Who The Hell Are You? (Snippet Sunday 8.14.16)

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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For a couple months — August and September I’m thinking — I am switching back to sharing from my adventure novel, Breaking Point. In October I might switch back to Fated to Darkness as I hope to have the first draft finished by then. (Yes, finished. I can hardly believe I’m saying that.) Should that happen, I’ll be posting to celebrate completing my first ever novel manuscript. Until then, enjoy more horses and mysterious bad guys!

Previously on Sunday Snippets: Our main character, who has yet to be named, has taken a ride through the forest on her horse Midnight, and has found herself racing a buck through the foliage. Midnight and his rider have veered off the path somewhere and have now found themselves in a uncharted part of the forest they have never seen before. They have run into a band of armed riders who seem threatening, and are surrounded now.

Picking up right where I left off from last week’s snippet. Perhaps he’ll spill the million dollar question of what game he has for them to partake in.

(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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Confusion struck me at his words. “What game?”

“All in due time. But right now I need you to get off your horse.”

I shook my head, tightening my grip even more. Midnight pranced to the side, backing farther away from the approaching stranger. The minute Midnight made a move I heard the distant click of multiple guns being loaded. I yanked back on the reins and darted my eyes around the pressing circle of riders. Every other one of them held a gun in their hands. The same gun that the mysterious stranger had. In better view now, I realized it wasn’t your traditional shotgun. It almost looked like a tranquilizer gun, and that set off warning bells in my head.

I tore my gaze back to the approaching horse, tears freely spilling down my face as terror mounted inside me. “What do you want with us?!” I screamed.

The stranger continued to advance on us, Midnight backed away another step with each step the stranger’s horse took towards us. I didn’t make a move to stop Midnight, I was too frozen with fear to register his movements.

“I told you, my dear. You’re going to be a piece in my game. Don’t make this any harder on yourself or your horse. You know that kind of stress isn’t good for Midnight. Slowly, get off him, will you?”

Midnight snorted at his words, registering his name being used. My eyes widened in shock and I stuttered, “How…how did you know his name? Who the hell are you?”

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Another million dollar question! Just how does he know her horse’s name, and does he then know her name? Tranquilizer guns aren’t a good sign either.

Breaking Point 3

This story is not yet on Wattpad either as it is another unfinished work and unedited as well. I refuse to put up anything that is unedited. One day I hope to finish this book, but my focus this year is Fated to Darkness.

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!

Eight Days

Eight days.

Eight days left until the deadline for the anthology submission.

The little tale I’m writing is coming along quite nicely. It’s almost a bittersweet tale to be honest. My main characters decided to really throw me a couple curveballs though in where the story was headed, but it’s a good thing I believe. Where they are leading me is bringing in the romance aspect a little bit more.

The problem is I really need to get this finished so I can take some days to edit it before I send it in. I had wanted to have it finished by tomorrow night. I’m thinking there’s only about 2k words left to the story to write, and I’m almost hoping I can finish it off tonight, but there’s a couple other things I need to do as well so we’ll see. I have to have it completed by tomorrow night so I can edit.

A looming deadline should get me going, right? Of course, they always do. Also the fact that the agency noted the sooner you send the submission in the better helps with the motivational panic. But I’m also trying to keep a steady pace so I don’t rush it and the story ends up as total crap. I feel like I’m trying to stand on the middle of a seesaw to keep a balance on finishing it without rushing but being done on time.

The motivational panic is starting to grow a little more though considering I only have eight days left. Eep.

I think the fear that I’m actually doing this is starting to mount a little bit as well. This is the first time I’ve ever done anything like this. It is freaking nerve wracking.

Half of my brain keeps fantasying about getting an email saying my story was chosen to be in the anthology and what my reaction to that email would be. Which in turn makes me giddy and nervous and excited on the inside. The other half of me is sort of bracing myself for the blow of not getting accepted.

I shouldn’t expect much, I know I shouldn’t. I’m really just an author starting out compared to all these other published and more successful and known authors by at least more than a few friends, but the thought of being picked is sending my mind reeling. The thought of not being picked, however, is kind of crushing the enthusiasm to do this.

