Flash Fiction: Omen of Seven


Flash Fiction challenge this week was to choose from a list of 10 titles and create a story from that. I rolled randomly and got Omen of Seven (submitted by stella winters). It may be a little rough, but here’s the result.

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Dragon Age, Fanfiction, Telsin Mahariel, Writing

First Impressions

Setting: Dragon Age – During Inquisition (After the Arbor Wilds, but before the defeat of Corypheus) Canon-divergent
Characters: Telsin Mahariel, Zevran Arainai, Abelas
Pairing(s): Zevran&Mahariel, eventual AbelasxMahariel
Rating: Explicit
Summary: Warden Commander Mahariel decides it’s time to meet the Inquisitor, and maybe request some help in finding a cure for the Calling. On her way there, she runs into Abelas and the rest of the Sentinels from the Temple of Mythal.
Genre: Adventure, Smut
Warnings: Game-level Violence, Sexual Content
Word Count: ~5000
Chapter: 1/?

Alright, first chapter is done. There’s some “Antivan” near the end, which is just Google-translated Italian (which means it’s probably wrong), and I have a translation at the very end of the chapter; along with a translation of my attempt at Elven (courtesy of: Katie’s Best-Guess-At-Elvhen). Anyway, please enjoy. :3 This was originally posted on my writing Tumblr blog: Grymmtales.

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Flash Fiction Challenge: The Four Part Story [Part 3]

I’m a little late on this one, but life got in the way. Anyway, I went with the story Miranda by Henry, second part by CJ.


Part 1 (By Henry)

Dearest Charles,

It takes 31 separate steps to set up a proper party, or so Mother always said.  She spent so much time nattering on about how best to do this or that, I don’t know whether she realized that I tuned her out nearly every step of the way.  It wasn’t that I hated her, though I did a little at the time, it was just that there were always things that seemed more important for me to pay attention to.  I think she’d be pleased to know that I’ve come around these days, that I now treasure some of the things she tried so hard to drill into my head.  I’ve only really held onto the most important ones, I think, and a few of the ones that she repeated too many times for me to forget.  What, you ask, brings this to mind today?  The most important of my mother’s lessons: always have fall guys, always have alibis.  I really do think she’d be pleased by how much I’ve put that lesson to good use. Continue reading


Flash Fiction Challenge: The Four Part Story [Part 2]

For the second part of this Flash Fiction Challenge I chose Stephen Seibert’s “Shadows on the Moon” piece to continue. I picked up with Liberty’s POV instead of Darrin’s.

Here’s the first part: Shadows on the Moon

And here’s my addition. 🙂


Liberty kept her gaze straight ahead, hands clasped calmly on the surface of the metal table despite the handcuffs cinched slightly too tight on her wrists. The chances were high that Atmos had Darrin in one of these interrogation rooms as well and she couldn’t, for the life of her, figure out why. It had been about three hours since the last person had been in here to question her, and about five hours since Tynes’ initial inquiries; she could feel the tension building in her neck as irritation started to settle in. Continue reading


Flash Fiction Challenge: The Four Part Story [Part 1]

This is my Part 1 of the challenge. I felt bad for missing the last one, so I used the haunted house sub-genre that I had for this one. I don’t know where this came from, it just sort of happened. :0


Mildred stumbled tiredly into the sunlit kitchen and used the counter to support her while she prepared a cup of tea. “The hallway walls are bleeding again,” she said through a yawn, gesturing vaguely back the way she’d come.

“What?!” Jalila rushed to the doorway and stuck her head into the hall with a groan. “Dammit, I thought we’d gotten past this.” Her fist connected with the doorframe in irritation, a frown pulling at her lips. “We agreed on no more bleeding!” she hollered.

A sound echoed down from the upper floors of the old house and slowly the blood running down the walls began to disappear. Jalila rolled her eyes skyward and made a gesture as if to say ‘why do I put up with this shit?’ before settling back into her seat to finish breakfast. Continue reading

Percival Knight, Writing

Flash Fiction: Betrayal, A Lost Comic Book & A Shoebox Full of Photographs

Flash Fiction Challenge from Chuck Wendig. This is my first attempt at a Flash Fiction Challenge, and I started a bit late in the week. Scrambling to get this done was a bit rough, but I came in just above 900 words and I tried to do a subtle betrayal instead of an outright one, but I’m not sure if it was too subtle.. boo.


The light jingle of the shop’s bell drew Percy’s attention away from the ledger, one dark eyebrow twitching upwards in interest. He extracted himself from the worn wingback chair with some effort; one didn’t simply sit in that chair anymore, they sank into it hoping that when the time came they could leverage themselves out without injury.

“Excuse me,” came a soft female voice as he pushed his way through the curtains separating the front of the shop from the back, “I heard you could find things,” the way she emphasized the last two words caused him to hesitate before stepping up to the counter. Continue reading

NaNoWriMo, Writing

Gotten a bit behind…

I’m a bit behind in NaNoWriMo, but I’m doing WAY better than I did the last two years and so far I count that as a win. Started taking my laptop and notebook to work with me to try and do some writing during breaks. Even if it’s 100-200 words for that time, it’s still more words than if I didn’t do it. I underestimated how tired I was going to be the first month of my third Trimester (which is conveniently November), so sometimes it’s hard to sit and focus when all I want to do is take a damn nap.