Month: March 2019

Snippet Sunday – Story of my Life

Posted on by Siobhan Muir

It’s time for Snippet Sunday. It’s the weekend and I’m taking it slow because more personal stuff. But I have a whole new series of books filled with snark, humor, and paranormal bikers, and the second one is now available while the first one is available in Kindle Unlimited. Don’t forget, you can either buy books on Amazon as usual or you can “borrow” the books in Kindle Unlimited (which is an unlimited reading subscription for ten dollars a month). Check it out MY FOREVER COCKY BIKER ENCOUNTER HERE and DUDE WITH A COOL CAR HERE. In this snippet, we’re in Cooper’s POV (all in first person) and he’s trying to figure out a way to tell her he’s not actually stalking her. Karma speaks first. ~~~~~~ “Why do you want to talk?” All the usual suave responses disappeared out of my thoughts before I could access them and I sat there scrambling for something to say. Because you’re beautiful and hearing your voice turns me on. Because I can’t get enough of being near you. Because I’m desperate for company and you’re the first person who’s noticed me. Oh yeah. All those things didn’t sound stalkerish at all. I damn near choked on my sarcasm. No matter which way I looked at it, following her to get her name was creepy as hell and now I had no idea how to salvage the situation. Way to go, DeVille. I honestly didn’t know why I’d needed to follow her. It didn’t make sense. Yes, talking to a member of the Concrete Angels would help my case against Backlog, but that hadn’t been why I’d followed the goddess on a motorcycle. I’d simply needed to know more about her and to be close to her. And that was just fuckin’ weird. “You know what? You’re right. This was a stupid idea.” I nodded, self-recrimination and frustration zipping through me. “I’m gonna go. This has bad karma written all over it. Story of my life.” I lurched off Rosé and dug my keys out of my front pocket, but her voice stopped me. “What did you say?” “I said it’s the story of my life.” “No.” She shook her head as I paused in the front of Rosé’s hood. “Before that.” “What, about karma?” She nodded. “Do you believe in karma?” “Hell yeah, I believe in karma. What goes around comes around, which is why I’m gonna head on outta here and leave you alone. I’m sorry I scared you.” ~~~~~~~ And that might be his saving grace. 😉 There are several great authors on the Weekend Writer Warriors list, the Snippet Sunday Facebook group, and the Rainbow Snippets Facebook group. A few of my favorites are, P.T. Wyant, Karen Michelle Nutt, Veronica Scott, Jessica Subject, Kathy Griffith Karysa Faire, and Iris Blobel. Here’s the blurb for DUDE WITH A COOL CAR: Now Available in Kindle Unlimited! Bikers, Badge, and Backlog: Marshal DeVille always gets his man…and his Karma. Cooper DeVille, US Marshal Being undercover has its perks. I get to do stuff the day-to-day me would never experience. Like infiltrating the Concrete Angels Motorcycle Club and meeting Karma, the gorgeous Enforcer of the MC. Being handcuffed to her bed is a dream, but that’s the problem with undercover work. Everything I’m doing here is only half true. The Concrete Angels—and Karma—are connected to Backlog, a shadow organization infiltrating law enforcement. The Fed undercover here before me was Backlog’s bitch, and now he’s dead. I have to determine which side of this fight the Concrete Angels are on… before Karma comes to bite me in ways I won’t enjoy. Karma, Concrete Angels’ Enforcer You bet your ass, I’m that karma, the one people pray never catches up to them. But my own karma has found me, seeing as the hunky P.I. who drove into the MC compound with his cool car is my Goddess-chosen true mate. But as my luck—and the Goddess’ sense of humor—would have it, Cooper’s an undercover US Marshal trying to ferret out our connection to a group called Backlog. Would’ve been nice to know before I took him to bed and discovered he’s the best damn submissive this Madam could want, because I don’t deal well with liars. And no one’s happy when Karma’s pissed. But Backlog has Cooper in its sights, and to survive… my mate might just have to die.