Then again, I’m trying to keep in mind something I read not too long ago.

It was an article of someone’s blog I believe that said they aim for 100 rejection letters a year. Sounds strange, right? When you hear the logic and reasoning behind it, it really isn’t.

They aim for 100 because in all those rejection letters, there has to be at least a few acceptance letters. If you aren’t getting those rejection letters, then you aren’t trying, and all your fantasies of receiving the acceptance letter can never come true if you aren’t even trying.

It sounds bittersweet and discouraging in a way, but it has a valid point. At least the rejection letters means you tried.

Sure, you might scream and curse at the world for those first few rejection letters. You might cry and wail you’re giving up writing. You might doubt yourself and believe you’re a horrible writer. But once the initial blow to the heart and passion subsides, you can still say you tried.

And how many people out there anymore can say they at least tried?

That’s what I’m trying to tell myself. That’s what I’m trying to make myself focus on as I write this tale and send it in. At least I tried. Even if it’s a rejection email I get back, I can say I at least tried.

As weird and backwards as this may sound, if it is a rejection letter I get back, I feel like I should keep it somewhere I can see it. As my reminder that there is always another anthology I can try for, always other opportunities out there. I can still write my series and everything else my heart desires to put down on paper.

One rejection doesn’t stop a career trying to get off the ground.

So eight days. Eight days until I can say I took a chance. And however many days until I can either say I did it, or at least I tried.

Reality’s Escape (Wednesday Words 8.10.16)

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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Reality’s Escape

Keanna reached up on tiptoes, her bare feet squishing into the soft moss and ferny forest floor. Droplets of dew hung along everything like glistening raindrops as she reached up to the floating, twinkling light. Her fingers wiggled as she tried to touch it but it bounced out of her reach, tinkling like bells as it bobbed away.

“Heyyy,” she protested, sticking her lip out.

Another orb of light floated down and bounced off her head a moment before zipping away in a zigzagging pattern in front of her, tinkling in a teasing way.

Keanna laughed, holding her arms out and making grabby motions as she gave chase after the Forest Sprite. “Come back here!” she giggled.

The violets popping up through the ferns bent under her feet before springing back upright as she passed, chasing the Sprite all around the hilly cove. The full moon was streaking rays of soft light down on her and the Sprites, making her glow in the dazzling light. The bare trees allowed the maximum of moonlight to rain down on her. The Sprites seemed brighter from the shafts of light.

The cluster of thirty Sprites or so danced and jingled around her. Some of them were zooming out of her way when she ran by, others were giving chase to her as they followed her along, bouncing along each other. Some were playing cat and mouse with her, coming within her arm’s reach before bouncing up high into the sky to shine overhead like the blanket of stars above her.

She giggled as a pair of the orbs dipped down and started to bounce in a circle around her head, leaving a crown of woven light hovering above her head in the shape of a dainty tiara. She stopped giving chase and started dancing around, one hand holding her skirts up, the other outstretched like she was dancing with a partner as she waltzed around. The biggest grin pulling at her lips.

“Out here I am not a Princess,” she sobered to the Sprites, looking up cross-eyed at her forehead to see the shining tiara light. “Out here I am simply Keanna, lover of kittens and horses, and the color purple.”

As if the Sprites understood, the woven light suddenly dissipated into thin air, leaving her tiara-less. Satisfied, she couldn’t help but smile and waltz around, humming to herself. A couple Sprites hovered around her outstretched hand like they were her dancing partner, following her twirls and steps as they jingled along in tune to her.

She didn’t know how long she stayed out in the moonlight, dancing, lost in her own fantasy world inside her head. An imagination run wild with adventure and intrigue. She wished she could stay out here all the time, not having to deal with the boring royalty proceedings. She was always scolded for not being able to sit still, or not paying attention, or taking her shoes off, or dirtying her dress. Especially that last one.

