#storyexcerpt

[f-s-arbolaez]

An lightly-edited excerpt introducing the Seekers cult from my story Colonial History. The cult's logo design was done by the talented Hubert Neal Jr. (@hubertdnealjr ) Show some love, follow him, and visit his website here: https://www.hubertnealjr.com/ I wrote out a whole thing but Insta didn't save it when I first posted fsr, so here's a quick thing on the Seekers of Nephiliham: Didn't start out necessarily worshiping aliens due to the vagueness of the founder's prophecy and whackado metaphysical theories, but ended up doing so after the Minare crashed on Earth. I wanted the logo to reflect the Judeo-Christian and New Age elements that were adopted to create the cult. If you are interested in reading what I've done so far, you've got multiple options that you can subscribe to (Subscribing especially unlocks the 'Mature' tagged episodes on Tapas): Standard Online Format: RoyalRoad https://www.royalroad.com/fiction/51862/colonial-history Mobile Format: Tapas https://tapas.io/series/colonial-history/info More Ideal for Publication Format: Deviant Art https://www.deviantart.com/herkyjerky87/gallery/84857983/colonial-history P.S. Does anyone know how to make these web addresses into functional links? Please comment or DM me to tell me how, please? #scifi #novel #human #alien #cult #history #colonial #anthology #research #researcher #scholar #report #story #logodesign #prophet #prophecy #founder #cosmos #craziness #storyexcerpt #logo #design https://www.instagram.com/p/CluVqMau1ab/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[mysterieuxclairdelune]

I don't know if you do asks, and if you don't I'm sorry for bothering you with this but if you do, could you do a web weaving on heartbreak over someone you never dated?

Again I'm sorry if I'm asking and you don't even take asks

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[jlennidorner]

Close Encounters Prompt #WEP #WEPFF #FlashFiction #Scene #StoryExcerpt #Fantasy http://dlvr.it/Sr55sp

[ajtorres0]

How about an excerpt from Chapter 7 of The Call for Finis: Pride. Public executions are gruesome. To read more of #TCfFP, I have 2 excerpts on my blog. Links are in my bio, along with my website. Enjoy. #Bookstagram #Writergram #Read #Reader #Reading #Books #Write #Writer #Writing #Fantasy #WIP #AmReading #AmWriting #NewAdult #NA #Fantasy #Adventure #StoryExcerpt #IndieBook https://www.instagram.com/p/CGDmDp0gpXR/?igshid=14n2v933iivw2

[anna-elizabeth-jason]

An audio excerpt of my nomnomnom John fanfic.

This is the full story:

[wottwin]

Continuing with yesterday's scene, Roland reveals to Kristal why he sought her out after all this time. Search #kristalwithak_story to get filled in on how this silly story got started! . . . #writing #writerscommunity #writelikecrazy #writeon #writingcommunity #readalways #readeverything #strongfemalecharacters #strongfemalecharacter #creativewriting #storyexcerpt #writercommunity #funstory #writingpractice #writingprompt #storyprompt #fictionwriting #fictionwriter #fictionstory #readingcommunity #readers #instawriting #crazystory #amwriting #iwrite #iread https://www.instagram.com/p/B-AO8U4Bqch/?igshid=12234dkh1w0

[sabbathshortstories]

Friend Fiction #52 - Richard | Racing

 From here on out, the entries should be less jumbled. This one took longer than I’d like to admit to get to. Biggest factor in that was I was working at a camp all summer and that took up loads of my time. Did a lot of swimming, hiking, hammocking, and fire-lighting, so that was nice. Anyway, now that we’re back in the swing of the school year, I should have enough downtime/work with far enough ahead deadlines to distract myself from that I’ll be able to finish the rest of these pretty soon. Once I get the next three after this, it’ll be off to the publisher and hopefully getting something out there to start.

Left, right, left, left, wide right, there goes the hill again. I have these tracks memorized. Every turn, every bump, this track was now mine. There was no way I could lose this time...

Last year was a totally different story. I got cocky. I thought that I could handle the twists and turns - and I mostly could - but this circuit had a couple loops before it split off into the finish line. It was weird, hard, and the last track for the pre-season. I forgot the split too little too late and I veered off the side of the track. Too many riders passed ahead of me as I tried to get back on. Embarrassing.

