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Jeepers, Creepers, I've got good reads for your peepers. Jeepers, Creepers...<a href="http://www.wewriwa.com/">WeWriWa's</a> the place for your eyes! Oh I sure do love the month of October and all the fun it entails! But I also love each and every Sunday, no matter the month. Because all over the globe, fantastic authors post eight to ten sentences, tidy little snippets of their work, just to share with the likes of you and me. You never know what kind of clever you will find. For their are all styles of writing and many different genres to choose from. So, if you'd like more than my mere share...click the link above. Trust me, it's like...magic!</div>
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I skipped ahead a bit from last week. I'm still posting from Return of the Crown, just so you can meet Ravyn and Blade in their earlier days. They have escaped down the cliff and are now heading through the forest. </div>
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sad song filled the air.</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"> </span></span><span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">It was unlike
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tune on a trumpet.</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"> </span></span><span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">They followed the music
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<span style="color: orange;">So, you've met Ena my favorite dragon in past posts. Now, you are meeting another friend of mine! Hope your week has been wonderful. I've been having fun getting ready for Halloween. Check out my pumpkin torch project : )</span><span id="goog_1368191513"></span><span id="goog_1368191514"></span><span id="goog_820777679"></span><span id="goog_820777680"></span><br />
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Last week Ravyn and Blade had reunited after a very long separation. But, they are on the middle of a cliff face, some very nasty people are chasing them, and they need to figure out how to get down. After last week's embrace, Blade has taken a moment to survey their options.</div>
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</b></span></span><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;"><b>Lying on his stomach, he looked over the edge.</b></span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;"><b> </b></span></span><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;"><b>Rising he winked at Ravyn.</b></span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;"><b> </b></span></span><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;"><b>“I have a plan.”</b></span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;"><b> </b></span></span></div>
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the edge, hanging for a moment. Then his hands slipped free, and he was gone.</b></span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;"><b> </b></span></span><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;"><b>Ravyn gasped, then heard, “Ravyn, there’s a
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I feel like singing the Hallelujah Chorus today. For I have been absent from posting to <a href="http://www.wewriwa.com/">WeWriWa</a> for a good long time, but here I am today...with eight sentences from Return of the Crown. So, without further ado, though you can hum a little Handel if you feel so inspired, here's eight sentences just a bit further from where we left off last time (Blade was down climbing a steep cliff trying to find Ravyn, who he hasn't seen in 10 years or so).<br />
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<span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Ravyn held her breath as Blade began edging across the cliff wall. It looked impassable. But Blade's hands moved from crack to crack and nub to nub, denying gravity's desire to take effect. Never once did his feet slip from the tiny rim of rock jutting out from the cliff face. He slid across the rock as if he were water. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: large;">What do you think? I know many of you thought Ravyn was a bit harsh with our Selkie friend Seamus, but Blade's got some skills : ) I look forward to skipping through your eight sentence shares! And now as I glance at the colorful words on my page, I've got a hankering for something...Candy corn!!!</span><br />
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Welcome to another Sunday post. Which means it's time for <a href="http://www.wewriwa.com/">Weekend Writing Warriors</a>! A blog hop every week, where writer's from all walks of genre's post eight lines from their published work...or if you're lucky sneak peeks into their WIP's. Click the above link to find out more about how to join, or to find other author's works to sample!</div>
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Last week, I ended my snippet run from my WIP. I decided you all need some of where this story started. Ravyn and Blade's beginnings. Then you might understand why that Seamus just doesn't have what it takes to win this girl's heart. So...here's where Blade and Ravyn are reintroduced to each other after years of separation. Ravyn had been kidnapped by Zelera's thugs and she managed to escape. Blade is looking to make a rescue : )</div>
