Six Sentence Sunday

309333_458000420924510_672583044_nHello once again, Readers!!! It appears as if my sister and I are in a fierce, roaring battle. Who do you think will win?? I have dibs on myself because, well, I am me and I know that I am louder. And more cunning…even though that has nothing to do with roaring…

Okay…so we were just taking a bunch of silly photos while playing a board game. It’s what we do. We’re weird like that. But in my defense…TV can be boring and there haven’t been any good scary movies out lately (I’ve seen almost every one that’s out, so I know).We had to think of something to do.

And yes, this is what we came up with lol.

But I digress.

It’s been a while since I have partaken in Six Sentence Sunday. You already know why from my previous posts. Holidays and NaNo and *cough* pure laziness. Needless to say, I am excited to share six sentences from Embracing the Flames!!! I spoke to my publisher last night about the cover and what I had in mind, so I’m waiting to hear her ideas. She said we will have one by the end of the month. Woot!

I seriously can’t wait to see it!

Any who, without further adieu….shall we?

“I thought you were helping Astral,” I said stiffly.

“I was, but then I heard you say my name,” he answered with a cocky grin.

“How did you hear that from over there?”

He almost smiled. “I will always hear what you have to say, Rory. It’s one of the perks of you being part dragon.”

“Wait-what?” I coughed, confusion coloring my tone.

He brushed my hair behind my ears, his eyes burning with love. My mind went a bit dizzy.

“I read it in a book. Dragons take one mate for life-a soul mate of sorts.” He began to walk around me. “Whether you like it or not,” he said over my shoulder, his breath warming the skin of my neck, “you have already chosen me.”

Again with breaking the rules!!!! I know, I know. This is like 14 sentences. But I had to…it’s one of my favorite moments between Aurora and Fenn. Basically, Aurora is upset about a tiff between them both and says his name under her breath. When he appears at her door, asking her what she wants, she is baffled that he heard her. She hasn’t yet learned all of her capabilities that come with being a dragon. But since he’s had so much time in this realm, he’s read up on dragons. Thusly, his explanation about how she just can’t resist him-even when she’s mad.

So what’d ya think?

Now to leave you with a question: What’s for dinner? I stewed chicken with a side of noodles. Yum.

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Echelon out ♥

Six Sentence Sunday

Hello once again Readers!! How was your night? Mine was disturbed by a new story idea. Don’t you hate it when that happens? You’re about to drift off into the peaceful abyss of sleep and then someone pops up in your mind. A stranger with a story that must be told. It’s a good thing I keep a notebook next to my bed, because I was really dreading having to get up and walk all the way across the house just to write this person down.

Her name is Clarissa (not sure why yet). I wrote her opening down and tucked myself back into bed. Of course I had to explain to her that there are two other characters in front of her, waiting impatiently for their stories to be told (Aurora and my next project, Ella). She shrugged dismissively and left me to sleep.

But I digress.

So I’ve made it on time today with the Six Sentence Sunday post. Shocking…I know. But hey, there’s a first for everything. I figured I’d share six sentences from Born in Flames since I have yet to do that.

I know…shocking lol.

Shall we?

I was about to yank my arm from her when she suddenly sucked in a hissing breath. I turned to see where she was looking as the room muted and everyone froze, heads pointing to the floor. The air was thick and pungent with fear.

There he was.

My breath caught as my heart slammed against my chest. I couldn’t take my eyes off him and felt a weird pulling sensation towards him. I knew him somehow. Zordon.

Okay, so maybe that was eight sentences…:)

Any who, the “her” Aurora was going to yank her arm from was Eve, the psychic she visits, just so you know. Basically, this is the first time Aurora see’s her arch-enemy Zordon and it’s inside a vision from The Fates that Eve was instructed to help her see. This was inevitably to help her understand her past and who she is. Fun stuff.

So that’s all folks. I know, it’s a really short post today, but it is Sunday after all. I didn’t get as much writing as I would’ve liked to last night, so I think I’m going to do that. Who cares about chores?

Now to leave you with a question: What is your favorite color? Describe it rather than just saying it.

Here’s mine: Swimming towards the surface, just as the rays of light pierce through the crystal clear water in a shimmer of hope, my favorite color emerges through the blending of water and light, offering the pleasure of that first breath that is sure to come: teal blue.

Echelon out ♥

Excerpt From Born in Flames

Hello once again Readers!! How was your night? Mine was full of tossing and turning…in a good way though. I was so pumped full of excitement and hope.

But I’ve got my Red Bull on hand and the Phillip Phillips CD from the last season of American Idol blaring (thank you bestie).

