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April 2017

Make A Wish

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Make a wish, then blow

Watch them scatter on the breeze

Landing somewhere free.

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Photograph taken by: Deanna Wiltshire

Location: Komoka Provincial Park, Ontario

Dialogue Prompt: Liar & Thief

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He charged into the room, fist balled at his side, teeth grinding so hard that they could shatter. How could Argo have done that to him? How could he have told the King everything after requesting for the Shadow not to speak a word?

“How dare you!?” Revris grabbed the man by the collar of his cape, pushing him against the stone wall of the tiny office. “She told me I could trust you!”

With a quick flick of the lack to the neck of his cape, Argo slipped free of the large man’s grasp. He scurried under Revris’s arm and across the room, lifting his hands in a form of surrender in hope to lower the tension of the situation.

“Then you’re the fool for trusting a known liar and a thief,” Argo stated, hearing the angered Commander growl before charging again. With another quick dodge of a swinging fist, and a scattered scurry pinning his back to the closed door it was clear his original plan didn’t work. “He was concerned… he’s your father. I told no one else of what we spoke of – I swear!”

 

Taste of Prophecy Six: Ginger Honey Switchel

Prophecy Six Series – Child of the Light – is on sale until April 14th. Since that is going on I thought I’d share with you a recipe that I’ve been using since writing book 2 – Children of Sirphan.

In book two – Children of Sirphan – during Liora’s Name Day, she spends some time working in the garden in Demor. While she is taking a break Marcia comes to keep her company under the shade of one of the merchant carts, offering the girl something to drink. This bitter-sweet liquid is called switchel, a drink similar to Kombucha but not as popular. Unlike Kombucha, Switchel relies on pre-fermented items to create the drink and is actually very simple to make.

Other name’s Switchel is known as is:

  • Haymaker’s Punch
  • Ginger-water
  • Swizzy

The drink is high in electrolyte and is very refreshing on a hot day. It does take time to aquire a taste for the stuff, but it is worth a try.

Now, without further delay. Here is the Ginger Honey Switchel recipe to make your own.

Prep time: 5 mins                        Cook time: N/A                When to Make:  Hot Days!

Ingredients:

2 tbs apple cider vinegar (unfiltered)

3 tbs honey (raw)

2 inch piece of ginger root (fresh, peeled, and minced)

4 cups water (filtered)

1/2 of fresh lemon juice with zest

Items you’ll need:

Knife

Spoon

Cutting Board

Jug

Measuring cup

Measuring spoons

Grater

Instructions:

Mince ginger, juice and zest lemon, and add to a large jar/jug. Add the rest of the ingredients mentioned above to the jug. Stir/ shake well until honey is dissolved. Place in refrigerator overnight. Next day shake well and pour over ice.

Monday Writing Prompt: Feed off People

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He looked over the glass vials and jars that filled her kitchen cabinets. If it wasn’t for the labels the kitchen would be like anyone else he knew. The Goblin Ears and Kitten Tongues that were stored right next to the Sriracha, though was hard to ignore. Although, from everything he had experienced and from what he had learnt from listening to her, Jaya wasn’t one to eat these things.

“I thought you fed on people,” Royce turned, catching the woman glance over her shoulder before going back to making him a cup of tea.

“I don’t feed off people… that’s barbaric. It is their inspiration that satisfies my hunger now-a-days,” she passed him the China cup. The gold trim around the lip of the cup and the delicate flower pattern was beautiful.

“Isn’t their inspiration still part of them?”

“Sure, but it isn’t something a person has to live on like blood or a heart… inspiration is more like a part they secrete like body odor.”

“Delightful…” Royce tried not to turn up his lip at that comparison but the tone of his voice eluded his control.

Jaya chuckled, settling down on the stool near the corner of the kitchen. Her head pressed against the wall as she rested her hands in her lap. He had thought she was going to make herself some tea but then again what was someone who didn’t need to eat human food do with a cut of steaming liquid?

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Prompt of the Day: Home Now Foreign

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This prompt was inspired by my trip back to my hometown. I still know that town inside and out but a part of me now feels like an outsider. I’ve been outside the small town I grew up in, explored new cities, met new people… and now my small town doesn’t feel like my town anymore… is that weird?

