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#5MinuteFiction Week 75 #NaNoWriMo Edition FINALISTS!

November 1, 2011

I loved the NaNoWriMo Editions last year, and I’m excited to see it come back around, even though NaNo is passing me by this year in a flurry of edits and revisions. Ah well. C’est la vie.

Well, enough of that. Here are our finalists!

DL Thurston, @DL_Thurston

John Hancock, @Grokdad

Corinne O’Flynn, @CorinneOFlynn

MLGammella, @MLGammella

Nicole, @nicolewolverton

Don’t forget, because we’re celebrating our guest judge’s new book, there are PRIZES! How’s this sound:

This week’s winner: Signed copy of The Prodigal’s Foole by R.B. Wood@rbwood and a 5 page critique from me.

One finalist chosen at random: E-copy of The Prodigal’s Foole

One participant chosen at random: E-copy of The The Prodigal’s Foole and a 5 page critique from me.

Congrats to our finalists! Their entries are below so read and vote if you please. Then come back tomorrow morning at 9:00 Eastern to see who wins!

DL Thurston, @DL_Thurston

I’ve seen it every day for the last month. If it started earlier than that, I can’t remember. It was hardly distinguishable from human at first, but I learned what to look for. The tell tale signs.

I tell people I’ve seen a demon, and they laugh. Religious friends think I’m making fun of them, other friends think I’m making fun of religious people. I’ve actually been to see several priests, working my way through denominations, a rabbi, an imam, even a few spiritualists and faith healers I found in the phone book. I describe what I see to them. None want to admit it’s a demon.

Funny those points that belief fades away.

I may have to start my own denomination. Demonination.

It watches me. There’s a hunger in its eyes, nasty black pinpricks that poke out from above its human eyes. I saw them first. Then the mouth, right in the thing’s neck, full of teeth that glimmer with starlight and dread. I’ve seen it open that mouth, I’ve seen right down inside. I know what it has planned for me if I can’t get away from it.

Last night it started whispering to me as I tried to sleep. Horrible words in a horrible language. I don’t know what it is saying. But I know what it means.

I don’t think I’ll be sleeping anymore.

My last chance it to confront it. There, where I always see it. Face it down, let the whole thing end, let it be either it or me.

And so I go to my mirror.

John Hancock, @Grokdad

Your main character encounters a demon. Turn left 8 paces.

prompt: invesigate left hallway. what do I see?

You see corpses.

prompt: human corpses?

Yes.

prompt: Has the demon killed them?

Be more specific.

prompt. crap.

I don’t understand.

prompt: never mind, ok, is the demon moving?

Yes. He is chewing on your left foot.

prompt: Damn!

Probably.

Prompt: What happens if I stab the demon with my magic dagger?

There are no magic daggers.

Prompt: no, I have one right here.

You have no magic daggers.

Prompt: what happened to my magic dagger?

The demon ate it.

Prompt: I attack with any weapon.

The demon is now eating your right foot.

Prompt: I run away! quickly!

You have no feet. You cannot run.

Prompt: I scream loudly!

No one hears you but the demon, and he seems very invigorated by your screaming.

Prompt: How do I get out this?

You don’t. this is hell. You don’t get out.

Prompt: but… but…

haha. and here you thought this was a computer game.

Prompt: who are you?

I’m the demon.

Corinne O’Flynn, @CorinneOFlynn

Wavy hid behind the trees as she approached. She could tell that there was something more wrong with the boy, beyond the apparent injury that knocked him unconscious. He was witch, she could sense that about him without a problem, but there was something more, something darker.

She sat next to him in the dirt on the bank of the river. His breathing was steady, his pulse strong. She leaned down into his hair and breathed in his scent. Yes, definitely a witch. But there was something else here.

She looked at his face, so peaceful is sleep. Then she touched his cheek. His eyes shot open and she knew instantly what that other thing was: a demon.

Wavy raised her hand to utter the protection charm, but the boy threw himself upon her, sitting on her chest and covering her mouth. She cursed herself for neglecting her mental work. Aunt Pea would kill her if she died because she was unable to produce magic with her mind alone.

“I need to speak to Amber McClintock,” he said. His voice was deep and raspy, the voice of the devil. Whoever was speaking through this boy was not of this world.

Wavy wanted to nod or signal her willingness to help him, anything to get him off of her chest. She could barely breath.

Then she saw what he held in his free hand and it froze that though before it turned into action. Her had her dead mother’s locket.

MLGammella, @MLGammella

Alana was terrified as she stared at the demon that stood on her front step. First the whispers and the man following her and now this? What could she have possibly done to deserve what was happening to her? Sure, David explained a bit about what her family was and what they represented but she never expected this.

“What do you want from me?” she cried out weakly.

“Your life and all the life you can create,” the demon uttered, its voice deep and gravely.

Alana took a step back and grasped her spiral pendant tightly. It had no effect on the demon. She looked wildly around for anything to defend herself against the creature, but to no avail.

The demon stood just outside the door, waiting for something it seemed, but she had no idea what. Suddenly, the house began to shake, slowly at first but with increasing vigor. Alana had no idea what to make of this latest development until she heard the cracking of wood.

