Wishes (Snippet Sunday 7.31.16)

Welcome to Snippet Sunday on Darkling Dreams!

Where writers come together to share a few sentences (8-10) of their current project — whether it’s a recently released novel, a WIP (work in progress), or an older manuscript that’s being revived. Intended to hook readers, gather feedback and build an author’s fan base, Snippet Sunday is the FB group that does all three.

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It’s the last post of July, folks! With it being a Camp NaNo month and me taking another plunge into the madness to try to finish this book, I am going to switch back to sharing from Fated to Darkness for July. Call it my motivation to keep going in writing. Come August, I will switch back to sharing from Breaking Point since I left so many of you hanging on a cliffhanger wanting more.

Previously on Sunday Snippets: Four year old Heather had been kidnapped from her home by a woman clad in black and whisked off to another realm where she found her kidnapper wanted her to be her Heir. But not just any Heir. After being locked up and put through a ritual that has changed her and her life forever — though she does not yet know it — she has found herself in a small bare essential room with a tiny bathroom, and her new mentor has instructed her to clean herself up and be ready in ten minutes. Having talked of what Ciara finally wants of her, she has now gone through three trying lessons under her mentor’s thumb, and has since passed out. Since then Ciara has finally begun to explain what it is she really wants of Heather, and now Heather has found herself surprisingly at home.

Picking up right where I left off in last week’s snippet.

(Some sentences may have been creatively edited and punctuated to try to fit the ten sentence limit. I’m over, again. Can we just agree that my snippets will always be a little longer but not too long?)

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She wished to go running into her mother’s arms and tell her everything, for her mother to kiss the pain away. She wished for the magic to return and numb her pain. She wished for her daddy to make her laugh and smile. She wished to forget the horrors she had seen. She wished to forget the agony she had been put through. She wished to forget the piercing dark green eyes of her mentor, the red, evil eyes on the wolf creature, and the darkened walls of her room. She wished to erase the woman’s words, insults, taunting gestures, rules, and more from her mind.

Most of all though, she wished for this all to be a dream. To wake up next and find everything as it had been.

It was her last fleeting thought as she cried herself to sleep, drowning in the despair and exhaustion of the past week.

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And with the ending of that scene, that’s where I’m going to leave off for now. People were interested in my cliffhanger from Breaking Point last month so I’m going to pick back up there next week.

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This story is not yet on Wattpad because it is my baby that I hope to publish one day, and if no one will publish me, I am self publishing. But it’s also not on Wattpad because it’s in first draft phases yet. So there will be no “if you wish to read more…”

However! If you wish to read anything else that I do have finished, you can hop on over to my profile on Wattpad and check out what I have to offer. I love to hear any and all feedback on my work as well. Comments are greatly appreciated, as are the reads.

And if you’re looking for some other great snippets of fellow authors,
hop on over to Facebook and check out Snippet Sunday!

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No Rest For The Wicked

Er, weary. No rest for the weary. Yeah, that’s what I meant.

I think…

Let me just say this as a forewarning, I’m a walking zombie as I write this so it could very well be all over the goddamn place and not make any sense at all. You could just be listening to me ramble for several paragraphs. You’ve been warned.

Obviously if I mentioned I’m a walking zombie, I’m beyond exhausted. I’ve worked eight days straight under a lot of stress in both work and home. Too many deadlines pressing down, too many things going wrong. There’s a lot of lack of sleep and not much sanity left now.

I’m grateful I validated for NaNo a week early, or I might not have made it over the past few days. Granted, this also means I haven’t made my 40k like I wanted. I’m only a little over 35k. I hardly managed to do 400 words yesterday. And now I’m going to be gone this whole weekend so there will more than likely not be any more writing done.

Then again, they are calling for rain all weekend so if I am stuck inside camping I might be able to hash some out. Maybe. We’ll see.

The problem is, I’m still really far behind on a lot of things. Camping journal entries. Cleaning for the yard sale. I haven’t even made the signs yet to advertise. I’ve missed blog hopping Snippets this week because of all the stress and exhaustion.

It just… Ugh. Just ugh. It’s been a really rough two weeks and it’s not going to get any better for most of August. I’m about ready to wave a white flag and go hide in a hole for a month to hibernate.

Once more the question is becoming: How the hell am I going to get myself caught up on everything?

To be painful honest, I don’t know. I’m burning out quickly with no end in sight. My Plan of Action obviously fell through two weeks ago now when I’ve become so far behind again, and I don’t see a way to make a new one that will work quickly enough without killing myself in exhaustion or stress.

The only solutions are either not working and making money so I have time around the house, or me pulling a ton of all nighters and I start living off energy drinks and caffeine. They only go so far though. And that kind of stress might kill me quicker than the slow overwhelmed stress.

