Friday, October 31, 2014

#ThursThreads - Week 142 - Winners


Week 142 of #ThursThreads had some terrific tales. I'm honored to see all of the returning writers and read your stories. Thank you for coming back again and again to write and for helping me celebrate these years of flash. Great thanks to Cheryl Dragon for judging this week. Be sure to check out the #ThursThreads #flashfiction group on FB to keep up with news, etc.

Entries:
  • Sheilagh Lee | @SweetSheil
  • Silver James | @SilverJames_
  • Kelly Heinen | @Aightball
  • Siobhan Muir | @SiobhanMuir
  • Toni Morrow Wyatt | @Toni1777
  • Olivia Starke | @OliviaStarke
  • Sandi Layne | @sandyquill
  • Nellie Batz | @solimond
  • Ruth Long | @Bullishink

Winners Announcement:

Honorable Mentions

Silver James | @SilverJames_
Cheryl says: Very intriguing. There wasn’t a dump of backstory and info, which is great. Just enough detail to keep me reading. Since it is a life or death decision, I wanted more feeling. The character might need to verbalize willingness to give up their life. It was a quick trip to thinking about giving up a limb to life…it says a lot about the character but need a bit more to justify it (which I’m sure was trimmed to meet the word limit :) Great start!!

Nellie Batz | @solimond
Cheryl says: Love bad genie! Pawn shop setting could be anything so definitely draws you in. I know there were word constraints but a little more setting detail just to feel grounded. We get a lot of what she’s feeling but is it a nicer pawn shop or a super nasty part of town? Of course, awesome genie powers means she’s safe and can take when she wants. I do hope, later in the story, she makes whoever stole the bottle repay the pawn guy…and that he’s not forever a frog.

Toni Morrow Wyatt | @Toni1777
Cheryl says: I want to know more…which is always a good thing. What plague? Why her? What does she look like? Those details would help (again…word constraints, I understand). But how bad can she look? And eek, spilling your own blood like that…it’s got to be bad but what is this world’s beauty standard? Sooo many questions. Very glad I’m not that vain! I can see reverse beauty and the beast coming and it’s a cool concept.

Week 142 Winner


Cheryl says: This one kept it simple and direct yet had a great twist and made me want to find out more. We know why she wants it, we know the problem and the hint of powers is cool. The extreme action she takes solves the immediate problem but there will be consequences or at least a cover up. I’d love to see how that is resolved. The flip of using sex to using violence is awesome but that big of a move must have repercussions later on. Excellent set up and a lot to build on. This gave not too much and not too little…just right!

“I would have to pay what?” Kristin’s eyes bugged as she stared over the paperwork.

“Three hundred fifty thousand and some change,” the irritating man said, his smug expression never wavering.

Kristin looked back to the old house. Peeling paint, a dangling shutter, yellowed windows. Once it’d been a stately place to call home, but now not so much. But three hundred fifty K? Such a huge amount would wipe her out. Unless…. She ran her tongue over her teeth and leveled her gaze on the person standing between her and her family’s legacy—a deed that meant little to the stranger holding it.

Just this once she could use it, just this once couldn’t possibly hurt. She ran her tongue over her teeth once more, before she flashed her most flirtatious smile. The street was deserted, not many lived this way which worked to her advantage.

She cocked her hip, drawing on her feminine wiles. “How about we go inside before I make my final decision. I’d like to see what I’m buying.”

She winked, and the man’s face split into a grin. “Sure sweetheart.”

Kristin hid her revulsion as a long repressed hunger kicked in. The wind rustled and stirred, dark clouds clustering as the two disappeared within the home’s shadows. Minutes later a feral howl pierced the air, shortly after terrified screams.

Kristin had gotten her family’s deed, now the only thing left—figure out how to get fresh blood stains from the wallpaper.

Congratulations THREE TIME WINNER Olivia, Silver, Nellie, and Toni! Don't forget to claim your badges and display them with pride. You certainly earned it!

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Thursday, October 30, 2014

#ThursThreads - The Challenge That Ties Tales Together - Week 142


Welcome back to the Weird, the Wild, & the Wicked. It's Thursday today so get your flash ready to celebrate and write a #flashfiction thread! Welcome to Week 142 of #ThursThreads, the challenge that ties tales together. Want to keep up each week? You're welcome to join the FB #ThursThreads group where we'll do events and make announcements. Need the rules? Read on.

Here's how it works:
  • The prompt is a line from the previous week's winning tale.
  • The prompt can appear ANYWHERE in your story and is included in your word count.
Rules to the Game:
  • This is a Flash Fiction challenge, which means your story must be a minimum of 100 words, maximum of 250.
  • Incorporate the prompt anywhere into your story (included in your word count).
  • Post your story in the comments section of this post
  • Include your word count (or be excluded from judging)
  • Include your Twitter handle or email (so we know how to find you)
  • The challenge is open 7 AM to 8 PM Mountain Time
  • The winner will be announced on Friday, depending on how early the judge gets up.
How it benefits you:
  • You get a nifty cool badge to display on your blog or site (because we're all about promotion - you know you are!)
  • You get instant recognition of your writing prowess on this blog!
  • Your writing colleagues shall announce and proclaim your greatness on Facebook, Twitter, and Google Plus

Our Judge for Week 142:

Number analyzer, deaf albino cat herder, and erotic romance author, Cheryl Dragon.



