I am not lost…

May 26, 2017

FICTION FRIDAY: Thimbleful – Peace and Quiet

I have no idea how close to the word count I am. *checks* Okay I’m like 150 or so over. So sue me. 😉 I wasn’t sure what to do with this one, but it ended up being some foreshadowing (and some future peeks of what’s to come) in the Karantiri world. Idiom of the week is “peace and quiet.” Enjoy! 🙂



May 19, 2017

FICTION FRIDAY: Thimbleful – Turn Over a New Leaf/Hold Your Fire

These two were short, so I’ve smooshed them together into one mega-microfic. (*cough*) It follows my dearly beloved Tarenthal of the Karantiri stories, very early in his time in the Kalvarine woods.

As always, check out Thimbleful Thursday, and all of Lyn’s projects.


May 12, 2017

FICTION FRIDAY: Thimbleful – Nest Egg

Another lovely Thimbleful Thursday prompt. I went over word count again, because I’m bad at flash fiction. >.> Only by like…120 though? That’s better than usual?

Anywho, this is in the world of RATHER LARGE PUDDLE, set post-book. I’d say there are spoilers, but I’ve been talking about this book for so long and it’s an obvious romance ending, so one would imagine you’d figure this out anyway.


March 10, 2017

FICTION FRIDAY: Thimbleful-Iron Out the Difficulty

Another Thimbleful Thursday post for you! This was meant to be between 450-550 words, and it’s just over (sorry, Lyn) but it just grabbed me and wouldn’t let go. This is a very very very far sequel-ish to QUEST TO KARANTIRI. We’ve met Kelina, the princess of the Metadrine elves before. The young man she’s speaking to, not so much. I had a little bit of leeway with the wording, since “iron” in terms like this don’t quite translate perfectly, but…I think you’ll see. 562 words.

Kelina took a deep breath. “We’re never going to be able to do this. If your parents find out you’ve been here…”

“What are they going to do?” She’d never seen his stance so sure. “We have to do something, Kelina. No one from any of our kingdoms has been able to make this work, but we can. It’s just a matter of…smoothing things out.”


September 16, 2016

Fiction Friday: Quest to Karantiri

So at least for now, I’m thinking I’ll use Fridays as a little buffer zone, filled with bits of writing in my various worlds. This gives everyone a chance to meet some of my characters and see some of the worlds, and gives me a chance to keep myself occupied and inspired. So! Since I’ve been re-reading some things lately, I’ve gotten sucked back into the last piece I started as a serial (and will hopefully re-launch), THE QUEST TO KARANTIRI. We follow Celita, a girl of the kingdom of Karantiri, who dreams of adventure and magic, not knowing just how close to it she truly is.

But for this piece, I’m focusing on one of the sideline characters: Tarenthal, a mixed-blood elf living in the eastern woods, and a guard who meets Celita very early on in her first trip to Kalvara, the elven lands. A misfit ill-matched to both elven worlds he came from, the human child speaks to him at a deeper level than some of the others. This is his point of view, around when he first met Celita.


August 12, 2016

FICTION FRIDAY! Character Snippet

So hey! Since I’m spending a lot of time bouncing around this month, I figured rather than giving you all a prompt call, I’d just offer a few tiny bits of fiction so you can all meet my characters again. I did this once, long ago, and I can’t remember if this exact piece was ever shared, but I like it too much not to.

This is Alan Dawes, son of one of the wealthiest families in town and as such, probably the most eligible bachelor around. And he knows it. He’s disdainful and self-centered and snobbish…at least at the surface. There’s a lot beneath the surface of Alan, and he doesn’t let many people in to see it. The book he’s from–NOBLESSE OBLIGE–is told from Kenna’s perspective, a maid in his household, so we don’t see much from Alan’s point of view. Which is, of course, why I love to write tiny pieces from his eyes. So enjoy this one! I don’t know that it happens in canon, but I still love it.


June 17, 2016

Tales From the Café: Out of the Mouths of…Customers?

Time: Friday, 3:15 pm

I may not have any of my own, but I know if you hang around kids long enough, you’re going to hear some crazy stuff. The Internet has lists of creepy or clever things kids have said with absolutely no prompting. I’d put it out there that it’s not just kids who say these things. I mean, look at politics. Some things that come out of people’s mouths…

That’s not the point. The point is I’ve heard all kinds of people say all kinds of ridiculous stuff. But I’m not sure anything quite beats the woman who was talking to Zöe.


June 10, 2016

Tales from the Café: Are You Sure?

Time: Wednesday, 1:15 pm.

I’ve gotten my fair share of bizarre requests in my time working, both here and at other customer service places where I’ve been employed. I’ve had odd food questions, I’ve had seating requests that don’t make sense, I’ve had complaints and compliments and all kinds of oddness. Most of it doesn’t even affect me anymore.

But every once in a while, something manages to surprise me. And when it does, it’s always a doozy.


June 3, 2016

Tales from the Café: Squeaky Clean

Time: Monday, 2:16 pm

I rubbed at my eyes, enjoying the brief respite from the lunch rush. The rushes had been getting later and later as time went on, so despite the fact that normally we’d be done with the busy part of the day by now, I wasn’t taking my chances.

The second I started feeling complacent was the moment we’d get a massive boost at three in the afternoon. Wouldn’t that just be dandy.


May 27, 2016

Tales from the Café: Amazing the Things You Find

Time: Tuesday, 9:16 pm

It was almost time to leave. All of the customers were already gone–a small miracle, given that there was a strong tendency to hang around well past closing time–so we were getting a little extra cleaning done in our “free time.” I was over cleaning the wood portion of our floors, so I could only hear murmurs from the crew cleaning our couch chairs on the other side of the café.

I didn’t envy them their job. Those chairs had to be a disaster. Who knew when the last time they’d been cleaned was?


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