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Okay, this is probably the shortest damned flash I have ever written. But here it is... Set in the same world as my (poor, neglected) serial, Your LIes. The prompt is in bold within the text. 🙂


They'd found me.

I struggled to draw in steady breaths, vision dimming with my fear and panic. I couldn't go back. Wouldn't. I'd rather die fighting than be back in that cold white room...

I shook my head and tried to focus. I didn't even know if it was me they were after. It could beany of us. The small shack was full of magic users and Sympathizers - all painted as terrorists and targeted.

I looked to the older man standing near the window, taking comfort in the power radiating from him. He was helping me with my magic, teaching me. He'd gotten us out of the city, to this safe house. And it had seemed safe during the the two days we'd hunkered down. Until tonight, when sirens and flashing lights and threats had erased that illusion.

"Those of you with magic, get ready to use it," he said quietly. "We're going to have to work together to get the fuck out of this."

"You said we'd be safe here!" my friend, Peyton, cried, cringing as more shouting sounded outside - demands that we give ourselves up or they'd come in, armed, to take us.

“No, I said we were safer, not safe," he snapped. "I don't know what you thought you were in the middle of, boys and girls, but this is a rebellion. Plain and simple."

His bright blue gaze met mine, and I nodded. I hadn't been prepared for this - not even a little, as much as I'd tried to - but it wasn't a surprise. I'd known I would be hunted. From my parents' warnings, to my father's disappearance, to being taken...and escaping - the fear I felt now, no matter how overwhelming, was familiar. I'd lived with it my whole life.

"And if there is one truth you need to accept, sooner rather than later," he said, his power building with each word, "nowhere is safe. Not for us."


Bronwyn Green

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Happy Novemember!

We have a top ten today. Top 10 Things I Believe to be True.

10 - It's never too late to change.

9 - And change is necessary. (Even though it will be hated and resisted)

8 - You have to take care of yourself before you can take care of others.

7 - Miracles happen.

6 - You are drawn to the people meant to be in your life.

5 - It's okay to ask for help.

4 - The relationships I have - with my husband, my children, my other family, my friends - are worth putting the time and effort into. They are worth fighting for...every single day.

3 - There is more good than not in the world - even if the good is more quiet/hidden than it should be.

2 - In the face of questionable or horrific action, being silent is as bad as or sometimes worse than making excuses for that behavior.

1 - Love is love is love is love is love.


Bronwyn Green | Deelylah Mullin | Gwendolyn Cease | Kris Norris

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Time for another Promptly Penned post. We all start with the same prompt and see where it takes up.

Unlike most of the prompts—which end up within in the story itself—this week’s prompt is a scenario.

While cleaning up the attic, he/she finds a box of glass balls with names on them. One drops and, as it shatters, a person appears.

So, here goes nothing…


Kayleigh Hughes wrinkled her nose as she looked around the dusty old attic. There was so much freaking stuff. How on earth was she supposed to sort all this? She poked at a gaudy coat hanging from a rack full of equally ugly-ass clothes. Didn’t Gramps get rid of anything?

She sighed. Well, she could kiss her weekend goodbye. Clearing the attic alone was going to take that much time, let alone the rest of the house. She rolled her eyes as she heard the raised voices downstairs. Well, at least she wasn’t under Gramps’ supervision like Andy was as he worked on the main level. The older man—who had raised the two of them—was not happy about leaving his home and moving in with Andy. And he wasn’t shy about bitching about it, that was for sure.

Which was exactly why Kayleigh had hightailed it up to the attic, but now that she was here, she didn’t even know where to start. With another sigh, that morphed into a violent sneeze, she grabbed a couple books that sat atop a box and flipped through the yellowed pages of one. Spellbooks. Looked like her grandmother’s handwriting. Definitely keep. She set them aside gently.

