Part Five
By Nicole Pyles
Showing posts with label paranormal. Show all posts
Showing posts with label paranormal. Show all posts
Monday, March 11, 2013
Take Back the World: Part 5 of the Collaboration Challenge
The bittersweet moment has arrived, the time when this Challenge has reached it's completion point. The story, on the other hand ... ;)
Monday, February 25, 2013
The Half-Ling Escape: Part 4 of the Collaboration Challenge
Anika's secret power is revealed and her need for the real amulet increases.
by Yolanda Lane
Catch up links:
Friday, February 22, 2013
Part 3 Of the Collaboration Challenge
Meet your enemy.
by Joseph Redhorn (aka Gavril Mikhailovich)
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Sunday, October 7, 2012
Shedding Light: Collaboration Challenge Part 1
Welcome back to a new Collaboration Challenge serial story. :) This time around we have returning writers Tena Carr, Leonard Suskin and Nicole Pyles, and joining us is Leanne Sype. We will each be taking one week only, so this story will be a total of 5 parts long.
Also, I've put together a lovely button for my fellow writers and anyone who enjoys the Collaboration Challenge and would like to share.
For now, on to the story.
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Part One: Shedding Light
Zack sat in his home room classroom, his bag at his side, his feet resting on the metal basket under the chair of the desk in front of him. It was a standard school with rows of individual desks, a whiteboard wall and shelves at the back. Windows sent light in from the left and a brick wall blocked the light on the right.
He was sketching that light, using his pencil to create airy lines floating in, stopping in disjoined splats against the wall. As he sketched, the light in the room came to life, floating around in concentrated sparkles as if the room had become the inside of a diamond.
Light danced across his dark clothing, getting caught in the red sweep of his hair and echoing the freckles across his sharp nose. His red hair used to get him teased before he grew into his six foot five frame. For some reason, the bullies didn’t like to go after someone they had to look up to see.
Zack manipulated the light through his pencil, directing it to light up the clock, the craft paper taped to the brick wall, to reflect off the dull grey floor. He didn’t stop sketching until the door handle turned. Zack dropped the pencil and crumpled up the paper, killing the effect as the door swung open. The girl who walked in stopped his heart, rivaling any diamond light show he could create.
Morgan was beautiful today, dressed in orange and black striped socks, black satin capries tied at the knee with orange ribbon, a white peasant blouse cinched with a black belt just below her breasts. She had black and orange ribbons decorating her angled haircut, the kind that was short in the back and longer in the front. Her makeup was dark and smokey, her lips a deep, purple-red.
She dressed as a witch every Halloween. Last year he’d overheard Morgan telling her friends she was channeling her inner Morgana. He wished she really could. Maybe then they would have something to talk about. Maybe he could have a friend, rather than keeping to himself to protect his secret.
When no one else followed Morgan in, Zack glanced at the clock, surprised to see there were still six minutes until the bell would ring. He was always in the classroom early, enjoying the silence and calm before the break of the day. Morgan was usually out in the halls, laughing with her group of friends, teasing her boyfriend and comparing the latest and greatest on their touch-screen phones. Something must have happened if she’d been driven in here.
Zack sat toward the back of the class, on the brick wall side of the room. Morgan was halfway up the room, directly in front of the window. He didn’t have a clear view of her face, but he could hear the stressed breathing.
Legs shaking, Zack forced himself up from his chair. He did not usually socialize, but this was Morgan. They were alone and she was upset. Maybe he could help. Maybe she would notice him.
His knees almost gave out when he reached her row, but he straightened his shoulders and forced himself forward, almost like he talked to people every day.
“H-hey, Morgan?” The stutter hadn’t been great, but at least his voice hadn’t squeaked. “Are you okay?”
Morgan shuddered, looking up at him and away in one quick motion. Zack’s stomach dropped at the dismissal. Dizziness kept his feet still. He didn’t want to stumble away and add to the embarrassment.
“Oh, what the hell,” Morgan mumbled. “Who knows what rumors will spread?”
Zack kept quiet, not wanting to admit he never heard the rumors. Morgan turned and pinned him with honey-green eyes.
“I--” Morgan’s lips thinned as if she tasted something bitter, then she balled her fists and forced herself to continue. “I just caught my boyfriend kissing some other girl.” Zack wasn’t surprised, but he didn’t want to say anything. “And. Hmm. And I think I turned him into a frog.”
Also, I've put together a lovely button for my fellow writers and anyone who enjoys the Collaboration Challenge and would like to share.
For now, on to the story.
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Part One: Shedding Light
Zack sat in his home room classroom, his bag at his side, his feet resting on the metal basket under the chair of the desk in front of him. It was a standard school with rows of individual desks, a whiteboard wall and shelves at the back. Windows sent light in from the left and a brick wall blocked the light on the right.He was sketching that light, using his pencil to create airy lines floating in, stopping in disjoined splats against the wall. As he sketched, the light in the room came to life, floating around in concentrated sparkles as if the room had become the inside of a diamond.
