Saturday and welcome to the second instalment of Weekend Words. I'm using this as a way to get me to write - an exercise in rebooting my creativity. I would love if you played along - here's today's writing prompt. I'll post my 'homework' tomorrow. If you want, you can post your work either in the comments here or on tomorrow's post's comments.
I've thought about this on and off all day, but I'm drawing a blank. Sorry, hon. We'll see if I have any creative juices tomorrow. I can't wait to see what you come up with.
Listen, you're not the only one who got stumped on this. You would think with me putting it up on the blog, I'd have some kind of idea - but I struggled with this, too! I guess that's a good thing - be pretty boring if I just picked stuff that gave me an instant idea.
Thanks for stopping by, B.E. - hope your weekend is going well :)
Yeah, my mind went to a really weird place. I probably need more sleep. Or a drink. ;-) Warning, not for weak stomachs or for reading while eating.
**** Stunned, she couldn’t scream. Or wouldn’t. Stubbornness left no room for fear. The hand emerged through the swirling monochrome silk of the Veil. Unblinking, she watched it reach for her.
“I’ve come to get you.”
Caleb. Playmate. Foster brother. Werewolf. She didn’t breathe a sigh of relief.
“Hurry, Sade, before Mathias figures out where you are!”
Mathias. Saviour. Father-figure. Vampire. His words, spoken to her gargoyle bodyguard, haunted her, even years later. ”I would see her dead by my own hand, Roman, before I let the faerie have her.”
“Fucking fae.”
“Watch your language, Sade. You know Mathias hates it when you curse.”
She grasped his hand. Her stomach lurched, like she was on an express elevator to hell. Her ears echoed with sucking noises as the Veil grasped and pulled at her psyche. Silver. Gray. Black. White. Like liquid silk, the colors enveloped her, clouding vision and thought. Sade landed with a knee-bruising thud on her terrace. Sides heaving, her stomach emptied its contents.
“Ewww. Gross!”
“Fuck you, Caleb.”
“Language, Sade.”
At that sharp order, she raised her head, panting and swallowing the last bit of bile. Mathias. Caleb whimpered and scampered off. The odor of her vomit would never mask the stench of magic clinging to her like tattered strips of silk. Oh, yeah. She was in trouble. Unblinking, she watched Mathias reach for her. Stunned, she couldn’t scream. Or wouldn’t.
Ooh, very good. I love the idea of a silk veil of magic - nice.
I see you're in Caleb and Sade mode, Silver - does this mean you're working on Caleb's story or are you still re-reading Season of the Witch? With bits like this, you know you're going to have to have a separate page on your blog for your fans to go and read more of Sade and Caleb (BTW, as a reader, I love when authors do that - especially with characters I become attached to).
I'm still reading through SOTW but I'm definitely in a Sade/Caleb frame of mind. I plan on doing a free read that's basically Sade's backstory once I get to that point. Plus little tidbits like the above that might not end up in a book but a scene that demands to be written nonetheless. ;-)
I've thought about this on and off all day, but I'm drawing a blank. Sorry, hon. We'll see if I have any creative juices tomorrow. I can't wait to see what you come up with.
ReplyDeleteHope you had an awesome day today! =o)
Listen, you're not the only one who got stumped on this. You would think with me putting it up on the blog, I'd have some kind of idea - but I struggled with this, too! I guess that's a good thing - be pretty boring if I just picked stuff that gave me an instant idea.
DeleteThanks for stopping by, B.E. - hope your weekend is going well :)
Yeah, my mind went to a really weird place. I probably need more sleep. Or a drink. ;-) Warning, not for weak stomachs or for reading while eating.
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Stunned, she couldn’t scream. Or wouldn’t. Stubbornness left no room for fear. The hand emerged through the swirling monochrome silk of the Veil. Unblinking, she watched it reach for her.
“I’ve come to get you.”
Caleb. Playmate. Foster brother. Werewolf. She didn’t breathe a sigh of relief.
“Hurry, Sade, before Mathias figures out where you are!”
Mathias. Saviour. Father-figure. Vampire. His words, spoken to her gargoyle bodyguard, haunted her, even years later. ”I would see her dead by my own hand, Roman, before I let the faerie have her.”
“Fucking fae.”
“Watch your language, Sade. You know Mathias hates it when you curse.”
She grasped his hand. Her stomach lurched, like she was on an express elevator to hell. Her ears echoed with sucking noises as the Veil grasped and pulled at her psyche. Silver. Gray. Black. White. Like liquid silk, the colors enveloped her, clouding vision and thought. Sade landed with a knee-bruising thud on her terrace. Sides heaving, her stomach emptied its contents.
“Ewww. Gross!”
“Fuck you, Caleb.”
“Language, Sade.”
At that sharp order, she raised her head, panting and swallowing the last bit of bile. Mathias. Caleb whimpered and scampered off. The odor of her vomit would never mask the stench of magic clinging to her like tattered strips of silk. Oh, yeah. She was in trouble. Unblinking, she watched Mathias reach for her. Stunned, she couldn’t scream. Or wouldn’t.
Ooh, very good. I love the idea of a silk veil of magic - nice.
DeleteI see you're in Caleb and Sade mode, Silver - does this mean you're working on Caleb's story or are you still re-reading Season of the Witch? With bits like this, you know you're going to have to have a separate page on your blog for your fans to go and read more of Sade and Caleb (BTW, as a reader, I love when authors do that - especially with characters I become attached to).
Thanks for playing - again, loved it!
I'm still reading through SOTW but I'm definitely in a Sade/Caleb frame of mind. I plan on doing a free read that's basically Sade's backstory once I get to that point. Plus little tidbits like the above that might not end up in a book but a scene that demands to be written nonetheless. ;-)
DeleteGlad you liked it!