The door frames and window sills with the engraved shepherds crooks were starting to splinter and shatter, destroying the protection they offered. The demon smiled and finally stepped through the threshold.

“Your guardian cannot help you now,” it said.

Nicole, @nicolewolverton

“But, Janet, what if something goes wrong?”

“What could go wrong?” I asked, my finger tracing the spiky cursive flowing over the page of the spell book.

Violet paled, her carefully applied blush standing out on the apples of her cheeks. “I don’t know — but when you mess witht his kind of crap, bad things happen! I heard Steve Pinner invoked some kind of demon, and a big whirling hole opened up in the middle of his kitchen and sucked his entire family in. That’s how his dad died, you know. That story about him taking off in the middle of the night was just a front.”

“Whatever. That’s a load of crap.”

“It’s not.”

“It is.” I glared at Violet, hoping to convey the fact that I wanted her to shut the hell up. It must have worked because her lips sucked closed, chin dimpling with the effort. “Okay, let’s begin.”

I read the words, paying careful attention to the accent marks and hoping I wasn’t butchering the language to badly…whatever language it was. I couldn’t be sure — I’d never seen it before, but what did I know? I was a high school senior with three years of Spanish under my belt.

The second my last syllable died away, Violet whimpered, and the dog — a tiny brown furball of a thing — darked out of the room as though I’d lit his poofy tail on fire. The air grew heavier, an almost oily breeze eddying around me. I dropped the book on the coffee table and waited.

Violet wrung her hands.

I pretzeled my arms across my chest.

Violet covered her eyes with her fingers.

I shifted my weight from foot to foot, impatient and irritated.

Ten minutes later, the living room door…well, it didn’t really fling open, so much as it exploded inward, and in its place stood — nothing.

“What the hell?”

A mouse squeak of a voice emanated from the doorjamb. “You have invoked me, Hruuglen the Demon of Small Places! How dare you disturb my rest! There will be consequences, human!”

I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. It was just a wee thing with purple skin and long black hair only two inches high.

It didn’t matter — my father tread squarely on its head on his way into the house after work. “Is your mother home?” he asked.

“No, Dad.”

He continued through the room, leaving a red-purple splotch behind.

“You’re right, Violet. Bad things happen.”

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#5MinuteFiction Week 75 #NaNoWriMo Edition!

November 1, 2011

What is 5MinuteFiction, you say? It’s an adrenaline-fueled, instant-gratification sort of writing contest. Sound fun? Great! Get in there and get dirty!

And to celebrate NaNoWriMo, for the month of November, all the prompts will be designed to feature YOUR main characters in your WIP. (If you’re not participating in NaNoWriMo, no worries. Just use the prompt with whatever characters you wish.)

The Rules

* You get five minutes to write a piece of prose or poetry in any style or genre

* You must directly address today’s prompt: Your main character encounters a demon.

(Note: The prompt is above. The picture is for decoration/inspiration.)

* Post your entry as a comment to this post.

I’ll close the contest at 12:45. That gives you 5 minutes to write and ten to accommodate the vagaries of relative time, technology, and the fickle internets. If you are confused or just want to whine, feel free to email me.

At the close of the contest, this week’s guest judge, R.B. Wood@rbwood author of The Prodigal’s Foole, released yesterday, will nominate five finalists.

I’ll put the nominees in a poll, and at 9:00 EDT tomorrow I’ll close the poll and declare the winner.

For updates, you can subscribe to my RSS Feed, “like” my Facebook Page, or follow me on twitter. Or follow us on twitter with the #5MinuteFiction hashtag.

What’s the prize? Well, usually nothing. But since we’re celebrating our guest judge’s new book, there are PRIZES! How’s this sound:

This week’s winner: Signed copy of The Prodigal’s Foole and a 5 page critique from me.

One finalist chosen at random: E-copy of The Prodigal’s Foole

One participant chosen at random: E-copy of The The Prodigal’s Foole and a 5 page critique from me.

(That’s right, the second-best prize is just for being here and playing with us!)

A Few Notes:

* In the interest of time and formatting, it’s best to type straight into the comment box or notepad. It’s also smart to do a quick highlight and copy before you hit “post” just in case the internets decide to eat your entry. If your entry doesn’t appear right away, email me. Sometimes comments go into the suspected spam folder and I have to dig them out.

* I reserve the right to remove hate speech or similar but I’m not too picky about the other stuff.

* This is all for fun and self-promotion. So be sure to put your twitter handle at the end of your post and a link to your blog if you have one.

RELEASE DAY!!!!! The Prodigal’s Foole by RB Wood

October 31, 2011

It’s HERE! The Prodigal’s Foole by R.B. Wood. This is release day. You can buy your copy RIGHT NOW!

Hmmm, how to encapsulate my opinion of The Prodigal’s Foole? It’s hard because I saw this go through its many permutations prior to publication, so it’s just sorta one of those things that is. How do you describe it except “I love it!” (Or possibly “Thank God he took my advice on that section.”) 😉

I’ll say this, I give critique to other writers a lot. (Often without being asked…) Sometimes it’s honestly a chore to get through an unpolished draft. Granted, I came to The Prodigal’s Foole after it was past the first draft stage, but still. I loved it from page one. Couldn’t put it down.

