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FROM BECKY R. JONES: Night Mage.
After fighting a demon in the middle of Philadelphia, Zoe O’Brien wants nothing more than to return to her normal, if stress-filled, life as an assistant professor of history at Summerfield College. But she’s an Elemental mage and that means when there’s potential magical trouble on campus, the squirrels come to her.
Who or what is the dark presence moving around campus? Why is it here and what does it want? Zoe struggles to come to terms with her mage powers and the leadership role her colleagues have given her. Complicating everything are all the papers that have to be graded, classes that need to be prepped, and most importantly, cats that require attention. Oh, yeah. She might actually have a boyfriend as well.
FROM MACKEY CHANDLER — PROMETHEUS AWARD FINALIST BOOK! Friends in the Stars.
It’s hard living next to a giant, even a friendly one, much less a clumsy hostile giant. Earth’s unfriendly billions were an unpredictably restive presence. The Kingdom of Central was on the Moon, and the three allied habitats of Home were already forced to move from Low Earth Orbit to beyond the Moon, dancing around a common center in a halo orbit. That bought them some time, but wasn’t nearly far enough away. The Spacers knew it would come to a bad end. The only question was how, when, and would they survive it? The only refuge was in the stars where they had friends.
FROM LAURA MONTGOMERY: Rapunzel.
FAA attorney Terrence Rogers dreams of space, but he spends his days on informed consent for space tourists. Young foreign service officer Hal Cooper faces real change with the arrival of an alien spaceship, but it means something else for Terrence.
A short story.
FROM NATHAN C. BRINDLE: A Dragon in the Foie Gras.
Captain Delaney Wolff Fox is back.
She’s just led her team on a months-long hunt through the penal world al-Saḥra’ (known otherwise by its semi-satirical name “Sanddoom”), looking for an industrial-sized illegal drug “kitchen” that’s been supplying colony worlds with various illegal substances via a network of involuntary migrant “mules”. That hunt ended satisfactorily, and rather explosively, with the destruction of the “kitchen” and hundreds if not thousands of personnel associated with it.
Now the team is heading back to Earth, hoping for some well-deserved shore leave . . .
. . . but it’s not to be. A long-sleeping foreign agent has been found in a stasis chamber in an abandoned Chicago warehouse, and it’s up to Delaney and crew to investigate the mystery, by traveling back to the year 2017 to find out why the agent was placed in stasis then, and why the stasis seems originally to have been planned to end in late 2020.
And when the sleeper wakes, asks for and consumes an entire pound of goose liver pâté, and asks for more, it’s pretty obvious they’ve got A Dragon In The Foie Gras
FROM NORMA SADLER: Krystal’s Notebook: Not a Romance
Krystal Ferraro’s boyfriend left her for her best friend. A high school junior, Krystal wants a boyfriend who cares about her, but is she willing to settle instead for physical involvement with a senior who says that he loves her? Is that the kind of caring and intimacy she wants? In her notebook, she covers her own experiences as well as what she discovers about teachers and other students.
FROM DENTON SALLE: The Genetic Vampire.
John’s life as an arson investigator was exciting enough, thank you. He really didn’t want any more surprises. So when an arson investigation uncovers an old murder, that’s more than enough.
Unfortunately, he got sloppy and found out he’s got this weird genetic disease. Vampirism.
And there are others with the same “problem” who are making offers he might have to accept.
What happens when the legends of folklore decide to visit you?
FROM ALLENE R. LOWERY: Einarr Stigandersen and the Jotunhall: A Young Adult action-adventure Viking fantasy.
A foiled elopement. A giant’s treasure. An impossible quest that will almost certainly get him killed.
Once upon a time, Stigander Raenson was heir to a thanedom. Until a curse drove him, his family, and his crew out of their homes. For years, they have all wandered the cold seas on the Vidofnir, Stigander’s prized ship, looking for treasure, glory, and a way to end the curse.
Now Stigander’s son Einarr lives a vagabond’s life on the Vidofnir, never giving much thought to the home he barely remembers. That is, until an unexpected squall and a pirate attack send them to winter at the Hall of his father’s childhood friend – and his beautiful daughter. The Jarl intends to marry her to an old man, but they only have eyes for each other.
A desperate gambit lands them both in trouble. Now Einarr has just a single season to convince the Jarl that he would be a worthy match for the Lady Runa, the Jarl’s only child. Will he return in one piece, or will the Jarl’s impossible quest be Einarr’s undoing?
FROM PETER ADAM SALOMON: Eight Minutes, Thirty-Two Seconds.
Over eight billion people died when the world ended. Two survived.L and M don’t know why they’re alive. They don’t remember what happened. Addicted to a drug that kills them for eight minutes and thirty-two seconds, they risk the end of humanity in order to learn the truth.
FROM KATE PAULK: ConVent.
The “Save The World” department really messed up this time: A vampire, a werewolf, an undercover angel and his succubus squeeze are no one’s idea of an A team. Or a B team. Or possibly a Z team. But then, since this particular threat to the universe and everything good attacks a science fiction convention — composed of people in costume, misfits creative geniuses and creative moron — , any conventional hero would have stood out. Now Jim, the vampire, and his unlikely sidekicks have to beat the clock to find out who’s sacrificing con goers before all hell breaks loose… literally.
FROM CELIA HAYES: My Dear Cousin: A Novel In Letters.
When Peggy Becker married Englishman Tommy Morehouse in San Antonio in the spring of 1938, her cousin and best friend Venetia “Vennie” Stoneman was her bridesmaid. After the wedding, Peg and Tommy traveled across the Pacific to Malaya, where Tommy managed his family’s rubber plantation. There they expected to raise a family and live a comfortable and rewarding life among the British expatriates in the tropics, while Vennie returned to Galveston to continue training as a nurse.
