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Six Sentence Sunday: #12 Bartholomew’s Contemplation

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Welcome back for another Six Sentence Sunday post from my paranormal short, Flight.

For those of you who read last week’s installment, Mary soon was saved by Matilde’s father’s intervention in their fight, and I’ve taken the liberty of skipping ahead an itty-bitty bit.

We now find that Bartholomew has trailed Matilde and her father back to their tenement. Having crept into the room where she is sleeping with her baby brother, he is contemplating the Catcher’s interest in possessing the body of this small girl.

If you’re unfamiliar with this story, the first installment is found here.

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He listened to the children breathing, the tiny scritch-scritch of mice feet, and singing, fighting, and fucking from within neighboring rooms. The cold night air whistled through the gaping wallboards, and the sleeping girl shivered and pulled her baby brother closer.

This was madness. Bartholomew closed his eyes and squeezed his temples, then brought his fingers down around his eyes and up to pinch the bridge of his nose. Non, he thought as he shook his head. It was impossible to believe such a small body could hold the Catcher.

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Six Sentence Sunday: Flight #11 — She’s Goin’ Down

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It’s Six Sentence Sunday, and man, what a week. Noro virus is an evil mistress and she took the Pierce household by storm. But I have survived. Mostly.

Anyhoo, here’s the next six of Flight. If you read last week’s installment, you know what’s coming. If you didn’t, well check it out here. Or start from the beginning of this story here.

Warning: Blood and violence ahead.

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The bully turned, and the little girl leapt forward. Her rock-filled fist whipped around to smash Mary’s cheek and nose. The older girl’s head snapped to the side. She staggered into one of the boys and they both hit the ground as the second boy stared at Tilly, open-mouthed like a fish. He wore a swath of bright red blood across his chest and face.

“Nobody steals from me!”

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Six Sentence Sunday: #9 — Now It’s Fer Me

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Hi friends! Welcome back for another Six Sentence Sunday installment from Flight, my paranormal short. Last week we left Bartholomew on the roof and poor, little Tilly sprawled on the alley’s cobblestones. Will she stay down?

If you’re new to this story, and want to read from the beginning, you’ll find the first installment here.

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Mary smirked as she yanked the little, bundled shawl from Tilly’s arms. “Now it’s fer me.” She spat on her victim then marched back to the waiting boys.

Bartholomew’s fists clenched as Mary revealed a small heel of bread from the ragged shawl and doled out shares to her lackeys. Her back to her victim, the bully draped the stolen shawl over her shoulder and shoveled bread into her mouth.

Tilly rolled over, rose to her knees, and looked around.

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Six Sentence Sunday: Power & Privilege

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Hello Darlings.

Welcome back for another Six Sentence Sunday post from Girl Under Glass. The book is oh-so-close to complete, and I’m damn happy with it.

Today’s post is a continuation of Ehtishem and Rachel’s conversation from the last two 6SS posts. You can read them here and here. This isn’t a direct follow, but a few paragraphs later.

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“We don’t raise our own children, Rachel. They’re conceived according to formula and affordability, raised in groups, trained for occupations as determined by caste and personal qualities. The Ohnenrai rarely foster long-term relationships.”

How awful.

“Ohnenrai connections are about competition. Only the Elite families marry, and those bonds are for power and privilege.”

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Six Sentence Sunday: Allies or Enemies

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Okay, so last week? Not so good. But the keel is evening out, and I’m getting some perspective. (Always helpful.) Thanks for the feedback on last week’s Girl Under Glass post. I’m determined to read and comment back on a boatload of Six Sentence Sunday posts today.

In the meanwhile, I decided to pick up where I left off in the conversation between Rachel and Ehtishem. If you missed last week’s post, it’s here.

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He nodded. “That is something we lack.”

“Children?”

