Vignettes by Luke, Mary Catelli and ‘Nother Mike and Book Promo

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Book Promo

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FROM AMANDA S. GREEN:  Nocturnal Revelations (Nocturnal Lives Book 6)

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As a cop, Mackenzie Santos knows every shift might be her last. That was driven home two years ago when Samuel Wilcox came much too close to killing her. She still had nightmares of waking in the morgue. But that was nothing compared to leaning she is descended from one of the oldest and most powerful shapeshifter bloodlines. Until the night she “died”, she always believed shapeshifters and werewolves were the thing of bad Hollywood movies.

Now she knows differently. Monsters really do walk among us. Some are human. Some are shifter. . . And one wants her dead.

Worse, so much worse, whoever it is wants to reveal the existence of shapeshifters to the humans. He–or she–doesn’t care about the consequences. Somehow Mac and those who know her secret must discover who their enemy is and stop them before it is too late. But can Mac do that and stay alive?

FROM JASON FUESTING (Who, when he started this series asked me if I felt he was trespassing too close to my USAians and was told we need more people hitting that zone.):  By Dawn’s Early Light (Echoes of Liberty Book 1.

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Eric Friedrich was supervising the last ice harvesting shift for his ship’s shot-up environmental systems when they detected an anomalous ice comet drifting by. Investigating the icy tomb, Eric finds a ship that couldn’t exist- a relic from a nation the Protectorate killed billions to erase from history. .. And will kill even more to keep secret.

When his world explodes, Eric must make allies in the unlikeliest places, and seize even the slimmest chance of survival while unraveling a conspiracy that shattered planets and set off interstellar war!

 

Vignettes by Luke, Mary Catelli and ‘Nother Mike

So what’s a vignette? You might know them as flash fiction, or even just sketches. We will provide a prompt each Sunday that you can use directly (including it in your work) or just as an inspiration. You, in turn, will write about 50 words (yes, we are going for short shorts! Not even a Drabble 100 words, just half that!). Then post it! For an additional challenge, you can aim to make it exactly 50 words, if you like.

We recommend that if you have an original vignette, you post that as a new reply. If you are commenting on someone’s vignette, then post that as a reply to the vignette. Comments — this is writing practice, so comments should be aimed at helping someone be a better writer, not at crushing them. And since these are likely to be drafts, don’t jump up and down too hard on typos and grammar.

If you have questions, feel free to ask.

Your writing prompt this week is: blue

23 responses to “Vignettes by Luke, Mary Catelli and ‘Nother Mike and Book Promo

  1. Paul (Drak Bibliophile) Howard

    The Adams twins fought to keep the villain called “Jim Crow” away from the black town.

    While they had the powers of their famous father, being young teens they couldn’t match their father’s power let alone Jim Crow.

    Then a gateway opened and a large blue-skinned man were only white pants and a strange white hat appeared.

    He easily defeated Jim Crow and when the twins asked his name, he only said “Call me Giant Smurf”.

    ::OK, Giant Smurf wouldn’t really appear in my superhero universe.:: 😀

  2. I am the blue of grief and departed love, I am the blue of the deep sea. I am the blue of sapphire. I am the blue of the sky. I am the blue of an electric discharge, and the blue of thunder. Love me or fear me, I am blue.

  3. The Smurfs aren’t my favorite face, but I’ll claim them. Aladdin’s genie is more my style.

  4. Donald Stephens

    The computers found Beta Centauri right away. It was further away here than it was from Earth, but the triple B1 was the most distinctive object in the region, and it was almost exactly where it was predicted to be.

    Shaun relaxed, just a bit. Wild Barton jump-pairs weren’t unknown, but it looked like this one had dropped him near the M2/M6 close binary that was his intended target. He wondered why that hadn’t been the first match, but another beep from the console announced the identification of the target stars, and he snorted in amusement. The M6 was flaring, which had confused the filters for a couple of seconds.

  5. It was an anachronism so old that no one knew it’s source. And now, now I knew and there was no one to tell, no one to pass that knowledge to. It would die with me, here, fallen to the bottom of a gravity well, dragged from the escape pod with the last of my strength, bleeding the last of my life into the ground as I gazed upward at the novelty of light refracted by an atmosphere, the blue screen of death.

  6. Note: I beta-read Jason’s By Dawn’s Early Light, and it’s good.

  7. I’m just sitting here, quietly smirking while I blue my fuses.

  8. It was an old motorcycle, blue with white accents, chrome piping, and swoopy skirted fenders straight out of the Art Deco era.

    “I’ve never seen a bike like that before.”

    “Nineteen-Forty Indian Four with the factory sidecar.”

    “Where did you find this?!”

    “In a junkyard.”

    “A junkyard?! Who’d throw it in a junkyard looking like that?!”

    Crockett laughed.

    “It didn’t look like that when I found it.”

    “You restored it?”

    “Yep. Did most of the mechanical work myself. Had to get help for the paint and chrome.”

    “It’s beautiful!”

    “Thanks. Yeah, they don’t make ’em like that anymore. Want to go for a ride?”

    “Are you kidding? Is water wet?

    • I’m assuming this isn’t news to you, but others might enjoy the movie.

      per Wikipedia:
      The World’s Fastest Indian is a 2005 New Zealand biographical sports drama film based on the Invercargill, New Zealand, speed bike racer Burt Munro and his highly modified Indian Scout motorcycle. Munro set numerous land speed records for motorcycles with engines less than 1,000 cc at the Bonneville Salt Flats in Utah in the late 1950s and into the 1960s. The film stars Anthony Hopkins, and was produced, written and directed by Roger Donaldson.

      • I’ve heard of the film, but tbh sports films aren’t really my thing. OTOH, I love motor vehicles, so maybe…

        TBH, that vig was inspired by me binge-watching most of the motorcycles featured on the Jay Leno’s Garage YouTube whist sick as a dog late last week.

  9. “Need any help?”

    “Yes, please! Elle Poulet is having twins, one of each. I said I would wrap everyone’s baby shower gifts. You tie better bows than me.”

    “You’re too chicken to try. What do I need to do?”

    “Just add bows using ribbon on pink and cord on blue.”

    ******
    50 😉

  10. Cari wondered if something was wrong with her. The pale blue glow in the corner of the ancient drawing room: did no one else notice it? She rubbed her eyes. It was still there, vaguely human-shaped, about her size. But the other visitors and the tour guide seemed completely oblivious.

  11. “Language, ” said Albert, “determines far more how you perceive the universe than you might think.”
    “Really? I mean I can understand the idea that some ideas aren’t really explainable until the language exists to describe them, but actually alter perception?” I replied.
    “Yes, perception….Here, look at this color gradient, How many shades of blue do you see on it?” Albert pulled up a screen colored blue from a light to near black.
    “One, two, three…..fifteen.” I replied
    “And this one of green?”
    “Eight.”
    “The color variation is the same in both, both have 15 distinct color values, but you only saw 8 of the greens.”
    I looked puzzled as he went on.
    “If you had grown up in parts of Africa where they have more terms for green colors than blue, your perception would have been reversed, seeing more green shades then blue. Your language would have shaped how you see the colors, your perception altered by the language you think in.”

  12. Sonya walked in, a bewildered-looking fellow behind. “Boss, I did what you asked. Got some strange looks though. This guy hasn’t had sex in seventeen years.”

    When I stopped giggling, I said, “Sonya, Honey, this is a florist shop. I asked you to find a case of Blue *Bells*.

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