Month: March 2020

Snippet Sunday – I Just Had to Wing it

Posted on by Siobhan Muir

It’s Snippet Sunday and COVID-19 has slowed my work on the third book in the Concrete Angels MC series. But it’s coming and here’s a snippet to enjoy. I’m showcasing ANGEL INK and it’s coming soon! In this snippet, we’re in Michael’s POV (all in first person) and he’s brought Haley to a coffee shop to warm up. In the last snippet, he told her he’d seen her before the museum. This is unedited at the moment so forgive typos if you find them. ~~~~~~ “I’m trying to resist the urge to say something like, ‘why didn’t you look me up?’ But then I remember we never actually spoke.” “And do you know how many Haleys there are in Fort Collins alone? It’s a very popular woman’s name.” “You actually did try to look me up?” She laughed. “Oh, man, I was kidding.” “Yes, I did, and I was halfway through the one thousand, four hundred and thirty-three names by the time I saw you tonight.” “There can’t be that many of us.” She shook her head. “At least not with the same spelling.” “How was I to know the spelling? I just had to wing it.” Or I could have. Being an Archangel had its benefits. If I really needed to know something about someone, I could find out pretty quickly just by visiting where they worked or lived. I was better than the NSA about finding out secrets. “I couldn’t even find you on social media platforms.” She grimaced. “I’ll have to be more active than I’ve been. My last name is Michaels. Haley Michaels.” She held out her hand to shake. My breath left me as I took her hand. Michaels. Subtle, my Lady, real subtle. But her touch sent reverberations of pleasure and need through me, unlike any I’d felt before. Haley must have felt them too because she shivered before she released my hand. Or she’s just cold, you git. “It’s very nice to meet you, Haley Michaels. I’m Michael.” I grinned as her eyes widened. “That’s it? Just Michael?” I shrugged. “Yeah, unless you’d prefer my road name, Schnoz.” She choked on her coffee and shook her head. “No, I think I’ll stick with Michael. It’ll be easy to remember.” ~~~~~~~ Apparently his road name doesn’t impress. 😉 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 ANGEL INK: Coming Soon Angels, Art, and Avarice: The magic of an angel’s heart…is written on his skin. Haley Michaels, Reporter I was minding my own business, trying to escape a party, and walked straight into a murder. Which would’ve been the scoop of a lifetime if my phone hadn’t died. And the door hadn’t locked. Now I’m stuck in a cabin in the mountains with a hot guy who appeared on the street like my knight on shining motorcycle, and I should be more worried than attracted. I mean, he’s covered in tattoos and is VP from the notorious Concrete Angels MC, the same group I’m investigating. Because I know they’re involved with the deaths of a U.S. Marshal and two FBI agents. My love life luck sucks. Michael, Concrete Angels’ VP Love isn’t something that archangels ever expect to feel. At least not the all-consuming, no-holds-barred kind of love spoken about in films and songs. But that’s what I felt the moment I laid eyes on Haley. She doesn’t know I’m not human, or just how inhuman the rest of my MC is, but I can’t stay away from her if I tried. Now I have to protect her – not only from the men hunting her, but also from the truth. The question is: will she stay when she finds out what I really am? Because if she can’t be trusted with the truth, Loki will make sure she can’t pass on the information. Permanently.

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#ThursThreads – Week 406 – Winners

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Week 406 of #ThursThreads had many fantastic tales. I’m honored to see all the writers come to tie a tale as we close on the end of our eighth 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 Cara Michaels 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 Bill Engleson | @billmelaterplea Silver James | @SilverJames_ Sheilagh Lee | @SweetSheil Mark A. Morris Atticus Stryker | @TAFORU David A. Ludwig | @DavidALudwig Louisa Bacio | @Louisabacio Kelly Heinen | @Aightball Katheryn J. Avila | @katheryn_avila Honorable Mentions Mark A. Morris Cara says: It’s all tense and exciting until that ending. I lol’d, but I would want to be woken up for a Firefly reboot, too. Katheryn J. Avila | @katheryn_avila Cara says: Bardic magic rarely gets shown in such an active and action-packed light, and I like the sense of teamwork between Camilla and Val. winner announcement Week 406 Winner Kelly Heinen | @Aightball Cara says: I always enjoy Horace and his interactions with the human world. He just shows up wherever he pleases. And he loves pancakes, lol. Creepy, but well done, weaving current events into the fantasy setting. “Why can’t I keep you out?” I ask, skootching around him to put a bowl in the sink. “Especially at oh-god-o’clock.” Horace is in his human form this morning, wearing a gold and beige plaid shirt with pearl snaps, blue jeans, and work boots. “Are you eating?” I ask. As The One True Death, he doesn’t need to eat, but he likes my pancakes for some reason. “Yes, please.” He takes a plate and we sit down. “I wanted to talk to you about something that happens every century.” “And that is?” He puts his fork down. “I must turn the world off and back on again.” My fork rests on my plate and I stare at him. “Like…how?” “My father set a devastating flu upon the world in 1918.” I have a great uncle who remembers the flu of 1918. Horace resumes eating. “So…you have to set a plague upon the world?” I ask and he nods. “But why?” “Things are going south. Too much greed, corruption, etc. What do you think about another flu?” I rub my face. “Dude, for real. That’s a terrible plan.” “Hmm. A respiratory virus?” I grunt at him. “Resetting the world is a terrible plan!” “I dislike those caveman noises you make, Carla. I am required to do something.” We finish breakfast and he shrugs. “Every hundred or so years, we must reset everything.” He puts his dishes in the sink, then walks through the wall and disappears. Well, shit. ~~~~~~~ Congratulations Eleven Time Winner Kelly, and Honorable Mentions Mark, and Katheryn! 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! 🙂

