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Thoughts, reflections, short stories and articles from the writer Cindy Hargreaves.
Showing posts with label Caprice Fiction. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Caprice Fiction. Show all posts
Sunday, 4 March 2012
Xoe Mackenzie
Thursday, 12 January 2012
Writing challenge for 2012
My writing challenge for 2012 is to write one short story per week of 2000 to 5000 words.
The challenge consists of:
I will write 2000 to 5000 words a week, writing fiction. This is broken down to 400 to 1000 words per day for 5 days a week. And that is doable, even when I am editing.
Is there anyone else going to join my writing challenge?
The challenge consists of:
I will write 2000 to 5000 words a week, writing fiction. This is broken down to 400 to 1000 words per day for 5 days a week. And that is doable, even when I am editing.
- I would like to have 1 completed short story each week to be published the next week after editing.
- I would like to sell a minimum of 445 copies of these short stories each week.
- a minimum of 2000 to 5000 words.
- part of a series or they can be stand alone stories
- RRP of NZD $0.99 each
- paranormal, paranormal romance or romance genre
- 1 completed each week
Is there anyone else going to join my writing challenge?
Monday, 12 December 2011
Heartbreak Guitar- Chapter 1
Chapter 1
When I have updated the whole file I will add the buy now buttons here. But in the mean time enjoy the full chapter 1
Tears dripping down her check, her heart aching. Xoe held the
picture to her chest. She couldn’t believe he was dead. Her first love, her
first friend, her first mentor. He had meant so much to her, yet he had been a
part of her life for so little.
She could ask why. Why Marcus? Why couldn’t it have been one of the
others. But she knew that was pointless. Life was cruel and viscous at times.
Wednesday, 9 November 2011
Year 1 Day 1 LunchTime
This is another part of that story I started yesterday. I will be filling in the inbetween and the end of this scen at some stage. Keep your eyes peeled. Unedited and un read.
Ajax stood in the doorway to the food hall, if she had bothered to look at the people walking past her she was sure that they would be laughing at her. Because she stood there like a goober and gauked. The room was massive so many tables, so many people, so much food. She had a reason for standing there, she wanted to see how things were done. Her stomach was growling, but she was so nerviouse what if she did something wrong?
Thursday, 27 May 2010
Print Copy Now Available
*Happy dance* got Children of the Curse (the prelude to the series) back from the printers yesterday. It is now available from my companies website.
I am in the final editing stages for Shield of Darkness: Book 1, and I am about to send an email to the printer with an art brief for the cover.
And I am working on the outline for Memory and Power: Book 2
I am in the final editing stages for Shield of Darkness: Book 1, and I am about to send an email to the printer with an art brief for the cover.
And I am working on the outline for Memory and Power: Book 2
Saturday, 8 May 2010
Wing Tag
Short Story about Klarissa and Clayton; set just after she met Evan, they are having fun playing a childish game of wing tag.
Wing Tag
Klarissa squealed and took off flying her brother close behind her, they were playing wing tag. They hadn’t played in years, not since they were kids, and life had been simpler. But she had to admit even though they were grown up now it was still so much fun.
The flying, spinning, ducking, crashing, the simple freedom . Klarissa barely got out of Clayton’s reach because she was night dreaming. “Ha, you gota do better than that if you want to catch me. Hey, that’s cheating,” she squealed in laughter as her brother threw water bombs at her.
“Was just seeing if you were awake, coz it sure looked like you were night-dreaming. You weren’t dreaming about that guy you’re crushing on were you,” Clayton teased his own laughter rumbling out. It was his turn to dodge the power ball that Klarissa hurled at him.
“No, shut up, I’m not crushing on anyone. Why? What makes you say I’m crushing on someone?” Klarissa was indignant, yet at the same time embarrassed. There was a new guy hanging around Night Crawlers, and he was mighty fine to look at. In fact he was H-O-T hot. She would have to be more careful to keep her thoughts to herself.
“See, there, you get this red tinge to your checks, Klarissa and Mr Hottie up the tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G, oye cut that out,” Clayton laughed as Klarissa sent a succession of power balls at him. “That hurt.”
“Wimp, suck it up,” Klarissa squealed again as Clayton sent one of her power balls back to her. Quick as lightning she rolled away, and flashed to just behind her brother, she then proceeded to tickle him without mercy. Until they both fell to the ground in a tangle of wings.
“How you doing Boo?” Klarissa asked after they had made themselves comfortable on their backs on the ground.
“Good the job at Tryennur Goth Library is going really well, thanks for helping me get the job,” Clayton said as he snuggled into the fragrant grass under his back, and looked up at the night sky.
They settled into a companionable silence side by side, siblings united for now and forever.
Wing Tag
Klarissa squealed and took off flying her brother close behind her, they were playing wing tag. They hadn’t played in years, not since they were kids, and life had been simpler. But she had to admit even though they were grown up now it was still so much fun.
The flying, spinning, ducking, crashing, the simple freedom . Klarissa barely got out of Clayton’s reach because she was night dreaming. “Ha, you gota do better than that if you want to catch me. Hey, that’s cheating,” she squealed in laughter as her brother threw water bombs at her.
“Was just seeing if you were awake, coz it sure looked like you were night-dreaming. You weren’t dreaming about that guy you’re crushing on were you,” Clayton teased his own laughter rumbling out. It was his turn to dodge the power ball that Klarissa hurled at him.
“No, shut up, I’m not crushing on anyone. Why? What makes you say I’m crushing on someone?” Klarissa was indignant, yet at the same time embarrassed. There was a new guy hanging around Night Crawlers, and he was mighty fine to look at. In fact he was H-O-T hot. She would have to be more careful to keep her thoughts to herself.
“See, there, you get this red tinge to your checks, Klarissa and Mr Hottie up the tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G, oye cut that out,” Clayton laughed as Klarissa sent a succession of power balls at him. “That hurt.”
“Wimp, suck it up,” Klarissa squealed again as Clayton sent one of her power balls back to her. Quick as lightning she rolled away, and flashed to just behind her brother, she then proceeded to tickle him without mercy. Until they both fell to the ground in a tangle of wings.
“How you doing Boo?” Klarissa asked after they had made themselves comfortable on their backs on the ground.
“Good the job at Tryennur Goth Library is going really well, thanks for helping me get the job,” Clayton said as he snuggled into the fragrant grass under his back, and looked up at the night sky.
They settled into a companionable silence side by side, siblings united for now and forever.
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