‘A Symposium in Space’ Teaser

Today, I’m offering up a teaser from my f/f futuristic science fiction story, ‘A Symposium in Space’. This particular dinner party was inspired by Plato’s classic, ‘The Symposium’.

“Tonight?” Sokrat asked, looking toward Agathea. “What do you have in mind for tonight’s symposium?”

“A new idea, a new trend in dining for the enlightened,” Agathea said. Her pale, pink eyes were alight with anticipation as she looked at each of us in turn. Her gaze lingered particularly long on Sokrat. “Each of us will speak about a topic of my choosing. What you say will determine the nature of the meal, which will appear upon your plate in front of you.”

I glanced uneasily at my empty plate. I’d heard rumors of Agathea–how she fed upon thought and words as much as food. I hadn’t thought such a thing possible. Agathea often liked to inspire her dinner guests to offer up deeper conversation than the usual polite topics. The deeper the topic, the greater her sustenance. This was why she’d asked Sokrat here.


Me Me Me Monday

It’s ‘Me Me Me Monday’, so I thought I’d offer a few teasers from my WIPs (Works In Progress).

Here’s a snippet from ‘Aissa and Polyxena’, my m/m mythical tale of cross dressing.

Muses may sing of heroic deeds and ancient quarrels, but their lips can be silent, when it comes to hidden truths. Truths which shame lovers, who come together, even though honour, duty, and destiny has commanded them to be enemies. Commanded them to destroy each other, rather than to willingly seek out each other’s arms.

Here’s a snippet from ‘On the Other Side of the Mask’, my surreal steampunk m/m AU.

Poems can shape the world, just as poets shape it with their thoughts and ideas. Their legacy causes ripples across realities, inspiring the inhabitants of other worlds. Their very names invoke power.

Here’s a snippet from ‘The Hand and the Eye of the Tower’, a surreal fantasy bromance, peppered with m/m and f/f.

“I know you’re there. I can feel you. I’m blind and cannot touch without you.” It was a childlike plea, as well as a seductive whisper. Danyell wanted to respond, but didn’t dare. He lay very still, so the voice couldn’t find him.

Here’s a snippet from ‘Stealing Myself From Shadows’, my NaNoWriMo project from last year, which I’m revising.

“How might I enter the Shadow Forest?”

These were words, which never failed to send a chill through me. It was a question, which had been posed, over and over, by someone very precious to me. He’d answered it, successfully. He’d disappeared from my life.

Finally, here’s a teaser from my upcoming NaNoWriMo project, as well as the sequel to ‘The Hand and the Eye of the Tower’ and ‘Stealing Myself From Shadows’. It called ‘A Godling For Your Thoughts?’

“A godling for your thoughts?” The question was a low tease, as the man pulled the tiny icon out from behind the boy’s ear. It was a trick, an illusion. Nothing, but a coin laid in the man’s hand. The boy still giggled at the sight of it.

Saturday Snippet

Welcome to #https://www.facebook.com/groups/RainbowSnippets! Six sentences of GLBT fiction are posted and shared. It can be your own. It can someone else’s. It just needs to be GLBT fiction.

Here a sample from my Nutcracker inspired Christmas story, ‘Seven Tricks’, which was just submitted to Dreamspinner Press…

Some say a mouse king has seven heads with seven crowns. In a way, this is true. A mouse prince must play seven tricks before the twelve days of Christmas are over. If he doesn’t, he cannot claim his throne.

“You must prove your worth, before I acknowledge you as my heir,” Madam Mousenip said to me in the shadow of the enormous, ticking tower, which shielded our main hole. “Only by succeeding at seven tricks will you possess what you desire.” She herself had become our sovereign through seven capers of her own, earning the name Mousenip for delivering tiny bites, which left cheese looking unscathed and humans hideously deformed.

Paula’s Prompt

Here’s my response to @PTWyant‘s latest prompt. To see that prompt, go to ptwyant.com. The picture is from her site, which I hope she doesn’t mind? (bows)

I’m trying to practice writing shorter responses, with a setting, a climax, and a resolution for Mischief Corner Books’s next 300 word submission request. This particular story is only 188 words, but it fits well within my ‘Tales of the Navel’/’Shadow Forest’ mythos.

Mist rose from her tears, creating a mossy shroud around her withered stone skin. How appropriate that she’d taken the form of this elegant ruin from an acient empire! There’s been a time, when she stood in this very spot, dressed in white, before cheering crowds. All fell silent, right before she spoke.

This was before she’d created a Door to another world, allowing in the shadowy greenery. This was before she’d found him. What she’d been was lost, dissolved in the cool breeze of his whisper.

No longer. He was here to return what he’d taken from her. She’d brought him back from a hungry state of nothingness, reminding him of humanity. He could no longer just let her be, while he walked in human form, carrying around her stolen memories.

“Return,” he murmured, as he pressed a hand against her stone wall. His flesh chilled as its touch. All memories of her, proud and human seeped through his fingers and departed into the rock. It grew a little warmer, a little more alive.

He shuddered to lose that heat, but why? It had never been his.


Saturday Snippet

Welcome to #RainbowSnippets, where six sentences of GLBT fiction are shared on Saturday! They can be your own. They can be someone else’s. They just need to be GLBT. To sample a wide variety of GLBT fiction, check them out!

My own is from my recently submitted ‘Seven Tricks’, a Christmas tale inspired by ‘The Nutcracker’. It’s a much more mouse sympathetic spin on ‘The Nutcracker’, with elements inspired by A. T. A. Hoffman’s tale, ‘The Nutcracker and the Mouse King’.

“Do you wish to understand the speech of humans?” Madam Mousenip chittered in my ear. “’Tis a strange chatter, but it can be useful.”

“You can speak to these giants?” I asked, awed and a little afraid. “What does a mouse possibly have to say to a human?”

“Less than you can imagine and far more than you’d ever want to hear,” she said a little dryly. “However, if you listen, you can discover when they’re leaving, where they’re storing food, and plan accordingly.”

Paula’s Prompt

Here I am, running late with @PTWyant‘s Wednesday prompt! To see it, go to ptwyant.com.

Yummiest Rapture,

I’m not sure how many cycles it’s been since I found the Planet Sicilia. The heat is no longer quite so intense. How the residents of Planet Sicilia manage without an air convertor to regulate control, I don’t know.

What they consume during the heat is hardly practical, but it is tasty. It’s called gelato. Gelato is cold, creamy, fluffy, and takes on a variety of flavors. However, you have to eat it quickly, or it melts. I never cease to marvel at how transient many things are on this planet. I’ve tried to fit it, using the appearance chip. However, every once in a while, the residents of Planet Sicilia stop and stare at me. I worried that they might have caught a glimpse of my true apperance, but one of the Sicilians fell upon his knees. He kept crying, “San Giorgio!” You may want to have the chip analyzed. I know it’s supposed to give me an appearance which induces respect, but I’m not sure if that function is synchronizing our imperative to blend in. How are we to analyze the planetary cuisine, if the residents recognize us as galaxy wide food critics?

More delicious news later.
Odiferous Harmony

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