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I left off with Ravyn and Lareina coming clean with Selkies Murphy and Seamus as to who they are. Seamus had his heart broken, but Ravyn knows they have to get off the island, so skipping a few lines and moving forward to finish this section of work we start with Ravyn speaking...</div>
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Welcome to <a href="http://www.wewriwa.com/">Weekend Writing Warriors</a>! Sunday is a day to post eight lines of work from something published or in progress. Then you follow the link above to a grand list of authors and hop, hop, hop. Reading their offerings, and giving critique and kudo's as you go. You never know what type of writing you'll find. There's something for everyone, so join on in!<br />
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I'm still hanging out with Ravyn, Lareina, Murphy and Seamus. Ravyn has just told the men, if they get off the island, there are ladies a-plenty out in the world for them to meet. Murphy answers...<br />
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So...anyone up to watch the meteor shower?Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05551671528722336812noreply@blogger.com36tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8088596454046421037.post-90261933889906553222014-12-06T20:16:00.001-08:002014-12-06T20:16:28.581-08:00WeWriWa - But Why the Lies?Oh the weather outside is frightful, but the fire is so delightful. To <a href="http://www.wewriwa.com/">WeWriWa</a> here we go, click the links, words will flow, comments grow! I love this time of year, and Weekend Writing Warriors is the gift that keeps on giving. You are able to share works that are in progress or published with fellow readers and authors, you are able to read other's literary works, and everyone shares insight and opinion as well as kudos with each other. So very glad WeWriWa is year-round, not just once a year : )<br />
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Last week, we left off with Lareina explaining to our handsome Selkie men, why they were in trouble. You know, with Lareina's sister Zelera stealing the young prince Kes, and making off with him, sending a Kraken to attack the ladies boat, that kind of thing. We pick up with Murphy speaking first... <br /><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="color: #45818e; font-size: large;"> “Sounds like ye’ve got a bit of trouble on your hands, tis true.” The scowl on Murphy’ face softened, “But why the lies?”<br /> “Murphy, you gentlemen saw damsels in distress. You thought we’d fall head over heels for our rescuers, especially with those talented eyes of yours. You’ve been lonely, you found someone to care for…”<br /> His shoulders sagged, “Aye, we thought our solitude a thing of the past.”<br /> “You don’t have to live alone,” Ravyn piped up. "Take a trip to Aigerach; there are ladies a-plenty to catch your eye.”</span></strong><br />
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05551671528722336812noreply@blogger.com32tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8088596454046421037.post-10202375362584820112014-11-29T19:48:00.001-08:002014-11-29T19:48:27.589-08:00WeWriWa - I know, hard to believeWelcome to <a href="http://www.wewriwa.com/">WeWriWa</a> here on my little blog. The fun Sunday blog hop that gives you the chance to read snippets from a variety of talented authors in a splendiferous plentitude of genres. There's bound to be something you like. Just click the above link to learn more about how to join in the fun!<div>
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I skipped ahead a bit this week, not much, but I felt like moving forward a bit : ) Seamus and Murphy have just been let down by the ladies, who have not been under their Selkie charm like they thought. The men have just learned the ladies' true identities.<br /><br /><b><span style="color: #6aa84f;">Seamus sank down on his stool; he ran his hand back through his shock of red hair. “You’re the Princess?”<br /><br />Ravyn grinned, shrugging her shoulders, “I know, hard to believe.”<br /><br />Lareina placed her hand on the table, steadying herself. “Zelera has returned from Rasport, and she’s stolen my son.” She took a deep breath before proceeding. “We were in that little fishing boat, pursuing her and my son when the Kraken attacked. No doubt she set it on us, and she'll know we are here; we have to get off this island.”</span></b></div>
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I am heading up to the foothills to support my local Christmas Tree Farmers : ) It's a tradition for our family to head up the weekend after Thanksgiving to tromp through all the trees, and find the very best. Sometimes we do a lot of hiking about and there's a bit of wrangling going on too, till we all agree which little beauty gets to come home. I will get myself around to everyone's site as soon as I can though, I promise I'll make some time : ) Have a wonderful start of the Christmas Season!</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05551671528722336812noreply@blogger.com29tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8088596454046421037.post-78801184278832671102014-11-22T19:30:00.002-08:002014-11-22T19:30:40.813-08:00WeWriWa - ...but you're nothing but a liar.<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">I am thankful for each and every friend I have made on my weekly warrior adventure! You all are fantastic committed folks that I am proud to know. I fully appreciate the time you take to read and comment. Follow the link to <a href="http://www.wewriwa.com/">WeWriWa</a> if you want to know more about this wonderful group of writer's and how to join. </span><br />
