Saturday Snippet

It’s time for #RainbowSnippets! Every Saturday, six sentences of GLBT fiction are posted and shared. It can be your own. It can be someone else’s. It just needs to be GLBT.

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I missed last Saturday, due to being sick. I’m glad to be back for this one! I’m picking up with ‘Waiting for Rebirth’, right where I left off on #QueerBlogWed. ‘Waiting for Rebirth’ is my prelude and introduction to ‘Tales of the Navel/The Shadow Forest’. I posting it in segments as a gift here, in the hopes that it will kindle your interest in the rest of my stories which take place in that universe!

I looked in the direction he’d nodded. I nearly fell over my own feet in surprise.

The road lined with cottages seemed familiar, yet it was different. Once, it had been a village. This was a town. There were larger buildings nestled between the cottages. There were a lot more shops. A few people were walking along the road, but I didn’t recognize them.



It’s QueerBlogWed! A day to post and share anything GLBT! I’ve been sick, so I’ve missed Rainbow Snippets and Me Me Me Monday this week, alas. I’ve already posted a little more of ‘Waiting for Rebirth’ at my Facebook Author Page. Here it is, once more, in case you missed it. Plus, a little extra. 🙂

‘Waiting for Rebirth’ is the prelude to ‘Tales of the Navel/The Shadow Forest’. It takes place before ‘The Hand and the Eye of the Tower’ and ‘Stealing Myself From Shadows’.

“I’m dressed wrong, for where I am,” I said, slowly. I could feel my face heating up. It was bad to wear the wrong clothes in the wrong place. It could be very bad, if you wore too little. “Aren’t I?”

“Don’t worry,” Damian said, with a reassuring little smile. “The shadows are still close, so if you wish to be wearing something else, you can. Just picture what you wish to wear.”

It was a little alarming to know the shadows were still close, but I knew what to do. I closed my eyes. I visualized Damian’s blue slacks, hugging his calves, with his white shirt, open at the collar.

Something rough was rubbing against my legs. These pants weren’t exactly comfortable. I could feel myself scowling a little. The shirt wasn’t comfortable either. It felt rough.

I looked down at my short sleeved shirt and the blue pants I now wore. They didn’t look as good on me, as they did on Damian.

“Don’t worry,” he said with a little wink. “For me, it’s a gesture of independence to wear jeans and a polo shirt, after all the ruffles and tight collars my aunt used to dress me up in. For one as small and slender as you, something softer may be better.”

I watched, as he closed his eyes. I was small and slender? I wasn’t sure if that was good or bad. I watched Damian and wondered about this aunt who used to dress him up in ruffles.

Something soft brushed against my legs. A light cloth, light as a kiss, covered my chest.

“There, just like what Aunt Duessa used to make me wear, only without the tight collar,” Damian said, with another merry wink. “The black velvet looks a lot better on you than it ever did on me.”

Black velvet? Yes, there had once been black velvet clothing. Damian released my hand. I felt a little sad at that, but I ran my hand down my new pants. They truly felt wonderful.

“I wish I had a mirror,” I said, remembering mirrors. There had been laughter, a girl looking at her reflection, as she tossed her golden hair over her shoulders.

“I can arrange that,” Damian said, as he nodded to the left. “There’s one at the Navel, if you’ll follow me?”


Welcome to #QueerBlogWed! Today, we blog and share anything GLBT we might wish to.

I’ve decided to offer up another segment of ‘Waiting for Rebirth’, picking up right where I left off on ‘Me Me Me Monday’. This is the very first story which takes place in ‘Tales of the Navel/The Shadow Forest’, setting the stage for all my other stories. I’m hoping if you’ll enjoy this, you’ll buy my novels in the same universe when I finally self publish them. 🙂

I was standing in the middle of a garden. I’d once loved gardens. I remembered that, now. There was a gazebo behind us, covered with trailing vines and purple flowers. Roses grew in clusters upon the green bushes all around us.

I gasped at the sight of the sun, the blue of the sky. I felt the crunchy softness beneath my feet of grass. How vivid and green it was, not to mention delightfully damp!

Cool air nipped at my bare legs, which were exposed under a short white tunic, belted in around my waist. How long it had been since I’d even noticed my attire! Clothes were important, though. I dimly could recall that, how much people expressed themselves or judged each other based on what they wore.

I looked over at Damian, who was dressed very differently. He was wearing sturdy blue pants and a white, short sleeved shirt. There was a tiny, green dragon at the right hand breast of the shirt.

Me Me Me Monday

It’s ‘Me Me Me Monday’! A day to strut, promote, and celebrate one’s Me-ness!

One of my New Year’s resolutions is to submit ‘Waiting For Rebirth’ in segments to this Cauldron every Me Me Me Monday. I’ll share a teaser for the next segment on Saturdays during Rainbow Snippets. I want to introduce Damian/Christopher to the world. If you enjoy this story, I’m hoping you’ll come back for the rest of ‘Tales of the Navel/The Shadow Forest’. I’ve got at least three books in this series I’m revising and planning to self publish. Hopefully, you’ll like this story well enough to come and buy more stories in this universe!

Here’s the very first taste of ‘Waiting for Rebirth’. Enjoy!

The first thing I remember is darkness, a darkness that howled and swallowed. The second thing is a light, illuminating the darkness. A young man stood in the very center of the light. His hand was extended. It captured my attention the way nothing had in a long time. My awareness grew a little sharper, a little more real. The fingers on that hand were slender. Slender and pale. The hand was reaching out, into the darkness, towards…me?

“It’s all right,” he said. His voice was gentle and patient. “This is your rebirth, Christopher.”

I hesitated, as I looked down at his fingers. Should I accept his hand? What he was truly doing was asking for mine. I wasn’t sure if I still had one. Besides, he needed to give me something in return.

“Who are you?” I asked, feeling my lips shaping the words. I had lips. I had a voice. Had he given these things to me? Maybe he had every right to ask for my hand.

“I’m Damian,” he said. He stood with his hand extended, waiting for my consent. The darkness was receding, transforming into a green place, filled with light. Perhaps the darkness would retreat entirely, if I accepted him. A smile tugged at his lips, softening his entire face into something more human. “Come see what the light of the real world is like, Christopher.”

A smile was tugging at my own lips, in answer to his. He’d already given me light, two names, and a smile. My hand seemed a small thing to ask for in return. I stretched out my hand, wiggling my fingers in delight, as I realized, yes, I had a hand to give! It clasped his, feeling all those slender fingers, trying to interlock with my own. They felt warm and solid. As we touched, the world blossomed to life around us.