Tuesday, September 29, 2015

Tuesday Tales Heart of Glass

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! This week our group writes to the ominous sounding word- Glass.  From Heart Nectar, a new WIP for a new series please see my interpretation.

“I can’t wait for the day we actually use crystal instead of glass.”
“I know what you mean, I think.” Carolyn didn’t always understand Nixie’s perspective. Her best friend kept her on her toes in that department. It was probably a good thing, since Carolyn could sometimes be the hopeless romantic. Nixie kept her grounded.
“The day we’re all famous, and everyone wants our wines, like some of the finest Napa or Sonoma brands. I don’t mean I want to get rid of these.” Holding up an etched glass reading Heart Nectar on the side, with their unique artistic logo next to it. “Don’t worry, I won’t let you turn all uppity or anything. I’ll knock your ass back down to reality when you need it.”
“Thank you for your generosity. I knew I could count on you.” Trying to giggle was like swallowing cinnamon, nothing could make the nearly impossible happen the right way. Carolyn was too preoccupied to properly daisy chain thoughts together.
Reading her like a supermarket tabloid was another fine gift Nixie possessed. She smelled out the bullshit. “When you are you gonna stop being all coy and just tell me what happened with George?”
“I thought you’d give me at least until the afternoon before you started the interrogation.”  Stalling for more time, Carolyn could find very few words that made sense, even for her. “I haven’t analyzed the situation yet.”
“You’ve had an entire day and night to analyze. I know you didn’t sleep more than an hour at a time flipping and flopping with visions of doom and gloom mowing down the sheep you tried to count.” Holding a pretend machine gun, Nixie graphically portrayed her example.
“Dear God you’re morbid.”
“I’m more impatient than morbid, so spill your guts before I spill ‘em for ya.”

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Tuesday, September 22, 2015

Tuesday Tales- Not One for a Grim Heart

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! This week our group writes to the ominous sounding word- GRIM.  From Heart Nectar, a new WIP for a new series please see my interpretation.


Never had anything made his heart so grim. Could she really turn away, never seeing him again? George had to convince her otherwise. "You are a woman who feels deeply. You aren't skeptical, logical, or doubtful, instead you fight for the possibilities.  “I'd rather have someone like you in my life, then anyone without a sense of fantasy. Until now, I'd never really wanted to take the time to stop Charles. I'd always accepted him for the asshole he was.” His voice lowered, cracking in desperation. “Now that he hurt you, I couldn't stand for it to go on another day."

The darkness shadowed on Carolyn’s minor facial expressions. Yet, he could see everything from her soul. They should put everything behind them where the negative belonged.

"Unfortunately, I believe everything you say. The tone of your voice is way more meaningful than the words you're saying." Wringing her hands, Carolyn chewed her lip, revealing her anxiety.

Consequently, the more she revealed hidden insecurity, George became heated, the long-standing instinct to sweep her up and make her his simmered just beneath his skin. "I want another chance to kiss you. Will you wait to make up your mind until then?" He knew she'd come alive just as much as he did. When their mouth met the first time she tasted just as he'd imagined, an all-consuming combination of joy and passion, tinged with the sweetness of delicious bakery frosting.

Taking a small step backward, Carolyn's hesitance almost made George gasp. Wrapping her arms around her body, she retained a protective, defensive stance. Lifting her chin, Carolyn still shivered from the weight of their discussion. Valiantly, she attempted mustering strength neither one of them had. "Maybe I've had enough kissing men for a while. It always seems to get me in trouble."

"We can make it a good trouble." Slowly, with smaller steps than usual, George inched his way toward her quivering body. "I won't do anything you don't want. I'm not the kind to bully anyone into my wishes." Reaching forth his left hand, he ran a finger along one of her arms. Goosebumps quickly trailed behind his touch. Standing stock still, Carolyn averted her gaze away from his probing eyes. Suddenly, she noticed it. Not even the darkness could hide what the moonlight brightly illuminated. Why hadn't she noticed it before?

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Monday, September 7, 2015

Tuesday Tales, What a Gorgeous Moon

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! This week our group writes to the intensely striking photo of the moon. I think of harvest moon when I see such splendor. We only get 300 words to grab your attention and bring you into the world we're writing from.  From Steal My Heart, a new WIP for a new series.

“You’re one giant leap for me in a world full of my small steps.”
There’s no way she could ignore such a plea. He was as genuine as Charles was deceitful. Not cut from the same cloth, only sharing a few threads of DNA didn’t make this man the same conniving scum who’d invaded her home and body with such treachery. George exuded sorrow for actions he hadn’t even taken. Her fingers yearned to touch his hair, pulling him in closely, as if she’d never get another chance. “The moon is romanticizing your words.”
“Don’t blame anything on this setting, although it’s perfect.” The secluded winery nestled securely among vines much older than her twenty-something years on the planet. The antique atmosphere delighted a girlish sense of love sustained by the safety of countless others who’d shared the same gardens. Treading the same paths as thoughtful dreamers gave Carolyn permission to believe- To believe in all his eloquent words.
“Aren’t you angry with me, at least a little bit?”
“How could I be angry when he clearly tricked you? Our own mother was duped several times by his theatrics. Unfortunately, he learned at an early age to take advantage instead of being noble. I started feeling regret for him when I realized he would never have the capability. It’s hurtful that he isn’t even bothered by such trivial human conditions as feelings, emotions, or empathy. He broke my heart before I even knew of the love from a woman.”
“I still should’ve known it wasn’t you. Perhaps, I was wishful thinking, which still isn’t an excuse.” How could she voice aloud her shortcomings of rational thought? Basically, she admitted the possibility she took the man standing in front of her, without really knowing for sure.
“No, I’ll never believe that.”
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