Has anyone else felt that before? Let me know in the comments below. 🙂

Prompt of the day: Where are we going?

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This prompt was inspired by the relationship between Norma Bates and Alex Romero in season 5 of Bates Motel – on Netflix. I loved these two and the chemistry they had from the start of the series all the way to the end.

If you haven’t watched Bate’s Motel I highly recommend it. Not only does it stay true to the Psycho (by Robert Bloch) lore but it gives you a better understanding on the characters prior to the book’s story. Also, after watching Bate Motel and following it with watching Psycho you fell more engaged in the story, (just my own opinion).

If you love psychological horror with a good mix of murder mystery Bates Motel is a series to watch. 🙂

ME Andromeda Fan Fiction: Part 2 – The Fall

If you haven’t read the first part of the fan fiction you can find it right

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Like I always do before sharing my writing for the fan fiction, I share with you the game play that inspired it. You can watch it or skip it, the choice it up to you. I just find when you watch the game play you get a better idea of the characters I’m going to write about. Anywho, that’s all for now. Enjoy!

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The Fall

The air smelt stale, as I opened my eyes to find myself not where I thought I would be. The rocky landscape, the zapping echo of lightening, the humming of the monstrous mysterious machinery vibrating through the ground had all gone silent. The only sound I could hear was my heart beating in my ears and the faint whistling breath I released out my nose.

Where was I? This wasn’t Habitat 7 or any place on the Hyperion I knew of. Was I even on the ship? Was I in a room?

Pulling myself to my feet, I tried to find my balance. The empty space made it had to get my bearings but after a faltering step I managed to keep my balance. The black room gave me no clear details of where it began or ended. I could feel my hands and feet but couldn’t see them.

“Transfer at 68%.” That was SAM‘s voice. The computerized harmonics of his voice were distinct enough to recognize, but the volume was almost a whisper.

“SAM, where am I?” I waited for the AI to answer but after a long silent minute I knew he wouldn’t reply. Maybe he couldn’t hear me? Maybe my implant wasn’t working or communications were lost again? “SAM?”

“Transfer at 73%.”

What transfer? Was I being transferred somewhere? Was I locked in some kind of chamber for quarantine? Sure, that last idea was possible with the dangers we came across on the surface. Still, I thought I would remember how I got to this room or what was going on.

I walked towards SAM’s voice, at least I assumed that was the direction SAM’s voice was coming from. The closer I walked the louder his voice became, but before I could call out again I was blinded by a white light. I stepped back, lifting my arms to guard my eyes.

“Sara.” That was dad’s voice.

Unshielding my eyes, I could see we were back on the platform standing before the inner chamber of the tower we had been searching. The humming of the electronics were almost deafening outside, but the moment we stepped into the large chamber everything became muted. There in the center of the room was the large triangular control board, or so we assumed. I felt a pat on my arm, watching my dad walk towards the control board with a smile plastered across his face. Without hesitation I followed on his heels.

“These are the moments that make it all worth while.” He didn’t say it but I heard the words like a memory whispering in the back of my mind. I remembered this room and remembered how dad was able to connect with the control board. He had fixed the weather; stopping the lightening to allow for our shuttle to get off planet.

My stomach turned when a bolting memory shot through my mind. A wave of energy had thrown us out of the room. I had fallen off the platform and landed somewhere below. My throat burned and as I forced myself to swallow I could remember the panic of being unable to breathe.

“Dad, don’t! Something bad is going to happen if you touch that.” I hurried to take his hand, hoping to stop him from reactivating the console. He lifted my hand to the console, before taking a step back. The console hummed louder, as I turned to look back over my shoulder to see my dad was no longer there. Again I was alone.

“Make me proud.” His voice whispered, feeling a pain in my chest like a knife stabbing through my rib cage. There was a high pitch buzzing in my ears as I gripped my head with my hands.

A rush of images darted through my mind – mom, Scott, dad. I saw the Prothean site on Mars and the Citadel where I grew up.

“What’s going on!?” I scream, crumpling to the ground in pain from the buzzing in my head.

“Transfer complete, please stand by.”

 

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