Monthly Archives: May 2012
I returned home yesterday after an incredible weekend at BaltiCon, The Maryland Regional Science Fiction and Fantasy Convention. If you’ve never attended a convention, you must, seriously. Whether you’re a reader, an artist, a musician, gamer, writer, or fan, there is something for everyone.
In case you need to catch up, here’s the link to parts one through five of Safia’s Story.
My fingers worked of their own accord, nimbly weaving the long tendrils of unearthed roots together into a long rope. The idea had occurred to me the first evening after that test. Sitting by the fire with no weapon I had felt anxious, vulnerable. We had no real means of protection except perhaps Bryony’s stone-tipped spear which she typically used as a walking stick. Somehow I wasn’t too keen on the thought of relying on the old woman for help. After all, she had simply stood there, watching, smiling even as I was dragged across the ground. Continue reading
I have compiled parts one through four of the series into a single document titled Safia’s Story. I have added this story to my writing tab under short stories. Each week until the story is done I will post the newest installment on the blog, and then add it to the main document so that Safia’s story will always be available to read in its entirety. You can also search for Friday Fiction to read the individual pieces with their comments. Thanks so much for reading and for the great suggestions. Here’s part five… Continue reading
A single drop of rain raced along the broad surface of the spade-shaped leaf that stretched out in front of my hiding place. It followed the intricate pattern made by the indentations from many snaking veins until it finally found … Continue reading
We would like to say thanks to all the people who came to celebrate with us this weekend in body and/or spirit. If you couldn’t make it, or don’t live anywhere near us and didn’t know about it, here’s the scoop. Continue reading
“Fourteen rings.” I replied, squaring my shoulders a bit.
The old woman let out a harsh sounding cackle that quickly turned into a cough.
“Fourteen eh,” she said once she’d recovered, “and decided to become an old one already?”
My brow knit together in confusion. How did she know where I was going? Then she answered my silent question.
“No one comes out of that forest unless they’re journeying to the place of the souls child.”
I look quizzically at the parent who’s just spoken.
Me: “Whose husband?”
“Your husband! On the camping trip!” she exclaims.
“I heard that too!” chimes in a second parent.
“Oh, yeah, he had everybody laughing!” confirms a third.
Me: “Really?” Continue reading
Long blades of grass tickled my legs. The sun beat down relentlessly on the crown of my head causing sweat to trickle through my long hair. As my feet carried me tentatively forward I began to feel nervous, exposed. There was nowhere to hide on this treeless plain, no shade, no fruit; would there be water? How would I find it?
My breathing began to come in short gasps as as these questions raced through my mind. I considered going back, but one last glance at my forest is all that I allowed myself before continuing resolutely onward. Continue reading
The following is my entry for The Writer’s Voice Contest hosted by Cupid’s Literary Connection.
Genre: Adult Science Fiction
Plot Summary of Empyrean:
Jahira, a NASA pilot who hasn’t stepped outside without a lifesuit in over 25 years, is learning to live off the land. The hardest part of her training is that the land is not on Earth. Continue reading
I’m excited to introduce you to friend and YA Fantasy writer Rachel Horwitz! Rachel manages a craft-focused blog and You Are What You Write, and is also active on twitter @rachelhwrites. She’s a wonderful person, a great supporter, and has an impressive never-give-up attitude. She’s also a pretty great writer, as you shall soon discover! Enjoy Rachel’s original science fiction short, and let her know what you think in the comments!
With just one word, it was all over. Any beliefs I once held crumbled in my fingers as I passed the lock of hair over to the doctor. “It doesn’t make sense to keep it,” people told me. Of course, I knew that. It wouldn’t bring him back. But it was the smallest, most cherished connection to him that remained. And I wasn’t giving it up for just anything. Continue reading