The only thing I do know right now is that I’m more than likely not going to make 40k for the month, as much as I’d like the extra 4.5k I need. I also know I need sleep, and I’m not going to have a lot of that for awhile either.

Lilith’s Kiss (Wednesday Words 7.27.16)

Welcome to a piece of Wednesday Word’s flash fiction on Darkling Dreams!

A good friend of mine, P.T. Wyant, is doing a blog post every Wednesday called Wednesday Words with a new prompt for a bit of flash fiction writing, just to get in the habit of writing something, anything. (Even if said flash fiction is complete garbage at the time. Garbage is better than nothing though, right?) If you’re looking for some inspiration yourself or just something to aimlessly write, then go check out her blog for this week’s prompt!

With that being said, I am going to share what I came up with for this week’s flash fiction prompt based off a three word combination prompt. So here is my very rough around the edges minute of inspiration based off her prompt. I’d love to hear what you guys think of it!

(Please excuse any errors you may see, I said it was rough around the edges.)

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Lilith’s Kiss

The sound of dress shoes tapping across the mosaic greeted her ears first, the sound bouncing around the large, high ceiling chapel. A small feral smile tugged at her lips as she ducked her head to look backwards out of the corner of her eye. Her silky black hair cascaded over her shoulder. She could see the polished shoes and the dress pants of her approaching visitor walking down the main aisle between the pews. Her grin spread a little and she looked back up, staring at the stained glass window art of angels falling from Heaven, their wings burning to black.

“Well, well,” a deep voice echoed to her. “If it isn’t Lilith.”

Her grey feathered wings shifted as she turned around, smiling seductively at the horned man. “If it isn’t Lucifer, walking amongst the aisles of the Church so sworn against you. Such mockery, such is your style.”

“You are no less welcomed in these doors, Lilith. You are Fallen, too.” His amber eyes burned with an intensity that made heat bubble up inside her.

“Not as Fallen as you, my dear.” Her smile was sickly sweet now and her wings opened in a flourish, blocking the light coming through the faceted window to cast shadows over the King of Hell. “I do believe the color difference — my grey to your black — proves I am not so far under from Heaven as you.”

Lucifer’s lip curled in a sneer, coming to a standstill only inches from her. His burning eyes raked over her shapely figure, all the right punch in all the right places. She was the picture perfect of divine beauty. The most beautiful Angel who had ever walked Heaven, and even now as a Fallen she was still the most beautiful. He tried to snuff out the lingering lust and love inside him that had gotten him into this mess in the first place and pulled his eyes back to her face to find her smiling that seductive innocent grin.

“What’s the matter, Lucy?” she taunted, reaching and running her hands up his chest then onto his shoulders to wrap around his neck. She leaned close until her body nearly pressed against his, her full lips centimeters from his ear. “Having some naughty thoughts you still can’t resist of my charms?”

His amber eyes darkened and he grabbed her wrists harshly, pushing her back. “Had it not been for you ways, demonness, I would never have fallen with the others. It was your tricky that led to the rebellion and my Fall. And what did you get? A slap on the wrist and sent to Earth.” He then smiled a perfect gleam of white. “But let’s not forget, I ended up with the realm of my own, you are stuck on this mortal plane.” He leaned to her ear now, whispering, “I am a King, you are nothing.”

Lilith’s perfect smile turned into a sneer and she yanked her wrists from his grasp. “You are only jealous of what you can no longer have.”

“Am I?” he taunted. He reached up and brushed her hair back behind her ear, then suddenly grabbed a fistful of it and pulled her head backwards harshly. She hissed in response, ruby eyes glaring at him a moment. “Jealousy has nothing to do with lust. Your vanity on the other hand, well, that I would attribute to jealousness. All your careful plans of the rebellion only to disappear to the Garden of Eden when it all began. You were simply upset your looks got you nothing in the vote of opinion, that you were passed over, that Adam received the advantage over Eve.”

Bitter anger passed across her face before she chuckled. Lucifer slowly released her hair, smoothing it back out almost caringly. “Don’t be ridiculous, dear. I could have made any Angel fall to my charms. Michael, Gabriel, Uriel… Any of them. You should be honored I chose you.” She ran her finger over his lips and it caused him to shudder, wings shifting behind him. Her own lust sparked in her eyes for him. Her gaze traveled up to his curving horns and she reached up, pricking her finger on the end of one before licking the drop of blood off herself, grinning.

“I should be honored you tricked me into becoming a Fallen?” he sneered.

Her smile grew. She sidled up to him in a predatory way, wrapping her arms back around his neck and arching her body against him. “Yes,” she whispered so seductively that he shivered, his eyes closing a moment. She nipped at the bottom of his ear. “Because only you got to lust after me and claim that price, Lucifer. Only you have the notches on your bedpost.”

