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November 12, 2019 Carin Marais

NaNoWriMo 2019 Update and Other Stories!

October 28, 2019 Carin Marais

Flash Fiction: A Cup of Tea

October 18, 2019 Carin Marais

Flash Fiction: The Souls of Trees

October 3, 2019 Carin Marais

Flash Fiction: Beacon

September 27, 2019 Carin Marais

Flash Fiction: And the Shadows Danced

August 19, 2019 Carin Marais

Flash Fiction: It Began With a Whisper

August 14, 2019August 12, 2019 Carin Marais

Flash Fiction: White Horses

Blog header Flash Fiction The Statue
July 18, 2019July 18, 2019 Carin Marais

Flash Fiction: The Statue

Blog header flash fiction The Stairs
July 4, 2019 Carin Marais

Flash Fiction: The Stairs

July 3, 2019July 3, 2019 Carin Marais

Flash Fiction: The Path

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Although I haven't crafted as much this year as I usually do and didn't finish all the projects that I wanted to, I am starting to knit and crochet (specifically) more now that the year is slowly winding down. I do have a few gifts that I want to finish by Christmas as gifts, but I'm afraid I've already told my aunt that their throw is going to be an IOU gift next year as there is no way that I can finish that much crocheting in the time left before Christmas. At least, not if I want to have it all done neatly and actually make it with love and not finish it highly irritated on Christmas Day kind of thing! I will be showing some more of my crafting as well on here — I just need to actually remember to take the photos! I'll also be resurrecting my 'Trebles On My Mind' blog — but only next year. For now, I am enjoying my time creating and really looking forward to resting a bit as well! . #creating #crafting #knitting #knit #crochet #hekel #brei #ammaking #Christmascrafts #blogging #writing #papercraft #quilling
The Christmas tree is up! 🥰🥰🥰🌲🌲🌲🌲 It's really starting to feel like Christmas now! #christmas #Christmas2019
How is it 22 November already?! While the going is still quite slow on Knowledge Stones, I am still hopeful that I can finish it by the end of November. At the very least before Christmas. The first few chapters really need some juggling still, but I've decided to leave that for the editing phase and to stop worrying so much about them for now! I've also realised that I have to change a new secondary character's name because it ended up sounding too close to Trevian's and they're going to share a few scenes. Oops. (Cue the Scrivener name generator.) Other than that, though, I am well on my way with the story again! The biggest "new" challenge for the book will be the ending though, as it sets up the second book but still needs to tie up some loose ends. #fiction #amwriting #writinginstagram #writingcommunity #instawriting #amwritingfantasy #epicfantasy #TheRuonChronicles
The sweltering heat from the summer reflected mirages even in the alleyways where fire escape ladders led from every floor of the tall apartment buildings. She sat on landing of one of the flights of stairs, huddled in the bit of shade that the landing above cast, and stared up at the sky. “They said that there would be a solar eclipse today,” she called through the window to where her family sat, unmoving, in front of the TV. A few grunts told her that they’d heard her. “They say a dragon will eat the sun,” she added softly, hoping that it was true. That a dragon would at least eat half the sun and cool down the oven-like city. She gazed up at the blue sky again, her eyes watching the few cirrus clouds merge and flow in the winds that did not reach to the ground but only mocked from the air. Wiping the sweat from her brow, she closed her eyes and listened to the faint ringing in her ears, imagining that it’s the sound of the ocean. “It’s showing on the TV,” one of her siblings called in their robotic voices. Which one it had been, she could not tell. They had all started to sound the same to her. She scooted out from under the landing into the sunlight and lifted the film in front of her eyes, making sure that she did not look at the sun directly. Slowly, ever so slowly, the dragon appeared and started to gnaw away at the sun. Slowly, ever so slowly, the sun became little more than a sliver, its jagged crescent shape looking like a golden moon. The clouds that had been little more than filaments of white started to pack together, swirling in the unseen and unfelt winds. They drifted to where she was, obscuring the feasting dragon and she removed the film from in front of her eyes. With a last look over her shoulder at the family she no longer felt was her own, she started to climb up the stairs. Around and around she climbed, her feet clanging on the metal, until she reached the roof of the building. There the clouds hung low, as if they were waiting for her. She lingered for a moment on the precipice of the roof’s edge before stepping onto the cloud, her arms outstretched. And she flew. #fiction #amwriting #writing #fantasy #writingcommunity