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#ThursThreads – Tying Tales Together – Week 406

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Welcome back to the home of Weird, Wild, & Wicked Tales. Today is Thursday and that means it’s time to start flashing. We’re almost to the end of our eighth year of weekly prompts! This is Week 406 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 406: Typo Sniper, author, and #MenageMonday host, Cara Michaels. Facebook | Twitter | Goodreads | And now your #ThursThreads Challenge, tying tales together. The Prompt: “Why can’t I keep you out?” All stories written herein are the property (both intellectual and physical) of the authors. Comments do not represent the views of the host and the host reserves the right to remove any content. Now, away with you, Flash Fiction Fanatics, and show us your #ThursThreads. Good luck!

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Snippet Sunday – Fly-By Kisses

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It’s Snippet Sunday and we’re all stuck at home, lol. But that means there’s more time to read and I actually do have a new book coming in the Concrete Angels MC series. Soon, I promise. I’m showcasing ANGEL INK and it’s coming soon! In this snippet, we’re in Michael’s POV (all in first person) and he rescued Haley and brought her to a coffee shop to warm up. He’s drinking Earl Grey tea while she drinks coffee. This is unedited at the moment so forgive typos if you find them. ~~~~~~ “Care to tell me why you were out, alone in the snow, on Valentine’s Day with a dead phone?” She blinked and sipped her coffee. “Damn, when you put it like that, it really does sound like I needed to be rescued.” I shrugged but my curiosity boiled over to find out what my brother Luke had engineered to get us together. And on Valentine’s Day no less. Though I’d met St. Valentine and love had been the last thing on his mind when he became a saint. She sighed and shook her head. “It’s a story, but not a very good one. Just one stupid decision after another. You know the drill.” I shrugged. “Enlighten me. You can give me just the facts. Think of it like you’re writing a news story.” Haley narrowed her eyes. “Why would you say that?” I curled my lips into my best half-smile. “After I saw you at the museum, I did a little digging. I figured you were there with the press and found out you worked for the Fort Collins Bugle.” “Do you always research the women you give fly-by kisses?” I grinned. “Always. But I don’t give many women fly-by kisses so you’re a special case.” I dimmed my grin and tilted my head. “And I wanted to know you a little bit better.” She regarded me with serious eyes for a few moments. “Why?” What could I tell her? That I’d been hooked on her appearance and scent from the moment I saw her? That the Goddess had chosen her to be my One-and-Only? That I was the Archangel Michael and I’d been looking for her for millennia? That I’d never felt the driving need for connection like I did with her? Yeah, probably not a good way to start things off. I rolled my cup in my hands. “The museum wasn’t the first time I’d seen you.” ~~~~~~~ Better to hedge one’s bets. 😉 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 ANGEL INK: Coming Soon Angels, Art, and Avarice: The magic of an angel’s heart…is written on his skin. Haley Michaels, Reporter I was minding my own business, trying to escape a party, and walked straight into a murder. Which would’ve been the scoop of a lifetime if my phone hadn’t died. And the door hadn’t locked. Now I’m stuck in a cabin in the mountains with a hot guy who appeared on the street like my knight on shining motorcycle, and I should be more worried than attracted. I mean, he’s covered in tattoos and is VP from the notorious Concrete Angels MC, the same group I’m investigating. Because I know they’re involved with the deaths of a U.S. Marshal and two FBI agents. My love life luck sucks. Michael, Concrete Angels’ VP Love isn’t something that archangels ever expect to feel. At least not the all-consuming, no-holds-barred kind of love spoken about in films and songs. But that’s what I felt the moment I laid eyes on Haley. She doesn’t know I’m not human, or just how inhuman the rest of my MC is, but I can’t stay away from her if I tried. Now I have to protect her – not only from the men hunting her, but also from the truth. The question is: will she stay when she finds out what I really am? Because if she can’t be trusted with the truth, Loki will make sure she can’t pass on the information. Permanently.