Not this time though. I counted the loops. I prepared myself every time and still maintained distance from those behind me.

There it is. The split. I hugged the right turn, then it was just one long, straight stretch. This was it. Last race of the pre-season and I’m gonna come out on top. This’ll boost my sponsorship chances. Finally… Or so I thought.

On my left, the black and red blur zoomed past me. It came a bit clearer as it sped far ahead. It took me way longer than I’d like to admit to realize I had just moved from first to second. I can’t let this happen.

I kicked it into overdrive. Straight shot, no problem, right? Mostly no, but whatever this guy had in his rider was still stronger than what I had in mine. That didn’t matter, though. We barely reached the finish line together, but I already knew the results. I managed to skid to a somewhat clean stop, but this guy’s rider had to swerve a little to come to a halt. A little showy, if you ask me. He took off his helmet and that’s when it hit me.

There he was, Richard ‘The Revvington’ Remington. The Nebraska logo gave it away. As the rest of the racers screeched in, people began to flock toward his vehicle. All of them had something good to say about his performance. “That was a close one, Richard!” “Way may to make it dramatic, Revvington!” “I knew you’d win the whole time!”

Only two people had come over to say anything to me. Granted, they were Jack and Kendra, and I wouldn’t have anyone else come over, but I couldn’t help but to be green with the following this kid was harboring. This up-and-coming racer couldn’t have been old enough to graduate high school, yet here he was, racing with top-tier contestants in the young adult division.

Later on, as were having our photos taken at the stands, I couldn’t help but feel a little bit of shame. Second place just means first loser in my book. Sure, I got a medal, but I didn’t get the medal. The gold sat in the hands of some bespectacled high-schooler from the midwest. It’s embarrassing!

I caught a glimpse of Kendra in the crowd. She pointed at her cheeks and moved her fingers upward while mouthing the word “smile”. I must be wearing my heart on my sleeve right now. I shook my head and put on my best fake smile as I waved at the cheering crowd. A few more photos were flashed and the announcer dismissed the crow. It was time to go home.

Before I could get off of the stand, Remington turned to me. “Man, you killed it out there!”

It took me a moment to register what was going on. “Oh? Thanks! You did too. You definitely took me by surprise last-minute there.”

“It happens. I try to make the races interesting.” He shrugged it off as if what he did was nothing. “Gotta keep the fans invested.” He smiled and gestured at a group of young women seemingly fawning over him. They had a giant cardboard cutout of his head.

“I guess you have a point…”

“Either way, man, you did awesome. I’m excited for the regular season to start. I hear sponsorship opportunities are to die for. I bet you can get yourself something good.” He gave me a friendly tap as he acknowledged some more fans. This guy was popular.

What right did he have to be like that? Sportsman-like and good with the spectators. To top it all off, he won first place of the definitive pre-season circuit and he’s still in high school? This kid is way too good to be true. Something’s up.

“Anyways,” he gripped my hand in a brotherly handshake, “I gotta get going. It was nice to finally meet you, Wilbur.”

Before he could let go, I gripped harder to keep him in the handshake. I pulled him close and whispered in his ear. “I’m watching you, Remington. I’ve been running these races for years and have been top dog til you came around. Something’s not right, and I’m gonna find out what that is.”

Remington gave me a pat on the shoulder. “Hokay, man. Good talk.” He was unphased.

I watched him approach a new circle of fans as he began to sign autographs. A sudden thud on my mid back took me out of my embittered stupor.

“Don’t let him get to you,” Kendra said. “Sometimes, new contestants enter the fray and are just good at it. Better stay sportsmanlike if you don’t wanna turn heel.”

I continued to stare at Remington as he began to take pictures with the fans. I lightly scoffed, “sure thing.” Whatever he’s up to, I’m going to find out what it is. And when I do, I’m going to claim my title as Top Racer.

[louvas177]

Story Expert

(I’m pretty sure I meant Excerpt)

I failed to kill myself. I knew it the second my drowsy eyes saw my mom blubbering by my hospital bed. My feet ached. Probably because I hadn’t used them in a while. I guess I felt relieved to be alive. That bell was left unrung. My gown itched but I was taking up a hospital bed for sick people and I didn’t even want to get better. 

