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Next pages or whoa what a minute


As i said last time I am working on an illistrated story right now. Not quite a web comic in style but not like most illistrated books either. I now have a total of nine psges written up and illistrated. They need to be inked and colored before i post them in my deviantart page.

As it was sorting through my drawings i noticed that i have enough partially done drawings of dragons to do another story,..so who knows I might just start a series of these things.

Now here are some quick photos of the upcoming pages Not in any order…so if you want to read it you will need to go to my deviantArt page. Just look for suteko-williamson.

Okay only one more here but I am working on the inkung and  ore drawings. I promise this will be much better looking soon.

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Going to try something different

Usually over here I post about my up and coming projects. Short stories, novels and collections that I will be putting up for sake. We over the past few weeks the muses have been pushing for me to do different types of stories. The loudest has been pushing me to try doing an illstrated story with a much younger herione. Now i ave toyed with doing childrens stories before but well we all know my crazy muses held off. So today I have started a drawing and a little bit of an intro for a child. 

Now while i have that first page drawn, it is only in pencil so far. It needs cleaning up and being inked to mske it readable. Here is the first shot of what i hope will work out. As I said, very rough. She came out looking a bit old but believe it or not the image ichose to work from has those same features.

I will clean it up and repost a better image soon. So should i do this?:​

An excerpt from a new story idea

Yes folks I have been writing. As I have commented before I have had trouble working on one thing at a time and I have been bouncing between many bits and pieces over the past few weeks. Much of my notes have yet to be typed up but well these things happen. So how about I give you folks a new story idea? I have for years wanted to do a character who are born mute.

I am not saying she is deaf, because she is not. She simply has no voice with which to speak. She can see and hear but in a fantasy world how would one grow and what would you become if you could not speak? Could you do magic? Well here is the bit I have down now.

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Running on swift and silent feet through the dark streets, Rebecca darted down a side street and slowed. Those chasing her were fiercely loyal the their masters. They would do anything they could to wipe her from existence.

She was the last of her family and the last of her kind. At a full head shorter than the average woman, Rebecca looked like a girl just coming to womanhood. She kept her hair shorn close to her head. The dark curls were hidden under the same scarf that hid her dark skin. The invaders of her home were tall and pale-skinned with eyes that glowed red at all times. When they first came to the city the gate watch had thought they were just a new batch of the northerners come to trade furs for the scented wood of the Cinnabar trees. They were so very wrong.

She only needed to run a few more streets and she would finally be able to do finish. She would be able to do what they had started out to do. Whether it would work she wasn’t sure. She was alone now, all the others had fallen, but she had to try.

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This little bit is from a tale I have tentatively titled Muted Freedom. No she isn’t a princess or a warrior. She is something else. I plan on a cross between a priestess and a dancer. For that is how she speaks. She dances her devotion to her gods and to her people. No this tale is not making a comment about race. Yes the villain are pale skinned but they are not white in the traditional sense. They are the white of dead bones, not the healthy color of northerners.

Yes it is sad that I will have to make sure to clearly type that. But that is what authors do. We write. We write characters of many typs. And I will continue to write characters as I see them. No matter the current political correctness that people expect writers to do if they want to sell.

Goodbye May, Welcome June….some fun flash fiction for this warm day

it is June 1st, the sun is shinning, the music is playing and I thoght how about sharing some flash fictions of various lengths with you my loyal readers?

First a dribble..that is a short of only 50 words (not counting title of course)

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Gentle Morning

Water droplets glisten on the down turned petals of sapphire blue. The sun is cupped gently by one of those blossoms and I watch as it rises like a phoenix from the ashes. The sky, shades of umber, cinnabar and gold, slowly brightening once more as night becomes day again.

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Next drabble, those tales of exactly 100 words

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Let’s Play!

Let’s go out and play today, fun to be had on this summer day for everyone and everything. Whoops, it is raining out. Well that is okay. It might be raining, it might be cloudy, but I don’t care. I have my flower and the sun shines from deep inside of me. Come on everyone, lets go out and play. Bring your flowers and bring your smiles. For raindrops are just nature’s tears as she laughs at our bright antics today. Play with me my friends. Pick up your flower and play. Won’t you join me outside today and play?

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Now how about the shortest of the short? A hint fiction…these are only 25 words

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Summer dawn

Sun rising, shades of red, yellow and white, over the sea. Clouds scuttle off, as if burned by light. Awake my child from your dreams.