The start of the Second World War changed those comfortable, settled lives: Tommy Morehouse became a prisoner of war, Peg barely escaped the fall of Singapore with her small son, and Vennie Stoneman was a nurse in the US Army Nurse Corps, tending to battlefield casualties in North Africa, Italy, and France. In Australia, Peg waits out the war, wondering if her husband will survive brutal captivity by the Japanese, and Vennie risks her own life as an air evacuation nurse. Throughout all, the two women write to each other, of their lives, loves, of Vennie’s patients and comrades, and Peg’s children and the woes of running a wartime household among rationing and shortages of shoes for her children.
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: TUMBLE
21 thoughts on “Book Promo And Vignettes by Luke, Mary Catelli and ‘Nother Mike.”
I tumbled head over heels in my rush to purchase Night Mage! 😀
’twas hooves o’er horns myself on that one.
BTW, are you related to the middle guy?
Very distant cousin, perhaps. Mind, I have a fairly close cousin who spends some of her time in Kenya doing parasitology research. Wound up with malaria (which she was not studying, as I recall) but did better than the ‘These men didn’t take their Atabrine’ guys.
My own leaning is more astronomical.
“It was a nasty tumble,” said Doctor Silvestro. “Nothing more. A few bruises at most. Not enough to explain how shocked and frightened she was.” He finished wiping the cup. “A hot, sweet drink and then some rest.”
“And if she has nightmares?” said Julian.
“Past my power to cure.”
THE TUMBLING TUMBLE DEED
Little Miss Miffed
Sat there quite tiffed
Eating her words with a sigh.
Along came a spider
Who climbed up astride her
Which frightened the Miss,
She grumbled and rumbled.
Mumbled and bumbled,
Stumbled and tumbled
Squishing the spider
The explosion had broken the ship’s spine and send the drive section spinning off to God-knows-where, with the forward third of the ship tumbling clockwise from my perspective at a very slow rate, a little more than a single rotation every two minutes. Thank your favorite deity, I thought sourly, that the antimatter cells didn’t go up as well. Wouldn’t have anything to find if they had.
I hate my mother. I hate my mother. I hate my mother. Why do I have to do this? Why can’t my brother do it this time? But no. It’s always my responsibility, “It’s your chore, Becky. And it will be your chore until you get it right.”
I sigh and check the tag. “Tumble Dry Low.” Just like all the rest. I hurl it into the dryer with more violence than it probably deserves and grab the next shirt.
Congrats to Mackey Chandler for the Prometheus nom.
Not just nom. He passed the first round and is a finalist.
I stand corrected.
“I swear, at some point he took a tumble from the top of the Stupid Tree and hit every branch on the way down.”
“That’s not fair, he’s plenty smart!”
“‘Plenty smart?!’ He dropped his phone in the surf TWICE in less than ten minutes, and then decided the best way to dry it out was to stick it in the toaster oven! Plenty smart compared to what, a rock?”
“Tumbling off here is the least of your worries. No one is fool enough to trust mere difficulty in climbing to protect your treasure or your life, and they can not use blood, not with all the family feuds about. Besides, a vindictive bastard could help your foes with that.”
Reading “My Dear Cousin” above I was reminded of when I went on my first tour in the Philippines. We had flown on PANAM from San Francisco to Honolulu and stayed overnight. The next day we boarded the plane, which was a loaded 747 with a full load of fuel on a direct flight to Manila. Just after takeoff one of the engines failed, all the stewardesses turned as white as a sheet and we thought we were going to tumble from the sky. After circling for over an hour the plane returned to Honolulu safely and we got to stay a couple more days. Cecile’s description of Diamond Head and the Bay brought back the memory. PANAM is now no more, but I expect the grand hotel is still there on beach some 50 years later.
In the back corner of the geology classroom, a rock tumbler was rumbling along. Beside it was a display box showing rough and polished samples of several kinds of common moon rock. Some of them bore a strong resemblance to some items of jewelry Tara had seen around Shepardsport.
Yet another reminder of how different this timeline was from the one she’d left behind. Here, moon rocks were as close as a trip out the airlock. If you didn’t have your EVA certification, time on a sampling robot wasn’t all that hard to arrange.
Elizabeth was determined to impress Tommy. She grabbed him on both sides of his head and pulled him to her. She kissed him hard and long; his toes curled up and he grew faint. Her plan was working perfectly right up until they tumbled out the back of the wagon.
They felt the unmoving earth.
She on Mount Kosciusko did speak:
“O ye rocks of the uttermost peak!
’Tis Malissima’s will
That you tumble downhill
And knock Jindabyne into next week!”
Resolutely did Nature obey –
To her somewhat belated dismay,
For the rocks, once dislodged,
Were not readily dodged,
And the avalanche swept her away.
Jack and Jill
went up the hill
to fetch moonshine
from their uncle’s still.
When Jack had a stumble
and Jill took a tumble,
their bucket went rumbling
back down the hill.
Now Jack’s feeling bad
and Jill’s looking sad
as the spill from the still
soaks into the hill.
50 words. What, you expected Keats? 😉
Oh, now the bumble bee, you will most certainly observe, does verily bumble.
And the stumble-bum, you might also observe, indeed does stumble.
But the tumble dryer? Precariously perched atop the washer?
That threatened, from sympathetic vibration, to slide right off, sir?
That sucker is well and truly strapped down!
“A buddy of mine told me I had to come in and try your new strain. He said it was fifty bucks a gram, but worth every penny.
“Oh, yeah, man. That’s the really good stuff. One hit and you’ll basically drop in your tracks. We call it ‘Tumble Weed’.”
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