General · reading

Teaser Tuesday: Canyons of Night

Teaser Tuesdays is a weekly bookish meme, hosted by MizB of Should Be Reading. Anyone can play along! Just do the following:

* Grab your current read
* Open to a random page
* Share two (2) “teaser” sentences from somewhere on that page
* BE CAREFUL NOT TO INCLUDE SPOILERS! (make sure that what you share doesn’t give too much away! You don’t want to ruin the book for others!)
* Share the title & author, too, so that other TT participants can add the book to their TBR Lists if they like your teasers!


My Teasers:

If it was murder it was by paranormal means and there’s a special department within the FBPI that investigates those kinds of crimes. As it happens, that’s the department I worked for when I was with the Bureau. Yes, sir. I have investigated this kind of thing before.

– Canyons of Night by Jayne Castle/Jayne Ann Krentz/Amanda Quick

IMO, Ms. Krentz has too many alter egos. Also, in case it isn’t clear, the above quote is a bit of dialogue from the book.

General · Short Story · Writing

First Campaigner Challenge: The door swung open

The First Campaign Challenge is:

Write a short story/flash fiction story in 200 words or less, excluding the title. It can be in any format, including a poem. Begin the story with the words, “The door swung open” These four words will be included in the word count.

If you want to give yourself an added challenge (optional), use the same beginning words and end with the words: “the door swung shut.” (also included in the word count)

For those who want an even greater challenge, make your story 200 words EXACTLY!

My attempt at this is exactly 200 words, sans title.

Title: Black Rainbows

The door swung open and he stormed into our bedroom. A black t-shirt dangled from his hand. His bare body glistened from his shower.

“I don’t do black,” he announced.

I lifted my gaze from his junk. “Your mother had it especially made.”

The words “Edward and Sam: 1st Anniversary” were printed on it in large rainbow-colored letters. My name marched up one side; Edward’s marched down the other. I liked it.

“She knows I detest black! She was counting on you to make me wear it.” He glowered at me, as if I’d betrayed him.

She knew; she gave me a white shirt just in case. “There is nothing wrong with black.”

“It’s hideous.”

His dislike of black clothes made no sense. “She’s making a statement. The rest of the family will be dressed in rainbow colors. Let her make it.”

“I don’t want to make any statement!”

“It’ll make your mother happy,” I reminded him.

He grumbled under his breath.

I put my hands on my thighs; his eyes followed my fingers down and lingered a moment too long.

“I’ll make it worth your while to wear the shirt.”

His eyes took on that gleam I loved.

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