Read More

#ThursThreads – Week 356 – Winners

Posted on by Siobhan Muir

Week 356 of #ThursThreads had many fantastic tales. I’m honored to see all the writers come to tie a tale as we complete our seventh year. If you’ve been doing it a while, thank you. If you’ve just found us, welcome! May you come back again and write more great flash. Thousand thanks to Silver James for judging this week. Check out the #ThursThreads #flashfiction group on Facebook or the #ThursThreads Group on MeWe to keep up with news, etc. Entries: Bill Engleson | @billmelaterplea Siobhan Muir | @SiobhanMuir Nellie Batz | @solimond Joe Hesch | @JAHesch Jo Hawk Mark A. Morris Kelly Heinen | @Aightball David A. Ludwig | @DavidALudwig Mark Ethridge | @mysoulstears Daelyn Morgana | @DaelynMorgana Teresa Eccles | @TeresaMEccles Silver says: If I could give honorable mentions to everyone, I would! Since I can’t, here are my picks and reasons. Thanks again. Honorable Mentions David A. Ludwig | @DavidALudwig Silver says: The spirit of this story is a 180 from the winner. This one also had well-developed characters, even the “cameo” by the daycare dude. I want to know more about the girls and the black cat. It’s a fun and interesting scene cut from the whole but is still a complete story in and of itself.  Bill Engleson | @billmelaterplea Silver says: The turn of phrase, the word play (are those the same thing?), and that last line all create an interesting story with a punch…line. It made me smile. I wouldn’t mind sitting down with the two characters over a cup of coffee (or a beer), and listening to them talk. winner announcement Week 356 Winner Teresa Eccles | @TeresaMEccles Silver says: This tale turned creepy-crawly with a simple change of POV. It starts out a bit mundane and sweet, and then goes all the way to Stephen King levels. The characters are well-developed, the ending twist raised goosebumps, it’s a complete story–all in 250 words. Well done! “You should look at Bea and Thomas, “ Brittani speaks to her husband as she watches their elderly neighbors walking home holding hands. Bea’s short white hair blows up against her husband’s face as he leans down to gently kiss the top of her head. “Justin! Look at them. They are so sweet. Do you think we’ll be like them when we’re that age?” Justin glances out in time to see the couple’s exchange, “I don’t know, Brittani. Maybe.” “Maybe we should plan more things together. I mean, Bea and Thomas . . . they do everything together,” Brittani says. “Remember, Beatrice, the neighbors are watching,” Thomas says quietly against the top of Bea’s head. Bea feels the rub of metal against her wrist, “Why do I have to be handcuffed to you, Thomas? After all these years, you should know I won’t go anywhere.” “I can’t trust you, Beatrice. You remember what happened last time we went out without them?” “You made sure I wouldn’t forget, but that was years ago.” “Beatrice, we’re almost to the door. Once we’re inside and the door’s locked, the cuffs can come off. As usual.” “Yes, Thomas,” Bea sighs resignedly. Brittani closes the curtain and turns back to Justin, “Let’s promise we’ll try to be more like them, okay?” Reaching into his pocket, Justin feels the cold metal pressing against his fingers, “Sure, Brittani. I promise.” ~~~~~~~ Congratulations Winner Teresa, and Honorable Mentions David, and Bill! Don’t forget to claim your badges and display them with pride. You certainly earned it! Pass on the great news on Twitter, Facebook, MeWe, shiny mirrors, Morse Code, and signal flags. Check out all the original tales HERE. Thanks for stopping by and happy reading! 🙂

Read More

#ThursThreads – Tying Tales Together- Week 356

Posted on by Siobhan Muir

Welcome back to the Weird, the Wild, & the Wicked. Today is Thursday and that means it’s time to start flashing. We’ve reached our Sixth year of weekly prompts! This is Week 355 of #ThursThreads, the challenge that ties tales together. Want to keep up each week? Check out the #ThursThreads #flashfiction group on Facebook and the Group on MeWe. 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. The prompt must be used as is. It can be split, but no intervening words can be inserted or tenses changed. Rules to the Game: This is a Flash Fiction challenge, which means your story must be a minimum of 100 words, maximum of 250. The story must be new writing, not a snippet from something published elsewhere with the prompt added. 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 in the post (or be excluded from judging) Include your Twitter handle or email in the post (so we don’t have to look for 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, MeWe, and Google Plus, etc. Our Judge for Week 355: Renaissance Woman, Newfie mom, and Romance Author, Silver James. Facebook | Twitter | Goodreads | And now your #ThursThreads Challenge, tying tales together. The Prompt: “They do everything together.” 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!