His hands trailed up her thighs to her hips, pulling up her revealing shirt. He opened his eyes and locked gazes with her, both burning in intense passion. His fingers traced the winding serpent inked on her side. “You are bad news, Lilith.” His voice was husky and drawn tight.

“Am I?” she teased, one hand trailing up into his hair as she pressed herself firmer against him. “Huh, I guess that makes me a fitting match for you, King of Hell.”

Before Lucifer could answer, she planted her lips deeply against his. A low, primal growl wound up Lucifer’s throat. He squeezed her waist tightly before bringing one hand up to fist in her hair again. His senses left him just as they had that very first time, struck and bound by lust and love for this heavenly Fallen Angel. His powers wielded as fire rose up around them, opening a portal to his dominion as they both drifted down through the flames. The only evidence of the two divine beings ever stepping foot in the Holy ground were the two lone black and grey feathers that drifted down to the floor after the flames had smoldered away, laying black overtop grey.


Now you can find this flash fiction work and others on my profile on Wattpad! Click here for my profile and go dive into a sea of Shards of Imagination!

Also, as I work to play catch up from my latest computer crash, I will be posting the Shards of a prompt I missed from May and June directly to Wattpad each week. That means two Shards every week! Those old prompts will not be posted to my blog so if you wish to see the old one of the week, you’ll have to hop on over to my profile on Wattpad.

The next oldest one from June 1st went live on Monday. You can find Bearclaw Prince on Wattpad!

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Ending With A Bang

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Camp NaNo July 2016 WINNER!

That’s right! This girl made goal on Sunday! With a week left to spare.

It was a roller coaster of a month for writing. With so much going on and computer issues in the beginning leading to a late start to NaNo, but I pulled through and made the measly goal I had planned.

25 days (more like 20 since I didn’t start writing till Day 5), 32,228 words after validating, 68 pages, and 5.5 chapters later and I have another win on my hands.

I had left my goal at 31k because of the issues this month had, but I really had wished for a lot more. Like my April Camp, when I did 60k. That would have been amazing, and maybe almost finished this book for me.

And I am SOOOO close to finishing this novel. Just thinking about it has me squealing and giggling like a kid in a candy store. I can’t believe I’m actually this close to finishing a novel. I never thought I’d make it this far. I really didn’t. Me and Follow Through broke up a long time ago, but he seems to have come around to stay once more when it comes to my writing.

Now I know I’ve made my goal for the month and validated so I technically don’t have to be updating that word count any further. I could stop here for the month and focus on some others things. (*Cough* Camping journal entries, cleaning, a yard sale…) And I am focusing on them. Sort of.

Well…

Alright, I’m lying through my teeth. The camping journal entries from my Plan of Action never happened yet. The cleaning has sort of happened, I did finish up my room minus going through the books I want to sell. But… The rest hasn’t really happened. Which is a bit of a problem… Which is a major problem actually because the yard sale isn’t that far away now and I go camping again this week…

But enough about the menial tasks of the daily life! This is supposed to be exciting and about writing because I won!

So yes I don’t technically have to keep writing, but I am anyways. Being this close to the end of the book I am writing like mad yet. I picked up last night again with the new chapter and…WOW.

Do any of you remember back at the beginning of April’s Camp when I wrote a scene so hard hitting in the feels and so amazing that I just had to share it in my blog post? That little playground scene that made my own jaw drop and had me staring at my computer screen for a good long while going, “Holy shit, did I just write that?”

Well, people, I did it again. I seriously did it again.

I started Chapter 27 last night, after a huge turn in the novel. So it was bound to be emotional and intense, but…shit. It came out way more intense than I expected it to. I had people messaging me and wanting to talk to me yet but I just couldn’t stop writing for fear of losing the monumental train of thought I was on. I didn’t stop until the emotion began to die down just a little.

After I hit a certain point, I literally just stared at my screen with my mouth slight agape again in shock that I just wrote that. My own heart clenched at the pain in the writing. So I pray that means it will be the same for my readers.

I ended up writing 3k words last night on just that scene, and it’s not over yet. Now I’m sitting at 35,251 words for the month. I am going to hit my 40k wish by Friday. It’s apparently possible to update your word count even after you validate without screwing anything up to. So my graph is still climbing beyond that par line. It’s a great feeling.

That whole scene I wrote is a great feeling too, and it’s very tempting to share that snippet. Because…AHHH! I still can’t form words over this scene, it still has me freaking out 12 hours later. (That’s a good thing, right?)

As much as I want to share the scene, I think I am going to leave it out this time around though. I can’t give away all the spoils of my book, not when I’m so close to finishing it. At the very least, that scene is what is going into the Info section for this Camp’s book on the NaNo site. I hadn’t been able to come up with the snippet I wanted to put there, but I sure as hell know which one I’m using now!

