Best laid plans and all…A little flash fiction

Best laid plans and all…

I was going to participate in a “call” for flash fiction awhile ago that I saw on one of my author groups, but you know…I just kept coming up with stuff that didn’t work. It was either longer than I think the call-er takes (the guidelines asked for 300 words) or it didn’t end happily. ;) So, for your giggles, here’s what I came up with.

The picture for the prompt looked something like this:

cowboys, flash fiction, shapeshifter fiction, shape shifter fiction, paranormal

Note the fact that the dude has no hair on his chest (or at least I don’t see any in the picture). Looking at this, a little shapeshifter story popped into my head for your Halloween reading pleasure. It goes something like this: (**Might have a bit of language some of you might consider offensive. Be warned).

Scratch til it bleeds

Once king of the Known Savanna the humans bested him. He couldn’t remember now how it happened.

The concubine’s soulless eyes swept over them; one after another she scrutinized the men standing in line with him.

Balless twits the lot of them. And every one of them shaved clean. He’d never known such a shifter pride to be so chicken. Every one of the shifters beside him exuded an arrogance he didn’t deserve. Did they see what they’d given up for a chance in her bed?

He kicked himself for he followed the example. Pride, survival? T’was a hard call.

His skin itched from the shave he’d given himself trying to blend in with the conqueror. Foolish move, that. He’d give anything right now, to scratch! But she watched. And he wouldn’t let her know she’d won. Be still. Overlooked. Freedom awaits!

“You!” she said.

He touched his hat. “Ma’am.” Damn. Caught. Time was, he’d crept across the savanna like a hunter, not the hunted. You’ve grown weak, son.

She pointed at him.

The guards grabbed his arms and escorted him into her quarters. Opulence oozed from the walls, but the furs gracing the bed and marble floor made him shiver. Lion, leopard. His kin.

His skin itched as his fur wiggled beneath the human facade. He couldn’t help himself; he drew his sheared-short fingernails across his chest. Damn playing a human was hard!

She shut the door and slid out of her robes, standing naked before him.

“Really, now.” She stalked closer, as if he were the prey and she the lioness in tall grass. “Why do you scratch?”

He gave her a cheeky grin. “Come here and I’ll show you.”

She removed his hat, pushed him down on the bed, and stripped him of his jeans.  Her caressing hands made it hard to concentrate.

She kept missing the right spot!

His lush golden fur wouldn’t be contained; as it slipped through his skin relief flooded him.  “That’s why,” he said.

She screamed bloody murder… His claws came out…

He dropped her corpse and scratched, sighing relief. Satisfied, he picked up his hat, wondering, were the thin blood streaks across his chest from her claws, or his?

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Hehe. I hope you enjoyed this little bit of flash fiction

copyright 2014, Juli D. Revezzo

*Sorry. I do not know the photographer of the above cowboy. It was just provided as part of the prompt.

[Marketing Monday!] Spirit Touched excerpt

Juli D. Revezzo:

An excerpt from fantasy author Jolene Dawe‘s forthcoming story…. This will be part of her Story Subscription series. Do go check it out. It looks like a great read!

Originally posted on Strip Me Back To The Bone:

If you’re thinking about signing up for my story subscription for December’s installment, here’s a free sneak peek at what’s in store! (Heck, even if you aren’t, here’s a free sneak peek anyway!)

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I crested the hill while the sun was still three finger-lengths above the horizon and stopped cold. Fear curdled in my stomach and burned in my throat. It wasn’t that the forest had grown in the half-season since I’d last passed this way. Forests often behaved in ways one couldn’t anticipate, advancing over this valley, retreating from that mountainside, devouring villages and villagers alike, or ringing the town with living, growing walls to keep the humans safe from the creatures that roamed the night. There was no predicting what the trees might do, not even the Summoners. To try was to tempt madness. The forest was closer to Midpoint Crest, the spot where I stood locked…

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Seasons of Reading…Fall: #FrightFall Read-a-Thon – Prize Promotion Page

 

 

FrightFall Read-a-Thon

Another Witching Hour (okay, month) is upon us and ooh, it’s my favorite time of year!! :) Time for all fans of ghosts, vampire, and various ghoulies to celebrate! :) This year, I’ve teamed up with Seasons of Reading and two other very fine authors in the FrightFall Read-A-Thon. Which ends October 7th. Eep! So go sign up. Aside from me, authors Glen Craney, Johnathon Janz are featured and offering copies of their fine works. I’m offering an ecopy of my spooky paranormal The Artist’s Inheritance.