She lifted the flaps to the box in front of her and frowned. Glass balls, nearly a dozen, of them filled the small container. Kayleigh reached for one but yanked her hand back at the jolt of power that raced through her when her fingertips touched the surface.

What the hell?

Bracing herself, magical shields firmly in place, she again reached for one of the orbs. Grasping it carefully, she turned it around. Writing caught her eye, and she squinted in the crappy light.

Henry Thames.

That sounded vaguely familiar, but she couldn’t quite place it… She peered down at the other balls—all had names etched into them.

Seriously…what…the…hell?

This was not good. She wasn’t as proficient with magic as her grandparents, and Andy, were. Her power was more instinctual, and she’d never liked devoting hours to the study of it. But she knew that there was no way whatever this was could be good.

She took a deep breath, then shouted, “Andy!”

“What?”

Kayleigh cringed. He already sounded pissed off. But nothing for it. She had no clue what these things were, but they reeked of magic, and that was for big brother to deal with. Always had been.

“Come here!” she called back, fingers sliding over the smooth glass.

She jolted and blinked when colors swirled within the sphere. Holding it closer, she frowned. Nothing. No colors, no movement. Must have been a trick of the lig—

“What?”

With a shriek, Kayleigh spun around at the sound of Andy’s voice, and the ball slipped from her grasp. As it shattered on the wood floor, a cloud of color—identical to the ones she’d just seen in ball itself—billowed up beside her. Coughing, she staggered back.

“Phillip Hughes!”

Kayleigh fell straight on her freaking ass at the strange angry voice—and the sight of a tall dark-haired man standing where the glass had broken.

“Son of a bitch.” Her brother… Sounding more pissed than before, with an edge of exasperation.

“Andy?” The other man shook his head then looked down at the box next to him. “Well, fuck.” He turned his gaze back to Andy. “Again? Really?”

Her brother sighed and shoved his fingers through his hair. “I told you he was getting bad, Henry. Not fit to be on his own anymore.”

“Yeah, I figured that out,” Henry said, drolly. He picked up the box and moved toward the door. “Let’s get this taken care of then we’ll deal with Phillip."

Henry? That’d been the name on the ball…and now he was… And they were basically acting like she wasn’t standing right here!

“Wha—“ She pushed to her feet and glared at the men. “What the hell is going on here?”

Andy waved a hand. “Don’t worry, Kayls. I’ve got this.” He turned on his heel and headed down the stairs, Henry right behind him. As they descended, Andy yelled, “Gramps! What the fuck did I tell you about collecting! You can’t just keep people you daft old man!”

Collecting….keeping people…he’s got this? Oh hell no! She raced after them, wondering what crazy shit Gramps had gotten them into.


Bronwyn Green | Gwendolyn Cease | Kris Norris

 

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We're talking our top 10 story tropes today. Jumping right in....

Workplace Romance - Love in the workplace, and all the awkwardness that can ensue...sign me up. I was actually taken aback when I realized I've never written a workplace romance...how is that even possible? A frickin' tragedy, that...and should be remedied in the future. 

Returning Home - Especially when home is a small town and there are issues. Maybe it's the small town girl in me that loves that setting, I don't know, but I really enjoy stories with this trope.

Fling to a Thing - I love when one or both characters go into it with the expectation that it's gonna just be a fling - all short-term -  and then, it becomes so much more. With feelings, even. Le sigh.

Age difference - I will be honest, I tend to go for the Older Woman/Younger Man before an Older Man/Younger Woman, but I adore them both. So very much. Like an unhealthy amount of adoration.

Reunion/Second Chance - Who doesn't love second chances? Okay, I'm sure there are people who don't like those stories, but that's not me. I quite enjoy seeing characters with histories - often bad one with legitimate things that drove them apart and have kept them apart - coming back together and, ultimately making it work.

Redemption - Okay, one of my favorite, FAVORITE things is when a character makes good. Whether it's one of the protaganists or one of the baddies... I want the tragic back story, I want to understand why they did what they did, I want to CRY for them and root for them and see them better and happier and in love and all that.