April’s Camp may have started and ended with a bang, and July’s Camp may have started with a wa-wa sound, but it is sure ending with a bang now.

At this rate, I am hoping to finish the novel by the end of August. Holy crap…

Misery and Despair (Snippet Sunday 7.24.16)

Welcome to Snippet Sunday on Darkling Dreams!

Where writers come together to share a few sentences (8-10) of their current project — whether it’s a recently released novel, a WIP (work in progress), or an older manuscript that’s being revived. Intended to hook readers, gather feedback and build an author’s fan base, Snippet Sunday is the FB group that does all three.

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With it being a Camp NaNo month and me taking another plunge into the madness to try to finish this book, I am going to switch back to sharing from Fated to Darkness for July. Call it my motivation to keep going in writing. Come August, I will switch back to sharing from Breaking Point since I left so many of you hanging on a cliffhanger wanting more.

Previously on Sunday Snippets: Four year old Heather had been kidnapped from her home by a woman clad in black and whisked off to another realm where she found her kidnapper wanted her to be her Heir. But not just any Heir. After being locked up and put through a ritual that has changed her and her life forever — though she does not yet know it — she has found herself in a small bare essential room with a tiny bathroom, and her new mentor has instructed her to clean herself up and be ready in ten minutes. Having talked of what Ciara finally wants of her, she has now gone through three trying lessons under her mentor’s thumb, and has since passed out. Since then Ciara has finally begun to explain what it is she really wants of Heather, and now Heather has found herself surprisingly at home.

Picking up right where I left off in last week’s snippet.

(Some sentences may have been creatively edited and punctuated to try to fit the ten sentence limit. I’m over, again. Can we just agree that my snippets will always be a little longer but not too long?)

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So, she glared furiously at Heather, hiding the proud, sadistic thoughts she just had. “You will pay for that defiance, Heir,” she hissed, poison dripping from her words.

Heather opened her mouth to retort back, still running off the magic only to stop as Ciara vanished. The swirl of mist still baffled her on how it worked, for when it dissipated, the Dark One was nowhere to be seen once more.

Out of the anger, Heather lashed out again, pounding on her bed with her fist as she started to half scream and sob at the same time. She felt like she was breaking inside, losing sight of all she had held dear to herself. These secrets, these lies, this pain and anger… It was already eating at her and she collapsed back onto the bed, burying her head into her pillow as she broke down and sobbed loudly.

The magic high faded away soon, leaving her nothing but misery and despair. She almost wanted it back, wanted the anger back to numb the pain. It was easier to manage than the agony she was in emotionally and mentally. The bracelet pricked at her wrist repeatedly now but she was ignoring it this time as she continued to cry.

Her small, shaking hand reached out desperately and sought out the teddy bear for some false comfort, rolling over and curling up with it tight against her chest as she hugged it. The tears still streamed down her face as she hiccupped and sobbed uncontrollably.

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Poor girl… Anyone else wish to feed Ciara to the wolves yet? LOL.

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This story is not yet on Wattpad because it is my baby that I hope to publish one day, and if no one will publish me, I am self publishing. But it’s also not on Wattpad because it’s in first draft phases yet. So there will be no “if you wish to read more…”

However! If you wish to read anything else that I do have finished, you can hop on over to  my profile on Wattpad and check out what I have to offer. I love to hear any and all feedback on my work as well. Comments are greatly appreciated, as are the reads.

And if you’re looking for some other great snippets of fellow authors,
hop on over to Facebook and check out Snippet Sunday!

Uncooperative

I’ve come to the conclusion that my posts this month hardly have anything to do with NaNo this month and it’s irking the hell out of me. I miss my rants and excitement of Camp stories I have to share during these months. Sadly, this post isn’t going to be much better, though.

My characters are not cooperating. People are not cooperating with me. Work is not cooperating. And… Let’s just say life is not cooperating with me again, nor is time.

Then again, when does time ever cooperate with our plans?

So I was giddy excited for the next chapter I was about to start, and I didn’t want to stop writing. Work and the unfortunate need for sleep got in the way of that. And when I finally got a chance to start writing it…

A certain character is not cooperating as I would have liked. It started out pulling teeth in this new chapter because they weren’t saying anything I needed them to say to get the reaction I needed out of my MC. It’s finally starting to pull together, but it’s not as exciting right now as I thought it would be if it was just flowing smoothly.

I’m more or less swearing at them repeatedly right now.

I had every intention of writing after work yesterday, along with other things, and that turned into a huge bust. (It wasn’t a good day.) Today isn’t going much better yet, and I have to be back at work tonight.

