#RainbowSnippets: A Symposium in Space

Welcome to Rainbow Snippets!

Every Saturday or Sunday, those participating post and share six sentences of LGBTQIA+ fiction. It can be your own. It can be someone else’s. It just needs to be LGBTQIA+.

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For my own, Pausania is only just beginning to realize she’s facing the consequences of being a matronising arse, as they say in her civilization, which is the setting of A Symposium in Space. (wry grin) This is going to be a little longer than six sentences, forgive me, but Phaedra needed to have her come-back…

“Now calm down.” Pausania tapped her finger against her lips. “No need to get upset.”

“Oh, really?” My temper flared. I shook my fist at Pausania. “Look at you. You blame men, Agathea, me, anybody and everyone else for your unhappiness. Did you ever consider that it might be your own fault?”

 

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Conversations with Christopher: Oriana vs. Iama, Part 1

(There’s a reason for this blog being here and now. You can read about why in Secondary Characters Speak Out at inspirationcauldron.blogspot.com .Christopher sits amidst the mists of the Cauldron, only to have a woman in a purple cloak materialize on his left. She’s holding a red apple. A woman in a midnight gown laced with gold appears on his left. She’s holding a golden apple.)

Iama: (for the woman in midnight and gold is Iama the Terrible from Wind Me Up, One More Time) You are the one known as Christopher, yes?

Christopher: That is the name I was given by one I love. I struggle to hold onto it.

Oriana: Otherwise known as Happily Ever After?

Christopher: That title has been at times mine, although I’m not always worthy of it.

Oriana: Quartz bade us to speak to you. To have you choose between our two enchanted apples.

Christopher: What?

Iama: The apple we each hold in our hands is our hearts transformed after we threw them away. We would have you judge their merits, as the very center of our beings as enchantresses, deciding which is greater.

Christopher: You seem to value those apples a great deal. Why did you throw them away?

Iama: What?

Oriana: Why do you ask us that?

Christopher: You wish me to judge the value of each heart. I can’t do it, not without knowing about their weaknesses along with their strengths. Or would you prefer to keep these secrets to yourself? I cannot make a judgment, though, without them.

Oriana: I see.

Iama: Indeed.

Christopher: Are you willing to answer? Why did you throw your hearts away?

Oriana: I…it was causing me pain. I wanted it out of me.

Iama: It was troublesome. It bothered me.

Christopher: You’re asking me to choose between something painful and something troublesome?

Iama: Well…

Oriana: I wouldn’t put it that way…

Christopher: All right. I’ll put it a different way. (He turned to Oriana.) You changed your heart into this apple after throwing it away. Why?

Oriana: I didn’t. Not at first. When I first ripped my heart out of my chest, it turned into a monster. (She looks away.) I ordered it to hunt down and tear out the heart of the girl who was causing my pain.

Iama: How utterly wicked. (She gives Oriana a glance of surprised admiration.)

Oriana: Thank you. (She blushes.) I really shouldn’t have felt flattered by that.

Christopher: How did the monster become this red apple.

Oriana: My monster wasn’t strong enough to face the girl I loved. Or perhaps I wasn’t strong enough. It dissolved into a puddle of green goo in front of her.

Iama: (Her look of admiration turns into contempt.) Weak.

Oriana: (She glowers at Iama) The puddle became a little green apple, which I changed into this red one.
Christopher: How?

Oriana: I watched the girl, my Blanche in my magic mirror. Watched her take up with a bunch of scruffy dwarves, cleaning after them just as I’d once made her clean my castle. Only while she cleaned their cottage, she smiled at them.

(Oriana presses the apple to her breast and shuts her eyes.)

Oriana: She’d smile at them with those ruby lips of hers…her smile was supposed to belong to me alone!

Iama: That’s the problem with princesses. They share their smiles with far too many, offering special glances to this servant or this advisor, trying to make all their subjects feel loved. It’s enough to make any woman who actually does love the princess mad with rage.