Read More

Snippet Sunday – I Never Got Your Name

Posted on by Siobhan Muir

It’s time for Snippet Sunday. It’s the weekend and I’m taking it slow because personal stuff. But I have a whole new series of books filled with snark, humor, and paranormal bikers, and the second one is now available while the first one is available in Kindle Unlimited. Don’t forget, you can either buy books on Amazon as usual or you can “borrow” the books in Kindle Unlimited (which is an unlimited reading subscription for only ten dollars a month). Check it out MY FOREVER COCKY BIKER ENCOUNTER HERE! Keep in mind if you’re not an Amazon fan that DUDE WITH A COOL CAR will only be wide for a few more days before I put it into KU too. But today I’m showcasing DUDE WITH A COOL CAR and it’s out! In this snippet, we’re in Cooper’s POV (all in first person) and he’s just chased after the woman he met at the gas pumps when she fled. Weird thing is he somehow knew how to find her, and it’s weirding him out, too. ~~~~~~ “Hi.” “What the fuck are you doing here?” Not the best start, but better than icy silence. “I followed you.” “No shit, Sherlock. Why the hell did you do that?” I spread my hands and shrugged. “I never got your name.” She raised an eyebrow. “You followed me into Bumfuck Nowhere Colorado to get my name after meeting me for all of two minutes? That’s creepy.” I wanted to argue that it wasn’t creepy, but it did seem like I’d stalked her. The very thought made my stomach cramp and bile work its way up my throat. I couldn’t help but be drawn to her and ever since I’d taken her hand, I had this buzzing in my head attracting me to her like a compass needle. I ran my hand over the back of my neck. “Yeah, I can see your point. But what’s weird is I knew where you were going. Ever since we shook hands, I’ve had this feeling where I can kinda sense you no matter where you are. Well maybe not specifically where you are, but a general direction. Does that make sense?” She groaned and dropped her head back, closing her eyes. “You unbelievable bitch!” She opened her eyes and pointed at the clouds in the sky. “You know I don’t have time for this, right? He can’t be my mate!” I blinked. Mate? I knew humans were considered mammals, but not that we took mates. Unless she meant in terms of sex and reproduction, which I’d be happy to provide. At least the sex part. “Uh, what?” “I fucking don’t have time for this. Do you hear me?” A rumble of distant thunder flowed across the mountains around us from the building storm clouds and she scowled deeper. “It’s not funny.” ~~~~~~~ She’s talking to someone beyond his reckoning. 😉 There are several great authors on the Weekend Writer Warriors list, the Snippet Sunday Facebook group, and the Rainbow Snippets Facebook group. A few of my favorites are, P.T. Wyant, Karen Michelle Nutt, Veronica Scott, Jessica Subject, Kathy Griffith Karysa Faire, and Iris Blobel. Here’s the blurb for DUDE WITH A COOL CAR: Available Wide for a Limited Time Bikers, Badge, and Backlog: Marshal DeVille always gets his man…and his Karma. Cooper DeVille, US Marshal Being undercover has its perks. I get to do stuff the day-to-day me would never experience. Like infiltrating the Concrete Angels Motorcycle Club and meeting Karma, the gorgeous Enforcer of the MC. Being handcuffed to her bed is a dream, but that’s the problem with undercover work. Everything I’m doing here is only half true. The Concrete Angels—and Karma—are connected to Backlog, a shadow organization infiltrating law enforcement. The Fed undercover here before me was Backlog’s bitch, and now he’s dead. I have to determine which side of this fight the Concrete Angels are on… before Karma comes to bite me in ways I won’t enjoy. Karma, Concrete Angels’ Enforcer You bet your ass, I’m that karma, the one people pray never catches up to them. But my own karma has found me, seeing as the hunky P.I. who drove into the MC compound with his cool car is my Goddess-chosen true mate. But as my luck—and the Goddess’ sense of humor—would have it, Cooper’s an undercover US Marshal trying to ferret out our connection to a group called Backlog. Would’ve been nice to know before I took him to bed and discovered he’s the best damn submissive this Madam could want, because I don’t deal well with liars. And no one’s happy when Karma’s pissed. But Backlog has Cooper in its sights, and to survive… my mate might just have to die.

