekick/bodyguard/sober coach Porsche. They are embarking on a great journey! I hope you stick around to see how it turns out. Also, I’ve gone back and adjusted the POV and names from the earlier snippets. So it might be worth the extra minutes to go back and check out how it all began!

Thank you again and when you get a moment dive back into the world of “Castille’s Stone.”

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“Damnit, Liam,” I groan.

“Well, he needs his ass beat anyway so…I don’t know why you called us here,” Porsche says, sinking into a leather covered loveseat. She takes a long swig of the champagne and passes it to the man in pink.

“I am fucking serious here, Reven, I will kill him,” Elise yells.

Her energy vibrates through me like tiny razor blades. My breath catches in my throat as I try to push out the pain.

“Bitch, you can kill his ass,” Porsche says, snapping her fingers expelling the energy from the air.

“I don’t want to die,” Liam mumbles from between the horse bit between his perfect white teeth.

“You need to die, sorry piece of shit,” Porsche says, pulling me up on my feet.

“Ok, Elise, I’ll do the spell.”

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  1. Part One
  2. Part Two
  3. Part Three
  4. Part Four
  5. Part Five
  6. Part Six
  7. Part Seven
  8. Part Eight
  9. Part Nine
  10. Part Ten
  11. Part Eleven

Weekend Writing Warriors (19): #8Sunday

Welcome to the Weekend Writing Warriors challenge. My hope is that over the next six months you’ll see either a nice & tidy 8-10 sentence flash fiction story or an excerpt from a piece I’m working on (like the one below). Check out other writers at the link above and the Weekend Writing Warriors twitter #8sunday. After this snippet you can find earlier links to this story. This piece is entitled “Castille’s Stone.”

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Elise’s sitting room is quiet. The occupied St. Andrew’s cross in one of the corners clued me in that this room is sound proof. I strained to listen for the revelers outside the door. Nothing. If we screamed; and knowing the True Fae there may be reason to scream, no one would hear us.

“So, now you know I’m not playing. I want that spell,” Elise said, running a cat o’ nine tails down the chest of the man on the cross.

“I told you I’d think about it. No need to kidnap us,” I reasoned.

I heard Porsche swear before my eyes could focus on the de-hooded man on the cross.

“Fucking, Liam,” I groaned; this night is getting worse than I thought it could get.

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  1. Part One
  2. Part Two
  3. Part Three
  4. Part Four
  5. Part Five
  6. Part Six
  7. Part Seven
  8. Part Eight
  9. Part Nine
  10. Part Ten