And now your #ThursThreads Challenge, tying tales together.

The Prompt:

“I would have to pay what?”

All stories written herein are the property (both intellectual and physical) of the authors. Now, away with you, Flash Fiction Fanatics, and show us your #ThursThreads. Good luck!

Wednesday, October 29, 2014

Mid Week Tease - Her Devoted Vampire - Halloween Edition


Welcome to the Weird, the Wild, & the Wicked for a new year of Mid Week Tease hosted by Sandra Bunino.

Authors: this is a great opportunity to spotlight a few lines or even a paragraph or two from a new release or backlisted title. Readers: you get to sample some delicious snippets! We’ll do our best to tease, titillate and tantalize you into the weekend.

Today in honor of Halloween, I'm offering a bonus scene to Her Devoted Vampire, a paranormal romantic suspense from Evernight Publishing. And the best part is it's 25% off now until Friday! But this scene is extra and Bridget tried to do a Haunted Egg hunt with Fredrick and his werewolf security staff. She's not particularly pleased with the outcome..

“That’s not fair, Fredrick.” Bridget unwrapped her scarf with a savage twist and threw her coat onto a nearby chair. “I’m never having a Halloween egg hunt with werewolves again.”
“Come now, it wasn’t that bad, was it?” Fredrick stuffed his gloves into his pocket and headed straight for the coffee machine on the kitchen counter.
“Are you kidding? By the time I’d found five, Cynthia and Stephen had at least two dozen.”
“Ah, yes, by you did find the Haunted Egg.” He winked over his shoulder at her. “And you know that’s the greatest prize of all.”
“Oh yeah?” Bridget looked at him from under her brows as she flopped down on a couch. “Where’s this special prize?”
“I told you, my dear, you must be patient.”
She grumbled and crossed her arms over her chest. Whatever made her think she could have a fair shot at finding eggs when the werewolves could smell the eggs? She had been a little mollified when she’d uncovered the sparkling “haunted egg” encrusted with real Swarovski crystals and fine pink fresh water pearls. Fredrick had promised her a ‘special prize’ and that took some of the sting away from her paltry nine eggs to her opponents’ two dozen. Each.
“This just sucks.”
“Now, now, there’s no need for that, my lady.” Fredrick appeared before her holding a large basket of flowers and a cup of coffee. “This is for you.”
She gasped. “They’re beautiful.”
Brilliant red geraniums held court with peach colored roses, golden dahlias, and purple irises. White carnations fought for space among jagged marigold blossoms. The jeweled egg she’d found in the garden nestled between the glorious blooms, shining in the lights of the coffee shop.
"Thank you.”
“Your prize, my dear.” Fredrick pointed to the egg.
“The egg?”
“Open it.”
Curious, Bridget grasped the sparkling egg and spun it in her fingers, looking for a way to pull it apart. A tiny hinge on the back allowed her to follow the seam to the front where one of the pearls acted as the catch for a loop of gold wire. She flicked it open and cocked her head at the palm-sized black velvet bag tied with a gold ribbon.
“What is it?”
Fredrick sat beside her and lifted the bag out. He held it up to her nose. “Sniff.”
Bridget inhaled and her senses flooded with the delicious scents of baby powder mixed with orange blossom honey and gardenia. She closed her eyes and reveled in the smell until it drifted away.
She opened her eyes. “Oh glory, what is that?”
“That is Honey Dust.”
“What is it for?”
A dark, predatory smile wreathed his lips. “It’s your prize, my lady. I plan on dusting your body with it and licking every little bit of it off of you.”
She raised her eyebrow. “That sounds like more of a prize for you, than for me.”
“Oh, I promise it will be worth your while.”
Bridget grinned. “Do I get to use it on you, too?”
His laugh rumbled. “Perhaps when I’m done with you. Saucy minx.” Then he snatched her into his arms and hauled her, squealing and laughing, off to their bedroom.

Bridget doesn't believe in vampires or werewolves, but that doesn't stop one from kidnapping her.

Bridget Shanahan’s life seems bleak and boring until she gets mugged and abducted from her favorite coffee shop by the sexiest man she’s ever met. Unfortunately, he’s a lunatic who believes he’s some kind of vampire savior surrounded by a security force of werewolves. And he’s determined to keep her.

Fredrick MacGregor has been having visions of this woman in danger for the last six months. A woman he must protect because she’s the Avatar of the Goddess. However, when he brings her home, she doesn’t believe he's a vampire or that she is the Avatar, and she definitely doesn't want to stay. But the sense of danger persists and he'll do anything to keep her safe, even if it means risking the loss of the only woman who makes his endless life bearable again.

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