Read More

#ThursThreads – Week 355 – Winners

Posted on by Siobhan Muir

Week 355 of #ThursThreads had many fantastic tales. I’m honored to see all the writers come to tie a tale as we complete our seventh year. If you’ve been doing it a while, thank you. If you’ve just found us, welcome! May you come back again and write more great flash. Thousand thanks to Bill Engleson for judging this week. Check out the #ThursThreads #flashfiction group on Facebook or the #ThursThreads Group on MeWe to keep up with news, etc. Entries: Siobhan Muir | @SiobhanMuir Dr. Anita Sabat | @anitaexplorer Jo Hawk Sheilagh Lee | @SweetSheil Mark A. Morris Daelyn Morgana | @DaelynMorgana Marci Baun | @marcibaun David A. Ludwig | @DavidALudwig Kel J. Heinen | @Aightball Teresa Eccles | @MommaT_of_3 Cara Michaels | @caramichaels P.T. Wyant Belva Crabtree Bill says: It doesn’t take much to throw me in a tizzy. I am the epitome of routine. Except for those recurrent moments when I drift away into the fictional landscape, allow myself to roam wherever the trail of finely-honed tales leads me. Though I like long walks in the language woods, short strolls are easier on these old legs. So, it was a pleasure to gaze upon the latest batch of Thursday Threads pocket prose and render some measure of judicial decree. There was a nice selection and I believe on another day, I might well have selected a different grouping. Judging is like that, at least the way I practice it. Honorable Mentions Jo Hawk Bill says: I have never had a car that talked to me. Oh, perhaps from time to time, over the course of decades and a dozen vehicles or so, maybe I’ve tried to start a conversation with the odd automobile.  My own of course. Not somebody else’s. That would be…weird. The plain fact is, and maybe this is just Canada, cars are not wired to be conversationalists. Beyond, that is, the rather interesting evolution of digitally-assisted technologies, what Trump might call Fake Conversations. Still, the intense love affair in this tale is rather sweet, in a possessively metallic sort of way. Not over the top evil like in Stephen King’s Christine…or rather Carpenters cinematic take, as I haven’t read the source book, but you never know how these sorts of complicated relationships might unravel. Well, maybe some of you do, but I don’t. Kel J. Heinen | @Aightball Bill says: Death is always with us. In this story, Death is attending at an accident. The casualties mount. Death reflects. Life flickers out. Even with those lifeforce-ebbing flashes, we are carried along, perhaps seeking some salvation for the impacted, sad that there may be no escape, prepared for whatever the end might deliver. Mark A. Morris Bill says: I suppose we have all imagined where we might be when the world ends. Me, I’d opt for a bed. Or in the shower. But I could live with (or die with) a library. Whether we have vices, devices, or both, we are reliant upon them. If they fail us, we are up twit creek without twaddle. On the other hand, a recent viral video which showed two addledlescents attempting to grok a rotary phone provided this writerly hunk of antiquity with quite a few chuckles. This near parable captures a flash of a final moment, the thoughts, the challenge to somehow complete an impossible personal goal. Time simply ran out. winner announcement Week 355 Winner Marci Baun | @marcibaun Bill says: Some years ago, we acquired two cats. Alas, as I knew it always would unfold, we recently let one slip away quietly, beautifully, sorrowfully, from pain and the inexigent inevitabilities that await us all. Though this personal loss didn’t influence my choice of this week’s winner, (I am almost sure of that) it is possible I was wide open for a sweet straightforward story, crisply told, about love, landlord arbitrary restrictions, and, of course, two delightful cats.  A very lovingly rendered tale of adoption, adaption and the possibility of human love. Don’t we all need these themes in our lives. I think so. Anne crouched and reached into the box. She drew out a sassy calico kitten. It blinked its big blue eyes at her and purred. Her heart melted. Yup. This is her. This is my kitty. She glanced up. “Could you please tell me her name?” The man’s green eyes twinkled. A jolt of attraction shimmied down her spine. “Oh, that’s Persephone. She has a brother.” He pointed to the all black kitten that sat at her feet, watching her. “We named him Hades. They do everything together. They stay together.” “Oh.” Disappointed, Anne almost set Persephone down, but she couldn’t quite let go of her. Her landlord had a strict policy of one pet per apartment. Maybe she could talk him into one more?She raised Persephone up to her face and stared into the little one’s eyes. She was so perfect. The little she-cat reached out and rested a paw on Anne’s cheek. Oh, my goodness! Such a sweetheart! Tiny pinpricks drew her attention to her left leg. Hades was climbing up her pants. Once he reached the top of her thigh, he curled up next to her body and purred. “It looks like they’ve claimed you,” the man said. “I—“ Yup, she was claimed. Hopefully, Mr. Jamison would understand, or she’d be looking for another place. “Okay, I’ll take them.” The man’s smile lit his eyes, mesmerizing her. “They chose well. By the way, the name’s Mark.” Electricity sizzled between them. “Anne.”~~~~~~~ Congratulations Winner Marci, and Honorable Mentions Jo, Kel, and Mark! Don’t forget to claim your badges and display them with pride. You certainly earned it! Pass on the great news on Twitter, Facebook, MeWe, shiny mirrors, Morse Code, and signal flags. Check out all the original tales HERE. Thanks for stopping by and happy reading! 🙂