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Wow, it's mid-November already! Weather is getting cooler, nights are growing longer, and those authors are working themselves to the bone to complete NaNoWriMo. But, today...it's Warrior day. A day to share eight lines of work, published or in progress, and to visit others who have done the same. For all the rules and how to join in the fun, click <a href="http://www.wewriwa.com/">here!</a></div>
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I was missing in action last weekend...Disneyland beckoned and we heeded the call. But, the weekend before left us with Ravyn telling Seamus, she wasn't the girl for him. (And after he'd gotten such a lovely dinner made and was all excited to celebrate.) The first voice in this conversation is Seamus, followed by Ravyn's response.</div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">“No, let me finish. I know that you Selkie men are irresistible. Your magic pulls on women’s heartstrings. I should be, would be, completely and blissfully under your spell. But, there’s something about me you should know. I do know about magic, about working with the Light. I've made myself safe from your charms…”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">All my NaNo friends, I hope this month is going well for you. You are about halfway through, you can do it! Good luck, and keep those pencils scribbling, or those fingers tapping away at the keys!</span></div>
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Happy extra hour of sleep day : ) And a Happy <a href="http://www.wewriwa.com/">Weekend Writing Warrior</a> Day to you too! Follow the link to find out how to participate, or to read more snippets from a great list of talented authors writing in a plethora of genres.</div>
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<span style="text-align: justify;"> I am not doing Nano this year. I had too much on my plate last month, and I don't have the stamina to push myself as hard as necessary this month. But, I would be happy to root for all of you who are working your little tails off trying to make wonderful literary things happen. Go team WeWriWaNaNoers : ) You can do it!!!!</span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05551671528722336812noreply@blogger.com32tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8088596454046421037.post-43632888111101028972014-10-25T19:44:00.003-07:002014-10-25T19:44:42.458-07:00This lovely lass has stolen my heart...<br />And a haunting happy Sunday to you. Please join me in celebrating the Spooktacular group of writer's that make up<span style="color: #e69138;"> </span><a href="http://www.wewriwa.com/"><span style="color: #e69138;">WeWriWa</span></a>! You can find all kinds of tales that will give you shivers and tingles. Eight sentences at a time. It's like some kind of crazy magic!<br />
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I'm sharing a bit more of Ravyn and Lareina's time with Rowan and Murphy. We last left off at a celebratory dinner with Ravyn feeling a bit guilty. Let's see how things are progressing...<br /><br /><br /><span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;"><strong>Ronan went to a cupboard and pulled out four crystal goblets and placed them on the table. He had a bottle of wine tucked under his arm, and he wiggled the cork back and forth till it came out with a little pop. He poured the light pink wine in each glass. Ravyn noted he filled the ladies glasses to the brim. He sat down and picked up his goblet raising it in a toast.<br /><br /> “Blessing of the Light upon this lovely lass, who has stolen my heart.”<br /><br /> Ravyn pasted a happy grin on her face as she swallowed back a load of shame. Lareina’s eyes held hers for a moment, and answered her discomfort with some of her own.</strong></span> <br />
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So, I missed last week. I had to work, so that I might have this past Friday off to put on a crazy haunted house at my daughter's school. I've been doing this for several years now, each year a new theme. It started in a mad scientist's lab, then we had a monster mash, on to a creepy carnival. Last year was Pirates of the Carribean themed. Last year...Sierra is a sixth grader. I didn't know what I was going to do. I thought I'd done it all...but wait, what's this? what's this? There's magic in the air...it's a Nightmare before Christmas walkthrough. If you want to see some pics of what's been keeping me up all night this last month, click this link <a href="http://www.burnsmillie.blogspot.com/2014/10/im-master-of-fright.html">Master of Fright!</a> Oh, and have a Happy Halloween you all!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05551671528722336812noreply@blogger.com33tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8088596454046421037.post-58991652503993533022014-10-25T19:23:00.004-07:002014-10-25T19:23:51.919-07:00I'm the master of fright...Just going to share a few pics from the Nightmare Before Christmas walkthrough/haunted house I created for my daughter's elementary school. The pictures are a little fuzzy, as I think there may be something wrong with my camera's auto focus...grr. Hope you enjoy!<br />