But I digress.

The next thing on my agenda as a newly published author (eek!) is to post an excerpt from my novel, Born in Flames. I chose to go with the second chapter since the first is already available for viewing as a sample.

Hope you enjoy!

Excerpt from Chapter 2

We took the local bus to and from everywhere in town. It was the perfect means of transportation for us. A car would have been nice, but we were fostered, working on minimum wage and living in a small town. We couldn’t really hold our expectations too high. The town was small enough that the commute only lasted between twenty and thirty minutes.

It beat walking.

We reached the bus stop underneath the clear morning sky and I slumped into the far end of the bench, trying to ignore the fidgety man waiting next to me. He clutched an old faded denim backpack to his chest in a death grip. Sheesh, I thought. I pulled my tattered baseball cap out of my purse and pushed my hair inside it. I liked to keep my hair tucked away when I was in the general public since it was ruby red and stood out against my pale skin. It helped lessen the curious stares.

I noticed the man next to me, side-eyeing me through my peripheral vision. He had blotchy skin, and smelled of rubbing alcohol. A tuft of milky-white hair sat atop his head and swayed in the breeze. I wondered if the breeze picked up, would the feathery tuft float away like the seeds of a dandelion?

Fenn looked back at the two of us. He shook his head, suppressing a chuckle as he watched the fidgety man squirm next to me. Strange things always seemed to occur around me. This creep was proof of that.

The guy cleared his throat and straightened his back, tightening his grip on the pack, knuckles paling from skin stretched thin. There must be something important inside there.

Fenn casually backed up a couple of steps to be closer to me, whistling and keeping his hands in his pocket, ever the silent protector. It was a job he had always done well. Living on this island, the locals found it hard to adjust to the trouble I unintentionally brought.

I’ve kind of been responsible for a few accidental fires (started by my thoughts though I never told anyone except Fenn). The fires have only started when I felt angry, but things have definitely exploded into flames around me—things like a bookshelf in a library that took a while to douse out.

Now the town simply looked at me as a freak of sorts, some religious people even crossing themselves because they believed I could actually hurt them.

So yeah, Fenn was always there to defend me. Just in case.

I glanced at my watch, thinking the bus should be here any minute and that I’d be glad to get away from this freak next to me. His constant squirming didn’t sit well with me.

Then I heard the awful screeching of the brakes as the bus came barreling into view a few seconds later. The front wheel plowed over the curb before it came to a thud on the street. The exhaust made a wheezy sound, probably fatigued from the driver’s mistreatment, and the hinges squealed as the old doors swung open, inviting us in.

I have told the driver many times that he should probably get the brakes changed, but he always just looked at me and laughed in an idiotic way. Sort of a mix between a cackling witch and a hyena. Visions of sticking my foot in his mouth always came to mind. If only I could set this bus on fire, but then I guess I’d be out of transportation.

“Hit any tourists today?” I asked casually as I stepped onto the bus. His usual smirk instantly pointed south. I kept moving, not giving him a chance to respond, as I pulled my hat down as low as it could go and took my seat near the back. The creepy guy from the bench took a seat directly across from me, continuing to side-eye me.

“Great,” I mumbled.

Fenn slid in next to me, and the doors swung shut. The driver pulled out, never checking traffic to ensure the road was clear. All I can say is that we haven’t been in an accident yet… and I stress the yet.

We rode in silence for a while as the powerful hum of the engine sang a poor man’s lullaby. I could still feel the creepy guy’s burning gaze on the side of my face. What is with this guy, I thought. I was tempted to say something, but a large pothole stopped me.

Everything went flying, including Fenn’s coffee. Of course it decided to find a dry place to land on, like my shirt. Agitated chatter began as everyone reached for the items that had flown from their laps into the aisle.

“Dang it,” I groaned, trying to blot the lukewarm wetness off my white shirt now stained coffee brown. I’d have to change into a new shirt when I got to work. Another small dent in my paycheck.

“Sorry,” Fenn said, picking his music player up off the floor. “He’s such a douche. When you gonna learn to stop egging him on? You know he did that on purpose.” The bus driver’s demonic smile peered at me through the rear view mirror. I exhaled sharply, glaring back at him.

A sparkle caught the corner of my eye. In the aisle sat a pendant, right next to the creepy guy’s bookbag. He was rubbing his head, probably from smacking it against the window, not paying attention. I leaned over to grab it, arousing his awareness.

