Saturday, 17 September 2011

SFFS 17/09/2011

So, I thought that I'd tantalise you with a glimpse of the Helpie this week.  Sadly, tho, you'll need to wait till nearly the end of October for any more, as we head overseas next Saturday for three weeks. Enjoy.

A tentacle was pointing at the seat on the opposite side of the table. ‘Yes, that seat’s taken. This is a private booth. Now get out.’

‘Oh, well, that’s a pity,’ commented head left.

‘I’ll just take this one instead,’ chirped head right, and to her aggravation, the Helpie sat down next to her.

She scooted around the booth to get away from its tentacles.

‘Oooh, this is a feisty one, Con,’ said left.

‘Yeah, Ner. They don’t come any better.’

Saturday, 10 September 2011

SFFS Week 15

Good morning, and welcome to my SFFS tidbit for this week! I decided to give you something different to read this week. I haven't shared much from this story, but this is the start of one of my favourite scenes of anything I've ever written.

The working title of this WIP is The Contract, and it will be a novella (maybe) set in the Tahl Jighn Universe. More on that another time. Layni is mourning the death of her parents, and has taken refuge from an unwanted resident in her cabin. However, peace is a little hard to find .... 

She sipped at her Zentang; the tart, icy-cold liquid snaked its delicious way down into her gut. AH, now this was a remedy for sore minds and wounded hearts. She closed her eyes and leant her head back against the back of the seat. This booth had been the only curtained, private one available and she’d leapt at it, not even pausing to order at the counter. A waiter had had to attend her.

‘Is this seat taken?’

Layni sat up erect, eyes flashing in annoyance at the intrusion. She looked straight into the twin faces of a Helpie.

Saturday, 3 September 2011

SFFS Week 14

Greetings! Welcome to this week's snippet. It continues on from where I left off last week in The Cabin on the Lake WIP.
The relaxation heaviness that pervaded her body was a clear indicator of the depth of her slumbers, for the first time in what? months? years? She had almost become accustomed to the caffeine-induced vibrancy that had been propping her into the upright postures required of everyday life. Not that she was addicted to it; she had never craved it. But it had been necessary, in the absence of any other solutions to her insomnia, to her continued functioning in the dearth of stress-free time off.
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