Keanna wished she could dance every night in the forest with the Sprites under the moonlight. That she could fall asleep in the mossy bed and watch the shooting stars go by, drawing out pictures in the twinkling lights of night.

But that was frowned upon. A Princess wasn’t supposed to be such a free spirit.

Her head tilted back as she began to twirl in a circle, putting her arms out to her sides. She spun and spun, her skirts fanning out, until she became dizzy and toppled backwards into the cushiony forest bed, staring upwards in both bliss and regret she could not always be out here. Her chest rose and fell more, little puffs of air leaving her lips in the chilly air.

The Sprites hovered and settled around her, some even seeming to bed down in the moss beside her. She watched the stars dance in the night sky, the moon glowing brightly, and the orbs dancing in the spotlights. Sleep began to pull her eyes closed eventually and she turned onto her side, curling up with her arms folded under her head.

A content sigh slipped from her lips, peaceful sleep dragging her down under.

“Princess Keanna!” a voice called, jolting her from her reverie. Her eyes opened and her lips tugged down, pushing herself up to sit. “Princess Keanna, Her Grace wishes you home and in a bath.”

Blissful peace shattered from her heart once more and she sighed heavily, forcing herself to her feet and smoothing her skirts out. She walked over to retrieve her shoes, slinging the tied laces over her shoulder and getting dirt on her garment. The orbs bounced along after her, tinkling sadly that she had to leave once more.

“I know…” she whispered to them as she reached her Shetland pony. Giving her a pat on the neck, she untied the reins from the tree branch and scrambled up quite unladylike into the side saddle. “Cupcake and I will be back,” she promised the orbs, blowing them a kiss that they gathered in a bunch to catch. The orbs played a soft tune in return as Keanna turned her pony away and started trotting towards the chains of reality.


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 15th went live earlier today. You can find Nightmare Mists on Wattpad!

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Taking A Chance

The yard sale is over. Finally. Thankfully.

However, it didn’t go as well as I had hoped. After all the stress, hassle, extreme lack of sleep, worry, anger, frustration, and work, I still came home with 90% of the stuff I took down to sell. *Sigh* Somehow it didn’t seem worth it now.

Since I really didn’t sell all that much, I now still have a ton of crap to sort out for pitching, attempting to sell on Craigslist or something, taking to Goodwill or other outreach centers. I feel like I’m just right back to square one, having gained very little ground.

It’s depressing and discouraging.

It doesn’t help that someone refused to let me sell half my board games — the ones that WOULD have sold — and actually took and hid them on me before the sale even began. Some mature mother I have. Or the fact that I’m now wishing I hadn’t sold one of the items my dad bought me. I really don’t have much that he gives me, but I didn’t think I’d ever use the horse magnet set so I made myself put it out, and now I’m really regretting it. Even if it was useless, it was sentimental to me, and I’m really wishing I would have kept it now.

Anyways, yard sale fail beside the point, after sleeping for ten hours to try to catch up to exhaustion. (Still didn’t work, woke up with a headache the next day that lasted all day.) I finally got myself back into writing after that week of no writing from running around like a chicken with no head.

This week isn’t going to end any better than last week was on that scale though, so that might take another blow.

I started working on Fated to Darkness again on Sunday, finished off a chapter, started the next. Even managed to get 4k written that day among blog hops, scheduling snippets, and a lot of other things. Monday afternoon at work though, while talking to a coworker, my Facebook popped up a notification that someone posted in the Sunday Snippet group.

Odd, I thought to myself. It’s normally only Saturday’s and Sunday’s I see those notifications pop up considering what the group is.

Out of curiosity I went to see what it was and found an opening for a chance at publication. Mind you, when I say a chance at publication I am talking a sort of contest, so I don’t have the greatest odds more than likely.

The post was letting us Snippeteers know that a certain publishing agency that puts out four anthologies a year was taking submissions for the Halloween/Fall and Christmas/New Year publications.

I got really excited by that. More so the Halloween/Fall anthology because that is my favorite time of the year.