[elisalromagnoli]

I’m not very far into this WIP so I can’t really say that there are many interesting lines (especially since I’m fast drafting) but this one I suppose brings a few questions to mind. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . #wipjoy #writingquotes #✍🏾 #fastdraft #firstdraft #tobeahero #novella #readersofinsta #storytellerscafe #wordgasm #storyexcerpt #writemore #writeon #writeyourownstory #diversefiction #igwriting #writersmovement #wattpadbook #wattpadwriter #creativeprocess

[empressimonysings-blog]

"The emotion was there, your smile was infectious, you were funny, intelligent, beautiful, and solid... You were just what I needed and I had such strong feelings for you. I lost you because I was not ready to and did not love you in deed."

-The Ballad Of Diane Dandridge

[ajtorres0]

How about an excerpt from Chapter 6 of The Call for Finis: Pride. More Ultor. To read more of #TCfFP, I have 2 excerpts on my blog. Links are in my bio, along with my website. Enjoy. #Bookstagram #Writergram #Read #Reader #Reading #Books #Write #Writer #Writing #Fantasy #WIP #AmReading #AmWriting #NewAdult #NA #Fantasy #Adventure #StoryExcerpt #IndieBook https://www.instagram.com/p/CFNbShCA1tX/?igshid=1gsd18lzr8fb5

[storyexcerpts]

I wonder if I’ve forgiven you for your wrongs because you are my best friend and I’m over it or because I am doing just the same thing to another person and try to make my mistakes seem an okay thing to do.

Excerpts of stories I’ll never finish// #198

[signaturedish]

New HTTYD Fic Excerpt

I’m working on a little fic on the side and thought I’d put a little bit here and see how it’s received- keep in mind that this is nowhere near final enough for actual ff.net publishing.

Basically  a HTTYD pre-movie AU where baby Hiccup sort of gets adopted by Night Furies. I’m thinking a fluffy oneshot.

The dragoness screamed.

Her onyx flanks heaved, her acid green eyes narrowed slits of hatred, her maw opened and searing with dragonfire. She was a picturesque nightmare that sent the forest around her into petrified silence.

Flashclaw didn't notice the sudden hush around her, could barely hear her own deafening roar. How could she pull herself away from the scene that wrenched her heart in two? Her den, so carefully hidden deep in the snow, was in shambles. The young life she had been harboring inside gone, leaving only the smell of pungent fear and foreign dragon in its wake. And if she needed anymore proof, blood and scorch marks marred the ground, leaving holes of melted snow and a missing hatchling.

Her offspring had been killed in her absence.

She screeched hoarsely, anger and grief burning her from the inside out.

Her hatchling, admittedly a runt, but her one and only offspring, had been old enough to weave and bite. The new clearing surrounding her destroyed den was proof enough of his strength, her brave hatchling had defended himself. If she had only stuck closer to the den- had only resisted the Queen's call for just a little longer, she could've blasted the intruder out of existence.

She could've saved-

Flashclaw wrenched herself away from the ruins of what might be her last hatchling, for she was no longer a young dragon, and flicked her tongue out.

She may be too late for her precious offspring, but it wasn't too late to hunt down the wretched poacher who ate him and burn them from the inside out. When she was finished, the other dragon will have wished Vikings had found them instead.

Tasting the air, she set to tracking the poacher. It was fairly easy, the burns and blood and terror stood stark against the freshly fallen snow. The other dragon had chased her hatchling for a while, no doubt toying with him. Her single runt still couldn't fly for long so there would be no escape without his dam's protection.

She growled deep in her chest, fire building behind her teeth.

After a while, the scorch marks disappeared. A despondent pride slithered through her scales, her hatchling had survived all of the poacher's shots. Such a quick, smart little drake.

The blood remained, the ground scarred with scratches and plowing prints from their mad scramble. She followed it deeper into the forest.