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#ThursThreads – Week 405 – Winners

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Week 405 of #ThursThreads had many fantastic tales. I’m honored to see all the writers come to tie a tale as we head to the end of our eighth 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 Luanne Bennett 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: Silver James | @SilverJames_ Dr. Guncha Gupta Cara Michaels | @caramichaels Bill Engleson | @billmelaterplea Daniel Swensen | @daniel_swensen Siobhan Muir | @SiobhanMuir Katheryn J. Avila | @katheryn_avila Sheilagh Lee | @SweetSheil Joe Hesch | @JAHesch Mark A. Morris David A. Ludwig | @DavidALudwig Nellie Batz | @solimond Kel J. Heinen | @Aightball M.T. Decker | @mishmhem Honorable Mentions Daniel Swensen | @daniel_swensen Luanne says: Reminds me of The Haunting shows on TV, how your surroundings can affect you and others, just don’t look outside Mary Decker | @mishmhem Luanne says: I normally don’t do space stories but I do want more of this one. Start fixing the easy, small project to realize someone wants everyone gone. How is it going to be fixed, solved ..I want answers. Nellie Batz | @solimond Luanne says: Ohh yes I like the being surrounded by others and some being aware, I could see this in a whole novel. winner announcement Week 405 Winner Cara Michaels | @caramichaels Luanne says: the detail, the story, the feelings. I read all of them last night and this one kept with me the most made me think what happened next. “Taye?” Yuri eyed the DJ, aborting a reflexive reach as Taye’s chin slipped from the palm supporting it. “Huh?” Sleepy eyes popped wide as Taye just barely avoided faceplanting on the workstation. He bobbed up drunkenly, head thumping the microphone boom. He swatted the offending hardware away, rubbing his head. “Wha—?” “You okay there?” “‘m just tired.” “Believe me, I got that part.” Yuri smirked. “Who kept you up, hm?” “Everyone.” Taye’s knuckles turned white as they fisted against his ears. Yuri’s smile slipped as he realized Taye seriously meant that. “Everyone’s so loud.” Taye rubbed his temples, muttering, “They think I don’t hear them, but I do.” “Who?” Noisy neighbors, maybe? “Why can’t I keep you out?” he groaned, but not to Yuri. No, to whatever was going on in his head. Definitely not noisy neighbors. He lurched to his feet and staggered, crumpling to the floor as his eyes rolled up. “Holy shit, Taye.” Yuri rushed forward, crouching down, still hesitating to touch. Taye didn’t do contact. Period. Last time someone had touched him, he’d called in sick for a week. “Please,” the DJ whispered. “Make them stop.” Some sort of psychosis? Or…psychic? The line between the two was uncomfortably thin for someone without an MD or PhD after his name. Cautiously, Yuri shifted closer, holding his hand out, palm up. Taye shrank back. “It’s an offer, not a demand. If you need to hold on to someone, I’m here.” “I—can’t.” I want to went unspoken. ~~~~~~~ Congratulations THIRTY-FOUR TIME WINNER Cara, and Honorable Mentions Daniel, Mary, and Nellie! 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! 🙂

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#ThursThreads – Tying Tales Together – Week 405

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Welcome back to the home of Weird, Wild, & Wicked Tales. Today is Thursday and that means it’s time to start flashing. We’re half way through our eighth year of weekly prompts! This is Week 405 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 405: Thrivin’ American Mutt, Reader with Honest Reviews, Luanne Bennett. Facebook | And now your #ThursThreads Challenge, tying tales together. The Prompt: “They think I don’t hear them, but I do.” All stories written herein are the property (both intellectual and physical) of the authors. Comments do not represent the views of the host and the host reserves the right to remove any content. Now, away with you, Flash Fiction Fanatics, and show us your #ThursThreads. Good luck!

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Snippet Sunday – What Are You Doing Here?

