Tag: Short Story

Charybdis and The Pines – NaNoWriMo Excerpt Days #15 & #16

Charybdis and The Pines – NaNoWriMo Excerpt Days #15 & #16

On the 14th I spent the day writing 2,605 words of nonfiction (a.k.a. blog posts), and yesterday I had a long night and didn’t have a chance to post. So today you get two excerpts, each from a different short story, one of which I finished yesterday and one of which is still in progress and I hope to finish today. Continue reading “Charybdis and The Pines – NaNoWriMo Excerpt Days #15 & #16”

The Grand Beginning – NaNoWriMo Excerpt Day #13

The Grand Beginning – NaNoWriMo Excerpt Day #13

This is another excerpt from a short story instead of The Shadow Raven.

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Fiona’s eyes flashed open. The room around her was still, but it only took her a moment to identify what sound had woken her. The front door had opened. Why was someone coming into the house at… She glanced at the clock by her bed. Why was someone coming into the house at three in the morning? She debated Continue reading “The Grand Beginning – NaNoWriMo Excerpt Day #13”

To Feel the Water – NaNoWriMo Excerpt Day #12

To Feel the Water – NaNoWriMo Excerpt Day #12

Today’s excerpt isn’t from The Shadow Raven, but from a short story I’m writing for my little sister for Christmas.

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“I made my choice. There’s no changing it.” Cordelia looked out the window over the sink, looking out at the beach outside. Waves crashed on the sand, and she was reminded of what she’d left behind. A tail. The ability to breathe underwater. A few Continue reading “To Feel the Water – NaNoWriMo Excerpt Day #12”

One Shot – Short Story Sunday

One Shot – Short Story Sunday

This one is a spy story, something I’ve not written before. It was pretty fun to write, though I think spy stories aren’t really my strong suit (maybe I’d be better on a longer piece?) and I probably won’t write many more. I hope you enjoy it. :)

 

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Isaac glanced through the cafe window to make sure that she was there today. Yup. There in the corner, the same place she always was. Her electric blue eyes gave her away instantly, along with her vibrant purple hair. He wondered why she’d made herself so noticeable.

He headed inside, trying to look casually interested, and set a hand gently on the chair across from her. “Is this seat taken?”

She looked up, a lock of bright purple hair falling over her eye. She brushed it away. “No.”

He took a seat. “I’m Isaac.”

“Atrea.” She looked at him, obviously intrigued.

“Nice to meet you.”

“You too.” Her jacket sleeve had slid up to reveal a barcode tattoo on the inside of her left wrist. The numbers underneath read “G-037.”

“Interesting tattoo.” Continue reading “One Shot – Short Story Sunday”