The scents changed abruptly, and Flashclaw lifted her head from the tracks to find herself before a tiny cave, looking a bit like a badger den. She only noticed it because of the deep gouges at the mouth of the cave, the hole must've been even smaller before the dramatic invasion that left tree roots pulled clean off and rocks torn loose. There was blood everywhere, churning the snow and dirt before the cave into muddy red puddles.

Was this where her little hatchling made his last stand? Fury made it easier to block out what his terrified cries must've sounded like.

She flicked her tongue out again. The foreign dragon was near and she would destroy them, she hunkered low and crawled past the cave and through the thick bushes on the other side.

She almost bumped into the utterly silent head of a blue shovel-headed dragon, it appeared so abruptly before her. It was dead, glassy eyes wide, wings limp. The characteristic blue of its scales was dyed red with blood running from a gash across its throat.

Flashclaw sniffed carefully and was able to identify her hatchling's scent on its claws and fangs. This traitorous poacher was emaciated and sick-smelling, no doubt a reason it had chosen to eat its own kind. But Flashclaw held no sympathy. Instead, she took satisfaction in noting how small the wound was that downed them. She hoped it had taken an agonizing amount of time to finally die, choking on their own blood.

Flashclaw didn't waste the bolt begging to be released onto the dead dragon, and a small part of her felt cheated for it. But the rest was soothed that her hatchling's killer hadn't lived long enough to even feel sated after consuming him.

Besides that, she had no idea what had killed the shovel-head dragon. She remained cautious and sniffed again to ensure the other beast wasn't still in the area.

The strange smell that had caught her attention initally fluttered in the breeze. She flicked her tongue. It smelled a bit like Viking, but...not..

Had a human killed the poacher?

A sound caught her attention, a tiny shuffle that didn't belong to her company of dead dragons.

She walked back from behind the bushes, it had sounded close to the cave. Even a Viking couldn't fit inside the den, but maybe...

She shuddered at the feeling of slush soaked in poacher and hatchling blood underneath her claws, but she continued creeping closer to the cave.

Bolt at the ready, Flashclaw peered inside.

She didn't think she had been expecting anything in particular from the cave, but what she did find brought her up short for several moments.

A tiny human hatchling, smaller than even her runt, was curled inside. It was trembling minutely at the very back of the surprisingly deep cave. When it saw her, the little creature have a shrill squeak and shoved a little false-claw in her direction, pointed end glinting crimson.

She'd barely had time to make the connection between the dead shovel-head and the bloody false-claw when the infant squeezed something closer in its other arm, and that something gave a very familiar groan.

Flashclaw didn't bother scenting to make sure, she knew without a doubt. Her hatchling was still alive!

Offspring! Here! She shrieked, her wings flapping restlessly.

Her runt blinked blearily at her, no doubt exhausted from his ordeal. The human, on the other hand, stiffened and squeezed them against the wall of the cave, false-claw flashing.

Any happiness upon finding her hatchling alive collapsed under her immediate fury. This savage human had stolen the poacher's prey, somehow killing them in the process. It was a danger to her offspring and needed to die quickly.

Her fire glowed inside the dark cave, her ferocious roar shaking loose rocks from the ceiling. Could she shoot a bolt small enough to only strike the human? Her accuracy was near perfect, but the two were crushed close in the confines of the cave. She doubted either of them could even turn around.

The human cried out, its fear drowning out even the coppery scent of blood.

Her hatchling visibly focused on her, and to her complete shock gave a wobbly snap in her direction. Stop!

I won't hit you, little one. She crooned, long tail lashing out and missing the human by only a few scant inches. It wailed, draping itself around her hatchling.

What a stupid creature, if it didn't want her to eat it, then it should place her hatchling between itself and her claws. Curling like that only made it that much easier to start aiming up her fire.

Her hatchling gave an angry croak. Stop!

Then, to her horror, her little runt unfurled his wings and wrapped them around the human clinging to him like lichen. Don't touch this!

What was the meaning of this? Why would her hatchling try to protect this human scavenger? Was he being threatened?

It's a human, she warbled confusedly. Had her hatchling been struck in the head during his escape?

"T-t-toothlessss..." The human hatchling whimpered, and a trembling pink hand pressed against her hatchling's flank.

Don't touch my offspring! Flashclaw snarled, digging to get deeper into the cave.