Angst/Hurt/Comfort - O...M...G I eat this up. So much, it's not even funny. Seriously, with a freaking spoon! Everyone who knows me knows I adore the angst SO FREAKING MUCH. Just take a look at my Albion's Circle series, and you'll know just how much... 😉

Secret Relationship - Please, secret relationship is prime real estate to build angst, baby. Sign me up. Also, even though it's not required for me,  I dp love when there is humor woven in, too - like, how they keep it secret, what they tell others, times when they slip in conversation or are almost caught...

Enemies to Lovers - A very close second for my absolute top trope. An enemies-to-lovers story will suck me right in. From the initial attraction to how they decide to deal with it...angry sex, anyone? Yes, please...to how they make it work.

Friends to Lovers - This has always been a favorite of mine and would be my instant answer if someone asked me for an absolute favorite. The first book I ever finished and published was a friends to lovers. I love seeing the hero and heroine figure out how they're going to navigate the change in their relationship, especially when they know each other really well and they're thrown for a loop.

Honorable Mentions - Professor/Student (but not in a creepy way LOL), Soul Mates/Destined (but it totally has to be done right...no instalove with no conflict except external...) and Them Against The World (when no one else thinks the couple will make it, or even understands how they're together...)

*Fling to a Thing
*Age Difference (Older Woman/Younger Man)
*Secret Relationship
*Secret Relationship
*Angst/Hurt/Comfort

~Within the Albion's Circle series~
*Angst/Hurt/Comfort
*Redemption
*Reunion/Second Chance
*Friends to Lovers
*Enemies to Lovers...kinda
*Soulmates/Destined

~Within the Seeking Shelter series~
*Fling to a Thing
*Angst/Hurt/Comfort
*Friends to Lovers
*Them Against the World (in a very literal way...)


Bronwyn Green | Gwendolyn Cease

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(Keeping it short and sweet this week - only halfway through and I'm yearning for the weekend and a couple days of no running!)

SONG I CAN'T STAND TO LISTEN TO - Right now? Any song from toddler/preschool shows, in general. Any song from Daniel Tiger, in particular.

SONG I COULD LISTEN TO ALL DAY WITHOUT GETTING TIRED OF IT - "Gang of Rhythm" by Walk Off the Earth and any song from Hamilton.

SONG THAT GREW ON ME - Any song from Phineas and Ferb (sensing a theme? All the littles that come to my house daily... there is always a kids shows on...I just can't think beyond that right now, regardless of how lame that makes me LOL)


Bronwyn GreenGwendolyn Cease

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It's time for another promptly penned - we all start with the same prompt and see what we come up with. I changed the tense of the prompt and split it all up because...well, I did. The actual prompt is in bold within the fic. 🙂


They said I was a traitor. That word was spat at me more than once today. Maybe I was. Though I’d pin that label on them before taking it myself.

And wasn’t that a kick in the fucking nuts. My own parents. That they were capable of… That I’d been blind to everything they… That… That…

I fought the sudden surge of vomit in my throat. Struggled to maintain control. Now wasn’t the time to lose it. That would come later. But fuck—spots danced across my vision, and I couldn’t draw a full breath. I dragged shaky, clammy hands over my face and tried to stay upright.

“Samuel?”

The small trembling voice penetrated the panic crippling me. Effectively obliterating it. She was what this was about, what I needed to be about right now. And keeling over, puking my guts out, wasn’t going to help my sister.

I turned toward her and cringed. She wasn’t looking at me, but at our parents…her tormentors. I could only imagine what was going through her young mind as she stared at them. Sprawled across the wood floor, lifeless, expressions of horror forever etched on their faces, completely lifeless.