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How many days till Halloween? Fun little countdown clock made with that pink foam insulation, a piece of white posterboard, shrinky dink plastic and cheapo little tealights to make it come aglow : )<br />
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A scarecrow jack pointed the way...<br />
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A glimpse of Mr. Oogie Boogie...BTW, Sierra, my 11-year old gets props for painting that for me : )<br />
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And Zero made an appearance, floating in the air all magical like, hanging out by his doghouse, hoping Jack will come by.<br />
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Sally has been a busy girl, making a basket of treats for Jack, whipping up some fog juice to try to keep her man on the ground, and we all know what she's making for Dr. Finklestein. A bit of Nightshade, a gasp of Frog's Breath, and some...Worm's Wart, Worm's Wart...where is that Worm's Wart?<br />
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Jack had been busy whipping out an equation about Christmas...not sure it helped him much though. Seems a bit confusing.<br />
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And. we had an appearance from Mr. Oogie Boogie himself...tossing his dice, trying to keep his bugs in line...<br />
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Jack's Christmas decorations are a bit out of hand...To make this guy show up under black light, I painted him with GID paint. Yup, I did. All those needles. That's dedication for you.<br />
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This trio of ghosties were jelly fish in my Pirates of the Carribean haunted house...reuse, recycle. So cool to be able to use them more than once!<br />
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There's actually a trio of these reindeer, but you get the idea.<br />
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Scary teddy is my favorite Nightmare toy. He turned out so awesome! Love him.<br />
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Some more toys Jack loaded on the coffin sleigh. Hubby made the coffin for me a few haunted houses ago, and it sure has come in handy, as a coffin, as a coffin boat for a skeletal pirate, and now as Jack's sleigh!<br />
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And Jack himself made an appearance, singing his little heart out. so nice of him to take some time and delight the kids with his Master of Frightfulness : )<br />
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Welcome one and all to <a href="http://www.wewriwa.com/">Weekend Writing Warriors</a>, the Millie Burns snippet edition. On this here blog, you'll find my snippet of work, from my WIP. If you follow the link above, you'll find oodles of other snippets to read. All manner of genre's represented, by so many talented authors. Click the link to learn more.</div>
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Oooh, spooky! It's October already. I love this month and all the spooks and haunts, the tricks and the treats. Nothing tricky about today though, it's <a href="http://www.burnsmillie.blogspot.com/">WeWriWa</a> day! If you want to get a jump-start on trick or treating, follow the above link to a list of authors, that will treat you with their Sunday Snippet either from their released works, or something they're currently working on. If you want to join in on the fun, and become a tricksy author, who's sharing their treats, then click the link, learn how to participate and join us!<br />
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Last week, Seamus was so excited by the apparent acceptance of himself and his father as Selkie men by the two lovely ladies, he started to jig, and then asked Ravyn to join him. We pick up where we left off...<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05551671528722336812noreply@blogger.com34tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8088596454046421037.post-58621811620026732812014-09-27T19:42:00.002-07:002014-09-27T19:43:20.536-07:00WeWriWa - Dance a jig wi' me...<a href="http://www.wewriwa.com/">Weekend Writing Warriors</a>, Welcome. And, if you aren't a warrior, and are wondering what they are, then click the link. It'll tell you how to participate, if you have writing you want to share. It'll also give you a list of some very talented authors, find you some new favorite authors to stalk. Eight sentences of prey to pounce upon per website you choose to click. Some authors lay out mystery, some romance, others toss out some fantasy. There's just about something for everyone!<br />
