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Suddenly The Torches – Stream of Consciousness Saturday #SoCS

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Suddenly the torches lining both walls all lit up as one, startling the young girl. She hadn’t known quite what to expect when she opened the old crypt door, but sudden light sure hadn’t been on the list.  Aryn blinked her eyes as she waited for them to adjust to the light. When she could finally see, she brushed away a cobweb she hadn’t noticed before then crept inside. She had only gone a few feet down the hallway when the crypt door slammed shut behind her, making her jump yet again.

Flustered, Aryn ran back to the door to see if it would open. At first she worried she would be trapped, since she couldn’t find any handles, but after a few moments, her wits came back to her and her thieving skills kicked in. Admonishing herself for panicking and losing control like that, she studied the door, lightly feeling along the designs carved into it, and found the hidden trigger that would open the door.

Heaving a sigh of relief, Aryn returned to making her way down the hallway. It was dusty and littered with rat droppings, as well as the occasional stone that had fallen from the ceiling. After a few minutes, she reached the point where it branched off. She pulled a crumpled piece of old parchment from the leather pouch on her waist and unfolded it. After consulting the fading map on the parchment, she followed the hallway that led to the right.

The torches on the walls continued to light up on the their own as she walked along the winding hallway, following the map as it led her further and further below the ancient city.

As time wore on, Aryn’s anxiety about this treasure hunt grew.  She had no idea where the map had come from, after all. It had just been slid beneath the door of her room at the Golden Dragon Inn along with an unsigned note promising that it would lead to great treasure.

So why had she accepted the challenge? Curiosity? Greed?

As the large chamber at the end of the map finally came into view, Aryn’s second thoughts about the quest were pushed aside.

She stepped into the room and the torches on the walls lit up, revealing all the ornate decorations along the walls and the large sarcophagus at the center of the room. Aryn stood just in the side door and gazed longingly at all the gold and bejeweled decorations that lined the walls adorned the sarcophagus. She longed to be able to take it all with her, but she knew better. Not only could she not carry it all herself, but she knew all too well that there would be traps in the room to stop someone like her from robbing it. There was only one treasure she was interested in taking , and that was the one that was mentioned in the note – the supposedly lost diadem of Queen Marina that had been missing for hundreds of years. If the what the note claimed was true, and the diadem had been hidden in this room, then it could be worth a fortune.

But first Aryn needed to get into the room. And that meant she needed to make sure there were no traps to stop her, first.

She reached into the leather pouch at her waist where here tools were kept.

“Time to get to work,” she told herself.


This post is part of the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, “the first 3 words of the first full sentence” (the book I used was The Hobbit)

The Friday Reminder for #SoCS & #JusJoJan 2020 Daily Prompt – Jan. 11th

 

 

 


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Happy New Year

Wishing one and all a very happy New Year. May 2020 be a great year for you and bring you lots of joy and prosperity.

 

 

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Year Of New – Stream of Consciousness Saturday #SoCS

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The old year goes

And the new year comes

In the cycle of endings

And beginnings

That is life.

Embrace the change

And the new start

The new year brings

And find the new you

That is waiting

Along with it.

 

 

This post is part of the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, “year”:

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Dec. 28/19


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Chronicles of Riss On Sale – $0.99 Early Cyber Monday Sale

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Confronting evil sorcerers. Fighting monsters. Dueling metal golems. Searching for a sea monster. Hunting lost treasure. Finding a missing show dog. Competing in talent contests. Helping lost children. These are just some of the widely varied exploits that the young mercenary sorceress Marissa “Riss” Cobalt shares in this second Adventures in Sorcery book. Riss reveals how she ended up as a mercenary and chronicles some of the many adventures, ranging from fun to serious, that she’s had prior to the events of Kismet and Tell.

 

Guess what? I’ve put the e-book version of my short-story collection, Chronicles of Riss, on sale. This early Cyber Monday sale will run from now through (at least) Cyber Monday. So get it now on Amazon for the low, low price of just US $0.99!

 

(Note: as of 12/13/19, it has returned to regular price)

 

And while you’re at it, why not take a look at my other books, Kismet and Tell and the children’s book The Little Italian Traveling Chair.

 


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Under The Shade Tree – Stream of Consciousness Saturday #SoCS

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“Fine!” she spat angrily into the phone before hanging up. She held it tightly in her hand a couple of moments, as if trying to strangle it, then tossed it aside. She couldn’t believe it was happening. After all these years, that he would do that to her…

She took a few deep breaths, trying to calm down. She needed to get herself together so she could tell the kids without losing it.

She could hear the kids outside playing, so she went out into the backyard to watch. There was a nice, big oak tree at the far end of the yard that seemed to call to her, and she answered it. She crossed the yard and sat beneath it. As she watched her children playing, she let the shade from the tree’s branches hide her tears.

After a while, her tuxedo cat, Dinah, crept up from she knew not where and crawled into her lap. Dinah curled up and purred, and she petted her as she continued to watch the children play without a care in the world.

How nice it would be to be a child like that again, she thought. To have nothing to worry about. To be carefree.

As she sat there under the shade tree, she could feel her eyes growing heavy. Then she felt like she was falling.

With a jolt, she woke up. Gone was the shade tree, Dinah, and her children. Around her was a dark forest. A forest that seemed somehow familiar. Stretching out ahead of her was a dirt path. She followed the path for a ways until she came to a fork in the road. It too seemed familiar. As she was trying to decide which way to go, she thought she saw a white rabbit in a waistcoat hurrying through the trees down the path to the right. The rabbit, too, seemed familiar.

Then she saw a big cat with a large grin materialize in the branches of a tree at the center of the fork. The cat looked at her, and its grin grew larger.

“Ah, welcome back, Alice,” it said with a purr.

Alice blinked, suddenly realizing where she was. She grinned back at the cat and replied, “It’s good to be back.”

 


This post is part of the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, “shade”:

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Nov. 30/19