Snippets | October 2016

Most of my October writing schedule has been relaxed. I finished a short story (Brightest Light) and started another one (currently untitled), and began another round of edits for The Assassin’s Daughter. This month’s snippets are from the two short stories. 

    The last words exchanged are like new in your mind. Buzzing through your head like a hundred mad bees. You made your choice. Just like every person did. Whether you were wrong or right doesn’t matter now.
- Brightest Light
    I frowned and sheathed my knife, and then exhaled. “A pleasure to meet you, Your Highness.”
- untitled fantasy short story
    When the thick of the fighting was over and the battlefield was smoke and blood and corpses—you weren’t thinking of the disagreements or your oath to never go back. You were thinking of Christmas Eve and the story from Luke in your father’s baritone. You were thinking of summer mornings with the clothes on the line and the smell of hay in your hair. You were thinking of your sweetheart’s blue dress on a spring day. You were thinking of the way the third step creaks under your feet unless you only place weight on the left side of it.
- Brightest Light
    As I gripped the rope in gloved hands and eyed the open window looming a few feet above me, I decided that the reward the king and queen promised had better be a really good one. After all, if I was risking my life for money, I wanted to make sure it was enough to buy something nice.
    The rope swayed.
    Something really nice.
- untitled fantasy short story
    You’re at the edge of the steps now. The music from the piano swirls in your memory. A hymn you should know—Lord knows you heard it enough times to know the words, but you never committed them to memory. You wish you had. But you know the tune and the cadence of the words and honestly, that is enough.
- Brightest Light
    ...and though I had seen strange things in my travels, I didn’t believe the place was haunted. At least, not by ghosts. A few rats and stray dogs, maybe.
    And the smell of mold.
- untitled fantasy short story
    In the darkness, it is a beacon of white boards—somewhat lacking in their grandeur, just like everything else these days—and the glow of light through lace curtains.
- Brightest Light

What have you been writing lately?

Comments

  1. LOVED those, Jameson! You have a real way with words - these were SO good! I especially liked the ones from Brightest Light *nods*.

    ~ Savannah
    scattered-scribblings.blogspot.com

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    1. Thank you so much! :) I'm glad you liked them.

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  2. AWK, JAMESON. THESE ARE AMAZING.

    Is Brightest Light in second person? That is so cool! And just...THE WRITING.

    "You were thinking of Christmas Eve and the story from Luke in your father’s baritone. You were thinking of summer mornings with the clothes on the line and the smell of hay in your hair. You were thinking of your sweetheart’s blue dress on a spring day. You were thinking of the way the third step creaks under your feet unless you only place weight on the left side of it."
    Let me just drown in the beauty of your words because woooow! ALL OF THIS. EVERYTHING.

    I LOVE IT ALL!

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    1. *blushes* Aw, thanks! :)

      It is! I wasn't sure how it was going to turn out but it wasn't working in any other POV, so I went with it. It was surprisingly easy to write in too! Different, but fun. :)

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