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Last week, Lareina was allowed to see Murphy turn into a selkie, while Ravyn and Seamus looked on. Lareina thought he was amazing and wasn't scared at all. Let's see how this bit continues : )<br />
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da, I tol’ ye!”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Seamus jumped in the
air, clicking his heels out to the side.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>He lifted up on his toes and drew his right knee up high in the
air, swinging it forward then backward and out to the side before spinning a half step around. Ravyn watched his feet flying over the wooden floor as he completed a full circle and stopped before her. Seamus reached for her hand, “Come
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enough thing if ye try.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Just follow my
feet, I’ll lead.”</span></span></span></strong>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05551671528722336812noreply@blogger.com33tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8088596454046421037.post-74296032081612797912014-09-20T19:47:00.001-07:002014-09-20T19:48:49.702-07:00WeWriWa - Aur, aur, aurPsst, I've got a secret. I'm gonna share it with you, so lean in close while I whisper it...It's <a href="hthtp://www.wewriwa.com/">Weekend Writing Warriors</a> day!!! Yes, it is. I'm so excited and you should be too. It's like Christmas, you never know what you are going to get when you click the links on the linky list. You might get some sci-fi, or something a bit sensual and spicy. Some links might provide you with giggles, and others might make you sigh. I know you'll find writer's words that sweep you off your feet. Every week, never fails. Even better than Christmas, it comes 52 weeks a year instead of just a single day! If you need further information, click the Warrior link above and it'll take you to the list of writer's you can peruse, and a lot of information should you decide you'd like to participate.<br />
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Last week, Murphy was chastising his son for having seal pelts with him. I've skipped just a few sentences to pick up with Rowan handing his dad the skins and telling him to show Lareina something. Murphy has asked Lareina not to get scared.<br />
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took the pelt from his son and tossed it across his back.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The gray fur covered his skin and his body
elongated and puffed out with fat.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>His
hands and arms shrank back toward his body to then elongate and thin into glossy flippers.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>His feet came together into hind flippers as
his whole body sunk to the floor.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He
grinned up at Lareina, his tiny white teeth showing as his whiskery cheeks
pulled back, “Aur, aur, aur, aur!”<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></span></div>
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marvelous.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>What a wonderful gift--how could that scare me?”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She patted the large gray seal on the head, and bent over placing a gentle kiss upon his nose.</strong></span></span></div>
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threw his shoulders back, “Da, Ravyn thinks I’m amazing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I showed her what I am, and she loves me and
accepts me for it.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He tossed the skins
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does he mean?“ She grabbed Murphy’s arm, squeezing his muscles, “You are every bit a man.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She giggled, laying her head on his shoulder.</span></span></div>
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Last week, we were finishing off a little section of my current WIP that chronicled the interactions of cutie pie Prince Kes and his meanie auntie Zelera. This week, I've moved to a section of story that shows a bit of what Ravyn (the heroine of this tale) and her mother Lareina have been involved with. The ladies boat had been destroyed by a Kraken, and they had been saved by two seals...and now they're on a small island. They've encountered two gentlemen who live on the island...<br />
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<b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;">As they entered the cabin, Ravyn noticed Lareina and Murphy standing close together at the counter, their heads bumped up close to each other. Ravyn heard her mother giggle. Ravyn cleared her throat.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;">“Oh, you’re back...how was your walk?”</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;">Murphy noticed the furs hanging from Ronan’s arm. He glowered at his son. “Are ye nae daft? What are ya thinkin’?”</span></b><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05551671528722336812noreply@blogger.com47tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8088596454046421037.post-59309473314488125182014-08-30T19:38:00.003-07:002014-08-30T19:38:55.727-07:00WeWriWa - I won't make a peep!