I’m not overly worried about it, I’m less than 3k away from hitting my 31k goal. I would love to have 40k instead for the month, but there’s a lot getting in my way. I’m starting to feel the stress again because I’m getting nowhere fast once more.

That whole Plan of Action I mentioned in the past weeks? Yeah… It’s crumbling apart fast again. The stress is getting to the point I want to say “screw it all” and call everything off I had planned.

But I know I can’t do that, and I also know it’s only going to get worse as the deadlines sneak up.

Part of this falling apart problem is that I know I’m just exhausted lately. It’s also the fact I’m working a lot more again. Barely sleeping. And then there’s the whole I got used to more than one day of alone time in the past two months for my little introvert heart and now that’s gone sooo…

Yeah, it doesn’t help the stress, and it only builds irritation and more exhaustion. I keep saying I need to go crawl into a hole of solitude for a day. Or a week. Maybe longer. Definitely longer. Oh how I wish I lived alone sometimes.

But unfortunately, I won’t have another day off until next Wednesday, and guess what? I don’t even get that day alone! *Sigh* I do so much better in everything when I get to be alone so much more.

Which, by the looks of it, I’m not going to have that for awhile again. The world around me better start bracing for this introvert to blow a gasket soon. I may be quiet and shy and seemingly calm, but my angry side would scare you.

Dragon Rider (Wednesday Words 7.20.16)

Welcome to a piece of Wednesday Word’s flash fiction on Darkling Dreams!

A good friend of mine, P.T. Wyant, is doing a blog post every Wednesday called Wednesday Words with a new prompt for a bit of flash fiction writing, just to get in the habit of writing something, anything. (Even if said flash fiction is complete garbage at the time. Garbage is better than nothing though, right?) If you’re looking for some inspiration yourself or just something to aimlessly write, then go check out her blog for this week’s prompt!

With that being said, I am going to share what I came up with for this week’s flash fiction prompt based off a three word combination prompt. So here is my very rough around the edges minute of inspiration based off her prompt. I’d love to hear what you guys think of it!

(Please excuse any errors you may see, I said it was rough around the edges.)

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Dragon Rider

Lana stared at the front door of her cottage. Her free hand wrung her skirts nervously for a moment, knowing her husband was not going to take this news lightly. But it was what she wanted. It was the path and life she yearned to follow and be a part of. He would just have to accept that in the end.

If it was the end of their marriage, then it was the end. Though she dearly prayed he loved her enough to follow and abide her decision.

Squaring her shoulders, she lifted her chin up, adjusted her grip on the basket she was carrying, and pushed the door open, going inside. Blake was sitting near the fireplace, reading a book. He looked up as he heard the door open and set the book down immediately.

“Feet off the table, dear,” she scolded as their running joke. Every time he sat in that chair she always had to tell him to take his boots off the table.

He did so, standing up. “Where have you been? Market doesn’t take that long to travel to and come back from.”

“It does not,” she admitted, pulling her shawl off and hanging it on the post by the door rather slowly.

“Then where…? Lana, what is it?”

She bit her lip and set the basket down. A faint squeak emitted from within the parcel. Blake heard it and looked down at it.

“Lana?”

She fiddled with her skirts a little, looking up towards the ceiling. “We need to talk, Blake.” Her voice was soft and it concerned him.

“Is everything alright? What happened?”

Her gaze remained on the ceiling like it was the most interesting thing in her world while her cheeks began to flush. “I may have accidentally sort of adopted some dragons.”

As if in response to her quick explanation, there was another faint squeak from within the basket and it rustled. Blake’s eyes widened as he stared at his wife in disbelief, then looked to the basket. He crossed to her and bent to the basket, picking it up and opening the lid. Inside he found two tiny dragonlings. One, a bright vibrant green, looked at him with beautiful amber eyes and squeaked, tail swishing. The other, a deep blood red, was snoozing away, puffing smoke rings from its nostrils as it laid curled up behind the green one.

Blake nearly dropped the basket in surprise, looking up to Lana. “What… How… Lana, when…” He couldn’t even form a full sentence as he stuttered.

Lana took a deep breath, gentle taking the basket from him and setting it on the kitchen table. She pulled out the green dragonling and it crawled up her arm to sit upon her shoulder, its ears and eyes flicking around, nose twitching as it took in all the sights and sounds of this new place. “Please, sit, Blake.”

He sat without protest, too shocked to think straight.

“Blake… I want to be a Rider.”

He gaped. “You…what?”

“I want to be a Rider,” she repeated firmly, finding her courage as she reached up and scratched under the dragonling’s chin. “I realize you may have a hard time accepting that and may wish me to back out of it, but I have made up my mind. This is what I want in life, this was my calling. To be a Rider. Sirath here has already chosen me to be his Rider.”

