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High Low, High Low – Stream of Consciousness Saturday #SoCS

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“…and when the clock chimed 5, the dwarves stopped work,” Doug said to the little girl, Lea, in the bed beside him. “They put down their tools and marched from the mine, singing their song as they went.”

Outside the bedroom door, Doug’s wife, Elaine, stopped to listen as Doug told the story.

“High low,  high low,” said Doug in a singsong manner, imitating the dwarves, “it’s home from work we go!”

Elaine raised her eyebrows in surprise and stepped inside. “Doug! What are you doing?”

Doug turned to her and replied, “I’m telling her the story of Snow White, of course. Why?”

“But that’s not how the song goes. It’s ‘heigh ho’, not ‘high low’.”

Doug’s brow furrowed in confusion. “Really? I always thought it was ‘high low’.”

Elaine blinked, taken aback slightly. “You did?”

“Sure. After all, they’re dwarves. They dig in a mine, right? That’s way low, underground. And the mine is inside a mountain, which is tall, sticking high up in the sky, right? It makes more sense than ‘heigh ho’, doesn’t it? What does that even mean, ‘heigh ho’?”

Left speechless for a moment, Elaine could only stare at him. She finally found her voice enough to say, “If you say so. Well, it’s your story, Doug. Finish it up. Lea’s waiting.”

Elaine turned and left the room, but stood just beside the door to listen a moment longer.

Lea gazed up at Doug expectantly, and Doug continued.

“When the dwarves finally made it outside the mine, they ran as quickly as they could toward home, where the princess, Snow White, would be waiting for them with the dinner she had promised to fix them.

“A loud roar from above brought them to a sudden stop, and they looked up to see a black dragon circling high overhead. With cries of fear, the dwarves looked about for the nearest hiding place, but all they could find were some bushes, low to the ground. They crawled under them as best they could. A few moments later, some armed riders on horseback came charging down the path the dwarves had been on, brandishing weapons and calling angrily to the dragon. The lead rider was an old man with a long white beard and wearing a white wizard’s robe.”

Elaine rolled her eyes and left, leaving Doug to finish his strange version of Snow White alone.

 

 

 

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This post is part of the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, “high/low”:

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Aug. 5/17

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Who’ll Stop The Reign? – Stream of Consciousness Saturday #SoCS

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A light rain fell as the cloaked figure stood at the edge of the cliff and looked down at the sprawling city below him. He could just make out the faint sound of cheering and barely make out movement along the streets as if a parade was marching along.

“There’s not much time left,” the figure muttered, then turned away from the sight of the city and hurried to the white horse grazing a few feet away and climbed up into the saddle. With a deft twitch of the reins the figure sent the horse galloping away from the cliff and down towards the city.

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Within the city, the residents had gathered along the streets to watch the parade go by as the various officials and attendants and military figures led the way to the center of the city and the high priest’s temple, where Prince Alexi was going to be crowned following the sudden and mysterious death a fortnight ago of his father, King Ludwig. Despite various rumors about the prince, the citizens, for the most part, were prepared to welcome Alexi as their new ruler.

There were some who were not so thrilled at the prospect of Alexi’s reign, however. Hidden down some dark alleyways and high up in some attic windows and on rooftops, a ragtag group of dissidents watched the parade and waited.

As the parade drew closer to the temple, the dissidents grew restless.

“Where is he?” one asked of his companion as they waited on a rooftop near the temple. “He’s coming, isn’t he? There’s not much time left.”

The parade, at last, reached the temple, and the prince and his attendants for the ceremony made their way through the dense crowd of spectators and climbed up the steps of the temple. The gilt doors swung open to allow admittance.

As they were about the enter the holy building for the coronation, the sound of heavy hooves beating on the cobblestone street was heard, followed by the sounds of startled spectators hurrying out of the way.

A loud and angry cry of  “ALEXI!” drew the attention of the prince and his group. They turned and watched in surprise as a cloaked figure rode a white horse up the steps of the temple. When it reached the top, the figure reined the horse to a stop and jumped to the ground. In a flash, it reached beneath its cloak and drew forth a long sword.

