Friday Fictioneers: Dying Notes

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Dying Notes

Angelique sat atop the gazebo, her fingertips grazing the coarse shingles and her sneakers pressing hard against the roof. Music blared from below. She glanced at the others, each one looking as uneasy as she felt.

Claire scooted closer to allow a black-haired boy to land. “What took you so long?”

The boy shifted on his bottom. “Got held up elsewhere.”

Angelique frowned. “Why so many of us?”

“You’re all needed.” Claire nodded at the road.

A semi-truck swerved toward them, jumping the curb without slowing. At the moment of impact, Angelique flew into the chaos, her heart bursting with the dying notes of a clarinet.


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Friday Fictioneers: Fairy Graces

Confession: I went over 100 words. Like, 100 words over 100 words. I’m going to justify it by last week’s absence. We can carry over unused words, right?

In other news, GRIT OF BERTH AND STONE is now available to read, if you’re interested in a full length work. Details here: https://anaiahpress.wordpress.com/2015/03/17/release-day-grit-of-berth-and-stone-by-lisa-dunn/

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PHOTO PROMPT – © Copyright – Rachel Bjerke

Fairy Graces

A place of magic, to be sure, where dryads and imps once danced under full moons. Molly balances on the edge of the rain-filled fountain. Nora perches like some fairy high atop the cold, crumbling oven. If any magic remains, she’ll kill me with those eyes.

“You know it’s creepy when a boy follows his classmates through the woods, don’t you?”

“Actually, I followed my dog.” I rustle the leaves with my walking stick and dare to look at her. I’ve never been more thankful for magic’s demise. “We’re hunting the legendary Norasaurus, creature of volatile temper and biting sarcasm.”

“Let’s go, Molly. This place is ruined.” Nora stands, and the moss gives way. I hear the thud before my feet can move. Scraped and bloodied, she crawls from the open hearth. I offer my hand, like any decent fellow would.

“I’m fine, thank you very much.” She bites her lip and beckons Molly.

With Molly’s arm around her waist, she limps away, holding her twisted arm close to her heart. Like a gift to a beggar she’d rather see starve, she sacrifices one backward glare. Dryads and imps may have died, but magic lives, and she’ll kill me with those eyes.


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Book Review: SCHISM by Laura Maisano

I received a free copy of Laura Maisano’s upcoming release, SCHISM, in exchange for an honest review. For the sake of complete transparency, I feel I should mention – not that you couldn’t figure it out on your own – that Laura has edited two of my manuscripts. (And done a wonderful job of it, by the way…)

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SCHISM opens on a typical modern American college campus. Right away, Laura Maisano enshrouds the two main characters with mystery. Gabe has lost his memory. Lea is just weird, in a slightly Luna Lovegood way. They’re both a little quirky, and I love that about them.

Not being one to read or write a lot of contemporary literature in the new adult category, and being perhaps a few years past my own early twenties, to put it politely, it took me a few chapters to adjust to both the setting and the more casual style of writing and dialogue. I’d compare this to the way it took a few chapters to adjust to the first person present tense of The Hunger Games – a little awkward at first, but ultimately nothing to keep one from enjoying a good story.

And SCHISM is a good story. Gabe and Lea grow as individuals and as a team. Initially awkward and unsure of themselves in our world, their journeys to Gabe’s true home, Ilirin, reveal strengths – and weaknesses – neither knew they possessed, endow them with confidence, and unite them in the cause much bigger and costlier than either anticipated.

And that’s what I ultimately love about this book – In the settings, character, and plot, there is much more than initially meets the eye. Once Gabe and Lea started traversing dimensions, it was really hard – like, “I want to keep reading, but my eyes won’t stay open” hard – to put the book down.

A final note: I love how Laura handles some of her secondary characters in such a way that the reader wants to know more about them, and I’m looking forward to reading the sequel as much to learn how things turn out for these characters as for Gabe and Lea.

So, hugs for Laura Maisano (You got this, girl!), and squeals for SCHISM, available for preorder on Amazon.

