Monday, November 12, 2018

#MenageMonday - 2x07 - "Full Circle"

Hey - two weeks in a row! Imagine that.

Here's my entry for #MenageMonday and I even made the time-cut off this time. *Score*



The Phrase: “it’s almost over”

The Judge’s Prompt: “then let me die”

The other entries an be found HERE.
My entry is below:

Full Circle

Zayne hoisted himself up the bizarre, barren landscape to a small ledge. In all his travels, he had never seen such a place before. He set down his pack and stretched.

Darius fidgeted in the pack, the stubs of his legs poking at the fabric as he adjusted his position to look upward at the trees protecting the summit.

“Careful, Dar, you don’t want to fall off,” Zayne warned, tugging on the loops of the pack to keep his friend from tumbling over the edge.

“It’s almost over,” Darius muttered, before shaking his head to himself.

“Ready?”

Darius nodded. Zayne slipped the pack over his shoulders again for the final leg of the expedition.

A few hours elapsed as Zayne used ever bit of knowledge in rock climbing that he had to keep him and Darius from tumbling down to the gorges below. Finally, they reached the summit, a square of land with three trees that had seen better days.

Zayne set the pack down and Darius quickly scrambled out, using his arms to propel him across the scrab grass.

“Now what?”

“Leave me.”

“What? I can’t leave you up here. You’ll starve to death.”

“Then let me die.” Before Zayne could speak up, Darius continued. “This is what I want, Zayne. This is where it happened, where I lost everything. ‘Tis only fitting that this is where I die, where I should have originally. It was a mistake I survived.”

@MLGammella
241 Words

Friday, November 9, 2018

ThursdayThreads Week 338 - Poolside

Getting back into the flash fiction circuit again, I realized how much I missed such fun ones as MenageMonday and ThursdayThreads. There were a couple of other weekly flash contests back when I was participating regularly, but it looks like they aren't active anymore, including my own flash fiction blog I had going for awhile. Thankfully there are new ones that I'm getting familiar with and are enjoying like the Mid-Week Flash. Each flash contest is another way to get the creative juices flowing. I've been trying to keep the entries in the world of my current #Nano project, Waking Elizabeth, but it isn't always possible. Today was one of those days. The flash entries that deal with my current WIP may not necessarily make the draft, but it helps me stay in the characters mind. :)

Today is (well, was since it's after midnight, but it's still Thursday to me) Thursday, which means #ThursdayThreads! The prompt was: “They always travel in packs.”

I loved the prompt and the ideas where endless on what you could do with it. Based on the stories submitted on the blog, everyone else had fun with it too. The judge is going to have her work cut out for her.

HERE is where you can read all of the entries.

My story is below. Enjoy!

Poolside

Elizabeth leaned back in her pool lounger and sipped the frozen colorful concoction that Carrie had brought her a moment ago. She had no idea what was in it, but it was delicious. If she drank too many of these, she doubted she’d remember much of the weekend.

Laying poolside at Caesar’s Palace in Las Vegas was not how Elizabeth had planned on her weekend to go, but Carrie finally convinced her to go out for an impromptu girl’s weekend. Elizabeth had to admit to herself, it was nice to get away for a few days, to pretend for a moment, a few days, that she wasn’t in the situation that she was in.

Carrie relaxed next to her, a matching fruity concoction loaded with sugar and alcohol in her hand. “Ah, I could stay here forever.”

“It is rather nice here,” Elizabeth agreed.

“I’m rather partial to the view,” Carrie commented, her eyes following a small group of men walking from the round Temple pool to the nearby Venus pool, their skin glistening from the water.

“They always travel in packs, don’t they?”

“Usually, and that’s part of the fun.”

Both women burst out laughing, causing a couple of the men to look in their direction. Carrie blew them a kiss and waved. Elizabeth hid her face behind her sun hat. The men smiled as they rejoined their friends.

“Today is going to be a lot of fun,” Carrie declared with a devilish smile.

245 Words
@MLGammella

Wednesday, November 7, 2018

Mid-Week Flash Challenge Week 79 - Home

Hey - two days in a row I've done flash fiction! That hasn't happened in ... well years.

Today was my entry for the Mid-Week Flash Challenge found HERE. Real simple, a picture is provide and you have a week to write up to 750 words about it or what inspires you about it. Can't go wrong with that.

Except I went over the word count.

Oh well - it was a good exercise and I rather like the story.

Check out the other entries at the link provided above and mine is below.

The prompt:


HOME

The pink daisy was waiting for her among the rocks and driftwood on the beach. Soreah had been finding them in various places all day long. She had no idea who had been leaving them or if they were even meant for her.