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jutted out his bottom lip, opened his
eyes wide and tipped his head down.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“I
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</span><span style="color: black; mso-themecolor: text1;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;"><span style="background-color: black;">“Listen,
you just stay in here and be quiet.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>If
you do that, I’ll make you a special treat.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Would you like me to get you a cookie?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></span></strong><br />
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head down on the pillow and closed his eyes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>“Zzzzz,” he snored.</span></strong> </span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-themecolor: text1;"><span style="background-color: black; color: orange;">So, I'll try to get all around the blogosphere today and type coherently. My middle child will have boarded a flight headed to Ireland for a semester abroad. I will be tired, because I've been to the airport at too damn early in the morning...and I will be trying hard to keep a stiff upper lip. I'm gonna miss her something fierce! Hope you all are enjoying this last day of August!</span> </span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05551671528722336812noreply@blogger.com52tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8088596454046421037.post-59940336997497455222014-08-23T19:25:00.000-07:002014-08-23T19:25:48.585-07:00WeWriWa - I thought this story was about a Prince...
I'm back...did you miss me? Last week, my warrior self was tackling the Sierra Nevada's with a knapsack on my back. Completely off grid. I did however, miss all my fellow warriors, and am glad to be back sharing eight lines from Zelera's Revenge. If you don't know anything about <a href="http://www.wewriwa.com/">Weekend Writing Warriors</a> you should click on the link and find all the other amazing warrior authors sites. There's bound to be a style of writing that your hunkering for.<br />
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Zelera has been trying to tell Kes a story. She stated the prince in her story had a younger brother who was a cheat, and that's why the prince lost his birthright...If you'd like a reminder of what last occurred, click <a href="http://www.burnsmillie.blogspot.com/2014/08/wewriwa-he-cheated.html">here.</a><br />
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<span style="color: black; mso-themecolor: text1;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #8e7cc3;">“Well,
if he used his magic, and it was better and the King liked it more, then how
did he cheat?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Sounds like he won fair
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is nothing fair and square about stealing a birthright.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That’s what she did.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></strong></span></span></div>
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did?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I thought this story was about a
Prince.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></strong></span></span></div>
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she huffed,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“You just go to sleep.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I can’t tell you a story, you’re
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05551671528722336812noreply@blogger.com38tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8088596454046421037.post-85736861350357834942014-08-09T19:54:00.003-07:002014-08-09T19:54:40.064-07:00WeWriWa - He cheated?
It's a wonderful <a href="http://www.wewriwa.com/">Weekend Writing Warrior</a> Sunday. A day to slip along a linky list...at the aforementioned Warrior website, and read to your little hearts content. Find stories, eight short sentences at a time, to whet your literary appetite. Share how the delicacies made you feel with the word chefs, who delight in your comments and feedback!<br />
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Last week, we left little Kes with the blankets pulled over his head, as Zelera tries as patiently as she can to tell him a story so he'll go to sleep. Let's see if she can get more than a word or two out? He he he. If you need to refresh your memory here's a link to last week's <a href="http://www.burnsmillie.blogspot.com/2014/08/wewriwa-someday-im-gonna-be-king.html">eight.</a><br />
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<span style="color: black; mso-themecolor: text1;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong><span style="color: #e69138;">“Now, this
Prince had a brother, a very selfish
ugly brother.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The brother tricked the King, and
pretended to be better at magic, better at studying, better at making people
listen.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He was a cheater,” she seethed.<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></span></div>
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peered over the blanket.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“He