Now I had never attempted to submit anything before to any sort of contest or publication opportunity — at least not this big scale, I’ve tried the Watty Awards on Wattpad, but… *Shrugs* — so the idea both scared me and made me excitement. The more I thought about it, the more I wanted to do it.

And the more I wanted to give it a shot, the quicker the plot bunny came hopping along into my head for a Halloween tale.

Within a couple hours of seeing that post, I had decided I was going for it.

For the rest of the shift, I was the crazy author who was carrying around a pen and paper on the sales floor as I worked, muttering to myself as I plotted and jotting down all that came to me so I wouldn’t forget it. I couldn’t wait to get home to start writing it. I was like a kid in a candy store in excitement. Could not wipe the wide grin off my face.

I still can’t believe I’m trying for this, but so far the story is coming along perfectly.

The deadline is August 20th which gives me eleven days to finish this and send it in. (Ten now really.) I’m not good at romance, but there has to be an aspect of romance to the story. For once I think I might have managed to wrangle a decent tale of love together. The story has to be between 5k and 20k words and currently I am 400 words away from hitting the minimum.

For once, I think I’m going to manage to keep something relatively short. (I know, shocking.) A bit of editing might change that once I finish the little tale, but I think I may not be more than 7k words or so. I even have a title for it already! And characters’ names! It’s a miracle!

Of course, my one MC is twisting the story in a direction I did not expect it to go, but I think it actually works out better that way. I even know what the ending looks like!

So it’s coming along quite nicely and I hope to have it finished by the end of this week so I can take a few days to poke around editing it before I send it in. (Gods that’s a scary thought.) I doubt I really have any odds on this. I mean, I have no idea how many submissions they get, or what kind of authors are sending stories in. They’re probably all published authors already and then here’s me…

Okay, I’m psyching myself out. Let’s not think of that and just focus on writing it so I can send it.

Wait, writing…

Deodamnatus. I was supposed to write my catch up Shard today. Welp, guess I’m writing that the rest of the night instead of working on this little tale. In the midst of a splitting headache that just came out of nowhere, too.

Wonderful.

An Important Piece (Snippet Sunday 8.7.16)

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.

snippet sunday

Welcome to August, Darklings! For a couple months — August and September I’m thinking — I am switching back to sharing from my adventure novel, Breaking Point. In October I might switch back to Fated to Darkness as I hope to have the first draft finished by then. (Yes, finished. I can hardly believe I’m saying that.) Should that happen, I’ll be posting to celebrate completing my first ever novel manuscript. Until then, enjoy more horses and mysterious bad guys!

Previously on Sunday Snippets: Our main character, who has yet to be named, has taken a ride through the forest on her horse Midnight, and has found herself racing a buck through the foliage. Midnight and his rider have veered off the path somewhere and have now found themselves in a uncharted part of the forest they have never seen before. They have run into a band of armed riders who seem threatening, and are surrounded now.

Since I left so many of you on a rotten cliffhanger on my last snippet at the end of June, I am going to be nice and pick up from there with what happens next. Feel free to check out that snippet to familiarize yourself with what was going on first!

(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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My heart sank as I realized I probably wasn’t going to make it out of this alive. But I was more afraid for the safety of my horse than I was for myself. Midnight was my baby, and I couldn’t stand to have something happen to him.

I looked back to the stranger and felt a tear roll down my cheek. “Please, don’t. Let us go,” I choked out.

The stranger urged his bay horse towards us. “Do you think I’m going to harm you, my dear?”

I nodded forcefully, too afraid to speak.

The stranger’s face fell at my response. He looked genuinely concerned, but I knew better than to fall for that facade. “I’m not going to hurt you, or your horse for that matter.”

“Then let us go,” I spluttered, my shaking hands gripping the reins. Midnight pranced beneath me, feeling my anxiety and fear mount by the second. He repeatedly pawed the earth and bobbed his head. His message was clear: he wanted to bolt now, no matter the odds of outrunning all of them.

“Ah, but I can’t. I need you. You’re an important piece to my game.”

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Dun dun dunnnn! What kind of game could this stranger be talking about?