Our heads collided on the way down, but my hands were the quickest of the pair. As my fingers touched the pendant, an instantaneous flash of a clearing under an unusually large full moon ran through my mind along with a haunting pair of glowing blue eyes. Then a rush of power, tingling like electricity, spiked up my arm, throwing me backwards and into Fenn’s lap with a blast of light. The pendant was seared into my grip, the energy still coursing up my arm and throughout my body.

“Rory, are you okay?” Fenn asked immediately, his worried hands running all over me, checking for any sign of damage.

I looked up at him and said, “Fenn, I’m fi–,” but was cut off by the frightened look upon his face. “What?” I asked hesitantly.

“Your eyes, Rory…wait…is that blood?” he asked, panicked. His thumbs pulled at my lower lids as his eyes widened in horror.

“Wha-what?” I stammered, feeling my own panic rise as I pulled my phone out of my pocket and held it up to my face to see my reflection.

My irises were ruby red like my hair. They glistened as they caught the sun’s light. I moved to touch them but felt a foreign hand on my shoulder stop me.

“The pendant, girl, give me the pendant,” said the creepy man, loud enough for only me to hear.

A low growl built deep within, the pendant warming in my hand as if awakening something in me that had always been there.

“Why do YOU have this?” I gritted through clenched teeth. Something foreign stirred inside me, overtaking my reasoning. Something powerful that longed to break free.

He yanked the pendant from my hand and then placed his hand and face mere inches from my own, a white glow radiating from his palm.

“Silly girl, the bus is no place for your change,” he said in a whisper as the blinding glow encompassed my face. I felt the heat kiss my eyes and then it all disappeared.

“Stop it,” Fenn commanded, pulling me into him as he shoved the creepy guy off. I shook my head, dizzy from the cloudiness that instantly fogged my brain. Fenn squeezed my shoulder.

“Your eyes…they’re, they’re normal, but how?” Fenn’s concerned face made me turn towards the man who was still staring directly at me, etching this weird moment deep inside my brain. “What did he just do?” whispered Fenn.

My cheeks ran red as I held my gaze with the creep, ignoring the onlookers and their curious stares, and asked, “What did you mean by ‘change’?”

The answer never came. He continued to stare a minute more until the screeching brakes told us we had made it to the next stop. Still staring at me, he grabbed his bag and shoved the pendant inside it, once again clutching it to his chest. He headed off the bus, the white glow on his hand touching each of the passengers as he walked by. Their heads slumped over as the white glow enshrouded them, and then they each shook their heads, dazed, as if trying to remember where they were.

“Did that really just happen?” Fenn asked, muddled.

I blinked, my mind going blank. I wish I could have answered him, but I had no idea what had just happened. My head was still foggy and aching.

“Maybe it was just another strange occurrence?” I suggested, skeptical. I faced him with a forced smile.

“What’d he whisper to you?” His hands were still bracing my shoulders.

“Something about a change…I don’t know…it was hard to make out because he was talking so low. Weird, right?”

“Weird is definitely right.” His eyebrows knit together, forming a perfect V. “I should follow him and demand an answer.” Anger flashed in his eyes. I felt him move like he was about to follow through with that plan so I placed my hand on his chest.

“No, it won’t do any good now. He’ll be long gone. Let’s just forget it, okay? Pretend it never happened and focus on finding my parents.” I searched his eyes, waiting for his usual give.

He sighed heavily. “Yeah, you’re right. I’m just glad you’re okay,” he replied, putting his earphones back in and then after a brief smile, turning back to the window.

We still had three more stops to go. Three more chances for me to get a grip on myself before I had to face a restaurant full of curious faces. I sighed and leaned back, putting in my own earphones. I closed my eyes and tried to let what just happened slip away. No use trying to decipher it, I would get nowhere like always. I just knew that finding my birth parents would resolve so many questions. Unfortunately, the beginning of that search was still paychecks away from happening.

 

And scene.

So the obvious question I will leave you with is: What’d ya think?

That being said, Echelon out ♥

 

Six…no wait…Eight Sentence Sunday!

Hello once again Readers!!! What’s that? Yes, you’re absolutely right! That is a painting I just did for my mother’s birthday. If you can’t guess, it’s a whimsical take on dandelions. Ahhhh…

But I digress.

I’m breaking the rules on this lovely, wet Sunday and adding an extra TWO sentence to Six Sentence Sunday. Ah well, let’s just hope I don’t get struck down by the Writing Gods.

So let me not waste your precious time and get to the goodies. You will now behold another eight sentences from Embracing the Flames-my current WIP.