“I will not allow you to become king, Alexi,” the figure said, pointing the sword towards the prince. “I will put an end to your reign of terror here and now, before it can begin.”

“Oh, is that so?” Alexi said with a sneer and drawing his own sword from the sheath at his waist. “And who are you to think you can stop me taking the crown and ruling?”

The mysterious figure reached up and pulled off his cloak, and a collective gasp of surprise echoed up from the crowd, as well as from those on the temple steps.

“Prince Henri!” cried out many from the crowd. Alexi

Alexi recovered after a second. “Henri,” he said with a frown. “So, you managed to survive your accident after all.”

“You know very well it was no accident, little brother. And now I’ve come to take my rightful place on the throne.”

With a scowl, Alexi raised his sword. Henri readied his. Giving a savage cry, the two princes charged at each other as the light rain over the city began to fall heavier.


 

This post is part of the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, “rain/rein/reign”:

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS June 24/17


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In The Beginning – Tell A Story Day 2016

Well, today is once again Tell A Story Day, but unfortunately, I didn’t remember in time to come up with a story, so I’m resharing this one from last year.

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So, I found out a couple of days ago that today is Tell A Story Day. I had been playing around with the idea for a story the last few days, so I decided to use it for Tell A Story Day and share it here and treat you all to a BRAND NEW story featuring my mercenary sorceress character, Marissa Cobalt (star of Kismet and Tell and Chronicles of Riss)! Enjoy!

In The Beginning:

An Early Adventure in Sorcery

Sunlight glinted on the blue water of the Incara Ocean. The day was beautiful, bright and sunny. There was a light warm breeze that blew my long blue hair into my face, but I didn’t mind. I just stood at the railing of the ship and stared out at the water. I’d never seen the ocean before, and my fourteen-year-old self couldn’t get enough of the sight.

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Available Now – Chronicles of Riss: Adventures in Sorcery Paperback Edition

It’s here! It’s finally here! Woohoo!

What is? The paperback edition of my book, Chronicles of Riss: Adventures in Sorcery, that’s what! After debating it for a while, I finally decided to have a paperback version of this short story collection. And now it’s here and Chronicles of Riss is no longer only available as an ebook. Now, those of you who prefer to hold an actual book in your hand to read instead of an e-reader can enjoy this book full of fun, fantastical adventures.

 

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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.

 

 

 

 

Get it now on Amazon by clicking here.

You can get the ebook version on Amazon here and at other online bookstores, like Barnes & Noble.


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7 Reasons Not to Anger an Illusion Caster

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You might laugh at the gnome making funny illusions in the bar.  Right now, he’s trying to win the heart of a lovely woman.  That’s the mood you want him to stay in.  There are many reasons not to anger a master of manipulating reality.  Sure, you might be able to see through the spells, but can you do it before you’re defeated?

  1. Illusionists may affect the senses, but that can trigger other reactions.  Allergies are one option if you’re going for pranks.  Another is using illusions to physically push a target to the point of collapse.  If you can’t summon ghosts then make some of your own. A dragon might be tough, but you can always have only the head come bursting through the wall.  This is extra deadly if you have a heart condition.
  2. You will never live down the picture of you making out…

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Preparing a Fantasy Thanksgiving Dinner

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Celebrating Thanksgiving in a fantasy world?  Follow these steps for the perfect meal that promises to be delicious, affordable, and minimal on casualties.

  1. Stock up on healing potions.  These can help with the prep work, family fights, bandit raids, food poisoning, and zombie turkeys.
  2. Hunt down your own turkey to save money for the other dishes.  They’re fairly plentiful in certain regions, so some traveling might be needed.  It is not recommended to use magic or anything else that obliterates the animal.
  3. Apologize to the griffin you mistook for a turkey and run.
  4. Find wild yams for mashing.  Earn extra money by doing this in public and claiming to be a stand-up comedian.  Due to copyright issues, always refuse to add a watermelon to your act.
  5. Buy green beans to steam.  What could go wrong?
  6. Finish wrapping scalded hand.
  7. Make bacon and eat most of it.  Give last…

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