I remember the world before magic was cast aside. When the sun and the moon was young, when the trees had only blossomed once before and everything was still new. When we walked in thornless gardens drinking dew from clean green leaves and trailed our fingertips along the soft feathers of the peacocks that showed off their bright plumage and sang for the sun. I remember still a song sung by the young silver stars before their light started twinkling and fading. A series of electronic beeps draws me back from my reverie. The memory of the gardens and their hidden paths are replaced by the sticky face of the child who had been trying my patience. “You look funny,” he says, barely taking his eyes from the screen in front of him. “So do you,” I say. The bright spark of magic that I would have expected to see behind his eyes, that flicker of memory all children had of the world before, wasn’t there. “Do you believe in magic?” I ask. He laughs an adult’s laugh. “Of course not.” “Look at me,” I say. “Really look at me, and tell me I still look funny.” The child’s mother glares at me, her eyes briefly lifting from her own screen, but the child pauses whatever he’s busy with on the screen and looks at me. “You just look,” he searches for a word that’s no longer in the vocabularies of the world. “You just look off. Like you don’t belong here.” I feel the tears burn my eyes. “You’re right. I don’t belong here.” “Where are you from?” the mother asks. She doesn’t look up. “East of the sun, west of the moon." The mother mutters something to her child about mental illness and how he should leave me the hell alone. The song of the stars stirs in the depths of my memories. I start to sing it softly, my tongue soon remembering the strange lilting, lingering sounds of their language. On the screen in front of me the picture of the plane is still over the waters of the Atlantic, tracing our route as we go. Above the din of the engines, I hear the stars answer. I remember the world when the sun and the moon was young, when we walked hand in hand, following the gardens’ hidden paths. And I wondered if you remembered. #fiction #fantasy #writingcommunity #writing
“And then we burned our tiny worlds and found the ocean just beyond those paper walls.” - @radicalfaceofficial, The Ship in Port It’s strange how songs’ meaning can change over time, much like you find something new in a book you’ve read many times. Sometimes a line, a verse, an emotion jumps out at you and you wonder how you could ever have listened to it any other way. On Saturday (23 November 2019) it will be exactly 10 years since my mother passed from cancer. Even now, the pain is still acute whenever I think of her and I wonder if it will ever fade. Just a few months ago, my hand was reaching out to the phone to quickly tell her some exciting news before my brain clicked into place, so to speak. Yet, I have to look at all the “travels” that have happened since then. Since I really felt as if my world had burned around me to leave me in a pile of ashes. It took a long time to start dancing, to not count every month, every day. Still, I made it through, and can see a future until we meet again. There is an ocean beyond those paper walls. #song #songlyrics #inspiration #musings #remember #memories
The exorcist arrived two hours late. “You know how they are,” Josephine said, wiping her hands on her apron. “And they don’t care about what happens in the small towns.” Obadiah nodded and let out a deep sigh then got up from where he was reclining. He strode towards the exorcist, hat in hand, and greeted him. Dressed in a t-shirt, loose pants, and flip-flops, he got his kit out of the transporter and slung the bag over his shoulder before shaking Obadiah’s hand. “Where is she?” he asked. “Over here,” Obadiah said, leading the Exorcist to a room at the back of the delivery centre. “CJ usually does the mail packages,” Josephine explained, falling in beside them. “With the drought and people moving through, she started looking for a… hobby. She seemed to have stumbled on something while researching the town’s genealogy though.” “Ah, of course. The witch scare of 2136 that turned out to be demons.” “It seems she unlocked something she shouldn’t have. We only realised it once her programming was affected.” The exorcist turned the door handle and entered the makeshift cell. CJ was sitting cross-legged on the floor in the centre of the room. Her head swivelled back to the door as they entered. “Oooh, a new playmate,” she said in a deep, otherworldly voice, and stood in one swift movement. The exorcist sighed, scanning the body for signs of tampering. “You were right not to do a factory reset. They love that. Gives them all the power they want. More than a human can offer.” He opened his bag and she quailed when she saw the crucifix. “Crux sacra sit mihi lux,” the exorcist said and CJ’s body contorted, metal scraping and bending. Josephine looked away, tears in her eyes. #fiction #scifi #sciencefiction #amwriting #writingcommunity #instawriter
I love this quote by @josiahdegraaf - It's also something that I've realised I'm putting into Ruon Chronicles without actively working. There's Darkness (with a capital 'D'), but there's also a fight for justice and goodness at the end of the day. After all, how can writers show what goodness and Good is without showing what evil is? I wouldn't say that it's a series preaching to the reader, more just something that's been developing organically. So many of my flash fiction stories are sad or bittersweet (I have no idea why), that it's quite refreshing to be writing longer fiction where I can better show the struggle between good and evil and not suddenly write Happy People In Happy Town Where Nothing Ever Goes Wrong. 😅 #TheRuonChronicles #fiction #fantasy #amwriting #amwritingantasy #writingcommunity #Instawriter #books #epicfantasy

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