I didn’t need to open my eyes to know that he was nearby. That gift was a part of the curse that bound us together. I could feel his taint prickling along my skin, evoking a shudder as I pushed myself up to sit.

My eyes instantly watered over as the paralyzing pain of my wound shot throughout me. My blood was everywhere. I stumbled forward, swallowing the bile that threatened to release and dragged myself across the orange clay. My vision wavered, only adding to the nausea that brought me to my knees.

But if I wanted to survive, I needed to keep moving.

And scene.

So for this particular blip, Aurora has been ported to where Zordon is due to a certain connection they have. (You must read to find out how and why they are connected). When she awakes, she instantly knows the danger she is in. She has already been wounded by a Necromancer before she ported which has made her weak. Zordon is avidly seeking her out and placed a bounty on her head. If he sees her, he will surely kill her. And just as she feels him without seeing him, he feels her presence as well.

These are my absolute favorite scenes to write. The novels are set in first-person so the connection between them allows me to write Zordon’s perspective, which in turn, shows the darker side of Aurora. These rare moments where they come face to face are all key elements to the bigger picture-the third and last novel to the trilogy. Hopefully I will be finished with the edits to Embracing the Flames soon so I can start writing the third. Eeek!

Now to leave you with a question: Have you ever been in a sticky situation that you knew was nearly impossible to get out of it? If so, how did you manage to get away? (This can be a fictional answer too. Sometimes it’s fun to pretend. ;))

As always, stay thirsty my friends…wait…that’s a certain commercial’s line, oh well…Echelon out ♥

My first nomination!!!

Hello once again Readers!!!!

 So how was your Father’s Day weekend? Our’s was pretty relaxing. I made a breakfasty feast for my husband yesterday, which was delicious, and then we went to lunch with my mother and grandmother. The sun was out and the breeze was slight, normal for Florida weather. My two kiddies enjoyed their time with their dad and I enjoyed his smile. He spent the majority of the day smiling, so I feel my mission to make him feel appreciated was fully accomplished.

For some other happy news…I was tagged for the Lucky 7 MeMe Award by a fellow blogger and writer Michelle Proulx. Check out her blog, she’s really funny.  I never thought I’d be nominated for anything, especially my blog, but I guess it’s my lucky day. So what does this mean? Well, for me it means a heaping ball of excitement because it’s gives me a reason to share a blip of my WIP, Embracing the Flames, the second book to my Trilogy. Yay!

First off, here are the rules:

  1. Go to the 7th or 77th page of your Work in progress.
  2. Go to the 7th line of the page.
  3. Copy the next 7 sentences or paragraphs. Remember, they must be as they are typed.
  4. Tag 7 authors.
  5. Let them know they’re it!

Okay, so since it’s the Lucky 7, I will choose page seven. This is actually from the chapter that I just added for Aurora’s magic and shifting training. The 7th line in, is when Aurora is in the midst of a fight scene with Fenn, both of them practicing their new skills. Aurora is having trouble controlling her dragon side and has found herself not only battling with Fenn, but with her self-control as well. Here goes nothing:

     The dragon spirit in me pushed forward, refusing to take anymore of this beating. No! I said internally, trying everything I could to remain in control. The confines of the artificial whirlwind had finally died down. I felt Astral’s strength pouring into me, waiting for me to tap into, but I refused. I was going to do this on my own or else. Fenn released me from the silencing spell, so I swooped down, grazing his face with the claws of my feet. “Protectio!” I shouted as a bubble of protection surrounded me.

Those are the seven sentence starting at the seventh line. Still a WIP, but everyday I grow closer to being finished. Now for the next rule. To tag or not to tag. I’m still new to following other’s blogs, so I have to actually search a few in order to find seven that I don’t know and who hasn’t been nominated (to my knowledge) yet. Here are the seven I chose:

1. http://olshepp.wordpress.com/ - Check her out.

2.http://zencherry.wordpress.com/ - Pretty awesome.

3.http://susanmacatee.wordpress.com/ - if you like reading romance novels.

4.http://mobyjoecafe.com/- made me laugh.

5.http://journeytoatlantis.wordpress.com/ - a fellow fantasy lover.

6.http://verado.wordpress.com/ - Just because she loves 30 Seconds to Mars too!

And finally,

7.http://drinkteaanddream.wordpress.com/ - interesting.

Okay so I’ve done it. Phew. Now I must take the kiddos for a walk. I’ve dedicated the past two hours to searching for others to nominate. I am tired. Fresh air screams my name! Then onto editing my second novel. What did you think about my excerpt? Boring? Interesting? Indulge me in your thoughts :)

Echelon out ♥