Blake stared at her in shock yet, looking to the green dragon perched on her shoulder like a cat, tail swishing yet. It stared at him as if daring him to dispute his claim on Lana.

After what felt like an eternity of holding her breath for his reaction, Lana let her heart beat again as Blake stood up and stood in front of her, taking her hands. He smiled. “Lana, I would never hold you back from your calling. I’m just surprised it took you this long to go for it, or for a dragonling to find you.”

Her breath caught in surprise, a slow elated smile stretching across her lips. “You mean that?” she breathed. Well she hadn’t been expecting that reaction from him.

“Of course.” He tilted her chin up and kissed her lovingly. “You will make a fine and fierce Rider. When do you head out for the Academy?” He tried to scratch at the little dragon who nipped at his finger, growling playfully. A faint wistfulness and sadness tinged his expression.

“Two days time,” she admitted softly. “I will miss you.”

“You will see me again, I will be waiting for you.” He kissed her again, then looked back to the basket as they heard another faint squeak. The red dragon had woken up and was now peeking his head out, staring at Blake with large indigo eyes. “So why did you come home with two dragons when only one claims you?”

“I don’t know,” she admitted with a light shrug, nearly toppling Sirath off her shoulder. “The little guy refused to let me leave him. He kept waddling after me as I left, squeaking and growling for my attention. I thought perhaps Sirath and him were brothers.”

Blake tilted his head at the dragonling staring at him, then stepped back to the basket and almost hesitantly held his hand out to it. It sniffed at him, ears perking before it clambered out of the basket and jumped onto his hand. It began to crawl up his arm, making tiny rumbling noises within its chest. When it reached his shoulder, the dragonling poked his head into the collar of his shirt, winding his head down inside it.

There was a sudden squeak and red glow through Blake’s shirt as he tensed, heat rushing through his body and making him dizzy. The adrenaline-like rush ended almost as quickly as it came and he swayed, blinking to clear his head. Not that he needed to, everything suddenly felt…sharper.

“Blake?” Lana asked worriedly, her eyes wide as she stepped up to him.

He shook his head as the red dragonling pulled its head back out of his shirt and looked up at him with a tiny toothy grin, then nuzzled up against his neck, purring and rumbling away. He didn’t answer his wife right away as he unbuttoned the top of his shirt and pulled it aside to look at his chest. Right over his heart was the mark of a Rider.

“Blake…”

He finally looked back up to her slowly. “I guess I’m going to the Academy with you.”

Both dragonlings looked up at his words. They squeaked and flapped their wings excitedly, grinning at each other.


Now you can find this flash fiction work and others on my profile on Wattpad! Click here for my profile and go dive into a sea of Shards of Imagination!

Also, as I work to play catch up from my latest computer crash, I will be posting the Shards of a prompt I missed from May and June directly to Wattpad each week. That means two Shards every week! Those old prompts will not be posted to my blog so if you wish to see the old one of the week, you’ll have to hop on over to my profile on Wattpad.

The next oldest one from May 25th went live on Monday. You can find Gift of Sight on Wattpad!

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Violent Cabins, Cliffhangers, and So Close Finish Lines

So apparently my cabin mates for Camp are quite violent with their characters.

For the past few days, every time I log on to pop in and see what’s new in the cabin, I find us talking about killing and fighting. I’ve got one cabin mate who’s wondering if a certain injury is possible from a sword slash. Another that’s willingly naming off arteries that would prove fatal in order to help other said cabin mate. And then another bunker is admitting she left her character in a three-on-one swordfight and just abandoned him.

And then there’s me.

Who’s five year old character is acting like a sneaky little dark bitch who just killed two people in cold blood like a professional killer, and is prowling through a temple in order to kill her intended target.

What is wrong with us? LOL.

At least one of us is having our characters ride around on unicorn-ish creatures on fluffy clouds. And another is writing lovey dovey things. We aren’t all dark!

Sometimes…

Anywho! That brings me to talking about my above mentioned five year old, in a way. I don’t want to talk about her too much because she’s giving me the creeps over the last chapter. She’s enjoying it too, the little brat. (Oh I hope she didn’t hear that.) But it’s all inadvertently about her in the end, since it is her novel.

I’ve done a ton of writing in the past few days. Which is great. I’ve finally caught myself up to par, and far surpassed it at this point. Right now I’m sitting at 25,877 words, with a goal of 31k. Part of me really wants to up that goal to 40k. However, this week and next are going to be hell so I think I might just play it safe, stick with this 31k in stone, and pray for 40k anyways.

It might happen. It really might happen with the excited roll I’m on.

At the point I’m at now, I’m half pantsying this novel. I used to plan out so many chapters ahead, have a working summary jotted down to know what should happen — or as close as possible to my original intent. Yet I haven’t done that this Camp so far.