She looked around to see if anyone was watching her but she appeared to be alone. That was unusual as the island was a popular tourist location and it was smack dab in the middle of tourist season. At this time of day, the beach was usually crowded with couples walking along the beach or having one of those expensive “private” dinners only steps from the water.

She stopped only feet from the daisy, unsure if she should disturb it or not. Curiosity was getting the better of her. Surely if it was meant for someone else, the person who placed it there would speak out before Soreah messed anything up.

With that settled, Soreah knealt and carefully picked up the cheery daisy and brought it to her nose. She had always loved daisies and it had taken a lot of restraint not to pick up each and every one she saw throughout the day. The pollen tickled her nose, making a sneeze creep up her throat, but she was able to stifle it before it escaped.

“I’m glad you finally picked one of them up.”

Soreah jumped and squealed in surprise, wheeling away from the direction of the voice. After a few seconds she was able to catch her breath and looked at the man who spoke, seemingly coming out of the middle of nowhere. She could’ve sworn that she was alone on the beach a second ago.

“You left it for me?”

“Yes, but you left all the rest behind. I brought them with me here.” The strange man held out a dozen more of the pink blooms.

“Um, I—thank you?” Soreah hesitantly took the flowers, still unnerved by the sudden appearance of the man.

“You are quite welcome.” He smiled at her, but it didn’t make her feel any more at ease. His smile was odd, not that it wasn’t a natural smile, because it appeared to be, but just something odd about him and his smile. “Now, aren’t you going to ask me why I had laid them out for you to find?”

This man’s behavior continued to confuse Soreah. She looked behind her briefly, the sun was nearly completely behind the horizon and the darkness was coming in quickly.

“I was just wondering that very thing,” she replied, keeping a much lighter tone than she felt. “You took the words right out of my mouth.”

“Well, let me tell you,” the man began. “The first time I saw you, I thought you were the most beautiful woman I had ever seen and needed to meet you.” Soreah blushed and briefly hid her face in the flowers but didn’t interrupt as the man continued his story. “But I knew a man of my lowly stature couldn’t approach a woman such as yourself without some kind of gift, so I decided I’d lay flowers out for you to find as you went about your day. That part was easy. Figuring out your routine was the hard part.”

Soreah shivered despite the heat of the island. How long had he really been following her?

“Once I had that figured out, I put the flowers out, and viola, here we are. Finally, I get to meet you.” The man’s smile deepened, which did nothing to alleviate Soreah’s concerns.

“Thank you, that is very sweet of you, but I can’t-“

“Ah, you cannot deny me, Soreah,” the man said, in the most reasonable tone of voice she had ever heard.

“How do you know my name?” She took a step back, fear starting to pulsate through her body. Her nose tickled again, and this time she couldn’t fight off the sneeze.

“I know lots of things about you.” The man took a stop closer to her, closing in the distance she just made between the two of them. Then he took another step and another until he was right in front of her.

“Look, I’m sorry-“ Soreah began before she sneezed again.

“Like I know the agent I dusted those daisies with should be kicking in right now.”

Shocked, Soreah tried to step back, to escape, but the burning sensation in her nose was worsening now, making it hard to breathe. Her eyes were starting to water.
“What did you do to me?” she gasped, falling to the sand and trying to crawl away.

“Nothing that any man who was in love wouldn’t do,” the man replied calmly.

Soreah’s vision started to spot and panic sat like a lead balloon in her chest. She continued to try to crawl away but whatever drugs or chemicals he put in those flowers was affecting her coordination.

“Oh don’t worry, Soreah. I have everything you could possibly need.”

“What?” she cried weakly.

“Don’t you worry about a thing,” he cooed, approaching her again, kneeling beside her. “I’ll take care of you. Now that I found you, I’m never letting you go.”

Soreah struggled to get away but couldn’t make her body cooperate. The last thing Soreah remembered was feeling his cold and clammy hands on her body as he picked her up.

“Time to go home, Soreah.”

Tuesday, November 6, 2018

MenageMonday

My friend and awesome writer, Cara Michaels, hosts a flash fiction contest that I used to participate in all the time. Thankfully she just started hosting it again and I finally got back on the horse today and participated. Unfortunately, I didn't get my entry in time to be judged, but I still did it. :)

You can see the prompts and all of the other entries HERE.

My entry is below:

Elizabeth was lost in her thoughts, walking through a park near her house. The sun was beginning to set and made the leaves on the trees glow with the burnished colors of fall. It was her favorite time of year.

If she didn’t think too hard, she could almost imagine Jeff walking beside her, his hands brushing hers as they walked. But, it was just an illusion. Just her memories playing tricks on her, of seasons past.

Snow began to fall as she left the park and neared her home. The first snowflakes of winter, little tentative flakes, whisping about in the wind. Something else that Jeff was missing.