cheated?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Did he use his magic to cheat?”<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></span></div>
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he used his magic to cheat.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Didn’t I
just say that?”<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05551671528722336812noreply@blogger.com42tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8088596454046421037.post-55389866890384312072014-08-02T16:46:00.001-07:002014-08-02T16:48:07.427-07:00WeWriWa - Someday I'm gonna be king!<div>
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It's August already, my how time flies. It's time for <a href="http://www.wewriwa.com/">Weekend Writing Warriors!</a> A day to share eight lines of work published or in progress. Then, using the linky list at the above website...you can click, click, click to your little hearts content, finding such a crazy variety of writing to sample. If this is your first time here, welcome, I'm glad you found us. If you are a returning Warrior, welcome as well, and I'm so glad you came back!</span></div>
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strong and smart? My daddy’s the king,
and he’s strong and smart. I’m gonna be
strong and smart too. Someday I’m going
to be the king!”<o:p></o:p></b></span><br />
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this story? Please keep your mouth shut
tight.” She glared down at him. He drew the blanket up over his head,
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I always love your input, let me know what you think : )</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05551671528722336812noreply@blogger.com48tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8088596454046421037.post-68932189727892942942014-07-26T23:12:00.001-07:002014-07-26T23:12:31.061-07:00WeWriWa - I did promise to be good...<div style="text-align: justify;">
Psst. Hey you, are you looking for a fix? C'mon over here...click this link to <a href="http://www.wewriwa.com/">Weekend Writing Warriors</a>, they'll hook you up. It matters not what kind of intoxication you seek. There are snippets to read that will thrill you, snippets that will give you the shivers, and snippets that strike your funny bone. But be careful...once you click the link, you're likely to do it again, and again. It's addictive, and there's no 12-step program once you're snared--you might just be a lifer. </div>
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I'm picking up where I left off last week. Zelera has been trying to get her nephew Kes to take a nap, and is trying to tell him a story. (Zelera has kidnapped the boy, and is learning a four-year old is not that easy to keep under control). If you want last week's snippet as a reminder, you can find that <a href="http://www.burnsmillie.blogspot.com/2014/07/wewriwa-let-me-tell-you-story.html">here.</a></div>
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her nostrils flared, and a muscle over her eye twitched. “No, this story has nothing to do with you. Now, close your eyes and listen.”<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><b>“Sorry,
meanie auntie. I did promise to be
good...didn’t I?”<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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you did,” she agreed. “Now, this little
prince wanted very much to be the king someday.
He was the first born child, so it was his right.”</b></span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="mso-themecolor: text1;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="color: white;">This week, I'm posting the next eight lines from my WIP - tentatively titled Zelera's Revenge. Kes (a precocious young prince) has been kidnapped by his evil aunt -- Zelera. If you'd like to read previous snippets, they can be found</span><span style="color: #f6b26b;"> </span><a href="http://www.burnsmillie.blogspot.com/2014/06/www.wewriwa.com.html"><span style="color: #f6b26b;">#1 here,</span></a><span style="color: #f6b26b;"> </span><a href="http://www.burnsmillie.blogspot.com/2014/06/wewriwa-what-is-so-funny.html"><span style="color: #f6b26b;">#2 here,</span></a><span style="color: #f6b26b;"> </span><a href="http://www.burnsmillie.blogspot.com/2014/07/wewriwa-no-youre-gonna-eat-me.html"><span style="color: #f6b26b;">#3 here, </span></a><a href="http://www.burnsmillie.blogspot.com/2014/07/wewriwa-was-he-upside-down.html"><span style="color: #f6b26b;">and #4 last week.</span></a><span style="color: white;"> A quick recap of last week, Zelera yanked Kes out from under the bed and dropped him down on his blankets...</span></span></span></div>
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leaned down, her face inches from his own.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Her hot breath huffed against his cheek.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Now,” she grunted, “Let me tell you a
story.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She smoothed back her hair as
she straightened up.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Then her
tall skeletal frame scrunched back down onto the stool.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>She cleared her throat, “Once upon a time, there was a little prince.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></div>
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