#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 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+.

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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?”

 

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Conversations with Christopher: After Camp

(Once more, Christopher sits facing the little girl, holding her stuffed bear in her lap.)

Christopher: It’s over, huh?

(Grace turns the crank in Theodora’s back.)

Theodora: Growwr.
Grace: (She shakes her head.) No, it’s not over. Camp NaNoWriMo may be over, but Wind Me Up, One More Time isn’t finished, yet.

Christopher: The scribbler completed well over half your story, though, didn’t she? (mutters) That’s further than she got in My Tool, My Treasure.

(The little girl tugs at her bear’s back once more.)

Theodora: Growwr.

Grace: Theodora says the scribbler had a finished draft of our story. She was just expanding on certain things she was asked to by a potential publisher.

Christopher: While she only had a vague idea of where My Tool, My Treasure was going and where it would end. Neither of which she reached at the end of April. (He sighs.)

Theodora: Growwr.

Grace: We will finish our story. Finishing it is one of the scribbler’s plans before she disappears for three weeks at the beginning of September.

Christopher: I guess I’ll just have to wait for NaNoWriMo to return to my story.

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

Quartz: (His voice comes from behind the curtain.) Quit your fussing. Who knows when the scribbler will return to my story.

Theodora: Growwr?

Grace: Theodora thought you were next, Quartz? That once our scribbler finished Wind Me Up, One More Time, she was going to return to Of Cuckoo Clocks and Crystal Coffins?

Quartz: That’s after she finishes your story, sister. (His voice appears to address the teddy bear, whom Quartz seems to respect far more than the nisse, despite their beards. Plus she’s got a lot of blogs to set up in advance before the Great Disappearance in late August, early September. Not to mention she’s got something to type up, well, lots of things to type up. One of them is one of them ongoing what d’ye call them? Right. Fanfics. Yes, those. If she ever gets around to it.

Me: (My voice also comes from behind the curtain.) I’m doing as much as I can.

Quartz: Right. Just take a look at your Goodreads list. It shows where your mind has been of late.

Me: I’m writing, too! I’m getting my blogs set up! All right, I didn’t finish Wind Me Up, One More Time, but I’m close to finishing it!

Theodora: Growwr.

Grace: Theodora says don’t stop. Don’t let yourself be distracted from our story or she’ll growl. A lot.

Me: I know, I know…

Quartz: (speaking in a tone of admiration) Got to say, Theo, you know how to handle the scribbler.

Grace: (blinks) Theo?

Theodora: Growwr.

Grace: (She blinks again.) Huh. She likes it.

Quartz: Heh, heh…

#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 of LGBTQIA+ stories, go to…

https://www.facebook.com/groups/RainbowSnippets/?ref=group_header

For mine, Pausania and Phaedra will pick up where they left off last Saturday in A Symposium in Space…

I glanced at Pausania’s hand. “Have you even noticed you’re bleeding?”

“What does that have to do with anything?” She looked down at her bloody hand with an impatient irritation. “They’re only cuts.”

“Cuts hurt.”

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Conversations with Christopher: The Other Iama the Terrible

(Christopher sits facing a petite woman with shoulder-length dark hair, ivory skin, slightly slanted brown eyes who wears a red suit with golden buttons down the front.)

Christopher: I’ll admit, I’m confused. Right now Quartz is with another Iama the Terrible. I thought you were Iama the Terrible?

Maia: (She smiles.) Iama the Terrible was a villain in the children’s books my mother illustrated. My name is actually an anagram for Iama.

Christopher: Someone is worried, very worried about you becoming Iama the Terrible.

Maia: (Her smile disappears.) That would be Grace. Honestly, she’s too imaginative sometimes. Just because I got promoted doesn’t make me terrible. Nathalie encouraged her far too much in her storytelling, but what can I expect from Morisot’s daughters?

Christopher: It sounds like you didn’t care much for Nathalie and Grace’s mother.