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A micro fiction runs between the length of a drabble and a dribble…and here you go

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Hiding in the Tomatoes

I slipped between the round green bulbs, seeking the coolness of the shade they cast. The summer has been hot and I am but a little frog. This place is safe from hunters and water is sprayed here on a schedule that intrigues me. The others sit by the drying ponds, gasping as the water they need to stay alive dries up. Me, I have found the perfect place to rest and to grow. Water, food and shade, what else could a frog ask for?

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And finally a quickie fiction. These generally come in over 100 words but under 500, enjoy

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Marcus, the Brave

Mother said I couldn’t do it, or was it shouldn’t do it? But I had to try, had to scurry out of the den she kept me in and feel the wind in my fur. Climbing the stalk was a bit scary, it swayed with each placement of my paw, but I made it. I am at the top. Below my paws are the seed pods that grandmother said were the sweetest and above me is the sky. There is no hawk, no owl, looming out of the cloudless sky to snag me from my perch. For this one glorious moment I am free of fear, free of doubt and free to be more than the mouse of my birth. I am Marcus, the Brave, the only mouse to climb the stalk and tell the tale.

A bit of a tease for what I am working on

Yup, I have really been working on things. Loralil has been telling me her tales again. She needs more to be told of course. I have so many tales to be told in her lifetime and I can honestly say that this is the only character where I have put together a time line. Here is a very very rough breakdown with the possible titles:

Time line for the Adventures of Loralil Greyfox

Early years

Endings   (published) (Saga of Loralil Greyfox)

Revenge   (published) (Saga of Loralil Greyfox)

A Fragile Peace (currently working on this two part tale, books tentatively titled Found and Broken)

New Hero

Birth of a Hero

Chance encounter

Adventuring partners (this will be a series of tales set with her long time partner)

Beginnings

It’s Just a Job

Death Comes in Many Forms

Bardic

A new Place

A New Voice

Master of Darkness

There are other bits that I plan on writing but these are tales that have been started. Now for the excerpt. This little bit is from when Loralil and her companions stop for the night in the city of Greymer:

“My stable boy tells me that you need the suite?” The innkeeper was a reedy looking man with a gap between his front teeth and an off white apron stretching over his round belly.

Karleen nodded. “Just for the night, my good innkeeper.”

The man looked over Karleen and then turned his attention to Loralil. “You are lucky. My girl is straightening it up as we speak. The one night will come with a meal in the common room for…fifteen silvers.”

Loralil opened her mouth to protest, but closed it quickly. Karleen had stepped up close to the innkeeper and thumped a finger against his chest. “That is pure robbery and you know it. You will take ten silvers and send up three trays with fresh food in an hour.”

Stuttering, the man took a step back and then looked over her shoulder and nodded. “Yes, mame. Please follow me.”

Loralil turned her head and nodded at Levy who lowered his hand. Sometimes a simple threatening move was all that was needed. While she would have just left the Sleeping Kelpie for a better and less expensive room, she understood not letting the man think he could gouge them on the price. Even ten silvers were too much for a place like this. As they followed the man up the stairs to the third floor she looked about. The inn was typical of its kind. Old, yet solid and at least on the surface clean. Being so close to the river there was a bit of mold in the corners where the maids had not quite scrubbed it clean.

“Here is the suite. I will send the girls up with your trays once you are settled in.” The man quickly turned and eased his way past Levy, trying to hide his fearful tremor.

Levy waited till the door shut before he let out a quiet laugh. “Damn me but that was fun.”

Karleen shook her head. “I had it handled, Levy. You didn’t need to frighten the man with your light show.”

“Yeah, well.” Levy looked about the room. While he had stayed in better rooms, he admitted that he had stayed in worse. The room they were standing in was ten feet by fifteen. There was a faded rag rug on the floor and matching curtains covering the window. The bed against the wall on the right was covered in a patchwork quilt and there was a chest between it and the open door on the left. Stepping toward that doorway he leaned in. “Looks like I better take this one. It is a single bed in there.”

Loralil silently put the bundles down and shrugged off her cloak. It mattered little to her if she slept on a bed or on the floor. She moved to look out the window to find it looked out on the river. The setting sun caused sparkles to run along the water and she could see smaller craft moving toward the docks. As the darkness started to take over she saw the less pleasant inhabitants of Greymer coming out. The Ratmen who worked as night porters, the bone and rag men and of course those who dealt in the less than legal.

