Category Archives: Deleted Scenes/Bloopers

#PhotoStoryPrompt – Tunnel Vision Pt. 2

This is a follow up to Tunnel Vision.

 

“Maybe we were too late?” Sarika threw her makeshift staff into the woods. “It did take us a while to find this place.”

“The man said she would leave a sign if she arrived before us and had to leave.” Ash gestured at the walls around them. “There’s nothing here.” She shook her head. “Something’s happened to her, I know it.”

Fumé?”

Ash closed her eyes, and turned her focus inward, searching. “I don’t know,” she said, finally. “I can’t tell if it’s that, or just basic instinct. But there is something off around here.” She opened her eyes again, walking to the mouth of the tunnel. A cool puff of wind twined around her neck, ruffling the choppy edges of her hair at the back of her neck. She lifted her hand, trailing her fingers through the current of air as it passed by, and frowning when she felt the way it suddenly shifted. Instead of continuing on its path, it turned back, curling around her like a child in need of comfort. “What-?” Behind her, she heard Sarika’s footsteps as she moved closer. Pushing the sound away, Ash concentrated on the quicksilver flashes of emotion the wind buffeted her with. Anger, distress, fear…so much fear. And underneath it all, sorrow. She bowed her head.

Choti bahana?

Ash looked over her shoulder at Sarika. “We only checked the forest for the living.”

Sarika stared back at her for a moment, face blank. Then she lunged.

Ash didn’t fight as she felt her sister’s fingers dig into her shoulder. The familiar sensation of being pulled through a tunnel of air surrounded her, and then she was stumbling, tripping after Sarika out of an alley and down the stairs of a nearby subway station. As she caught up, she heard her sister muttering under her breath, curses in English spattered throughout their native Hindi.

Bright purple petunias poked up between the cracks in the sidewalk as they passed.

 

[Deleted Scene] Etlan

Thank you, Facebook memories for this gem.

A deleted scene from Etlan – Book 1: Storm Warning.

A stuffed animal hit the back of her head. “What the-?” She turned and stared incredulously at Kerry. “You’re supposed to be helping me figure this crap out, not using me for target practice! What the hell kind of friend are you?” She ducked as a purple rabbit flew by.

“The kind that isn’t gonna sit here and listen to you whine.” Kerry held up a green teddy bear. “And has a fully stocked arsenal of plush projectiles.” She grinned. “So…go grab a notebook and start writing, or does Good Luck Bear need to get up close and personal with your face?”

[When Love Dies] Blooper.

Okay, so one of my beta readers, Erwin, is obsessed with Vikings. He’s constantly suggesting I add more vikings to whatever I’m writing, regardless of  genre/format/etc.. Don’t ask me, I don’t get it. I like the mythology, runes, and the way Chris Hemsworth looks as Thor, but that’s where my interest ends.

Anyway. So while writing Chapter 2 of When Love Dies, I came to a block in the flow, and Erwin once again started suggesting that I add vikings. This is what came from that. Enjoy.

(Spoilers for Chapter 2)

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With Friends Like That…

Random bit of brain-droppings (as a friend called it)

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“This is all your fault!”

My best friend slid into the booth next to me and signaled for the waitress blithely. “My, don’t you look cheery today. What’s wrong? A little too much urine in your breakfast cereal of choice?”

“My dog is dead; my wife has left me; my family is two heartbeats from disowning my ass; the family preacher won’t return my phone calls; and it is All. Your. Fault.”

“You don’t know he’s dead…he probably just ran away.” My friend didn’t even bother looking at me. “Your wife has, literally, slept with just about every man in town, and half the women; your family are a bunch of hypocrites, and your preacher is a sanctimonious prick.” He shrugged. “So even if it were somehow my fault, and I don’t see how it possibly could be, you should be thanking me, not glaring at me like you’re measuring me for a coffin.”

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In other news, ETLAN is coming along great. Finally got the rewrite done for chapter 4, and the editing is done for up to chapter 9. Yay for progress!

Writing exercises?

This is what happens when friends try to help me get into my character’s mindsets:

Envisioning a scene where your characters are talking … and the Kool-aid guy busts through the wall and yells, “OH YEAH !!!” ……. and then everybody reacts the way they would react .. based on who they are ….

Alex: *grows tree trunks around Mr. Kool-aid, holding him in place*
Emma: I’m getting a cup.
Kerry: Bring me one too?
Emma: Are your legs broke?
Kerry: No, and no, I don’t want them to be, so yes, I’ll get my own damn cup.
Heather: WTF IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE? MR. KOOL-AID JUST BURST THROUGH THE FUCKING WALL, AND YOU’RE GETTING CUPS?!
Emma: ….What? We’re thirsty….it’s kool-aid….