Breaking Point 3

This story is not yet on Wattpad either as it is another unfinished work and unedited as well. I refuse to put up anything that is unedited. One day I hope to finish this book, but my focus this year is Fated to Darkness.

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!

Out of Time

So this week hasn’t been very kind to me.

The yard sale is in nine hours and I am not ready. I had roughly half a room left I still had yet to clean and go through. Part of the reason I didn’t finish is because I had two really messed up days that…I’m not even going to go there. One of which I can’t be angry or upset over because it was a… Not an emergency, but a sudden happening that I had no control over.

Here’s what happened.

I wrote Tuesday’s blog post after midnight and before I went to bed and work the next day. After that shift I was supposed to have off the rest of the week for riding and to be ready for this thing. Well, not far into my shift I got asked if I could work Friday even though I had wanted off because one of our managers had a death in the family and needed the time off.

(The scary, ironic part is I had been talking to said manager just last week about should anything ever happen, we had their back and would not hesitate to pick up their shifts for them.)

Of course then I said yes immediately. I’m not that cold-hearted. The good part about the shift was I would be getting off early in the afternoon, right after lunch and would still have the whole day to clean. The bad part about the shift was it started at 5am.

(I can’t complain about picking up the hours though since I lost my Sunday shift to said manager actually since I was scheduled to work a day I was on vacation by accident. So at least she got some hours before this tragedy hit, and I gained back the day I lost.)

Anyways! I did not sleep Thursday night into that shift. I had barely slept Wednesday as well. So by noon today I was dead on my feet. Which meant by the time I got home, I ate, and pretty much half napped, half just laid in bed for an hour and a half. I shouldn’t have tried to nap, it only made things worse for me for I couldn’t wake up after and I just felt sluggish. A shower finally seemed to help that, as is the coffee I’m drinking now.

However, I hadn’t started cleaning until late because of that shift and having to go set up where I’m holding this yard sale, and because of how exhausted I was.

But Friday wasn’t my only screwed up day.

Thursday was no better, but I’m not going to go into that one.

Now I’m running on an hour and a half sort of nap and a coffee to try to be ready for tomorrow. When I have to be up in 6 hours again and there’s still too much to do. I think I’m going to be lucky if I get a few hours of sleep tonight, and then it’ll be back for another large coffee in the morning to keep me going.

Part of my stress and worry is I have no idea how I’m pricing anything, and I have a ton of crap I need to get sorted and set up before we open the doors. And the fact I never finished cleaning like I wished (though it’s not all my fault, part of it is uncooperative household members in my way). Then there’s also the fact I haven’t written a single word on my novel so far this week…

Honestly, I’ll just be glad when tomorrow is over so this no longer hangs over my head and I get everything sorted out and gone to Goodwill or wherever if it doesn’t sell. I’m praying this is a success because I’m out of other ideas.

I know I can still clean out and go through things in the spare room after this. I think I’ve gotten most of what is sellable. If there’s some I missed, well… Don’t know what to do about it then. Maybe I can finally breathe after tomorrow is over at least.

All I know for sure is I’m damn glad I’m off Sunday so I can just crash tomorrow night and sleep as late as I need. Perhaps for a whole day at this point.

Hourglass Moon (Wednesday Words 8.3.16)

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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Hourglass Moon

“Fate, why are we out here?”

She shrugged, glancing sideways at her best friend. The action made her wobble as she tightrope walked along the train track’s rail. She flailed her outstretched arms, leaning with one foot out as an acrobat before regaining a parallel connection to the rail. “You don’t want to be out on a walk?”

“Depends on where we’re going and what the walk is for.”

Fate rolled her eyes slightly. “Lighten up, Destiny. I just wanted to take a walk.”

“That normally means you’re lost in your thoughts again, girl.”

“Is that a bad thing?”

Now it was Destiny’s turn to shrug. “Depends what trouble you walk yourself into from that line of thought tumbling away up in your pretty little head.”

