What we Are

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Copyright – Claire Fuller

If a mirror existed that showed us our reflection, not as we appear, but as we feel; a pure reflection of our souls; what would I look like in such a glass? A rumbling volcano? An explosion of raging lava at a word said in a misjudged time? A spluttering of ash at a phrase uttered in a misused tone? But I guess it would be a mild volcano; no Vesuvius.  Unsteady, yes, and explosive, but fading quickly; an Etna maybe.

You? What would your reflection be, my love? A statue made of marble, perhaps?

Emotionless, no explosions; cold to the touch, like marble?

All logic, no splutterings; clean and flawless, like marble?

For Friday Fictioneers.

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A Summoning

Summer, you cruel devil, are you not done with me yet? Have my offerings in bucketfuls of sweat not been to your insatiable satisfaction?

Winter, you sweet thing, deliver me from this hell.

This was me tipping my hat at the seasons and, in so doing, answering the challenge the good people from Trifecta posed us this weekend:

Apostrophe: “A figure of speech in which some absent or nonexistent person or thing is addressed as if present and capable of understanding.”

Regarding my particular choice of Apostrophe…if you live were i do, where Summer lasts for eight whole months with daily temperatures of 35 degrees Celsius and humidity so high that the air you breath sticks to the sides of your nostrils and liquidates on its way down to your lungs…you would understand me better.

Beesity

Copyright – Jennifer Pendergast

‘It’s the Beesity epidemic?’

‘The what?’

‘You know… what they were saying on the news the other day…the obesity epidemic that’s hit the bees!’

‘Oh! … What the hell is that?’

‘It doesn’t matter, just stay away from the damn things.  Charlie from work said that his mother’s cousin’s daughter was stung by one and it split her in half.’

‘Oh!’

‘If it comes anywhere near you just don’t move and stay calm.’

‘Oh! … OH! … Brady…?’

‘Yes, sweetie?’

‘Don’t panic…’

‘Why should I panic, sweetie?’

‘Do. Not. Move.’

‘Shit! Sweetie? … Sweetie? Where are you going? Sweetie!’

For Friday Fictioneers.  Not particularly proud of my attempt this week, but it is what it is.  Hope you like it better than I do!

My Damsel

I dragged her screaming.  But she never prayed for rescue, nor shed a tear. She glared at me; eyes burning in anger not fear.  Therein lay her charm.  She conquered me.  I’m hers.

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Copyright: Offspring (The Sword of the Dragon by Scott Appleton)

I gave you 33 words for this Monday’s Trifecta Challenge which is: CHARM (verb) 3: to control (an animal) typically by charms

Though technically I didn’t…I had this done for a Trifextra Challenge a couple of weeks back; the one that had no subject and just said, ‘Give us your best 33 words.’  Do you remember that one?  Well I had prepared what by no means did I think were my best 33 words (by the way, thanks for not piling on the pressure on that one, Trifecta!) but they were the best I could do at the time.  Then, when I pressed ‘Publish’ nothing happened.  I tried and tried.  In the end, my tiny story remained in the draft section till today and until I read Draug’s post – which is brilliant and also about dragons – and it was than that I remembered that I have a dragon of my own waiting his turn for a spot on the web.

So there you have it; a back story which is longer than the actual story and a tired writer hoping you’ll like her work.

Good night, you all!

Procrastinate Ad Eternum

My writing process is in my title.  Procrastinate Ad Eternum. Yes, that’s me.

Why am I telling you this?

Because in this week’s Trifecta challenge we were asked to describe our writing process in three words.

Why?

Because one of the Trifecta editors has recently been lucky enough to have been present in the aura of Neil Gaiman, who happens to be my favouritest author in the whole wide word. In the Q&A that followed the reading of the Master’s third chapter of the new book The Ocean at the End of the Lane, the Reigning Monarch in Fictiondom was asked  “Can you tell us your writing process in three words?”

His Awesomeness replied, “Glare.  Drink tea.”

That was a cool and insightful question to ask the Conqueror of the Pen, and I wish it came to me when I met His Greatness at the 2011 Fringe Festival.  Alas, that is not how my rendezvous with my idol in fantasy fiction went.  And if you want to know how it did go, read on. Continue reading