I think it’s partly due to the fact I didn’t have a computer to look at things before Camp started, and also partly because I finished April’s Camp with no more planned chapters or summaries either. I winged the last few chapters in April. But more so, I think it’s that I’m not too sure on the scenes that will happen until I reach them.

Well, let me rephrase that. I know what scenes I’m working towards. I have all the big ideas planned out. But no small details or filler this time. It’s just coming as I write with no warning.

Actually, the past few days have been giving me minimal warning on a lot of writing surprises. One chapter kind of came out of nowhere, and it sucks. But it’s also half crucial to setting up the beginning of the next chapter so I guess I have to keep it and work on it in edits. I’ve had two chapters that were supposed to be a single chapter break up into two parts each. One ended up being a realization, sort of suspenseful moment that just yelled, “hey! Look at me! Break me up here!” And the second turned into a suspense cliffhanger that yelled pretty much the same thing.

I’ve shown said suspense cliffhanger to a couple people, and all hate me for it cause they can’t figure out who just came out of nowhere. Score one for evil author, Morgana!

(Yes, I am most definitely smiling like the Cheshire cat and cackling happily at being called a brat for the cliffhanger. I would be a fool not to be grinning and laughing. This is what I like to hear. It means I must be doing something right with the scene then.)

Even though these chapters are surprising me a little, and ending up shorter than most of mine, I’ve also finally got to all the really good parts of the novel that lead up to the big ‘ol finale of this book.

And you know what that means?

I am so, SO close to finishing this novel!

It’s exciting! And nerve wracking! And disbelieving! But I can see the end in sight! Pretty soon I will be writing the final sentences of the Epilogue to this novel and I will be able to say I finished my first full length novel first draft!

That is HUGE, people! Especially for me! Because I’m horrible with follow through, anyone who knows me knows that.

I can’t wait. I really can’t wait to finish this novel. I want to just sit and ignore all other adulting responsibilities and the evil day job and write. Just write. Write until I’ve gotten through the rest of the chapters and I’ve finished.

Finished…

*Squee!*

I’m getting even more excited just thinking about it. Like a kid in a candy store! On those final sentences I’ll be staring at my computer in shock, and pure elation. Of course there will still be a ton of editing to come next year, but, AH! I’ll have finished a first draft!

But in order to do that, I need to keep writing. Which isn’t hard. Not hard at all. I don’t want to stop, and I do at least know where the next three chapters are going.

Something Alluring (Snippet Sunday 7.17.16)

Welcome to Snippet Sunday on Darkling Dreams!

Where writers come together to share a few sentences (8-10) of their current project — whether it’s a recently released novel, a WIP (work in progress), or an older manuscript that’s being revived. Intended to hook readers, gather feedback and build an author’s fan base, Snippet Sunday is the FB group that does all three.

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With it being a Camp NaNo month and me taking another plunge into the madness to try to finish this book, I am going to switch back to sharing from Fated to Darkness for July. Call it my motivation to keep going in writing. Come August, I will switch back to sharing from Breaking Point since I left so many of you hanging on a cliffhanger wanting more.

Previously on Sunday Snippets: Four year old Heather had been kidnapped from her home by a woman clad in black and whisked off to another realm where she found her kidnapper wanted her to be her Heir. But not just any Heir. After being locked up and put through a ritual that has changed her and her life forever — though she does not yet know it — she has found herself in a small bare essential room with a tiny bathroom, and her new mentor has instructed her to clean herself up and be ready in ten minutes. Having talked of what Ciara finally wants of her, she has now gone through three trying lessons under her mentor’s thumb, and has since passed out. Since then Ciara has finally begun to explain what it is she really wants of Heather, and now Heather has found herself surprisingly at home.

Picking up right where I left off in last week’s snippet.

(Some sentences may have been creatively edited and punctuated to try to fit the ten sentence limit. I’m over, again. Can we just agree that my snippets will always be a little longer but not too long?)

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It struck out at the older witch, slamming into her with a curse Heather didn’t even know she could do. It acted all on instinct, almost completely on its own accord. Heather was glaring almost murderously at her as she stumbled a bit from the curse’s impact. The look of hatred on her face was so out of place for her innocent features.

The magic pulsed and thrummed through Heather’s body strongly, making her shiver under the cold, wicked, and powerful adrenaline rush it brought her. It scared her, and it also excited her. That power, it was so strong. For the first time, she noticed something else to it.

Something…alluring.

That darkened nature to it pulled her in and held her tight, feeding off her anger and emotions. The two were working together, fueling each other. The dark magic fueled Heather’s anger and hatred, and those strong emotions fueled the magic into acting on its own. She didn’t know how to control what it was prompting her to do, giving in to some unknown instinct and running with what it was urging her to do.