Christopher: I know someone who smiles like that. Only he wasn’t a princess. Please go on.

Oriana: I’d look at Blanche smiling in the mirror with those red lips. I’d picture them slightly parted, waiting for me. I imagined her lying motionless at my feet. The apple began to change. It turned red, red as Blanche’s lips. I could sense the poison of my heart lying beneath its skin. I decided to give her this apple, infused with my desire. To trick her into taking a bite of it.

Iama: Such twisted passion. (Once more, she sounds admiring.)

Oriana: Yes. (This time, she shows no pride at all. She hangs her head.)

To be continued next Monday…

 

#RainbowSnippets: A Symposium in Space

Welcome to Rainbow Snippets!

Every Saturday or Sunday, those participating post and share six sentences of LGBTQIA+ fiction on their blogs. It can be their own. It can be someone else’s. It just needs to be LGBTQIA+.

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For my own, Pausania will continue to rant, while Phaedra fights an urge to rage in response, oh, wait, this isn’t D & D. This is A Symposium in Space…:)

“One thing you have been blessed with is an abundance of good looks.” Pausania waved a free hand to gesture to my head, hips, and legs. “You won’t keep that blessing if you allow a sour attitude to show.”

“If I allow a sour attitude?!” I balled my hands into fists. “You’re lecturing me about sourness?”

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Conversations with Christopher: Growl No More

(Christopher sits within the white space of the Cauldron. Once more he’s facing Grace Morisot from my recently completed version of Wind Me Up, One More Time. Once more, she is holding Theodora, her teddy bear in her arms.)

Christopher: Growl no more, Theodora. I hear your story is finished. Once again, I’m envious.

Theodora: Growwr.

Grace: Theodora says you’ve got a finished story, too, Stealing Myself From Shadows, which is the first in a series.

Christopher: It needs revision.

Theodora: Growwr.

Grace So does Wind Me Up, One More Time. It needs one…pass? Yes, a pass before our scribbler sends it off to Shenanigans Press.

Christopher: While mine requires all the steps necessary in a self-published novel. Which our scribbler is still figuring out.

Theodora: Growwr.

Grace: We’re not sure if Shenanigans Press will accept our story, you know. Even with the changes.

Christopher: I know, I’m sorry. I can’t help feeling jealous. It’s strange, missing being part of a story. Sometimes I thought all I wanted for the scribbler to leave me alone. Like when I lost Damian.

Grace: I understand. I lost people, too. I didn’t lose all of them, though, not forever.

Theodora: Growwr.

Grace: Theodora says she thought she was going to lose me, but she got me back. Don’t give up on Damian.

Christopher: Oh, I’m not. A major arc in My Tool, My Treasure is getting Damian back. I just wish the scribbler would return to that story.

(A red curtain appears behind Grace, Theodora, and Christopher.)

Quartz: (his voice comes from behind the curtain) Me first! You’re going to have NaNoWriMo, but any time between that and Wind Me Up, One More Time goes to my story! Don’t you forget it!
Theodora: Growwr.

Christopher: Heh, I don’t think you need to translate that, Grace. I’m guessing Theodora is saying that we weren’t likely to forget. Not with Quartz reminding us at every opportunity.

Grace: (giggles) Pretty much.

Quartz: Go ahead and laugh. Like I’m going to get that much time, what will all the preparations for the scribbler’s upcoming vacation.

Theodora: Growwr.

Grace: Theodora says to cheer up, Quartz. Maybe our scribbler will get really inspired while on vacation. She might see or do something that leads to another scene in your story.

Christopher: That could happen, Quartz.

Quartz: Aye, it could. Or the scribbler could get distracted. Again.

Christopher: You won’t know until it happens.

Quartz: Aye, I won’t, lad. I really won’t.

(The red curtain disappears.)

Theodora: Growwr.

Grace: Poor Quartz. He sounds depressed.

