Prairie Birth (Wednesday Words 8.24.16)

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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Prairie Birth

The wagon wheels creaked as he halted the two chestnut horses. “Hang on, honey,” he murmured, getting up and hopping off. He hurried around the back of the wagon to her side, taking her hand and gingerly helping his wife down.

Halfway down she winced and hunched over, nearly falling. He caught her and held her against his chest as he started carrying her towards the lone prairie house.

“I got ya.”

Her hand rested over her stomach, breathing deeply as she tried to quell the surging waves of pain and kicking. Once they reached the door of the cabin, he set her down on her feet but kept an arm around her waist, holding her against him.

“Just breathe… Keep breathing,” he tried to instruct as he pounded hard upon the door. “Hello! Is anyone home?!” He pounded again on the door, glancing towards the soft light glowing within the closest window to him. “Please!”

“Jack…” she moaned, faltering.

His grip around her waist tightened a fraction. “Just hang on… Hello!” The door shook with the force of his pounding now.

“Who’s there?!” a male voice from within yelled.

“Please, we need help. My wife, she’s in labor and we had not yet reached the next town when it set in. Please, open the door. She needs a bed and I… I do not know how to deliver a baby!”

He heard a quick exchange of voices within before the door swung open and an older couple faced him. The weathered husband held a rifle in his hand while he stood behind his plump wife. They eyed the pair as light washed over their figures. The wife’s eyes landed upon his expectant wife and widened.

“Goodness gracious! Herald, go clear the extra bed and gather me lots of towels, hot water, and the herbs from the cupboard. Quickly.” She shooed her husband off who set down the rifle and did exactly as she told him to. “Come. Come in.”

“Thank you. Thank you so kindly, ma’am.” Jack breathed in relief as the woman helped them inside and shut the door with her foot, leading them to the bed and settling Colleen down. He stood back awkwardly out of the way, watching worriedly. His wife had a vice grip on his hand.

Herald soon came hurrying back with all the elderly woman had asked for, arms laden with the stuff as he set it to the side of her and looked up at Jack. “This your first?” Jack nodded stiffly and the man smiled reassuringly. “No need to worry. The first is always the hardest. Martha here knows what she is doing, you’re in good hands with your wife.”

He tipped his hat in appreciation. “I’m much obliged.”

Martha dabbed at Colleen’s forehead and hushed her gasps of pains, then rolled up her sleeves as she got ready to work. “Alright, dear, you just follow my instructions, the both of you, and pretty soon you’ll have your firstborn in your arms wailing away. I could do this in my sleep.”

Colleen gave a timid smile laced with pain and glanced at her husband. Oh how she hoped that was true.


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.

Since I’ve been focusing on a project with a deadline and work, the next oldest Shard has not yet gone up on Wattpad yet. I know I was supposed to have the final two catch up Shards done and posted to Wattpad before this but some things got the front burner in the past week. There will be news on that in Friday’s post! *Squee* Hopefully next week I’ll at least have one of the catch up Shards up.

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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.

You Can’t Run (Snippet Sunday 6.26.16)

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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I am going to continue sharing from my first ever novel Breaking Point through the rest of June before switching to something else in July again. Breaking Point is an adventure novel that for once has no elements of fantasy.

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.

Picking up right where I left off from 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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My heart thumped in my chest as I realized this guy was probably a kidnapper. My hands were shaking as I gathered up the reins tight and lightly urged Midnight to the side. I tried to keep my movements as subtle as possible, lest the bad guy get my idea of running and make a move for that gun. Midnight continued to prance but obeyed me, moving slightly as to position himself away from the stranger.

“You can’t run.”

I froze in the saddle at the stranger’s words. His voice was deep and commanding, and a little scary if I was honest with myself. Within it loomed the threat that whatever he said, he would stick to. There’d be no jokes or broken promises from him.

Hesitantly, I glanced back at the stranger and stammered out, “W-What?”

The stranger just looked at me, a small grin playing at the corners of his mouth. “I mean what I said. You can’t run, you have nowhere to go.”

At his words, the sound of clip-clopping hooves echoed around me. Coming from out of the woods all around the clearing was a band of horses and riders. I looked back and forth between the riders, real terror blooming within me. There had to be a total of twelve of them in all at first glance. They were all evenly spaced out around the clearing, close enough together that they could block my path by the time I would make it to the trees.

He was right, I wasn’t going anywhere.

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And cue the cliffhanger! I’m evil. Next month I’ll be switching back to Fated to Darkness for Camp NaNo, then maybe after that in August I’ll come back to Breaking Point if you guys reaaaaally want me too.

Breaking Point 3

Cover made by @writethelove on Wattpad

 

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!

Something Eerie (Snippet Sunday 5.22.16)

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

I am going to continue sharing from my first ever novel Breaking Point for the rest of May and through June. Breaking Point is an adventure novel that for once has no elements of fantasy.

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.

Picking up right where I left off from 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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Somewhere along the way we had taken a new path, and I wasn’t quite sure where we had veered off from. I wasn’t at all familiar with where we were, and I wasn’t at all sure I knew how to make it back to the small trail that lead home. The forest around us had taken on an eerie setting, putting both me and my horse on edge.

Midnight slowed down to a nervous walk. Every so often he would prance and bob his head up and down, a sure sign that he knew something was amiss around us. I did the best I could with soothing gestures to try to calm him, while my own mind wandered down the path of all possible bad outcomes. My imagination was running wild, causing me to panic. Midnight could feel that through our bond and it wasn’t helping matters. I could try to calm my horse down as much as I wished, but it wouldn’t do a smidge of good unless I was calm myself.

And that wasn’t going to happen until we were somewhere familiar again.

For more than ten minutes we walked on cautiously. My eyes darted to every little sound, afraid that something was going to pop out. Midnight’s ears flickered back and forth as he caught the noises too, his tail swishing from side to side. My heart was beating in my chest like a racehorse, fear making my hands sweat causing me to lose my grip on the reins.

A lone owl hooting overhead made me jump and gasp. Midnight stopped in his tracks, throwing his head up and chewing his bit. I nearly fell out of the saddle at the sudden noise. The eeriness of the woods seemed to close in on us. There was no other sounds in the forest but that of the hooting owl.

 Suddenly we seemed all too exposed and unaware. I wanted to get the hell out of there. Fast.

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Spooky, spooky.

Breaking Point 3

Cover made by @writethelove on Wattpad

 

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!