Read More

Cover Reveal – Courting the Dragon Widow

Posted on by Siobhan Muir

Woohoo! Welcome to Weird, Wild, & Wicked Tales for a cover reveal of COURTING THE DRAGON WIDOW. I wrote this story years ago (2008) and I even submitted it to the Golden Heart contest through RWA. The response was “good idea, but needs work.” So I finished it and shelved it, not sure what exactly was wrong with it. In 2013, I went back through it, editing and tightening my writing. But it was boring and I told myself, “I’m just going to skip to the good parts.” If you hear that thought in your head when looking at your own writing, it’s a huge RED FLAG. It was 81K words of boring, and I walked away again. In 2015 I finally sat down and tried to decide what was so wrong with it.  The heroine was a doormat doing what her mother wanted. The hero was an immature jackass. Characters who didn’t need to be there showed up in the story. No one communicated much and while that’s great for conflict, it doesn’t make the story work. So I wrote down how I’d like the story to go, but it took so much thought that I walked away again. You’d think I didn’t really like this story. But in 2018 I said, “Okay, I’m gonna rewrite this thing and fix it because the idea is a good one.” It took me 8 months to rewrite it, and I cut 26K words out of it. I added 41K words and now the thing is 96K of pretty damn good tale. I changed the ending, connected it with Easter eggs to two other series, and made my characters really grow. Kris Norris built me a cover that captured the hero and heroine, and at last, 11 years after it’s start, is COURTING THE DRAGON WIDOW. It’s M/F Paranormal romance connected to the Cloudburst Colorado series. blurb Everyone has demons, but Lissandra’s date might have it worse than most… Lissandra Charforest is finally stepping back into the dating game after three decades of widowhood. Accepting a blind date, she travels to a small town in upstate New York to meet an eligible dragon bachelor. Too bad the guy seems determined to stand her up. Denarrion Goldencoat wouldn’t have agreed to a blind date with the Widow from Colorado if his father hadn’t insisted. Happy being the perennial bachelor, he has no desire to settle down on one woman, much less one with kids already. Until he falls into the reservoir with her. But everything’s not as it seems. Beneath the quaint façade of Redfield, darkness and decay lurks to ensnare the unwary. When Lissandra discovers she’s been lured to Redfield to kill a demon under the pretense of a courtship, she almost walks away. But the truth jeopardizes the life of her True Bonded mate, leaving her with one choice: Destroy the demon or die trying. Pre-order it here: Smashwords (all formats) Amazon excerpt Denarrion couldn’t believe his luck. He’d chanced upon this glorious woman on his favorite rock perch. She’d pulled her dark brown, wavy hair into ponytail, and the tail hung down her back in a silken fall. Arching brows over sparkling lavender eyes captured his attention and utterly stopped his breath. And her scent. She filled his nose with tantalizing vanilla and lilacs. This is the kind of woman I want. Why did he have to agree to the blind date with the Widow from Colorado? He smiled down at her. “I don’t remember seeing you in town before. Are you here for the holiday?” She tilted her head and shrugged with one shoulder. “Something like that.” “It’s a good time to visit this place. Mind if I sit with you?” “Uh, no. I guess that’d be okay.” She gestured to the rock and he settled beside her. “I used to come here all the time. You know, every time I wanted to get away from my dad. It wasn’t always a lake, but it was always peaceful.” “It is nice here.” She turned to look out at the lake. “It’s like the world hasn’t tainted this place with its fears and pollution. It’s beautiful.” He didn’t see the lake, just her glorious profile. “Yeah, beautiful.” She glanced at him, meeting his gaze with raised eyebrows and a dip of her chin. He grinned as she snorted. “Does that line usually work for you?” “Eh, you know, it’s about fifty-fifty.” He shrugged ruefully, but his heart warmed with her catch. This wasn’t a woman who’d preen and simper for his attention. She’d make him earn every step into her good graces. Usually, that would frustrate him and he’d head for greener pastures. But something about the lavender-eyed beauty kept him willing to try. “My name is Denny.” He gave her his best lopsided smile and her lips curled in response. “Lissa.” She held out her hand to shake his in the traditional human greeting. “Do you live in Redfield, or one of the other towns nearby?” “Yeah, I’m from Redfield.” Close enough in human terms. “My family came here when this was still a river valley instead of a reservoir.” “So it’s been a little while at least.” She nodded. He frowned. A little while? In human terms it would be something close to a hundred and fifty years. Maybe she’s referring to the settlers who arrived in the late fifteenth century. He nodded and tried to figure out how to move the conversation along after her strange response. “So if you’re here visiting, where are you from?” “Colorado. I live in the Rocky Mountains.” She waved at the vista. “It’s lush here.” Colorado? “What brought you out here?” She hesitated just a beat. “I’m visiting extended family.” “Ah. How long will you be staying then?” “I don’t really know. As long as it takes, I guess.” She looked away and her shoulders tightened as she drew her knees up to her chest. He raised his eyebrows at…

