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

Book Promo

*Note these are books sent to us by readers/frequenters of this blog.  Our bringing them to your attention does not imply that we’ve read them and/or endorse them, unless we specifically say so.  As with all such purchases, we recommend you download a sample and make sure it’s to your taste.  If you wish to send us books for next week’s promo, please email to bookpimping at outlook dot com. If you feel a need to re-promo the same book do so no more than once every six months. One book per author per week. Amazon links only.-SAH*

FROM MONALISA FOSTER:  Ravages of Honor.


Riveting characters in a gripping tale of interstellar intrigue, love, and impossible choices.

With one act of defiance, Syteria holds the fate of two empires in her hands, but she does not know it.
A stranger in a strange land, she must survive, adapt, thrive.
Only then can she free herself. Only then can her sacrifice and rebellion bear fruit.
An epic story about the price of honor, power, and freedom.

FROM MARY CATELLI:  Queen Shulamith’s Ball.


A ball, a ball, Queen Shulamith would hold a ball. . . .

In the magical city that all kingdoms can reach, and none can conquer, filled with kings and queens, intrigues and wonders, that the reclusive queen would stage a ball was a marvel among marvels.

It will mean much to many: a young woman newly arrived in the city; a woman and a bear who dance on the street; two small orphans sent to the house of their great-great-grandfather; soldiers staging an invasion; and a queen securing her position.

KEVIN TRAINOR, JR:  The Anti-Dog Tank And Other Stories.


Five stories about life in the America of the future: during a new Civil War, societal collapse, and a different kind of alien invasion.

FROM J. F. HOLMES AND OTHERS:  ORIGINS: A Joint Task Force 13 Anthology (JTF 13 Book 1).


The debut book of the hot new military science fiction series, Joint Task Force 13.

There is a thin wall between our world and that of the Fae and, during times of war, it is easily stepped through. The passions and emotions stirred by violence and combat bleed over, and the supernatural often awake from long slumber to meddle in mortal affairs. Then also, there are the humans who purposely force that wall down seeking glory and power.
Either way, there have always been those among us who have been willing to meet the supernatural threat with cold steel, burning hearts and grim determination. In modern America, they are the men and women of Joint Task Force 13, those who have proven they have the metal to confront soul blasting otherness on the battlefield. This unit, this organization, though, has been intertwined with our country since its birth. The name changes, but they are always there, ready to answer the call. Unknown, seeking no glory, asking no reward. They hold the line …

Marines, soldiers, sailors and airmen take on the forces of the Supernatural, defending America’s military from the things that come from a deeper darkness than the night. Six tales from the past and present as they meet the supernatural with hot lead and cold steel, in the debut of the new series, JOINT TASK FORCE 13.

FROM JERRY BOYD:  Whammo Ranch (Bob and Nikki Book 2).


A saucer comes in damaged, with sick people aboard. A deadly plague threatens Earth. Can Bob and his crew save the day? Will Bob’s good nature cost him his life?
Julie’s boss wants to retire. Can she handle running the restaurant? Can Bob find her the help she needs?
Dee has come down with a terrible case of pedestrianism. Can Bob and the boys find the cure? Will she drive again?



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: burly


43 thoughts on “Vignettes by Luke, Mary Catelli and ‘Nother Mike and Book Promo

  1. “You’re a Titan Type Ultra? You’re a bean-pole. I thought super-strong types were big & burly?”

    “There you go stereotyping people”.

  2. “You can tell the guards from the adventurers easily enough,” said Florio. “The guards are more burly. The thing is, that muscle isn’t much good in a fight. It’s to make them look more dangerous and stop the fight.”
    “Never was a dragon who cared,” said Marian. “Or a goblin.”

  3. Hank worked alone, but if anyone had been there in his work shed to see him, they’d have noticed his strong, blunt, and scarred hands as they moved over pieces of iron machinery, adjusting a knob here and a fitting there, spinning the spindle and examining it closely for any wobble. The care he takes is in contrast to the size of the apparatus and the apparent simplicity of the moving parts. Satisfied, he shuffles out of the shed only to return a moment later with a lumpy block in his arms, wider in every direction than his shoulders. His arms strain with the load but he doesn’t drop it with a thump but sets it down with the utmost care in the middle part of the apparatus. He steps back to consider it and then lifts it again and rotates it, sets it down, and then nods. With a smile he measures and then drills holes for bolts to attach the ancient oak burl to the spindle. The bowl when he completes it will be nearly two feet wide. It will be magnificent.