You can sign up here, and see the prizes here:

Seasons of Reading…Fall: #FrightFall Read-a-Thon – Prize Promotion Page.

Banned Book Week–Philip Pullman’s The Golden Compass

Juli D. Revezzo:

This is a reblog of my review of The Golden Compass from three years ago… more soon. Stay tuned.

Originally posted on Paranormal dreams and nightmares:

Banned Books Week image; copyright ALA http://www.ala.org/

the golden compass cover art Knopf release

cover art by Eric Rohmann

Philip Pullman’s controversial Fantasy/Steampunk/YA novel The Golden Compass* is the story of Lyra Belacqua, an orphan growing up under the care of the staff of Jordan College, Oxford in a strange, 19th-century-esque world (that is and is not like the London of our world) where humans have companions called daemons (a thing sort of like a witch’s familiar). Despite the best efforts of the scholars, the stubborn Lyra spends as much time as possible with the street kids, and the children of the gyptians, just being a mischievous child. Jordan is open to her, but for one place: the Retiring room.

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Banned Book Week–Mrs. Dalloway

Juli D. Revezzo:

This is a reblog of my Banned Book reading from three (yikes, really?) years ago. More coming soon.

Originally posted on Paranormal dreams and nightmares:

Banned Books Week image; copyright ALA http://www.ala.org/And this is wild… I just learned one of my favorites–Mrs. Dalloway by Virginia Woolf–is a banned book. Huh. Learn something new every day. In honor of that…I bring you…Mrs. Dalloway. :)

Cover illustration by Susan Gallagher

Cover illustration by Susan Gallagher

Mrs. Dalloway concerns one day in the life of Clarissa Dalloway, a day in the life of her upper class circle, one day in the life of London, England, circa 1925. It also concerns the war, the end of the war, the aftermath of war. It concerns a man, Septimus Warren Smith, a literate man, a gentle man, an ex-soldier, a man suffering terrible, delayed shell shock. When Mrs. Woolf wrote this novel, her friends questioned her inclusion of Septimus, but I wholeheartedly agree with it. He is the pivotal character, the most poinagnt soul in the novel.

We begin the morning with Clarissa wondering what flowers she is to buy to decorate her lovely home for…

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What happens after The End? ~ @MySexySaturday #MySexySaturday #MSS54

 

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What happens after The End? ~ @MySexySaturday #MySexySaturday #MSS54

 

I’ve never participated in one of these particular bloghops before, but this question (from last week) intrigued me. You, my dear readers, haven’t seen me personally on my blog lately because, you know? I’ve been trying to answer this very thing. You’ve seen my complete body of work, no doubt. Most of these books have somehow turned into series. So for what happens after the end? Let’s see….When I got to the end of Drawing Down the Shades, I had in mind exactly where the Antique Magic series was going next…but. Caitlin threw another storyline at me and insisted that one come first. I’ve been bashing my head against a wall trying to write both of the books, and stuck trying to figure it where the first one goes, ever since. (I hate to use the word Writer’s Block here, but let’s just say I’m ready to throw a certain little witch on the bonfire soon, if she doesn’t tell me how her darned story goes! *laughs*)

House of Cards. I’d always planned to continue writing something more about this family but it took me a while to get the next member’s jaws unstuck. In the course of working all that out, you’ll never believe what happened. *g* (Okay, maybe you will–at least the writers will) The short story has spawned a whole new novel-length (yes, novel-length) manuscript. I don’t want to jinx it by talking about it too much yet, because this manuscript has been uber-tempramental, but it might be going to my beta readers soon. (*knock on wood*) Does it fit into the sexy category? A little…at least, I think so. More than the first as the heroine is in love. :) (No, I’m not kidding) You’ll see why sometime in the next oh, say three or four months, I hope. I daresay it’s closer to release than any other. (Maybe *zips lip*)

Passion’s Sacred Dance currently has a work-in-progress (or two) kicking around my computer–and my faery godparents (from Changeling’s Crown) are toying with me, hinting, hinting. We’ll see what, if anything, happens there. So, busy. Writers, how are your manuscripts going?

 

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