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Flash: David B. Coe Con Challenge One

During ConCarolinas 2013, I added a panel where David B. Coe promised provided a series of writing challenges to help those in attendance develop tone, dialog, and voice skills. This is the first of three postings related to the challenges.

1) “Write a scene of about 250 words, or one manuscript page.  It doesn’t have to be a complete scene — it’s more a vignette really.  Put in some description, some character work, maybe some dialog.  It’s really up to you what direction you take it in.  But when it’s done, I want you to replace a single word in each sentence or clause. (I say clause, because sometimes in a multi-part sentence changing one word won’t be enough.)  The changes should be designed to alter fundamentally the tone of the piece.  So if it started dark, use the changes to make it lighter.  If you started light, go the other way.  One word in each clause.  It might not be entirely enough, but that’s okay.  The idea is to get you to appreciate the power of a single word choice in setting tone, mood, setting, etc.” (from David B. Coe)

Hunger ripped at her guts. Unexpected and dangerous. Too long, she had concentrated on climbing, digging, escaping. Bloody dirt clumps fell from shredded fingers. Her neck cracked from a sudden jerk. She scented something delicious nearby. Human, young, soft, juicy.

The part of her mind which had tried to keep her in the casket screamed. The rest of her lumbered away from the grave her family had lovingly sentenced her to so many days ago. Food was nearby. (words 78)

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Hunger ignited her guts. Surprising and dangerous. Too long, she had fixed on climbing, digging, escaping. Bloody dirt clumps fell from frayed fingers. Her neck cracked from a sudden turn. She scented something tempting nearby. Human, young, soft, male.

The part of her mind which had tried to keep her in the casket whimpered. The rest of her slid away from the grave her family had lovingly laid her in so many days ago. A meal was nearby. (words 78)

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The changed I aimed for: unthinking to thinking. Continued from the Waking Up Dead flash.

(First published 6/12/2013; republished in new blog format 4/16/2017)

Editing Rants: Oxford Comma Rules!

Image acquired from the Internet Hive Mind

It’s official; the Oxford comma rules! Yes, a Maine Court on March 13, 2017 ruled in favor of a labor dispute based on the Oxford comma.

Happy, happy dance. Read all about it here: “A court’s decision in a Maine labor dispute hinged on the absence of an Oxford comma“

…. why no, I am not obsessed about the Oxford comma in the least.

Previous comma posts are here: Editing Rant: Clean up #1 – Commas; Editing Rant: No just no; Other Cool Blogs: Pictures.

(okay, maybe a little)

Flash: Lips

Rating: Mature

The mesmerizing lips drew back redder than when they approached. Julia compelled her eyes open with difficulty; her last orgasm was still rifting through her body. She barely felt the ropes tying her wrists and ankles that kept her body attached to the chair even when her spine had bent in half from pleasure.

Kade’s tongue flicked out to gather the salty red moisture before it dripped. Julia’s eyes watched the motion and her nipples tightened. As he continued to back up, she tried to focus on those behind him. Every time she looked at him all she wanted to do was beg for more. Oh God, so much more.

He only had a taste. A quick bite. The movement of his finger tracing his lips as he considered her with black alien orbs brought her eyes back to the most wonderful, pleasurable, frightening thing in her world. Her breath was drawn from her. His teeth so perfect.

Breaking contact, Kade’s black eyes became engrossed by the single drop of blood left on his index finger.

Julia heard the scraps and movements of others in the room. She searched inward for terror. The kidnapping, the ride, the punches, and being tied up. She had wanted to scream and scream and could not. She tried to struggle and could not.

Now satisfaction provided calm and languish to her mind and muscles. She could scream now but didn’t want to. Too much effort. The logical part of her mind tried to prod the emotional side to panic with no avail. Eventually it gave up.

Trying to puzzle out the black and the beings inhabiting it would take energy Julia no longer had. She felt so good. The easiest thing to focus on was Kade’s lips.

“My dear little angel,” the lips formed words. “You are a tasty treat like few others.”

The head and body turned denying her view of the lips for a precious few seconds. “I wish I had known,” Kade projected to the four corners as he spun. “I wouldn’t have a called for a joint feast but kept this morsel for myself.”

Kade knelt in front of her and whispered; the sound still carried. “But I did and I will not renounce my invitation to share.”

She watched as the lips approached, hoping. She moaned as they drew back when he stood from paradise lost.

“Harris, Pascal, Eugene. Please, my friends, partake a sip. Remember to leave enough for the others to savor.”

 (words 415 –  originally appearing at Sunday Fun on Breathless Press 1/20/2013 -The original photo was of unknown copyright so did not put on my site – published on old blog 1/20/2013; republished in new blog format on 4/9/2017)

Other Cool Blogs: Magical Words May 8, 2014

Amazon Cover for: This Crumbling Pageant

Write Scared

Award winning screenwriter and best-selling novelist Patricia Burroughs did a guest appearance on Magical Words in 2014 as part of a book tour for This Crumbling Pageant. The blog “Of Adders and Writing Process” meanders for a while, setting the stage. But she eventually cracks down to her take away advice:

…As a writer, you must write those scenes that scare you. … Write about whatever your story requires and your characters deserve, especially if the thought of putting those words on <paper> terrifies you. Write the scenes you are afraid people will judge you for. … If your book needs them, if your characters deserve them, you have to write them…

You can read the full posting and related comments here: s/

WRITING EXERCISE: Look over your body of work. Have you ever written scared? Have you ever avoided writing scared?