  4. “You have made good progress with your bowl turning in a remarkably short time. You’ve got plain hardwoods down flat, and your laminated-blank pieces are coming right along, I suspect you’re a natural, I’m convinced it’s time for you to take up a new challenge. I’m thinking burly Maple.”

    1. Veeery Interesting . . . Two great (well, in my case, perhaps mediocre) minds with near identical thoughts at almost the same time (see the time stamps). And a two-foot diameter Oak burl bowl *would* be magnificent!

      But mine’s 50 words, neener neener. 😀

  5. “Good Heavens! THAT is to be your routine? Yeesh! Those jokes were old when the dinosaurs roamed the earth. Just where, dare I ask, did you find such ancient, third-hand or worse material?”

    “From a classic comedian, of course. A national treasure, if records can be believed.”


    “Uncle Milty.”

      1. didn’t see those until after seeing him in Ratt vids on MTV, though I did know his shtick from other shows, so even then it was “Hey look Uncle Milty is in a rock music video!”

      2. didn’t see those until after seeing him in Ratt vids on MTV, though I did know his shtick from other shows, so even then it was “Hey look Uncle Milty is in a rock music video!”

  6. Aidan blinked like an owlet against the snow. They sent bloodkind out to adventure to kill them, and they had succeed with him.
    Robert’s oath was muffled, but he stepped forward and swept Aidan to his shoulders with an ease that surprised Aidan despite having seen how burly he was.

  7. Minette studied the surface of the table. All those burls and twists to the wood.
    “It looks like growing where it was very windy,” she said, “but how did it get to be so large?”
    She doubted that fifty people would find it difficult to sit at it, with dishes.

    1. Somehow, I initially read this as if the table had grown as a table. It’s actually a tabletop made from a single piece of wood… right?

      BTW, I have some of your stuff already lined up as a treat for when I finish tasks X, Y, Z, and possibly Q. I should probably snag some of the paperbacks against the day the little one wants to share, although doubtless I will also eventually want to pack her a (suitably curated) e-reader of her own — on the one hand, you have to keep it charged, but on the other hand, so much less bulky than a whole totebag full of books for travel….

  8. Jenny sighed as she contemplated the small bowl in her hands. It was probably the most beautiful piece she had turned to date, with its subtle calabash form and soft glowing finish. She wanted so much to keep it, but a friend had offered a very generous amount for it, and she could really use the money.

    Carefully wrapping the precious piece for shipping, she murmured a silent “Thank you” to the unknown woodturner who had donated such a gorgeous chunk of burly bigleaf maple to the club raffle.

    Note: The vignette is fantasy, but the bowl is real, 😉

  9. I hope I didn’t break any rules posting the picture? I was trying to just put in a clickable link to the bowl. *sigh* How does one do that? I seeked, but did not find.

      1. That worked for a minute – then the stopped it – guess they don’t want their links embedded in other site’s pages…

        1. Timothy, thanks for trying! I have that site set to block hot-links, so neither one will work. That is why I was trying for a clickable link, which WILL work. If you right-click on the icon and open link in a new tab, it will show up. The one I posted first is preferred as it is a .jpg and smaller, plus a more direct path.

          Can someone explain how to post just the link and not have it try to open automagically? Which is what it did when I first posted it because I was on the ISP that isn’t blocked so it looked okay to me. 😉

        2. Sorry. You have to actually right-click and COPY Link Location, then paste into a tab to make it work. AMHIKT now. 😉

  10. She looked at the photographs, eyeing the powers with care.
    “Are the burly ones those that did not get strength as a power?” she said.
    Gregor blinked. Then he said, “Any power can grow muscular and stronger with work-outs, but you should see the weights for those with strength powers.”

