Flash, part-stories, short stories
Go away … I’m busy writing …
Go away … I’m busy writing …
Heavy eyelids gave only a little away as to what the new day may hold but as she took that first deep breath and exhaled slowly and stretched, cool air kissed her shoulders and the view outside became clearer. Narnia!
Dark green firs dusted with snow reminded her of granny’s Christmas cake decorations and pushing herself to a seated position against the soft headboard, she let her tired body relax. Snowflakes raced diagonally behind the windowpanes, yet further away they appeared to fall in the opposite direction and as she watched their mesmerising silent dance, she noticed their size reduce, smaller and smaller in front of her very eyes.
Disappointment almost etched itself on her face; the childish excitement at seeing snow falling had run to the window breathing on the panes, creating fog circles while she prayed for more to come. But her adult self remained leant against the headboard focused on the now tiny particles floating slowly in the air, almost unsure which way to go.
Then Mr Tumnus came up with a cup of milky tea…..
Morning my WordPress gang.
I’m feeling focused and giggly today. And my F*****G headache has gone 💫 …. it visits with disgusting regularity. I’d love to say monthly and we’d all be able to nod wisely and put it down to hormones but it prefers my company far more frequently. Bastard; really I should place a clear FUCK OFF message on the door.
Anyway. No more headache talk because I’ve got three more pages to edit for John and Riya …. I’ve condensed and taken out about a billion of the word ‘and’ … how did that many get in there?
So today I plan to type an introductory letter (again, needs to be concise and professional and no rambling. Pants – if only the instructions said “ramble away; the more the merrier!”)
Plus a synopsis. Shit. That’s one of those thingmybobs which shows the basic outline of the whole story in an intriguing and interesting nature which makes you want to read it, right? Like the blurb on the back of a book?
None of this – John did this and Riya did that, then they went home for tea but John fell off his bike and Riya laughed. Remember writing like that at primary school??
Ok. Tea is drunk – I told it to fill its belly with milk before it went out.
Have the most productive day and I’ll see you back here tonight to catch up on all your goodies xx
Happy Sunday lovelies… I’ve been thinking about how I missed you yesterday, while I also thought of;
1. Adding to my manuscript for the RNA deadline for August.
2. Short Story competitions (Jospeh???) – I have entered four so now I must sit back and forget about it because the closing dates are lightyears away and they will have lost my entry in their spam system by then anyway (but I enjoyed the process immensely).
3. Thinking hard about taking RIYA and developing her into a ‘strong heroin’ for a Mills & Boon competition open for submissions now until 14 February. They only require the first chapter, covering letter and synopsis… if you are chosen, you then get your arse in gear and crack on with the rest of the 50,000 which they would expect.
4. The ironing, but not that seriously.
4. The twitter account I started eleven days ago and whether it’s been a valuable extra social media platform or merely a waste of my precious time.
5. The lack of food in my cupboards.
Harry Potter. What happened there? Ah yes, he grew up into quite a sexy creature. Because time stands still for no-one.
Note to self – PUT THE FUCKING PHONE DOWN AND WRITE – (now you will lose followers for swearing- it’s not ladylike) …. (ok but it’s me. They know me now, they’ll stay around because they feel the same sometimes.)
Meanwhile I am half way through this genius thriller by Louise Jenson. I’ve read her other two ‘The Sister’ and ‘The Surrogate’ … both in the autumn and they were fabulous. I shall do a review when I finish it…
6. Oh yes, let’s add ‘reading’ to the list of things I was procrastinating about yesterday.
I need to go and lie down while I work out what to do first!!
Birdsong twinkled it’s way in, alongside dappled light through jiggling leaves and the smell of fresh coffee all contributed to those first seconds of the day.
Riya stretched and her toes peeked out from under the white cotton sheet. John had promised she would love England and he had not been wrong. She blinked and the view beyond the window dazzled her senses. The blue sky was dotted with distant whisps of cloud and as Riya sat up and pulled the sheet around her, a small blue and yellow songbird fluttered onto the windowsill. She watched as it cocked its head from side to side, jerky little movements and a simple hop to face back out to the garden.
“Good morning you.” John was entering the room with a small tray on which mugs of tea steamed. He placed the tray on a large wooden box at the end of the bed.
A ripple of wingbeats and the bird was gone, “oh no, you scared it!” Riya swished to the window and leaned out a little way to breath in the fragrance of roses climbing the stone wall outside. “It’s truly beautiful here John. So … green!”
“You’re beautiful.” His hands found her waist and the sheet teased his palms as he felt the warmth of her skin through it. She twisted round on the spot and the material gathered itself at her waist. “I think I need you again.” He took her face carefully in his hands and kissed the tip of her nose, then her left cheek then her right.
Her breath escaped against his stubble and as he placed his lips on her neck, she put her arms around his and the sheet slithered to the floor…..