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It’s Snippet Sunday and since we’re all stuck at home given the novel COVID-19 wandering around, I’m showing off the new book coming in the Concrete Angels MC series. I’m showcasing ANGEL INK and it’s coming soon! In this snippet, we’re in Haley Michaels’ POV (all in first person) and she’s just come out from finding a dead body in the stairwell. Who does she meet but the guy who kissed her at the Museum. This is unedited at the moment so forgive typos if you find them. ~~~~~~ The patch read SCHNOZ and I remembered those wise eyes and large nose. His eyebrows went up under his black brain bucket as he caught sight of me and my heart pounded for a completely different reason. “What are you doing here?” “I was about to ask you the same thing.” His voice reminded me of warm fleece blankets and the comforting rumble of a well-kept engine. How the hell would I answer that? I couldn’t tell him it was an accident—hell, I’d been invited to the party upstairs. But it might start to look hinky if I told him about the dead body in the stairwell. “I was at a Valentine’s Day party and my date found someone else to hang with.” I shrugged as I mentally broke up with Carl. It would be awkward going to work on Monday, but that was more on him than me. Again, I wished my phone hadn’t died. The blackmail photos would’ve been to die for. I bit my bottom lip. “Do you think you could let me use your phone to call someone to take me home?” His dark eyes ran the length of me starting at my head, dropping to my feet and rising to my face. “I could. Or I could just give you a ride since I’m already here and we met at the Museum.” He winked. “Where I thought you had wings.” The Mojave Desert couldn’t be dryer than my voice. He shrugged and grinned. “I blame my cut for that. I am part of the Concrete Angels MC after all.” And I wished for a guardian angel to come get me. His grin faded into surprise as if he heard my thought. “Anyway, I’m here. How ’bout I give you a ride home?” ~~~~~~~ Maybe there are guardian Angels. 😉 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 ANGEL INK: Coming Soon Angels, Art, and Avarice: The magic of an angel’s heart…is written on his skin. Haley Michaels, Reporter I was minding my own business, trying to escape a party, and walked straight into a murder. Which would’ve been the scoop of a lifetime if my phone hadn’t died. And the door hadn’t locked. Now I’m stuck in a cabin in the mountains with a hot guy who appeared on the street like my knight on shining motorcycle, and I should be more worried than attracted. I mean, he’s covered in tattoos and is VP from the notorious Concrete Angels MC, the same group I’m investigating. Because I know they’re involved with the deaths of a U.S. Marshal and two FBI agents. My love life luck sucks. Michael, Concrete Angels’ VP Love isn’t something that archangels ever expect to feel. At least not the all-consuming, no-holds-barred kind of love spoken about in films and songs. But that’s what I felt the moment I laid eyes on Haley. She doesn’t know I’m not human, or just how inhuman the rest of my MC is, but I can’t stay away from her if I tried. Now I have to protect her – not only from the men hunting her, but also from the truth. The question is: will she stay when she finds out what I really am? Because if she can’t be trusted with the truth, Loki will make sure she can’t pass on the information. Permanently.

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#ThursThreads – Week 404 – Winners

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Week 404 of #ThursThreads had many fantastic tales – and the internet worked! I’m honored to see all the writers come to tie a tale as we close in on the end of our eighth 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 Ever Addams 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: Katheryn J. Avila | @katheryn_avila Joe Ganzer | @J_Thomas_Ganzer Bill Engleson | @billmelaterplea Silver James | @SilverJames_ Siobhan Muir | @SiobhanMuir Kel J. Heinen | @Aightball David A. Ludwig | @DavidALudwig Mark A. Morris Sheilagh Lee | @SweetSheil Honorable Mentions Bill Engleson | @billmelaterplea Ever says: This sly poke at the medical crisis going on around us was the comedic relief I needed today. Let’s hear it for Social Distancing and Jerry Colonna. winner announcement Week 374 Winner Joe Ganzer | @J_Thomas_Ganzer Ever says: This story kept my curiosity on full tilt. Paranoia? Conspiracy Theory? Actual chemical exposure? I’m not sure what’s a work here but I definitely want to know more. Coming back from overseas was never a hoot. Trying to get back into a family routine was tricky. I felt like an intruder in my own home. I spent the last year in one of those countries that is a dot on the map. I was in charge of managing base operations, which meant I directed the burn pits. We would torch everything: fuel, spent shells, chemicals, uniforms, you name it. Then we’d hack through our scarves trying not to inhale whatever it was we just incinerated. I’d been home two weeks when I noticed it. It was obvious, I’m surprised it took me that long. The family wasn’t my family. The agency did a good job, they looked like my family. Identical, actually. But they were imposters, probably sent to spy on me. They denied it, of course. Called me crazy, offered to drive me to a psychiatrist. Like I’m falling for that, the shrink would be an agency plant. Guar-an-teed. I managed to get to my rifle, but they tackled me as I loaded it. Damn it. I told you they were good. I’ve been locked up in this rubber room for a week, it seems. Hard to track the days in here. They throw around phrases like, “visual cortex disruption,” chemical exposure,” and “permanent condition.” They think I don’t hear them, but I do. The imposters say they won’t visit anymore, too difficult. Like I care, I just want to get back overseas. Things make sense there. ~~~~~~~ Congratulations Two Time Winner Joe, and Honorable Mention 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! 🙂

