After admitting defeat yesterday, I read through the story I submitted to Xchyler Publishing’s anthology contest and saw how much work it needed, especially in the beginning. I was still glad that I submitted, but even more resolute to improve it and re-submit.
That all changed (well not the improve part) this morning when I was greeted by an email from Xchyler Publishing listing me among the eight WINNERS OF THE CONTEST!!!
I really needed this boost today, and it also happens to be my wife’s and my anniversary.
Thank you Lord for taking caring for my feeble heart. This will be a new adventure!
So I haven’t been posting on here much. I’ve been busy with the real world and networking among other aspiring authors.
Part of that networking has led to the impulsive decision to submit to Xchyler Publishing’s call for anthology pieces for which the deadline is the end of this month. That’s just a couple weeks!
I’d love to get some help from any of my followers in the form of beta-reading. My story is approaching 4K words now. The first draft should be ready for criticism by this weekend.
I need some volunteers to read my submission and tear it to shreds. I want this to be good so I need outside eyes to see the flaws. In return I will gladly do the same for you anytime you ask! Ask anyone I’ve read for and they’ll tell you I’m a brutal and make it worth it.
Anyone interested in a dark werewolf-type tale of mystery and horror drop a comment below right away!
Random Image SciFi Writing Contest #2 progress:
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Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4,
With a shaking hand Amaleia took the paper from her uncle. He didn’t wait for her to read it but turned and silently left the room, leaving her alone with the documents, the letter and her nurse.
My Dearest Amaleia,
As your father I want you to know that you have grown to be nothing less that the living visage of your departed mother. How I loved her, and how I have always loved you. Over the next weeks I may be coming and going a lot, my business keeps me from you at times but do not think that I ever stop thinking about you. I’ve hired a nurse to be with you through this time of coming and going. Her name is Nan, and I expect her to arrive any day. Please make her welcome and obey her like the good little girl I know you are. I will return from Marosea soon, and we will have a picnic among the scarps as soon as I return, I promise.
With all my Love,
Random Image SciFi Writing Contest #2 progress:
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3,
“Amaleia!” cried her uncle in surprise, “What are you doing here! And un-covered!”
A moment ago Amaleia cared nothing about custom or decency. But face to face with her suitor, Duke Baragen, her inhibitions began to undermine the rage that impassioned her.
“I- I’m sorry Uncle,” she replied making some attempt to conceal her face with the wide brim of her hat. Her fiancé likewise looked away and covered his face with his hand.
“I’m sorry- but I demand to know what this business is about selling my estate, my home!” Continue reading
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“I’m so sorry I’ve been away,” Amaleia sobbed into the creatures neck. “Everything just gets so different when you grow up.”
The horse snorted in comfort and began to lead her away from the pool. She followed with her hand on his back walking silently through the caves. The lantern she brought cast a warm light on the walls and made the shadows sway as it dangled by her side.
At first she merely enjoyed the presence of her friend as they walked in silence. But soon she found that they were in an unfamiliar part of the cave. Amaleia had thought that they had explored every nook and cranny of the expansive tunnels together. She slowed with caution, but the red horse continued its steadfast pace. Was he leading her somewhere? With a brief jog Amaleia rejoined her friends side.
I’m still working on this entry to the Random Image SciFi Writing Contest, but its getting so long no one will read it in one go, so I’m breaking it up into parts. Here is the second:
“Child,” she said softly in her crackled voice, “give me your ear.”
Amaleia felt the delicate touch Nan’s soft knobby fingers on her ear, a sign that she had learned in her youth meant Nan had something important to say.
“You have not walked in a long time, and the future is never clear.”
“Oh Nan,” corrected Amaleia, “I shan’t be gone long. We will return once the honeymoon is over.”
“Walk today child, your friend misses you. You cannot tell how things will change.”
Amaleia started. Did Nan know that secret from her childhood? Her long walks in the wild parts of the estate were no secret to the servants of the household. They had begun when her father died. She found solace in the solitude of the wilderness, but that was not all she had found. How could Nan have known?