I trust this, her hatchling announced loudly, pressing against the hand and giving a happy chirp to the human.

What was wrong with her runt?

His wings still flared, her hatchling shot her a pointed look before giving the human a quick lick. I like this! This human is mine.

"Ugh...gross...d-d-don't do that!" The human made another noise, false-claw coasting away from Flashclaw to paw at its own face.

Flashclaw was utterly confused. Her hatchling had survived the poacher and that's good. Her hatchling had been stolen by a dragon-killing human scavenger and that's bad. But her hatchling...liked it?

Explain. She finally growled.

I’ve written more, and intend to keep at it to see if I can make something nice enough to justify not working on my other stuff. Tell me what you think!

[3amoblivion-blog]

Sun’s Up Motel

Everything I own fits into one plastic grocery bag. I could list the items on the back of my hand. Count them on my fingers. Stuff them inside a pillow case, if I had one to call my own. They could even fit inside a mailbox.

We do have a mailbox still, if nothing else. It’s yellow and has our name on it, and it might be the last thing that still belongs to all of us collectively.  

“What are you writing?” Gabe asks. He hops onto the desk and leans over sideways to catch a glance at my paper. I instinctively put my arm over the words I was just writing. 

“Nothing,” I say, and give his leg a poke. “Get off the desk.”

“Why? I like being tall.”

“Because it’s not ours, and it’s also not for sitting on. Where did Mom go?”

Gabe hops down, his feet landing with a thud on the light blue shag carpet of the shitty motel room. He immediately gets onto the bed instead, because sitting still is nearly impossible with him. 

“Outside,” he says, looking towards the door as he begins making snow angels on the floral comforter. “Talking on the phone.”

“With who?” I ask, rolling the pen between my fingers. It’s cheap plastic, colored black with a tiny logo of a sun and the words Sun’s Up Motel written in yellow script across it. 

“Insurance people,” he replies with a scrunched up face. He flips over onto his stomach and props his head up, looking at me. 

“What?” I say, raising an eyebrow back. The pen slips from my fingers and rolls back onto the desk. 

“What?” he says.

“Stop looking at me, weirdo.”

“Are we homeless?”

I feel myself suck in the stale motel room air. I turn in the chair, away from his prying eyes. 

“No, of course not,” I tell him as calmly as I can, though I can hear the squeak in my voice at the end. “We’re not homeless.”

“Are you sure?” he presses. “Because we don’t have a home, and I think that’s what being homeless means.”

“We’re not homeless,” I’m quick to snap back.

“But-”

“We’re just,” I interrupt, pausing. “We’re just in an in-between spot, okay?”

“For how long?” “I don’t know,” I tell him. “Why don’t you go get a shower? You smell like smoke.”

“I can’t,” he objects, squirming beneath the covers and pulling the blanket over his head. His voice comes out muffled. “I saw a roach in there.”

I stare at the lump in the bed as another one grows in my throat. I can hear Mom’s raised voice from the other side of the door. Gabe’s breathing steadies.

The paper on the desk taunts me. The handwriting, at least, is something I can call mine. Pretty handwriting doesn’t make the list any better, though. 

Things I Own

1 set of smoky pajamas

1 motel gift shop t-shirt

1 travel toothbrush

2 pairs of underwear

1 dead cell phone

I stare at the list until the words blur before my eyes and the sunlight seeping through the grimy window turns to dusk. Mom comes back into the room and slips into the tiny bathroom before I can catch her eye. I hear the shower start running. 

In the harsh yet dim glow of the fluorescent desk lamp, I add two more items to my list: 

1 Sun’s Up Motel pen

1 depressing list

I crawl into bed and dream of roaches on fire.

[offonoffofme]

“It’s been a year since we last spoke but somehow still random facts about you pop up inside my mind. Like how you loved that one song or how you drank your coffee. It’s been a year and I wish I could forget about you, but I can’t.” — Excerpts of stories I'll never finish// #173 (via storyexcerpts) https://www.instagram.com/p/CVnql0YBvxT/?utm_medium=tumblr

[azuresparklesimagination]

The best feeling in the world is running on all fours through the woods under the full moon. But this time, unlike before, I wasn't alone. I was being followed.