(I was missing John and Riya, weren’t you? ☺️)
I was intrigued by this description so continued to read the book review post by EmmaTheLittleBookWorm and am completely sold and will order the first in the series tonight! Gritty and dark … right up my street!
Emma’s enthusiasm for this series hits you straight between the eyes 💫
His plane was due to take off in four hours, and he had checked out of the hotel and said goodbye to the cute receptionist.
“Till next time Mr John and I am again very sorry you had this unfortunate experience while with us.”
“Don’t mention it.” he attempted a smile while he signed his expenses sheet and hit the numbers for his credit card.
His plan to drive to see Riya before departing had seemed so straightforward in the early hours, yet now he sat staring out through the windscreen, the engine idling patiently while he made his decision.
Her situation had nothing to do with him but he also felt a need to utilise the knowledge he had gained from the letters. They were now in a clean envelope and while he wanted to return them to Riya, something told him she would be safer if their whereabouts were unknown.
Aditya had got on well with his new team and progress was being made. He had signed orders for new pipework to be routed to two local stations and John felt pleasure at long last that his investment in this project had paid off.
Ramesh had kept a low profile John noticed throughout the previous two days. There was little talk of Riya returning to work, in fact her name had been mentioned only once, by the government official arriving to check on safety procedures, finally.
“I’ll be over again next month Adi. Anything you need, call me.” And John left the container after shaking the hand of a man he was no longer sure he liked.
He remembered the route as soon as he faced the car in the direction of Harsha’s home. Ten minutes later he pulled up outside of the house, his heart thumped hard and split his emotions in two. Half of him wanted to grab Riya and take her back with him, to protect her from a life of misled loyalties while the other half wanted to face up to the author of the letters to show him precisely what he thought.
His index finger reached for the bell but before he had touched it, the door opened and Riya stood there, her eyes wide and her hair tousled.
“No more will I live a lie.” She stepped past him, a large bag on her arm. “You are too late. I have done it.” She walked down the steps, across the drive and past his car.
He looked back inside the hall, pushing the door fully open. A man’s legs were clearly visible from a room to the side. Someone was lying on the floor. Cursing under his breath, humanity encouraged him to take a step inside. Was this a crime scene? If so, he’d do better to stay where he was, but what about Harsha?
“Riya?” John turned and called after her but she was a woman on a mission and now some way off with her back to him.
“Hello?” He called into the house and waited but no noise came back to greet him. His decision was made. He walked back to his car, started the engine and faced the way he wanted to go; to face aspects of life he knew were within his control and people with whom he wanted to spend his time. He slowed the car to match her pace.
“Jump in. I’ll take you wherever you want to go. Whatever has happened, we can sort it.”
Riya smiled as he looked up at her through the passenger window. She didn’t hesitate to reach for the door and his stomach flipped.
(read part 1 here)
The name’s Bleu, Viola Bleu.
I’m on a mission, to research the dark streets in the outskirts of Milan to find my main character for my second novel.
I will know him when I see him, the angle of the jaw has to be just right; not merely stubble-covered. His lips will be kissable and at peace with themselves; not babbling away delivering meaningless twaddle to unsuspecting females.
His name may or may not be Hugo, but when he comes alive off the page, men will want to be him and women will simply want him.
When he kisses the love interest, he will pause just before the inevitable meeting of skin, delighting in that electric moment of anticipated yet unknown territory.
When I say ‘research’ I refer to observations of appearance, clothing and general attire. Attitude towards fellow man. I research from afar, taking mental notes at all times. I do the dreaming and scheming later.
I printed all 9 parts of Radhanagari Damsel … and gave it to a trusted friend to cast her eye over. What started as a response to a wordprompt grew into a small serial shall we call it. I did not plan its progress, and I believe that failure is starting to manifest itself.
However, my friend loved it and wants more! She wants John’s background, his days in the army and his relationship troubles to be exposed.
Getting to know a character from a book is imperative if a reader’s eye is to stay with you, the writer. Readers are fickle beings. If boredoms creeps in, they’re gone, like the proverbial fly you just spent eighteen seconds stalking, swat held aloft. Bastard.
Sex sells. Always did. Always will.
However, I wish to bring chemistry alive on the page. That raw, tingling sensation we humans feel when that connectivity is at play, and our pupils have dilated, the breathing rate increases and adrenalin is starting to reach the ends of our fingertips which buzz with delight.
I noticed a few potentials while we sipped cocktails (and sipping is the only thing to be done with a VM) .. one tall male, wearing rolled up jeans and DMs, a long black wool coat with the collar turned up. His almost bald head lowered towards his prey who leant back against the bar brick wall. They both smoked and giggled but her red curls failed to mask the need in her eyes as she cutely looked up at him through her locks. He knew it and did not glance even once anywhere else. She had his focus; and he was a slave to it. Biology unfolding right in front of us.
Yes they may have coupled later in private, but for me, the sexy part is that which precedes it…..