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About the author

Laura has an MA in Technical writing and is a Senior Editor at Anaiah Press for their YA/NA Christian Fiction. She’s excited to release her debut YA Urban Fantasy SCHISM, and she’s finishing up the sequel UNITY.

Her gamer husband and amazing daughter give support and inspiration every day. Their cats, Talyn and Moya, provide entertainment through living room battles and phantom-dust-mote hunting. Somehow, they all manage to survive living in Texas where it is hotter than any human being should have to endure. Check out her blog at LauraMaisano.blogspot.com.

Twitter: @MaisanoLaura

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/LauraMaisanoWriter

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Friday Fictioneers: Revolution

PHOTO PROMPT - © Erin Leary

PHOTO PROMPT – © Erin Leary

Revolution

“Revolution.” The word slips out on my breath.

“What?” Devon wrinkles his nose.

“Revolution. There’s a revolution underfoot.”

“Afoot, you mean. A revolution afoot. And politics aren’t that bad. Not yet, anyway.”

“No, Devon. Look. The mushrooms. They’re growing in a square. Those weren’t made by fairy feet.”

“The Ogre Squaredance.” He laughs like it was all a game. “You don’t still believe in that child’s play, do you?”

“No, no. Of course not.” I look over my shoulder, marking the place in memory. “Child’s play.”

As soon as I shake Devon, I’ll go back. Fairies don’t dance in squares.


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Friday Fictioneers: TO BE A GIRL

Today’s Friday Fictioneers story is a bit on the sobering side, but I have some excellent news after the story, so please, read through to the end…

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PHOTO PROMPT -© Dawn Q. Landau

To Be a Girl (100 words)

You don’t know what it’s like to be a girl.

How they raise you on Amber Alerts and CSI, tell you ponytails are abductors’ handles, give you a can of mace, but blame you if anything goes awry.

“You shouldn’t a’worn leggings, ya know?”

So I walk with boots ready to kick and an arsenal of weapons on my back. Fear follows like a dog, and I’m not always sure he’s on my side.

Our eyes met before you crossed to the other side. You’ll never know what it’s like to be a girl, and I’ll never know your name.


And now for the wonderful, exciting, fantabulous news….

My debut novel,

GRIT OF BERTH AND STONE,

is available for preorder on Amazon Kindle!

http://www.amazon.com/Grit-Berth-Stone-Lisa-Dunn-ebook/dp/B00TYT606Q/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8

Feel free to share that link with all your friends and family!

Print edition coming soon.

Check out my Facebook Page for updates as we near the release day of March 17, 2015.


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Friday Fictioneers: STUPID SAUCE

STUPID SAUCE

“Triple X.” Zach’s eyes meet mine like it’s some kind of challenge.

The waitress turns to me, pen poised and eyebrows raised.

I have to ask. “Do you have anything hotter?”

Molly almost spits her water. “Nora! They call it ‘Stupid Sauce’ for a reason!”

Across the table, Zach smirks. It’s foolish, crazy, idiotic. It’ll probably burn me both coming and going, but I can’t let him win again. Now he’s sucking in a cheek, trying not to laugh at me. I’m all in.

I clap the menu shut and hand it to the waitress.

“Bring me the Stupid Sauce.”


Notes from behind the scenes: Sauce names come from a local hot wings restaurant. Stupid sauce is the one they don’t put on the menu because, as the name suggests, you’d have to be stupid to try it. Also, to give you a glimpse of the author’s personality, if I were in Nora’s seat, I would totally order a double helping of Stupid Sauce!


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GRIT OF BERTH AND STONE Trailer

So, that book I keep talking about…

It has a trailer. Check it out here: http://wp.me/p4e8bN-dx

If you are new to the blog and have no idea what I’m talking about, catch up by reading on.

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Release Date: March 17, 2015

Banished for a foolish mistake, sixteen-year-old Grit of Berth and Stone scorns the loss of her home, her honor, and her only ally. Only the weak worry about such things.

But war is brewing all across Chasmaria, and as a group of rebels pull Grit into their ranks, she begins to question what strength, courage, and honor really look like. When faced with a horrible truth about herself, Grit must either fight her way back to Thresh or live with the blood of the innocent on her hands.