Because of me. Another violent wave of sick pushed up my throat, nearly gagging me. She had to be scared out of her mind…of me. How was I going to—

“Samuel?” she said again, turning and rushing at me. Tears burned my eyes, blurring everything as her rail thin arms wound around my waist tightly.

“Hey,” I murmured, running my hand over her snarled hair. Fuck them, they couldn’t even bother to brush her motherfucking hair! “We need to go, now, Mel.”

“Go?” She tipped her head back, and wide, all-too-serious green eyes blinked dup at me. “I can…I can leave?”

“Yeah,” I breathed. Clearly my throat, I continued, “Yeah, sweetheart, you can leave, and you don’t ever have to come back. They can’t ever hurt you again. I promise.”

“With you?” she said, so loudly it echoed off the walls around us. “I can go with you, right, Samuel? ‘Cause we’re the same…” She smiled brightly. Despite everything, joy radiated from her. “They didn’t know that. They thought it was just me, but that was so wrong. I knew before you killed them with—” Her smile faltered slightly then firmed up again. “We’re the same,” she repeated. “I can feel it.”

She lifted her hand and grasped mine, sparks of the power housed in her tiny body pushing out insistently. I nodded and let my own magic answer, let it twine around hers, surrounding her protectively.

“Yes,” I croaked. “We’re the same.”

I dropped a kiss on her forehead and tightened my grasp around her fingers then led her out of the house. She blinked then squinted as we stepped into the bright sun.

“Where are we going?”

“I don’t know, yet. But I’ll figure it out, and it doesn’t matter.” I helped her into the car and buckled the belt around her before meeting her gaze straight on. “We’ll take care of each other, Mel. Do whatever it takes. Just like we did today. It was us or them.”

She nodded solemnly. “Us or them.”

I straightened and shut the door. Staring at the large house—a rich and beautiful prison, nothing more—I stopped trying to hold it all back. With a rush, my magic, fueled by my rage, exploded outward.

Flames filled the building before me, engulfing and destroying the evil that lived there, that dared to hurt that sweet and innocent girl. I didn’t wait, didn’t need to see the end result. It was done.

Yeah, they could call me a traitor—and many would—all I knew was that I did what I had to do.


Bronwyn Green | Deelylah Mullin | Kris Norris | Siobhan Muir

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This week we're talking about our writing hopes and aspirations.

I'm not difficult to please... Really, Im not. I don't have aspirations of selling x-number of copies or landing on any lists. Not that I would run away from that, mind, but it's not the "dream" for me.

When I think about what I want - what my hopes and dreams are - what I really want is to be able to write full-time. To make enough that I don't have to work the other jobs. To be able to put writing first without feeling like I'm taking away from my family by doing so.

And that's really it. That is what I hope for, what I aspire to.

See, easy to please? LOL


Bronwyn Green | Deelylah Mullin | Kris Norris |Torrance Sené

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Well, this post is going to be a short one... LOL I was far from the perfect child, but I didn't really do a whole lot of rebellious things. I've been wracking my brain trying to come up with something for this post/topic and kept drawing a blank.

I didn't sneak out, didn't drink or do drugs or do any wild or crazy things. You'd be more likely to find me hanging out at home with my nose in a book.

I did think of one time, finally...but I don't know if it super rebellious and is probably quite tame compared to most people's most rebellious thing. LOL

The summer I was sixteen, I was hanging with some friends, and we decided we wanted to go swimming. But it was late and the state park we wanted to go to was closed. Now, why we didn't go to one of the other parks, that didn't lock up (even if they were technically closed) or hit a random beach - because there were plenty of places to choose from around there. But no, we decided we really wanted to go to the state park (too long ago to remember our exact reasoning *snort*)

So we drove out there, parked on the side of the road and hiked through the trees, hopped the fence and snuck through the park to the beach. And had a great time, skinny dipping in dark.

So there you go....not very crazy or particularly rebellious, I know, but it's all I have!


Bronwyn Green | Deelylah Mullin | Jessica De La Rosa