Category: Excerpt
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Brotherhood: The Mountain Ascent, Part 1 of 2 (TVB Universe)
I originally wrote this two-part short story for my college Creative Writing class taught by author Janet Riehecky, chronicling one of the many misadventures of Frum Wimbleton, Cartographer of Amboron. This is a slightly tweaked version, edited for clarity. Like The Exodus, this is another tale in the TVB Universe, though many years before Jaranin‘s…
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Blog-Exclusive Fiction – The Exodus, Finale (TVB Universe)
To Beginning (Part 1) — “Took me long enough to find you. Hello, Mara.” Somehow, some way, she could hear The Magus, and it made her heart soar a thousand miles. She couldn’t see him; she couldn’t see anything but a brilliant white light enveloping her. But this was his audible voice, clear like crystal,…
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Blog-Exclusive Fiction – The Exodus, Part 9 (TVB Universe)
To Beginning (Part 1) — WARNING: The following content may not be suitable for young readers or audiences sensitive to violent content. “Toying with that kind of energy is far too dangerous.” “More dangerous than using that same energy to shoot fire or manipulate water—like we do every day?” Mara teases. “Yes, energy levels so…
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Blog-Exclusive Fiction – The Exodus, Part 8 (TVB Universe)
To Beginning (Part 1) — WARNING: The following content may not be suitable for young readers or audiences sensitive to violent content. Follow me. We’re leaving. Mara’s feet pounded the ground in an uneven drum beat. Ba-thump. Ba-thud-thum-thump. She staggered across the plain, ducking and dodging and weaving over the blackened, pock-marked earth that had…
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TVB Prologue Poll – Option 2: Ristan Flees
Screams of murder rang in his ears as Ristan ran. They made for an eerie harmony screeching to the rhythm of his pounding feet and his hammering heart: thum-thum-thum. Thirteen more seconds of sprint speed. Then my body slows from sprint to running speed. “Traitor!” his pursuer’s voices howled at his heels. They echoed the…
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TVB Prologue Poll – Option 1: A Bedtime Story (Revised)
I hope Mama can play with me soon, Jaranin thought as he shivered. He didn’t know why he was shaking; he wasn’t cold. The fire and the soft blankets Mama had made kept Jaranin toasty warm. Burrowing into his bed of blankets had pushed some of his messy brown hair into his eyes. He brushed…