Maia: I didn’t know her, not really. Oh, she was brilliant. One can see that just by looking at the books she wrote. Morisot was, however, extremely impractical. Her daughters picked up that impracticality. Both Nathalie and Grace spin fantasies right and left about the world around them, trying to make it a more magical place, and end up frightening themselves.

Christopher: While you’re more down-to-earth?

Maia: I want us to live well. It’s not enough to have a big house that Nathalie and Grace got from their mother. I want to turn it into a palace. I want to surround us with precious things, beautiful objects which will soothe and distract us from our pain. If I even wish to think of such a goal, I’ll need a job that doesn’t just pay well. I’ll need one that pays extraordinarily well. I’ll need to not just settle for being manager. I’ll need to take over the factory itself, make it grow, expand, even if that means sacrificing a few things to accomplish this.
Christopher: What do you need to sacrifice?

Maia: Well, our old way of life can’t continue, can it? Nathalie just walked away from it. Verity needs to change, to grow, to stop being a dull, somewhat old-fashioned little town. I’ll need to give up some time with Grace. Nathalie asked me to look after her while she went off on her mournful little soul-search and I’m doing my best, but Grace’s school tuition is expensive. Oh, we have enough to live comfortably, but that’s not enough. Not enough for the sort of lifestyle I dream of the three of us having. That’ll require serious effort.

Christopher: Just what have you done that Grace found terrible?

Maia: Well, I may have been a little harsh towards an employee who’s the mother of Grace’s friends in front of Grace. I’m not about to just start handing out vacations to people I’m not prepared to take.

Christopher: Did this employee need the vacation?

Maia: Well, it wasn’t like it was an emergency. Just some holiday time she wanted to take and spend with her family. You don’t see me taking any holiday time. I used to. I used to enjoy the holidays with Nathalie and Grace, but Nathalie just left. The times we spent together weren’t enough to convince her to stay. Why should I indulge other people in a frivolous waste of time when I know there’s no point to it?

Christopher: Maybe you see no point to it, but you’re the boss or manager at this factory, right?

Maia: For now. I intend to go higher. Much higher. All the way to the top.

Christopher: Perhaps, but the other people below are your responsibility, aren’t they? Their happiness while working at the factory is your responsibility?

Maia: Happiness, pah! Their productivity and welfare are my responsibility, not their happiness. They can find their own happiness. They can choke on it.

Christopher: Err, I see.

Maia: Lazy, ungrateful scabs, we’ll see how much they’ll continue to keep that up once I’m truly in charge. The way they smile at each other, taking it easy, never making any extra effort like my mother. They’re so content with what they’ve got. Well, not me. I spit upon their contentment.

Christopher: You do?

Maia: What right do they have to smile when Nathalie is gone? When I miss her so much, I want to scream? The only thing that makes the pain go away is work!

Christopher: Ah, I see.

Maia: I’ll get her back. Once I’m rich and powerful enough, I’ll make her come back. Grace, too. She’ll come around. Once we become truly wealthy, all thoughts of anything terrible will disappear. All of our troubles will go away. I’ll drown us in wealth until there’s no time to get lost in sad thoughts. Neither of them will leave me or doubt me, if I succeed.

Christopher: I’m beginning to see why Grace is worried.

Maia: What was that?

Christopher: Nothing. Thanks for stopping by.

Maia: You should thank me. There are several projects on my desk I could have made progress on while I was here.

Christopher:…

#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…

https://www.facebook.com/groups/RainbowSnippets/?ref=nf_target&fref=nf

Pausania is going to pick up where Phaedra left off last week. In fact, she would like to rant…only Phaedra is ready to argue…

“Men saw women swelling with life, only to be eaten with envy at the sight?” Men were always the villains of herstory as far as Pausania was concerned. “Don’t make excuses for them. Nothing can ever pardon them for what they’ve made.”

“What about what we’ve done?” I glanced at Pausania’s hand.

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