  11. Mage-smith Matram did not give the impression of ‘burly’. Kraonians would use the word banathoc – cut-stone – instead, for he wasn’t tall, or broad in the shoulders, but he didn’t have a thin place on him, not arms, legs, or middle, and little of it was fat. He’d also acquired a thoughtful cast to his face over all the years he’d been dealing with mages and their drums.

  12. Zoe stared in shock at what was left of the mountain. The burly mage strode out of the dust cloud.
    “There. Fixed it for you,” he said, slapping his hands against his thighs to get the dust off.
    “Ummm…thanks? Can I ask…what exactly did you do?” She was still staring at the dust cloud that used to be a ten-story building.
    “Well, you said it was possessed, so I fixed it for you.” He grinned at her.

  13. The whole room went silent. Tara looked up at the man standing in the doorway, filling the whole aperture. No, he wasn’t fat, just big. Tall, thick-necked and broad-shouldered, but not to the point of getting muscle-bound.

    “Mr. Baylor.” He didn’t shout, but his voice filled the room and left no doubt he meant business.

    One of the Sheps got up. A quick exchange in low voices, and the Shep followed him back out.

    When conversation resumed, it was at a notably lower level. Tara resolved to find out just who that individual was, and what department he ran. She had no desire to run afoul of him, especially given that too much inquiry into her identity could become awkward.

  14. They’d guzzled enough ale that teasing the burly warrior for having no sword seemed like a good idea. Winding up on the floor was unexpected, and a bit sobering.

    He glared down until satisfied that the fight was out of them, then flexed his huge arms and growled, “Swords break. Axes, not so much. And, new axe handle, lots cheaper than a new sword.”

    He turned his attention back to his mug, and they returned to theirs.

  15. I followed him from church. Maybe he was a pious man until That Woman snared him, eternally damn her bloody hands. _He_ was still wavering. I followed him; he met those dreadful women. “When the hurly-burly’s done.” As if it were just a market crowd, but _he_ smiled.

  16. A few years ago, I knew where to send book promo information for inclusion here. I can’t find it, anymore. Could someone provide that information to me? I’ve got a new book releasing in a few days. If you’d rather not post an email address in the comments, feel free to email henry dot vogel at gmail dot com.


    1. ahem. The post header.

      *Note these are books sent to us by readers/frequenters of this blog. Our bringing them to your attention does not imply that we’ve read them and/or endorse them, unless we specifically say so. As with all such purchases, we recommend you download a sample and make sure it’s to your taste. If you wish to send us books for next week’s promo, please email to bookpimping at outlook dot com. If you feel a need to re-promo the same book do so no more than once every six months. One book per author per week. Amazon links only.-SAH*

      1. Sadly, I not only saw the header, I skimmed it for exactly what I missed – the embedded email address. Life lessons: 1) Don’t skim, and 2) Especially don’t post silly questions you could have answered for yourself by obeying lesson 1.

  17. “Gwendolyn, what is the meaning of this?” yelled Nigel Slim-Howland, pointing to the hulking, confused NFL lineman in his living room.

    “Sir,” said the maid, “did you not request I should bring you some burly?”

    Nigel produced a calabash from his smoking jacket. “Burley!” he said. “Burley tobacco from Kentucky!”

  18. Mili and the other girls stood at the roadside, showering the returning soldiers with flowers and gifts of sweets. Mili was shocked when a huge, handsome swordsman accepted her proffered daisy, kissed it gently, and returned it with a sad smile.

    Poor Mili’s only possible reaction was a dazed sigh.

  19. “I thought he only sang in cheesy old Christmas specials??” she said with an astonished.
    “Ma’am, Burl Ives voice was a national treasure, and if he was cheese, it would be a perfectly aged Parmigiano.” He replied.

  20. “How do you say ‘burly’ in Russian?”
    “Yandex says that is ‘portly’.”
    “What’s the difference?”
    A quick internet search of “burly vs portly men”
    “Wait a second, I need to call support.”

    “Hi, my browsing logs have some not-safe-for-work results. Sorry. I was trying to find pictures that defined ‘burly’ to get the Russian word. In retrospect, I should have realized what the results would be.”

    Do true stories count as vignettes?

    BTW: I love the Bob and Nikki series.

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