I’m currently in the author spotlight at Supposed Crimes. Check it out, but come back here afterward, because I’m adding three more Q&As into the mix, just for fun.
Is there a character in your work you feel especially connected to? Why?
Another installment of brief fiction for your #fictionfriday enjoyment. Have a good weekend.
Decennium’s Demon: Fiction in Under Fifty Words
October tenth. Greyson’s gaze drifted to the bedroom door. She’s back.
Ten soft knocks. A feminine moan.
“We’re through, Decennia, remember?” He kissed his crucifix, grabbed the holy water from the shelf, and pushed open the door.
Breaking up with this succubus had become a decade’s-long event.
*Looks up from intense back edits* Oh, hi! Is it Wednesday again? *clean her specs on her shirt tail and stretches out the kinks*
All right then, let’s do this.
So, what am I working on? Surrogate: Hunted. I’m in my final back edits before it goes off to the best editor I know at the first of July. After that, it’s off to an editor at Supposed Crimes. That said, Hunted is officially out of WIP play, (it’s listed as coming soon at Supposed Crimes) *happy dance* I’ll be sharing from another WIP for Wippet Wednesday from now forward. Welcome to Surrogate: Traditions. The manuscript has hit the land of rewrites, so I’m comfortable sharing snippets.
Here’s this week’s math:
The numbers – 062117
My calculation choices: 6 x 21 = 126 + 170 = 296 words from Chapter One, “Aftermath,” with enough added to complete the paragraph.
Dead or gone. Gone or dead. Etain Ixtii slumped against the foot of the bed, her head between her knees. The life she’d known, most everything she’d come to value since living on Takran— gone, gone, gone. But her heart still beat despite the pain. Alyward workers like Etain were built to succeed in adverse conditions, and— is anyone besides us still alive?
True story… happened this past weekend. *wipes her eyes*
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