Here’s the book-jacket blurb:

A man can run from his past … but not his future.

Symon Bryson lives in self-imposed exile until Monsignor DuBarry goes missing and not even the most adept of the magic practitioners can determine the reason for the abduction. The clues lie buried in the past amidst epic battles and horrific losses but reliving that failed mission uncovers fresh challenges and fearsome threats that reunite his old team.

Symon must deal with his own hidden demons and confront the menace that threatens the delicate balance of power. When the darkest of all evils lures Symon into springing a long-planned trap, an unsuspecting world will confront the unthinkable.

When all that stands between Heaven and Hell is magic, more than faith will be tested.

And the blurb he sold me on:

In a world where real magic has been kept from mankind for millennia by organized religion, the dawning of globalization and the communication age threaten a mass awakening and exposure of the darkest and most holy of secrets. 

Symon Bryson is a thirty year-old drifter and former magic practitioner.  Originally raised in secret by the Catholic Church to use his God-given power to fight evil, he has spent the last ten years of his life hiding from a tragedy caused by his wildly destructive spell casting abilities. When a cryptic telegram arrives pleading for his help, Symon returns to old friends and a skeptical Church to solve a mystery and face decade-old terrors that were part of a sinister plan put in motion by the epitome of evil itself.

So, that’s all you get from me by way of expounding on the plot because I figure that says it better than I ever could. (Plus I helped him write the second one.) :p Now, on to the review:

The Prodigal’s Foole is the sort of read I’m always looking for but can be so hard to find. Doesn’t every girl want more action-movie-excitement-with-an-actual-smart-engaging-plot in her life? It’s easy to find the smash-em-up, continuous-stunt-scene type of fiction, and not hard to find a smart, funny read. But it’s really hard to find them together in one book.

R.B. Wood weaves together an imaginative, unique plot with a great feel for pace and real characters. The main character, Symon Bryson has a great, dry wit; he’s such a smartass I was snorting with amusement or full-out laughter every other page.  Wood brings in the cast of characters without drowning us in names and details, and makes them fascinating, distinct pieces of the puzzle. And he does what I consider absolutely necessary in any good book: he makes the characters real and vivid so that you grieve, bleed, and rejoice along with every one of them.

The religion angle was awesome, specifically because it wasn’t religious at all. There’s nothing to offend here, no matter which side of the faith spectrum you fall on. Religious institutions are major players in this conflict that spans continents and centuries because religious institutions are the only other constant over that much time and distance. This book doesn’t preach or proselytize one way or the other. It features believers and disillusioned alike with no prejudice. It would be so easy for someone to shy away from this book because of the presence of the Catholic Church in the plot, and that would be a huge mistake.

I’ve said before that I don’t trust reviews that don’t have anything negative at all to point out, so here goes: There isn’t much sex. Specifically hot sex, with maybe some of the… I mean, more than one… ahem. Yeah.

This is simply a marvelous read, don’t pass it up.

Of course, you can always win your copy. This Wednesday, as part of 5MinuteFiction, I’ll be giving away TWO copies, and on Friday, I’ll be giving away another. All you have to do to win your copy in Friday’s drawing is leave a comment in on this post. (Make sure I have a way to contact you. Twitter handle or website url works fine.)

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R.B. Wood is a technology consultant and a writer of Urban Fantasy, Science Fiction and quite frankly anything else that strikes his fancy. His first novel, The Prodigal’s Foole, is now available from Pfoxchase Publishing. Mr. Wood is currently working on the second book of his Arcana Chronicles series and is host of The Word Count podcast.

R. B. currently lives in Boston with his partner, Tina, his dog Jack, three cats and various other critters that visit from time to time.

Find him on his blog: http://www.rbwood.com
Twitter: http://twitter.com/rbwood
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/rbwoodwriter
Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/user/show/3844039-r-b-wood
Feel free to contact him at: me@rbwood.com

You can find The Prodigal’s Foole on:
Amazon
Amazon (Kindle)
Barnes & Noble
Smashwords
OmniLit
Goodreads

Release Week PARTY!

October 27, 2011

 

It’s COMING! Next week, October 31, 2011, is the release date for my dear friend (I initially typed that deer friend, which is really pretty funny) R.B. Wood‘s debut novel, The Prodigal’s Foole!

We’re going to PAR-TAY! Reviews, interviews, and prizes to be given away throughout the week. So BE HERE!

In the meantime, enjoy the awesome book trailer.

 

The Prodigal’s Foole – Lots of My #FridayReads

October 14, 2011

Since it’s Friday, let’s talk about a book that’s been my weekend read more than once. And coming soon to your weekend-read stack is The Prodigal’s Foole by RB Wood, @rbwood!

Only half a month now! Are you excited??? You can get your copy on release day, October 31. For now, though, you can read my micro-review and watch the trailer!

Micro-review:

Fast-paced, thought-provoking, and funny as hell.