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Simple scenes like this are a great way to build up the world you are writing in. I have moved much further along of course. This is the most recent bit I wrote. We never seem to see the results of all those sword fights in books. I put in this bit just because it was needed:

Loralil gasped and struggled upright, blankets tangling around her legs as she did so. Her hand flew to her thigh and the empty sheath there. It took a few moments before the roaring in her ears cleared enough for her to hear voices.

“Easy there, little dove. You are safe.”

She blinked repeatedly and let her hand go to her head. The sparkles in her vision told her she had a head injury. She had taken a few of them before and knew that if she moved slowly her vision and hearing would clear up. Licking her lips, she took a deep breath and then forced her tensed muscles to relax. As her vision cleared she saw Jark standing before her. The lithe swordsman held his empty hands before him, showing her he was unarmed. A wise thing to do considering.

Loralil darted her eyes about, spotted Harl kneeling to the side over her companions. She dashed over to them just as the big man gave the healer his hand to help her sit up. “Thank you for your help.” Karleen spoke softly and looked green around the gills as she rested a hand on her belly.

Loralil stopped her rush and dropped down onto one knee. She reached out and gripped the healer’s chin in her hand, turning the woman’s face toward her. Scanning the healer’s eyes, she nodded with relief before looking toward the still recumbent mage. “I’m all right, child. Just a bit nauseous from the drug.” When the Elf made to move toward the mage Karleen held up a hand to stop her. “He will be all right. I flushed the drugs out of him just a moment ago.”

When Loralil sank back onto her heels she noticed the various wounds she had sustained all clamoring for her attention. With a wince she closed her eyes for a moment. It had been a close one. If not for the two warriors Karleen and Levy would have been made slaves or killed outright. They had been cocky thinking that they could travel this place alone. No, she had been cocky. So sure that she could protect them and not caring if she, herself got injured in the process. Clenching her jaw, she started to breath heavily. A wave of mixed emotions was overwhelming her again. Anger and fear mixed with pain was making the world gray out again.

“Easy, little dove. Listen to my voice,” Jark soft in a soft and level voice at her side. “Breathe slowly, in and out, in and out.” He gestured for his brother to bring the kit they carried.

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Now i have to go through and decide just what my group will encounter between the Forest of Calyn and the Spine mountains. While this story is not flowing as easy as others have, it is a good book and the tales needs to be told.

How about some quickie fiction?

It has been a bit since I put up some of my shorter fiction for people to read. This weekend I wrote two quickie pieces. For those who don’t remember quickie fiction is fiction that is from 101 to 500 words. They are fun, fast tales that are really only one scene long.

The Writer’s Stuff group put up a couple of writers prompts using certain words to tell your tale or an image.  In the case of this week they did both. So here you go.

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The Golden Glow of Home

Standing below the skeleton tree I looked up at the golden glow coming from the window. It had been too long since I left her side, wandering the world in search of my destiny. So many miles of road beneath my feet, yet my path brought me back here, ending up in the place I had started.

It had been winter when I walked away, the world blanketed in soft white that reflected the glow from her window. She had sent me away, angry at my choices. I swore then I would never return. Spring had found me far away, yet my heart harked back to that window, longing curling in my belly for her sweet face.

I fought my way through summer, splashes of red staining the bright green that flowed across fields. Men and boys dying meant less to me than the home I could have had. The song of a single bird echoed with my memories of home.

Fall called me back, the dying of the colors bringing memories of times lost. Finally I came back to where I started, standing here working up the courage to climb those stairs and ask if I could come home.

(this was from a image)

The second one had to be about weather, extreme or just what was up while you were writing. So here is what I wrote:

Spring is late

The skies were a blanket of gray as the first of the springtime storms opened up. The cold white flakes dropped out of the sky slower than the harsh storms of winter. Bits of greenery managed to poke above the thin crust of dirty ice that covered the ground. Searching for that tiny white bellflower known as snowdrops, just one clump of them and spring would be heralded once more. The winter was harsh, colder than the five moons of Pluto. Could there be just one clump growing in the shade of an elder pine? Yes! The first sign of spring, never mind those robins.

and finally over on Google there is a group called Writer’s Write. They give prompts from time to time. Yesterday I found one that was interesting. You needed to write two sentences using champagne, blossoms, graveyard, February and turkey…so this is what i have:

The champagne colored blossoms placed around the graveyard stood out as wrong in February. Even weirder was the complete turkey dinner sitting in front of the one tomb.

Lots of writing prompts are to be found on the web. From Google and Facebook you will find the easiest ones but there are many writing groups out there. Hopefully I will find more.