Author: Beth
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Gentle Prompting
By now I’m sure anyone reading this has noticed the Friday updates. I hope you’re enjoying them, too. I’ve never used writing prompts before. I never felt like I needed them or had time for them, since I was always so focused on other things. Then at the beginning of… Read the rest…
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Colors
“Focus!” Filadiel grimaced as his teacher’s shout caused him to lose just that. His awareness of the power around him faded, light seeping back into his eyes. He knew it was there, even without the colored reflection dancing on the surface of the water. His teacher sighed, raising her arms… Read the rest…
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Dance like no one’s watching
I was twelve when Dance Dance Revolution first reached the US, though the game didn’t gain steam in our area until I was closer to sixteen. Like many things in my household, it was something disregarded as “ridiculous” early on. A video game where you have to move? Giant metal… Read the rest…
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She studied her face in the mirror
It proved difficult to study the color of her own eyes. Each time she tried to focus on a new point in either iris, her eyes flickered and lost focus, breaking her concentration. And she could only study one eye at a time, a quirk of vision that had never… Read the rest…
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Gale’s Gift e-Book now available
Now that it’s been blogged and some people have read it and messaged me about the story, it’s interesting to look back at the project that was Gale’s Gift. I didn’t speak much about the story before putting it out there, so here are some tidbits about the novelette: Gale’s… Read the rest…
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Gale’s Gift: Chapter Four
“Hold on,” Morghram murmured, reining his horse to a halt. Eona stopped behind him, clutching the pommel of her saddle. Four days of riding had made her more comfortable on horseback, but she still looked nervous any time her horse moved without direction, and her gelding pranced in place. They’d… Read the rest…
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Gale’s Gift: Chapter Three
After a day of walking, Morghram reconsidered; traveling would not be the easiest part. Eona didn’t complain, but by midday, she winced and whimpered and limped along behind him. He expected sore feet, though not so early in their trip, and her pace only slowed further as her energy ran… Read the rest…
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