Light danced across his dark clothing, getting caught in the red sweep of his hair and echoing the freckles across his sharp nose. His red hair used to get him teased before he grew into his six foot five frame. For some reason, the bullies didn’t like to go after someone they had to look up to see.
Zack manipulated the light through his pencil, directing it to light up the clock, the craft paper taped to the brick wall, to reflect off the dull grey floor. He didn’t stop sketching until the door handle turned. Zack dropped the pencil and crumpled up the paper, killing the effect as the door swung open. The girl who walked in stopped his heart, rivaling any diamond light show he could create.
Morgan was beautiful today, dressed in orange and black striped socks, black satin capries tied at the knee with orange ribbon, a white peasant blouse cinched with a black belt just below her breasts. She had black and orange ribbons decorating her angled haircut, the kind that was short in the back and longer in the front. Her makeup was dark and smokey, her lips a deep, purple-red.
She dressed as a witch every Halloween. Last year he’d overheard Morgan telling her friends she was channeling her inner Morgana. He wished she really could. Maybe then they would have something to talk about. Maybe he could have a friend, rather than keeping to himself to protect his secret.
When no one else followed Morgan in, Zack glanced at the clock, surprised to see there were still six minutes until the bell would ring. He was always in the classroom early, enjoying the silence and calm before the break of the day. Morgan was usually out in the halls, laughing with her group of friends, teasing her boyfriend and comparing the latest and greatest on their touch-screen phones. Something must have happened if she’d been driven in here.
Zack sat toward the back of the class, on the brick wall side of the room. Morgan was halfway up the room, directly in front of the window. He didn’t have a clear view of her face, but he could hear the stressed breathing.
Legs shaking, Zack forced himself up from his chair. He did not usually socialize, but this was Morgan. They were alone and she was upset. Maybe he could help. Maybe she would notice him.
His knees almost gave out when he reached her row, but he straightened his shoulders and forced himself forward, almost like he talked to people every day.
“H-hey, Morgan?” The stutter hadn’t been great, but at least his voice hadn’t squeaked. “Are you okay?”
Morgan shuddered, looking up at him and away in one quick motion. Zack’s stomach dropped at the dismissal. Dizziness kept his feet still. He didn’t want to stumble away and add to the embarrassment.
“Oh, what the hell,” Morgan mumbled. “Who knows what rumors will spread?”
Zack kept quiet, not wanting to admit he never heard the rumors. Morgan turned and pinned him with honey-green eyes.
“I--” Morgan’s lips thinned as if she tasted something bitter, then she balled her fists and forced herself to continue. “I just caught my boyfriend kissing some other girl.” Zack wasn’t surprised, but he didn’t want to say anything. “And. Hmm. And I think I turned him into a frog.”
Friday, August 3, 2012
Azure Boone Book Promo - Play To Win!
My friend Azure is celebrating the release of her new book, THE DEVIL WANTS A CHINA DOLL! Oh, and you can win stuff. And you can help me win other stuff. How, you ask?
Well, you can help me win by commenting or +1'ing this post. (Please, please, please!)
Have a blog? Check out this page to see how to play.
No blog? No problem. Read down below to see the four other ways to join. Bloggers can enter these, too.
Congratulations to Azure! Good luck with your book. I hope we can help you out over here. <3<3
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Author Azure Boone is conducting a book release promotion for her paranormal erotic romance, THE DEVIL WANTS A CHINA DOLL due for release through Loose Id, August 7.
Each of the four contests awards a $25.00 Amazon gift card.
The book promotion contest is happening for four days:
Wednesday August 8, 7:00 a.m. – 9:00 p.m.
Thursday August 9, 7:00 a.m.- 9:00 p.m.
Friday August 10, 7:00 a.m.- 9:00 p.m.
Saturday August 11. 7:00 a.m.- 9:00 p.m.
Each day will be held on a different social platform:
Wednesday, August 8: Goodreads
Thursday, August 9: Twitter
Friday, August 10: Facebook
Saturday, August 11: Google Plus
These contests are SHARE RACES. On the day of the contest, just show up at www.lovescenesandwetdreams.wordpress.com, sign in for the race with the name you go by on the social platform for that race, copy the content I will provide for the post you are to share, then go get sharing!
At the end of the day, I will count the number of posts you posted, and the likes and shares you received on each. “Likes” get one point, “shares” of your posts, get two points. The contestant with the most points, WINS.
The Author Azure Boone will be available to answer any questions during each contest at www.lovescenesandwetdreams.wordpress.com
If you are interested in participating in one or more of these contests (you can participate in all), sign your name in the comments below on my blog, and then on the day(s) of the contest, don’t forget to go to www.lovescenesandwetdreams.wordpress.com and sign up for that days contests.
GOOD LUCK!
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