Fate chuckled lightly, smirking. The two of them walked along in silence, Fate balancing upon the railroad and Destiny walking in the stones beside her. The crisp autumn day had them in hoodies to fend off the growing chill of October days. Destiny eventually shrugged off her satchel backpack and rummaged through it until she pulled out a half loaf of Italian bread. Fate had looked over at the crinkling noise of paper to see what she was doing and now shook her head.

“I swear, out of all the things someone could be addicted to as their favorite food, you have to have the strangest one.”

“What?” she protested, unwrapping the bread and tearing off a piece to pop in her mouth. “I like bread, is that a problem?”

“It’s odd.”

“You’re odd.”

Fate busted out laughing.

“Oh c’mon, you know you are. You stare off into space how often with this cloudy, dazed look to your eyes and we can’t get you to come back down to reality. You know things that are olden age or even too advanced and things you have never heard of before, yet you spit out facts, wisdom, and advice as if you yourself experienced all of it. Sometimes I think you’re a totally different person, even a different gender at times. It’s like you become someone else. When that happens and you snap out of it, you rarely ever remember what you did or said.”

Fate smiled ruefully. “I told you, I can’t explain it. I hardly understand it myself. It just feels like I’m…there but not there. Like my spirit has drifted away to something else and I’m viewing worlds, people’s lives, and eras beyond our own.”

“It’s weird.”

“It’s…exhilarating,” Fate corrected. “It makes me feel connected.”

Destiny rolled her eyes. “I don’t see how, but okay.” She paused. “Connected to what?”

“I’m not always quite sure,” she admitted, taking the piece of bread Destiny offered. “Sometimes I feel connected to emotions, other times to a different perspective or time period, other times to something completely alien. To the earth and the universe.” She shrugged. “I don’t always know and can’t always put words to the feeling.”

“I’ll say. It’s hard to get you speaking and thinking straight again after one of those…episodes.”

“You make it sound as if it is a health or mental issue,” Fate frowned.

“No! You know I don’t mean it like that, Fate! I just don’t know how else to describe those moments when you zone out and talk nonsense subjects you’ve never cared for or known about before that moment.”

Fate turned quiet again, staring down at the railroad ties as she walked along the rail yet. The breeze blustered past them, ruffling their hair. “It feels… It feels like I have body hopped,” she admitted.

“Body hopped?” Destiny raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah…” She slowly nodded, almost like she was mulling over her own word choice for naming it. “Body hopping… Like I have switched bodies and minds with someone else. Where I see what they see, think what they think, know what they know, experience and remember all they have. That’s…just how it seems.”

“Well… If you say so,” Destiny answered quietly, feeling perplexed. She came to a sudden stop two paces after her friend did, looking back to her. “Fate?”

Her best friend didn’t answer right away though, her eyes locked on something wedged in the rocks in the middle of the tracks. She hopped off the rail and crouched down, pulling away the stones until she uncovered what had glinted in the light and caught her attention. A sudden odd sensation descended on her as she stared at the golden necklace. Carefully she picked it up and held the charm in her hand, standing up.

“Fate? What is that? What’d you find?” Her friend came to her side to look.

“I’m…not sure…”

The pendant was a small white hourglass with sand inside it, hanging off the top tip of a black crescent moon. Her thumb ran across the hourglass, finding that the charm spun in a circle off the moon charm. As it did so, she felt a thrill wind through her body. An uplifting lightness that made her feel as if she was floating on air. She felt like she was being pulled away and falling in a dream.

Just like the dream falling, as soon as she took her thumb off the hourglass and the spinning stopped, the sensation came to a jerking halt. She practically flinched from the sudden loss of the feeling she had been experiencing. A moment of dizziness passed over her in which she shook her head to clear it.

“Fate?” There was a note of alarm in Destiny’s voice now as her friend tried to grab her attention.

The longer she stared at the pendant all the pieces of jumbled confusion about her episodes began to fall into place in her mind. The fog of mystery was beginning to lift and giving way to clear skies. She began to smile in giddy excitement, feeling a sense of rightness thrumming through her veins. The necklace was a sign, she was sure of it.

