Weekend Writing Warriors: March 26, 2023

Happy spring!  Happy last weekend in March. Welcome to a weekly post of Weekend Writing Warriors. If you'd like to check it out or give it a try, click here to go to wewriwa.blogspot.com

I've jumped back to Lily's story formerly referred to as Dai Klavven. That name is changing, but I haven't chosen the new name yet. For the time being, it will remain just 'DK'. 

So, moving forward. I'm working on finishing DK.  In this excerpt--the setup: Lily has been saved from the Bulragers by a "Sand" named Theusand. Sands can speak mind to mind. They are still traveling toward Theusand's home world, Tebrig, on the ship Lily was imprisoned on, but she's no longer in the lower level as a prisoner. She and Theusand are visiting a remote world where people are in hiding. Tonight, after dinner, they sit around in candlelight, telling stories and imbibing. 

Last week's snippet ended with: “Then the invaders scorched our land and destroyed our crops to force us into nonresistance. We prayed for the evil, the pain, the death... to stop.

“Instead, the Jophraths came, our worst nightmare, cruel beyond belief. They mined our beautiful world for every mineral they could haul. Sucking entire lakes dry, they annihilated the grasses and the flowers, the trees and the animals.

"The Bulragers rented our people to them for labor, and then they worked them to their final breath.

His hands clenched into fists when he directed a hard look at Elder Spense. “Love and forgiveness will not bring back our garden." Then he looked around the room as he continued.  "Besides, that ilk would simply come and destroy us all over again. That is, if the Bulragers don’t find our scattered survivors first.”

That's it for this week. Thanks for reading, and if you leave a comment, thank you so much! :-)

Weekend Writing Warriors: DK 3-19-23

Happy-almost-spring!  Welcome to a weekly post of Weekend Writing Warriors. If you'd like to check it out or give it a try, click here to go to wewriwa.blogspot.com

I've jumped back to Lily's story formerly referred to as Dai Klavven. That name is changing, but I haven't chosen the new name yet. For the time being, it will remain just 'DK'. 

So, moving forward. I'm working on finishing DK.  In this excerpt--the setup: Lily has been saved from the Bulragers by a "Sand" named Theusand. Sands can speak mind to mind. They are still traveling toward Theusand's home world, Tebrig, on the ship Lily was imprisoned on, but she's no longer in the lower level as a prisoner. She and Theusand are visiting a remote world where people are in hiding. Tonight, after dinner, they sit around in candlelight, telling stories and imbibing. The peaceful mood has been shattered.

Last week's snippet ended with: “Without warning, a thunderous voice boomed, shattering the tranquility. "Then evil came to our lands!” "

As Lily straightened herself after nearly falling off her cushion, she glanced around at others doing the same. At least she wasn’t the only one startled half to death. 

Theusand’s words filtered into her mind. “That is Narge. Every moment of his life is dominated by anger over the home he lost.”

When Narge continued, his voice was lower, but he gestured wildly with his hands, his facial expressions went from frightened to fierce.  “The Bulragers, a cruel and greedy race of slavers, came from the sky, from our beautiful blue sky. They captured a great number of our people and hauled them away, out into the stars. Forcibly, the diaspora of our people had begun again.

“They dragged children from their mothers’ arms, and beat and chained their fathers for trying to protect their families.

“Then the invaders scorched our land and destroyed our crops to force us into nonresistance. We prayed for the evil, the pain, the death... to stop.

That's it for this week. Thanks for reading, and if you leave a comment, thank you so much! :-)

Weekend Writing Warriors: February 5, 2023

 

Happy February. I'm a firm believer that Punxutawney Phil lies. :-)

Welcome to a weekly post of Weekend Writing Warriors. If you'd like to check it out or give it a try, click here to go to wewriwa.blogspot.com

I've jumped back to Lily's story formerly referred to as Dai Klavven. That name is changing, but I haven't chosen the new name yet. For the time being, it will remain just 'DK'. 

So, moving forward. I'm working on finishing DK. My muse is being awfully quiet though. :-(   In this excerpt--the setup: Lily has been saved from the Bulragers by a "Sand" named Theusand. Sands can speak mind to mind. They are still traveling toward Theusand's home world, Tebrig, on the ship Lily was imprisoned on, but she's no longer in the lower level as a prisoner. She and Theusand are visiting a remote world where people are in hiding. Tonight, after dinner, they sit around in candlelight, telling stories and imbibing. 

Last week's snippet ended with: “Children… We were all children then, relishing the innocence of a world unchallenged by hatred or greed. Our world was a garden, and peace and love were the crops we grew."

“It is where our beliefs were nurtured, that we can work together and survive, that we can be kind to each other without fear of fault or weakness, that we can forgive the trespasses by others on our goods and our hearts, and most of all, that we can love without end.

“These beliefs all live in my heart as much as they live in my mind.” His eyes came back into focus as he looked again at the children sitting around him.  “They must live inside of you, each of you, and you must carry them with you all of your days, wherever your garden may be.”

Lily couldn’t have turned away if she’d wanted to. It was like a child’s story, for no real world could be so beautiful, so peaceful, so full of wonders, or could it?

“It was.” Soft as a whisper, Theusand’s words filtered into her mind, and drifted like a lullaby with the images of what it must have been.

Lily sat in silence, basking in the spell he’d cast.

WIthout warning, a thunderous voice boomed, shattering the tranquility. "Then evil came to our lands!” 