Christopher: He’s not looking forward to the guests he’s having on the upcoming Secondary Characters Speak Out blog.

Grace: He’s not? Who are they?

Christopher: I have no idea. I guess we’ll find out.

Theodora: Growwr.

Christopher: Exactly.

#RainbowSnippets: A Symposium in Space

Welcome to Rainbow Snippets!

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For my own, Pausania will continue the rant she was in the middle of last week in A Symposium in Space (poor Phaedra)…

“Have I ever been ungenerous? I’ve done a far better job of taking care of you than you’ve ever done, Phaedra. Your pitiful attempts at self-sufficiency wouldn’t even buy you a short essay on the net!”

I swallowed, feeling myself quiver all over at this accusation. In truth, I wished I was more independent. My skills hadn’t been very profitable.

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Conversations with Christopher: Quartz Shares a Grumble

(Quartz sits in a chair, feet not quite hitting the front, but he refuses to be in a smaller seat than Christopher. Happily, Christopher isn’t very tall, even though he’s too tall as far as the dwarf is concerned.)

Quartz: Hmmph. Not sure why I’m here, talking to you. Again.

Christopher: Maybe because we’re in the same situation? Our stories are on hold until the scribbler finishes Wind Me Up, One More Time.

Quartz: How does it feel, eh? Guessing you’re not used to this. Being put on hold.

Christopher: Yes, I am. We’ve talked about this before, remember? Right here.

Quartz: Right, right. Guess I’m still having trouble believing it. You’re from the scribbler’s beloved Omphalos and Shadow Forest, the big series she’s poured her life into.

Christopher: Yet you’ve resurrected yourself with our scribbler’s imagination, made yourself popular with readers. You’ve even claimed a regular blog, or a regular part on her blogs, too.

Quartz: You have, too, sort of. Look at you now.

Christopher: Yes, although I’m starting to feel like a talk show host from the scribbler’s world. Where had my story gone? When will I rejoin it? Is the scribbler thinking of these things at all?

Quartz: You’re preaching to the abandoned. The abandoned talk show host, no less. Maybe we should do something about it, eh? Shake up the scribbler’s imagination a bit-

(A red curtain appears behind the dwarf and the shadowling.)

Theodora: (One can hear her behind the curtain.) Growwr.

Grace: (Her voice also comes from behind the curtain.) Theodora says no shaking things up until our story is finished. That goes for you, too, scribbler.

Theodora: GROWWR!!

Grace: Do you know how long we’ve waited for our story to finish? Much longer than Quartz or even Christopher have been around!

Quartz: (grumbles) Ruddy bear.

Christopher: I thought you liked her.

Quartz: Aye, I respect her stubborness. She’s still a ruddy bear.

Theodora: Growwr.

Grace: Thank you.

Christopher: Looks like we’ve got no choice but to wait.

Quartz: Right. (He glares at the curtain but says nothing.)

Theodora: Growwr.

Grace: Theodora says thank you.

(The red curtain disappears.)

Quartz: You should thank me. Aye, I’ll wait. What choice have I got?

Christopher: At least we have these blogs. You’ve got another Secondary Characters Speak Out at the end of the month.

Quartz: Right. That I’m not looking forward to. (He shudders.)

Christopher: Why not?

Quartz: You’ll see.

#RainbowSnippets: A Symposium in Space

Welcome to Rainbow Snippets!

Every Saturday or Sunday, those participating post and share six sentences of LGBTQIA+ fiction on their blogs. It can be their own. It can be someone else’s. It just needs to be LGBTQIA+.

To read a wide variety of samples from different LGBTQIA+ stories, go to…

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For my own, Phaedra and Pausania will continue where they left off last week in A Symposium in Space…

I shook my head. “Stop acting like what you do only affects you.”

“How dare you…” Pausania trembled all over. She took a long, slow breath. “Why are you complaining?”

 

Interested in reading the rest of the novella? Here are buy links…

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