She looked up to Destiny. “Let’s go home. I think I just found my answers.”


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 8th went live earlier today. You can find Freedom’s Hope on Wattpad!

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Hello, August. So Long, Camp.

August

Welcome to August, Darklings!

Where has the time gone? Summer is half way over. Pretty soon we’ll be thinking of back to school and college, warm hoodies and bonfires, pumpkin flavored everything, changing leaves, breezy days, and, of course, All Hallow’s Eve. (That last one I’m totally okay with. I honestly wish Valentine’s Day would become a second Halloween. Or would it be first Halloween since Valentine’s Day is in February and Halloween is in October?)

But with the flipping of the calander again comes the dreaded task of looking back on the month before and frowning at all you had planned and didn’t get done. Then on looking at the new month and feeling overwhelmed as you try to cram last month’s goals and this month’s goals into one month.

Oh what fun.

*Sarcasm*

Well, looking back on July, the month didn’t turn out as I had hoped.

Yes, I did get another win in my books for Camp NaNo. Sadness — it’s over again until next April. There needs to be more Camps! But I still have November madness to drive myself crazy with. On top of the holiday season in retail. What fun!

Again… *Heavy sarcasm*

Besides Camp NaNoWriMo, I did manage to get my entire room cleaned out and organized. I still have to go through my books, and I might have missed a small drawer and file container I should go through yet, but those last two are minor. It’s the books I need to do before Saturday. For Saturday is my fast approaching yard sale.

I still have half a room to get through yet, and some cupboards in my bathroom. (Because I know I have an old fish tank in there I can sell, among a few other things.) There is not enough time in the day or days left in this week to get through everything I need to. I’m seeing some very late nights ahead of me, a lot of caffeine, and a lot less sanity. There’s too much I have to do yet.

Yesterday I did get the signs made finally, and an ad on Craigslist. I still need to go out and post them though because my Monday plans were screwed thanks to the Evil Day Job in which I stayed 3 hours later than I was supposed to.

Granted, I do need the hours and we are stressed right now because of a lot going on. (Worst time of the year in retail is BTS — Back To School. Christmas is as bad as this. Doesn’t help when you throw a lot of trouble and the big big BIG bosses’ visit in that mix.) I’m only getting two days this week compared to my eight straight last week. It’s only because I requested off days to be ready for the yard sale, plus camping and horseback riding thrown in the same week. My stress level might thank me for the time off, but my bank account won’t.

And I am getting way off topic of goals!

Anywho!

Looking back on July I got a win in Camp NaNo, and I got my room cleaned out and organized. I kept up with writing two Shards a week for my flash fictions to play catch up on the ones I missed due to my computer crash. I’m back on track for posting and for Sunday Snippets. (Though I’m behind on last week after that Hell Week.)

Except… Other than those four things about, I got nothing else done I was supposed to.

I didn’t catch up on any of my camping journal entries. I didn’t even finish the notes for the last one, or start the notes for the one I just came back from. I’m now four entries behind in writing that. I didn’t get through cleaning the spare room, though I finally started on Sunday. I haven’t gone through my books yet as I mentioned.

There’s a lot I should have done and ended up not getting to, or just became lazy and worn out and didn’t do then. And it puts me even further behind for August…

So what are my goals for August then?

I have to get the camping journal entries caught up this month. I HAVE to. (Someone crack the whip on me for this one.) I have created my own Cabin away from NaNo Cabins with a couple friends to continue motivating myself to keep writing, so I set myself a 20k goal for Fated to Darkness this month. (I’d love to finish the book this month, but with the yard sale and journal entries yet, I will settle for 20k. It’s only 5k a week. I aim to finish the whole book next month. *Squee!*) By this time next week I should all be done with yard sale things and cleaning. Thankfully.

Other than those three things, I have nothing else major planned for this month. Of course there’s always Snippets and other menial things that I have to do each month, but those are the big three for August. Here’s hoping I actually make them this month.

I guess y’all will find out at the end of August/beginning of September if I actually made these goals this time. Hell, I’ll find out myself.