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July 16, 2015

150 words: an Orval and Lily exercise

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An ally, among the Dracoisi—once I thought we would all be friends. I hoped.

“Tell the others I will be ready,” I say.  “Orval and I leave for the north at first light.”

The messenger nods and rises, silent as a shadow. His silhouette fades into the deepening sky.  Stars, golden and bright as my love for Orval, blink sleepily in their black velvet blanket. Such stars glimmered over us, the night we met.

Such stars must have hung over this world in the ancient days.  Where else would the Dracoisi descend from?

Now they returned. I wanted a lasting kinship with these ancestors, I hoped for friendship…

They took Egon, and Orval’s grandmother.

Hope was nothing more than a thin slice of obsidian, sharp and dark and brittle.  It shattered when I returned home.

Orval was gone.  

Perhaps allies and lasting love were only myths.

June 17, 2015

A 150-word writing exercise: Lover’s Quarrel

I’m kind of having fun with this! Here is the latest Orval and Lily 150-word adventure:

LOVER’S QUARREL

This is not my fault. I tell Orval so. His skin goes as violet as the sky, and he hollers in my face.

“You—you have no right to say that! You, who used your power to manipulate everyone!”

His words are a hot iron poker, branding my heart with shame.

“I gave all I had to save my people,” I say, pleading for understanding. “I gave up the throne.”

He shakes his head. “Ion, and Sindi. All the Night Ones, all the humans, even Egon.  Even me. You deceived us all.”

“I tried to save you,” I whisper. “In the end, I let you merge with Death—I let you change our world.”

“You let me,” he says through gritted teeth, “But the damage was already done. You called the Dracoisi to our world the first time you linked your mind to ours.”

June 2, 2015

The power of cutting words

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Last week a fellow author showed us a writing exercise he recently participated in. As preparation for an upcoming workshop, he condensed the entire opening chapter of his work-in-progress to 150 words.

The chapter was already powerful. The 150-word version was dynamite.

I’m going to try it. Here on the blog. Because I can, and because I love the idea of practicing where I can get good feedback.

While I finish the rewrite of my own current work-in-progress, I’m creating space under my ‘bits of my writing’ page for these exercises.  The exercises will show up as posts first and then as links on that page.

Just for fun, they’ll be moments in the life of Lily, the heroine from my first two books. I don’t know if the exercises will make much sense, or if they’ll ever grow into anything more than exercises. To be honest, I don’t expect them to.

I do, however, plan on having a lot of fun. 🙂

June 2, 2015

MISSING: A 150-word exercise with Lily and Orval

Orval’s grandmother isn’t here.

Sunset looms. Red reflects in a long dagger, pinning a note to her empty clothes—pinning her clothes to the bed—pinning our hopes to emptiness.

Silence.

The crimson sky deepens, flushing across the abandoned city.

Orval breathes with white-knuckled fists, teeth grinding, every muscle tightened.

“Did you do this?” he asks.

Dismay rocks me. I stumble, reaching for his hand. He jerks away.

My heart weeps blood for the loss of Orval’s trust. “My love—”

He yanks the dagger out of the bed. The red-tinted note flutters into my fingers.

Orval’s voice pounds me like an avalanche. He waves the blade under my nose. “Read it.”

I am a trembling leaf, dead already, waiting for snowfall to bury me in the cold ground. My quivering voice rushes.

“Come north. They have returned.”

My sweetheart blinks and sways.  “North,” he whispers, “Where death lives.”

 

 

 

 

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