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#ThursThreads – Tying Tales Together – Week 404

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Welcome back to the home of Weird, Wild, & Wicked Tales. Today is Thursday and that means it’s time to start flashing, and despite the week’s name, it’s NOT A PAGE ERROR, LOL. We’re half way through our eighth year of weekly prompts, and the page should work. This is Week 404 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 404: Ever After or Ever More, either way you get great stories from author, Ever Addams. Facebook | Twitter | And now your #ThursThreads Challenge, tying tales together. The Prompt: “I’d been home two weeks.” All stories written herein are the property (both intellectual and physical) of the authors. Comments do not represent the views of the host and the host reserves the right to remove any content. Now, away with you, Flash Fiction Fanatics, and show us your #ThursThreads. Good luck!

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Snippet Sunday – Ninja-Level Calm

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It’s Snippet Sunday and I finally have a new book coming in the Concrete Angels MC series. Plus you get to see the cover for the first time. Woot! I’m showcasing ANGEL INK and it’s coming soon! In this snippet, we’re in Haley Michaels’ POV (all in first person) and she got out of the party and found a phone. She’s on the line with the dispatcher and they’ve asked her to identify herself. This is unedited at the moment so forgive typos if you find them. ~~~~~~Oh hell no. They’d killed the ADA of Denver while mentioning Backlog. There was no way I’d give my name to anyone. But I’d make sure the cops knew all they needed. “I was just going out for a smoke and I got locked outta the party, but then I heard the shots and the guy was thrown in the stairwell and now he’s dead and bleeding and—” “Ma’am, the police and emergency personnel are on their way. Let’s start with your name.” I had to admit the dispatch operator had a voice full of nothing but serenity and bliss. Or at least Ninja-level calm. “Oh my gawd, someone’s coming. They might see me. I gotta go.” And I hung up with a smile. I took my scarf and wiped down the phone so I didn’t leave fingerprints – Think forensics – and slipped from behind the desk. I kept my face averted from the cameras but scanned the area for the security guards. Where had they all gone? Surely, they didn’t take this long for a bathroom break. I zipped up my coat and headed for the doors. I wasn’t gonna wait around for the cops to show up and I didn’t really need anyone remembering I’d been here. I doubted Carl would remember his first name by the time he was done with those people upstairs. I shook my head and wondered how I’d start the “Dear Carl” email. Probably with, Dear Carl, it’s not me, it’s you. I laughed aloud but cut the sound off the moment I stepped outside. My breath stalled in my chest as I came to an abrupt stop. My gaze landed on the man waiting for me on a black, opalescent Harley. Holy moly, it’s the guy from the Museum.~~~~~~~ And it’s on! 😉 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 ANGEL INK: Coming Soon Angels, Art, and Avarice: The magic of an angel’s heart…is written on his skin. Haley Michaels, Reporter I was minding my own business, trying to escape a party, and walked straight into a murder. Which would’ve been the scoop of a lifetime if my phone hadn’t died. And the door hadn’t locked. Now I’m stuck in a cabin in the mountains with a hot guy who appeared on the street like my knight on shining motorcycle, and I should be more worried than attracted. I mean, he’s covered in tattoos and is VP from the notorious Concrete Angels MC, the same group I’m investigating. Because I know they’re involved with the deaths of a U.S. Marshal and two FBI agents. My love life luck sucks. Michael, Concrete Angels’ VP Love isn’t something that archangels ever expect to feel. At least not the all-consuming, no-holds-barred kind of love spoken about in films and songs. But that’s what I felt the moment I laid eyes on Haley. She doesn’t know I’m not human, or just how inhuman the rest of my MC is, but I can’t stay away from her if I tried. Now I have to protect her – not only from the men hunting her, but also from the truth. The question is: will she stay when she finds out what I really am? Because if she can’t be trusted with the truth, Loki will make sure she can’t pass on the information. Permanently.

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