Cold trickles ran through her veins and the intensity of the magic, even though she was weakened, grabbed hold of that alluring factor. The sheer power to it tempted her into exploring it further. Her breathing had suddenly come heavier, chest rising and falling in her anger. Her cold eyes hadn’t left the older witch, the two of them having a stare down contest.

Ciara sneered at the child, shocked and also a little proud. She had just created her first curse. Sure, she may not have known what she had done, but those strong emotions in her fueled it. This sudden act proved how well the magic had taken to her, how easily it could manipulate Heather into listening to it and falling to it. It had latched onto her like a suction cup, refusing to let go and it would pull her down, down, down into the depths of her darkness.

She had made the right choice in an Heir finally, and while she wanted to push her right now to get her to react more with it, she knew she could not. She had to let her despair now, to break further once the magic high faded away.

She would just have to hope this sudden defiance didn’t give the child a new edge, for now.

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Oooooh, craaaaap.

Fated to Darkness Cover Final

This story is not yet on Wattpad because it is my baby that I hope to publish one day, and if no one will publish me, I am self publishing. But it’s also not on Wattpad because it’s in first draft phases yet. So there will be no “if you wish to read more…”

However! If you wish to read anything else that I do have finished, you can hop on over to  my profile on Wattpad and check out what I have to offer. I love to hear any and all feedback on my work as well. Comments are greatly appreciated, as are the reads.

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Hanging On

So my Plan of Action I talked about on Tuesday started out alright. I got through everything on my list for Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday. (Well, I missed one minor thing on Wednesday which wasn’t a big deal.)

And then Thursday hit. And Thursday just killed me.

You see, before Thursday I hadn’t slept more than six hours altogether from Monday morning until about 1am Wednesday night. Yet, I wasn’t exhausted. Not even the slightest. In fact, I was still mostly wide awake at 1am Wednesday night, but I knew I needed to sleep finally.

Why did I have only about six hours of sleep in nearly three days?

Mostly because I’m an idiot. Anyone who’s been following this blog for awhile knows I’m a total night owl. My bedtime is anywhere between 1:30am and 5am. That bedtime doesn’t always work nicely with my work schedule. This was one of those times.

Tuesday I worked an early shift and was up when I would normally be sound asleep yet. I had gone to bed late so I had about three hours of sleep that night. No big deal, I was awake yet. But then Wednesday I worked at a godawful hour. 5am. I worked at 5am.

What time did I go to bed Tuesday night? Roughly 2am, a little before. And what time did I get up? 4am. Two hours of sleep. And it wasn’t even really sleeping because I was wide awake yet. I was pretty much drifting between consciousness and dozing. Yet I was never yawning, and I was wide awake the whole shift, the whole day even.

I still have no idea why I didn’t just crash sometime after coming home on Wednesday, but I didn’t. And I still kept up with everything without issue.

Then Thursday hit. And Thursday was a long work shift, hours that screw over my entire day for anything productive, and it was hot as hell. I came home exhausted and completely forgot about writing.

Therefore, first day missed this week in getting 2k words in.

Then I woke up today and I was just drained. Don’t know why or from what really, but I spent the whole day doing nothing. I could not get myself moving no matter how hard I tried. I could not wake up. Those that know me know I do not nap no matter how tired I am because it makes me feel worse. I napped today for two hours.

Maybe the heat wore me out, or maybe working three days in a row with a lot of non-stop moving even at home finally hit me for a day.

Surprisingly, the nap seemed to have done me good this time for I’m a little more awake now. Unfortunately, it’s also late and dark out now, which means today has been wasted.

No writing done yet, no cleaning that I was supposed to do, no camping entry written, nothing. And I had totally forgotten about this blog post until I had woken from my nap and started kicking myself. I’ve got just over 2 hours left in the day to try to get another 2k words in. I know I won’t get anything else done, but if I at least get that I’ll be happy.

Right now I’m 3,813 words below par. Which, if I do 2k today and tomorrow, I will still be back on par by tomorrow night as I wanted to be. Even though I had a lapse yesterday from work. I think I can manage that, and maybe even catch up what I didn’t do today. Tomorrow was supposed to just be a finish-what-I-didn’t-finish-earlier-in-the-week day anyways.

So I might still be okay. Next week though… Well, let’s just say the last two weeks of July are going to kill me. Almost two months of easy work schedules that allowed me to get a lot done — or be lazy — and then suddenly, when I need the easy work schedule to stay on track, it’s gone right out the window as things pop up unexpectedly.

Go figure.

There’s not going to be enough caffeine and time in the world to get through these last two weeks without losing my sanity.

I think I can say hello to my old friend Stress starting Sunday again. It didn’t last long being away from him, and now he’ll be here to stay for awhile. Wonderful.