Welcome to Rainbow Snippets!
Every Saturday or Sunday those participating write and post 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 variety of samples from different LGBTQIA+ stories, go to…
For mine, Cinders will continue where she left off in the expanded version of At Her Service I’m working on. This is a little longer than six sentences, forgive me…
I’ll never forget the angry snarl of hatred which distorted her face. What I’d seen chilling within her eyes and pinched lips had finally been set free.
I whimpered at the sight of that twisted, quivering mouth, ready to cover my head with my hands.
“Mother, stop.” I heard Ariella’s husky voice raised with a firm authority I’d never heard in it before. I opened my eyes to glimpse her ankles, peeking out from under the hem of a dark blue skirt. They were pale, bony, but there was a strength to them, planted in the ground, drawing energy from the earth, which traveled up her legs to her torso, heart, and head. The shape of the bone protruding from her ankles reminded me of a rock jutting out from the coastline, standing in proud defiance of the coming waves.
I wanted to grab her ankles, kiss her feet, to give her whatever I could to help her withstand against her mother’s rage or anything else that might crash against her.