Backlogged updates!

November often sucks my soul with the pace I have to write for NaNoWriMo. I have essentially shut down between work and holiday crap and post-NaNoWriMo hangover. Therefore, I thought maybe I’d owe you guys a little bit of something since I’ve not posted anything for the month of December.

Currently I owe you two Six Sentence Sunday posts, a Friday snippet and two Monday blog game posts.

I don’t think Susan is doing the Monday blog game posts right now with the holidays and her participation in the big contest. Therefore, those might be on hiatus for a bit.

Here is the two six sentence Sundays and the Friday snippet. Enjoy!

~*~*~*~*~

The scene unfroze, the children jeering or yelling. What Niakon wasn’t expecting was the young Makiros to stand and open his hands, drawing a nebula of fire. The entire circle of children was engulfed, the children running and screaming as their clothes caught fire and burned. Niakon watched as they clawed at the fabric to take it off. Some of their clothing had melted to their skin. Their skin burned and crisped. Some of the children collapsed as the flames engulfed their bodies. Blackened skeletal fingers clutched at the linen of his robes, leaving ashen fingerprints. Niakon brushed them away. The children clung to him. He smelled the acrid stench of burning flesh. It curled his lip and wrinkled his nose. It would be weeks before he could flush the smell. Once one smelled burning human flesh, it could never be forgotten.

~*~*~*~*~

The scene came to life, the children shouting. Two boys shook her brother’s books and took his work from the pages. They shredded some of them and tossed his books. A young version of Maki watched with abject horror as they went through his belongings. This was familiar.

“The note!”

Child Maki rose but instead of curling in on himself like he always did, he held his head high. His arms spread out to the side.

The children all burst into flames.

“Oh, God, Maki, no!” Alex cried, rushing into the middle of the circle. Her robes caught fire and burned around her. She grabbed one of the children and shoved him to the ground, rolling him in the sand. His flames extinguished.

The other children screamed and ran around her.

“Maki, help me! We have to put them out!” She grabbed another screaming, running child and shoved him to the ground, rolling him over. She swatted at the ends of her gown.

When she looked up at her brother, he was staring at her. The darkness in his eyes frightened her.

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About Carrie Fulk Vaughn

Carrie Fulk Vaughn (C.V. Madison) is a licensed massage therapist, author of LGBTQIA, Urban fantasy, horror & romance. Gamer geek full of Mountain Dew and schadenfreude pie. Twitter addict. Ball jointed doll collector.

Posted on December 13, 2012, in Original Fiction. Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

  1. Very dark! I wonder how the conflict turns out.

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