Read More

Once Upon a Tune – March 2019

Posted on by Siobhan Muir

Welcome to Flash Fiction…Once Upon a Tune. Yes, yes, I know it’s “once upon a time” and I’m running with it. March is here and so is the weather. I don’t think it knows if it wants to be warm and springy, or cold and snowy, but we’re getting both depending on the day. Gotta love Wyoming. I’m part of a fantastic group of exceptional authors who do a monthly flash fiction blog display. All of them are excellent writers and I highly recommend visiting their blogs. This time the story was inspired by WAKE ME UP by Avicii, a song I’d heard and liked, but never knew the artist. You can listen/watch the video HERE and find the lyrics HERE. ~~~~~~~I stared out at the land sweeping away from the temple on the hill. Everything looked so soft with the green grass and I had the weird feeling it would feel like velvet if I ran my hands over it. It would make about as much sense as what I’ve been told. I shook my head. “That’s not right. Incorrect.” I tried finding words other than the usual – crazy, insane, nuts, ridiculous. I’d been called all those things too many times because of my autism and I wasn’t about to use them on someone else. “I’m not magical. I don’t have power.” “All evidence to the contrary, m’dear.” Arach chuckled and smoke drifted from his nostrils. It must be a byproduct of being a dragon. I’d never seen him actually smoking anything like a pipe or cigarette. I had seen him shift from the man who stood inside the temple with me to a large, scaly reptile with huge wings, a long tail, and a sinuous neck. The horns were pretty cool, too. Focus. “No, this doesn’t make sense. Can someone please wake me up when it’s all over?” I turned around to face the older, Hippy-looking woman in the flowing layered clothing and a jewel-toned headscarf. “I can’t be your champion. I don’t know anything about fighting or magic or saving the world. I don’t play D&D or the online games. I’m just me, an audiologist from Whidbey Island.” Tekhne laughed, the sound reminiscent of wind chimes. “It wasn’t the gods who brought you here, Matsuko. That was all a human effort. But now that you’re here, we’re offering the backing of our power to help bring the world back to its center and put the evil away for good. And in exchange, we will send you home to your world.” I shook my head. “I didn’t even know I was lost.” I bit my lip. “And if I don’t somehow become this…” I trailed off and waved my hand. “Sorceress, magic-wielder, paladin person, I’ll be stuck here forever?” The goddess shrugged and chuckled. “It might not be as bad as that. The people here make beautiful music and art. And there are dragons.” She winked as she inclined her head at Arach. Then her eyes narrowed and her face lost all its humanity. “But if you don’t do this, this world will die, as will all its people, including you, and the evil encroaching it may well overtake your own world. The choice is yours.” I barked an incredulous laugh. “Choice? What choice? Die fighting the evil unleashed in this world by someone else? Or die with everyone else when the evil gets around to this part of the world?” “Personally, if I’m going to die either way, I’d rather die fighting to save something.” Arach shrugged, his words amused but his expression grave. “Right.” Fear surged in the back of my mind but I refused to let it out of its box. Maybe the idiots who opened Evil’s box should’ve done the same. I closed my eyes and swallowed hard. “Fine. I’ll fight this war for you. I’ll learn magic and sorcery and whatever to save your world.” Tekhne tilted her head. “And what will you want in return for this effort?” “I haven’t decided yet. I guess what I want is all the choices when it’s time. I’ll do this and you’ll pay whatever price I ask when I ask it. Deal?”#TeamRPG~~~~~~~ That’s it for me this month. Check out my fellow authors’ Once Upon A Tune Flash.  Bronwyn Green  |  Gwen Cease

Read More