Someone has changed direction of this tale... That's the snippet. Thank you so much for visiting. This is a WIP so comments are especially appreciated. :-)

WeWriWa: EU61

 

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     This snippet is from Emmily, Unbound, an SFR story.She and her dog, Murphy, have moved to the mountains of Pennsylvania into an old, remote, hunting camp her parents willed to her. On her first day there, along a desolate road she's been forced at gunpoint to haul a wounded man and his 'crew' to her house.A week since the abduction has gone by. She's making a supply run. Kade--one of the aliens--has gone with her to make sure she doesn't contact authorities to alert them to alien presence.Last week ended with them arguing over what she wants to buy at a sporting goods store. Now there's word confusion.

     The snippet ended with:     

     “No bat, Emmily. You just admitted to me—to the man sworn to protect Genrael—that you want the bat to use on him.”

      “I did not say that!”

      “You did. When you said you were afraid of guns. The baseball bat is a good, Genrael purpose weapon.”

        We continue from there:     

     I drop my chin and shake my head as I laugh. The ridiculousness of this entire conversation. “Listen to what you just said and dig deeper for the meaning.”

     He cocks his head, one way, then another. It takes a minute for his brows to go up. He blushes. “I see. Emmily, I am sorry for the misunderstanding. Still, I cannot allow you to buy a weapon.”

      I give up.

     “You will not have to worry about protecting yourself from someone arriving uninvited; you have us now.” 

A few more lines if you'd like to continue this thought: 

     “You know, Kade, I just might have to use it to defend myself from all of you. I don’t know. Maybe you’ll want to kill me after my usefulness is over.” I say this sort of tongue-in-cheek, but sort of not.

     He inclines his head, and peers at me through lowered eyes. “Emmily, we will not harm you.”

     “Right.”

     “You do not believe me?”

     “Kade, you don’t believe me, that I planned on getting a ball bat before you all forced your way into my life.”

     He lays his hand on top of mine. When I look at him, he gives it a squeeze. “We appreciate what you do for us. There is no plan to harm you for any reason. But we do need you if we are ever to see our home again.”

   

 Kade seems pretty sincere... Should she believe him? 

          The working blurb for this story:   

    

After losing everything that bound her to her ordinary and happy life, Emmily has one plan: move to the mountains and never-ever give her heart away again. 

     But everything goes sideways when a UFO crash-lands nearby, and on a desolate road she’s waylaid by men demanding help for their injured ‘General’. He’s confused, bleeding, and sweet Lord, good looking—even while sneering and growling at her. 

     Fleeing an ambush meant to kill him, Gen Rael is gravely injured when his ship crashes on Earth. The human woman his crew captures to aid them is a confounding mixture of terrified, defiant, and captivating. A female distraction is the last thing his hindered mission can afford. But this Emmily woman is cutting through the steel wall he keeps around his heart.

     Despite being their hostage, Emmily isn’t blind to the peril they’re in: there’s a threat coming from the stars, and it’s lethal to all of them, including her.

     And her simple plan to never-ever fall in love again? Looks like that’s in peril too…

 

        That's it for this week. Thank you so much for visiting and for reading. :-)

 

WeWriWa: EU60

 

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     This snippet is from Emmily, Unbound, an SFR story.She and her dog, Murphy, have moved to the mountains of Pennsylvania into an old, remote, hunting camp her parents willed to her. On her first day there, along a desolate road she's been forced at gunpoint to haul a wounded man and his 'crew' to her house.A week since the abduction has gone by. She's making a supply run. Kade--one of the aliens--has gone with her to make sure she doesn't contact authorities to alert them to alien presence.Last week ended with them arguing over what she wants to buy at a sporting goods store.

     The snippet ended with:
       He shakes his head. “Are you lying to me about a baseball bat? Do you plan to purchase a gun to use…against me on the way home?”

        We continue from there: 

     “For Christ’s sake, Kade, I want the bat to use as a weapon. I don’t plan on buying a gun. I’m scared of guns. And the bat is a good, general purpose weapon.”

     Kade’s eyes widen. “For Genrael purpose?”

     “That’s what I just said. I put the bat on the need-to-purchase list I made the first night I was up here, when I was alone with Murph. I saw someone in the woods, and it scared me… I…”

     “Someone in the woods? Near your home?” 

 A few more lines if you wish to read on:

“Yes. Just across the parking area. Blond hair…” 

I stop. I know already from Kade’s expression... A blond… I was so stupid

“It was Breen scouting for a place of refuge. Now that you know, you see that there is no need for a weapon. We will not buy a baseball bat.”

“What the… Why? Why not!”

“No bat, Emmily. You just admitted to me—to the man sworn to protect Genrael—that you want the bat to use on him.”

 “I did not say that!”

 “You did. When you said you were afraid of guns. The baseball bat is a good, Genrael purpose weapon.”

   

 They really need to sort out this general/Genrael stuff.  (It's coming) ;-)

          The working blurb for this story:   

    

After losing everything that bound her to her ordinary and happy life, Emmily has one plan: move to the mountains and never-ever give her heart away again. 

     But everything goes sideways when a UFO crash-lands nearby, and on a desolate road she’s waylaid by men demanding help for their injured ‘General’. He’s confused, bleeding, and sweet Lord, good looking—even while sneering and growling at her.

     Fleeing an ambush meant to kill him, Gen Rael is gravely injured when his ship crashes on Earth. The human woman his crew captures to aid them is a confounding mixture of terrified, defiant, and captivating. A female distraction is the last thing his hindered mission can afford. But this Emmily woman is cutting through the steel wall he keeps around his heart.

     Despite being their hostage, Emmily isn’t blind to the peril they’re in: there’s a threat coming from the stars, and it’s lethal to all of them, including her.

     And her simple plan to never-ever fall in love again? Looks like that’s in peril too…

 

        That's it for this week. Thank you so much for visiting and for reading. :-)