He made a little noise in his throat then said, “No, a connection to them, a drive to protect them as individuals. When they are very young, they are strangers. Once they’re old enough to leave the Nest, they’re enemies or allies.”
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Six Sentence Sunday: Words Whispered

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Hi-dee-ho Sixers! Welcome back to another Six Sentence Sunday, and thanks for coming by — both old friends and new. I was looking through some stashed scenes that will end up in the sequel to Girl Under Glass and found this one.

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I turned back, and he feathered his fingers along my jaw, past my ear, into my hair. He pulled me to him, brushing his lips against mine as he whispered, “Mem vaonare-va, Rahchyel, upairi anghu.”

He loved me more than life. I inhaled those words, slid my arms around his neck, and pulled his mouth to mine for a long, deep kiss.

Ehtishem slipped his arm down my back, grasped my waist, and lifted me to the counter. The world slid away, lost to the feel of his hands and his lips, his tongue and his body, lost to the sound of our breath and words whispered in Ohnenrai and English.
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Six Sentence Sunday: Home Sweet Home

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Hiya, Sixers, welcome back to another installment of Girl Under Glass for Six Sentence Sunday. This week’s posting finds Rachel considering her little cabin in the Pacific Northwest woods. (We moved on Thursday, so I’m feeling a little unsettled and a lot exhausted. But, unlike Rachel, I like my old and new homes.)

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I continued down the path, but stopped at the gate to survey my home, my yard. I’d lived so enmeshed in my own struggles that I hadn’t seen reality. The dilapidated cabin’s roof failed to block the elements – rain in the spring, mosquitoes in the summer, wind in the fall, snow in the winter. The yard consisted of mud and dung and weeds. The fence sagged and bowed, held up and yanked down by blackberry vines.

The Ohnenran stood beside me, his hand on the gate, and his gaze on me.

Six Sentence Sunday: Duck!

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So, Sixers, I must admit that I love torturing and pissing off my characters. What’s better than really getting the emotions going? I learn so much when I put them on the rack and tighten the screws.

Hence, today’s six is lifted from the second half of Girl Under Glass. Rachel’s just discovered that Sree has cooked an obscene amount of food for Ehtishem’s breakfast.

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One of the frayed strands holding my sanity in check snapped. “We’ve been starving – hunting and scrounging – while you and your people ate like this? While you ate our food?” I grabbed a peeled orange and threw it at Ehtishem. He and Sree ducked, but couldn’t avoid the shower of juice as the fruit exploded against the wall. “You son-of-a-bitch!”
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Six Sentence Sunday: Truth vs. Reality

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Thanks for all the feedback on last week’s Six Sunday post. You guys always make me smile. :D

I’m jumping back to the beginning of Girl Under Glass ’cause I’m doing some character analysis with Ehtishem, my stray Ohnenrai soldier. For anyone unfamiliar with this WIP, he showed up in Rachel’s yard with a broken ankle and the typically aloof Ohnenrai attitude. (FYI, Rachel owns two dogs.)

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“Varet!” The word boomed from him even as his expression remained unchanged.

I started at his power, and the dogs ceased their threats. I looked at the outsider with newfound respect; I didn’t know Strangers raised their voices. I’d heard that even in battle, with death snapping their souls from their bodies, they remained ice cold. Maybe that isn’t true.
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Six Sentence Sunday: Imprisoned

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So, you guys get a big, fat THANKS! You all found something resonant in last week’s Six Sentence Sunday Girl Under Glass post. And, after reading all your comments, I realized I needed to keep and expand that scene. See? Many brains can be better than one when it comes to editing.

The interrogation scene isn’t safe for human consumption, yet, so here’s something from a bit later. The sedatives, etc. are wearing off, and Rachel’s becoming aware of her surroundings and the threats she faced during questioning. (Pearl is her six-year-old daughter. They were separated when the Ohnenrai troops captured them.)

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I heard whispers, crying. I moved where they moved, shuffling my lead feet.

“Give me answers if you want Pearl to live past this day, Rachel Pryne.” The meaning of that threat slowly came into focus with each passing hour. Despair and hatred warred for dominance, and I swung between the two like a broken pendulum, cracking my case and losing time.

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