He always loved the first snowfall. He said it was the start of a truly magical time of year. Fall was when everything started to die. Winter was when nature rested before restarting in the spring. The snow cleansing the world for another year. She always laughed when he would tell this story. Now she’d give anything to hear him tell it one more time.

Her friends told her it was time to let it go, but she wasn’t ready yet. The vows she swore in front of all her friends and family meant something. Elizabeth wasn’t ready for her winter to end quite yet. She didn’t mind the cold anyway.

@mlgammella
216 words

Thursday, November 1, 2018

NaNoAgain

Based on the last time I posted on this blog, I am woefully out of the habit of writing.

But, just like riding a bike, I'm getting back on.

The first few days may be wobbly, but they will be there.

So far, I've already written more today then I have in the past several years. I can't believe it's been that long. I knew it had been awhile, but I didn't realize it had been YEARS.

Time to get that bike rolling.

I have a few ideas percolating in my brain basket, but I am going to start this bike ride with continuing my WIP "Finding Elizabeth." Thankfully I had some pretty detailed notes.

Hope you stay long for the ride ... and if you used to do something you enjoyed but got out of the habit of doing it, it's never too late to start up again. The only thing stopping you is you.

Tuesday, October 6, 2015

2015 NaNoWriMo - Let's Do This

Over the years, for the few followers of this blog, you have watched me write, stop, write again, stop, and write some more. Well, the stopping is over, at least for now. I am doing NaNo again this year and I am determined to complete it. 

Except this time, you can help me. If you write, we can be writing buddies, encouraging one another to get those daily word counts in. If you don't write, drop me a message to push me, ask me if I've written today, or for the very daring of you, you can sponsor me here to help support NaNo and all of their great programs.

The novel I'm working on this year is Waking Elizabeth, a tragic romance ... not my normal genre, but the story struck me one day on my way home from work and nearly brought me to tears. That's been a few years now but the punch of the scene that came to my head is still as potent as it was then. Here is a synopsis:


For ten years, Elizabeth's husband, Jeff, has been in a coma after suffering a serious brain injury while on a job site. She held on hope that he would eventually wake up, but as the years wore on, it seemed less and less likely. He remained in a coma, neither of them able to move on.

Finally worn down by friends and family to go out and live a little, Elizabeth does but it backfires on her spectacularly. Fighting guilt over the vows she made so long ago, she struggles on what to do, to live when he cannot, to possibly even find love again ... 

Just as she thinks that she can move on, the impossible happens. Jeff, the first love of her life, wakes up. Elizabeth is caught between the past and the present ... and if love can really strike twice.


You can check on my progress by checking my blog updates, my Facebook page, or the word counter to the right.

Thanks for sticking around and I hope to see you this November encouraging me AND sponsoring me to finish this novel!

Thanks!

Tuesday, April 7, 2015

100 Days of Creativity - DFQ Edition - Day 2

So, two days in a row! I've made a new record!

Today's dabble is Finish That Thought...., another great Flash Fiction contest.

It was the night of a blood red moon. According to the legends of Mirja'a's people, it was during nights like these where the rivers would flow with the blood of their enemies.

It was also a night like this when the Bijeszlo attacked so many years ago, when the blood of Strijela flowed freely, saturating the ground and water.

The time for revenge was at hand. It was a special blessing from Upinde indeed that would give the Strijela a blood red moon on the same night as Sha'donar. The holy celebration before battle took on a deeper, more personal meaning this night.

Mirja'a tested the tautness of the string of her bow as she listened to the singing and drumming of the priests and priestesses. She would make an appearance soon, before her people, before they began their march north to the territories of the hated Bijeszlo.

Setting her bow aside, she picked up her hakta and tested the edge with the pad of her thumb. A thin line of red blossomed across her skin. Satisfied, Mirja'a pressed harder, causing blood to pool along the edge. Once there was enough along the blade, she used her thumb to mark her face with her lifeblood, across her cheeks, forehead, and chin. The tang of iron settled around her, but she didn't mind.

Carefully, Mirja'a held the blade out in the small fire in front of her, letting the heat burn away the last vestiges of her blood and cleansing it. The remnants of her blood bubbled, burned, then flaked away, leaving the knife sparkling and pure. The next blood that her sacred hakta would taste would be that of a Bijeszlo.

The music from the holy people of Strijela was beginning to crescendo and Mirja'a was expected to appear soon. She murmured a quick but earnest prayer to Upinde as she gathered her various weapons.

It was time. The people of Holy Upinde would get their revenge and the rivers would flow red again. Soon the Bijeszlo would discover the consequences of their actions. Soon, Mirja'a's parents would be vindicated, once and for all.

@MLGammella
355 Words