Writing…
140,000+ words in a novel = piece of cake
1,000 word blog post = hardest thing ever
This is where I’m attempting to share my writing journey and some of the things I’ve learned along the way, whilst learning to not be so doggone long-winded.
Not sure if I’m succeeding yet or not.
Inktober 2019: Ripe
#31. Ripe “So. You are now the master of these human lands. Which will you have—war or peace?” “The time is ripe for change,” Thomas whispers to Alys. “What say you? Shall we take on this quest together?” She places her hand firmly in his. “We shall have peace,” Thomas declares. #50wordfiction #inktober2019writeredition
read moreInktober 2019: Catch
#30. Catch Something like a living rock approached, towering over the couple. “You both have Fae blood?” he rumbled at them. Thomas paused to catch his breath before replying. “I suppose we do.” “Have you always known?” “I knew of myself, but not my wife.” Alys nodded, red-faced. “I likewise.” “How…perfect.” #50wordfiction #inktober2019writeredition
read moreInktober 2019: Injured
#29. Injured Lludu’s sling is whirling once more. The horse stumbles, obviously injured, and falls to his knees. The iron-clad man springs free, sword drawn. “I have no fear of you demons. Come closer and I’ll prove it,” he threatens as he backs away. The earth rumbles, opens its mouth, and swallows. #50wordfiction #inktober2019writeredition
read moreInktober 2019: Ride
#28. Ride As she watches, Thomas collapses within the charred circle, exhausted. Alys pushes herself to her feet and rushes through the carnage to his side, wrapping her arms about him. “Stop him!” the stone voice orders. Husband and wife turn in time to see FitzWilliam mount his horse and ride away. #50wordfiction #inktober2019writeredition
read moreInktober 2019: Coat
#27. Coat Alys pressed her hands into the dirt. The earth opened in a ring about Thomas, coating some creatures in dirt, burying yet more, but still the ring drew tighter. I choose myself, Father, Thomas thought, reaching inside for the sparks he’d long ago foresworn. Flames kindled, and the creatures burned. #50wordfiction #inktober2019writeredition
read moreInktober 2019: Dark
#26. Dark The trees crept closer, crowding out the sun, casting them all into darkness. Thomas looked to FitzWilliam, and saw nothing in those dark eyes. Neither fear for himself, nor affection for his son. “Who will you choose, boy?” his father asked. “Her, or me?” “Thomas?” His wife’s voice was fear-filled. #50wordfiction #inktober2019writeredition
read moreInktober 2019: Tasty
#25. Tasty The woods exploded in movement. Even as FitzWilliam’s woodsman fell, a smooth stone blooming from his brow, his groom vanished into the trees, screaming. The shrieks did not stop. And Thomas found himself surrounded by a ring of small blood-capped creatures. “Tasty, tasty, tasty,” they chanted as the circle closed. #50wordfiction #inktober2019writeredition
read moreInktober 2019: Dizzy
#24. Dizzy Nothing happens. Then a voice of stone rumbles, “Why have you come, child of the mountain?” Alys cannot speak, dizzy from a sudden lack of air. “It was not her doing,” FitzWilliam yells. “So show yourself, else the girl dies.” His woodsman nocks an arrow to his bow. “Father, no!” #50wordfiction #inktober2019writeredition
read moreInktober 2019: Ancient
#23. Ancient They stop before an ring of ancient trees, twisted branches barring the path. The last time she’d been here to the Gap, Thomas had joined her— FitzWilliam yanks Alys from her horse. “Come out, come out, whatever you are,” he murmurs, and thrusts her into the midst of the trees. #50wordfiction #inktober2019writeredition
read moreInktober 2019: Ghost
#22. Ghost “Where are we going, my lord?” Despite her fear, Alys succeeds in keeping her voice steady. FitzWilliam does not answer her question, but rather poses one of his own. “How does one go about snaring a ghost, I wonder. What bait might lure such an unholy thing out of hiding?” #50wordfiction #inktober2019writeredition
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