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Disparate Threads — A Visitor

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This is the next installment of Disparate Threads, a Fantasy-Fiction Blog-Serial that updates twice weekly.  To read the story from the beginning (and to learn more about the world and the characters) check out Disparate Threads.


The storm seemed to stretch on for eternity, showing little sign of letting up. Mikael found herself easily falling into her own role within the household, patterns and habits establishing themselves. When she presented the pile of fabric to Gloria and Mitchell something shifted between them, and there was a gentle transition from Mikael feeling like a guest in their home to feeling as though she were being accepted as a member of the household.

Sometimes, when the winds weren’t howling howl quite as strong, Mikael was invited to help in the barn. Cleaning stalls, feeding animals, all kinds of work she would have never imagined she would do. It was hard work, but Mikael found herself enjoying it in a way; there was something satisfying in ending each day so exhausted that sleep came easily.

On days when the storm was particularly vehement Mitchell ventured to the barn alone, sometimes having to navigate the way using a clothesline tied between the house and the barn. He would tend to the necessary chores there before vanishing to his workshop below the house.

Gloria and Mikael would work on various indoor tasks accompanied by the background music of hammering, sawing, and the occasional clatter of wood being dropped or split. It was a cozy peacefulness that began to settle around Mikael like a warm blanket. At moments she could almost lull herself into thinking that life had always been this way, memories of Joie fading. Sometimes the growing peace would be jolted by a tune would passing through her mind, music that had haunted her nights. She tried to shuffle the tune away, there was nothing that could be done about it now. If, indeed, there was anything that she could do at all.

One day, when the storm had decided to settle for a short while, a knock on the door brought a jarring reminder that there existed a world outside. [Read More]

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Disparate Threads — Warmth in the Storm

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 This is the next installment of Disparate Threads, a Fantasy-Fiction Blog-Serial that updates twice weekly.  To read the story from the beginning (and to learn more about the world and the characters) check out Disparate Threads.

That night Mikael sat up for some time, her mind continuing to swirl in thought. Gloria and Mitchell seemed to get by on so little and asked so little of her. She wanted to trust them, and found herself doing so in little bits and piece, without thought, as she had trusted the footman who bid her to run into the woods. Something stirring from deep within her was slowly growing and expanding with a conviction that she had to learn whom to trust, to decide who and when she was going to give full trust to others; Joie’s belief that no one could be trusted would only get her so far.

Whatever was coming with the stirring of the air and cold could not be survived in isolation. The cold in the woods would have killed her, if nothing else had gotten to her first, and it had seemed there was little choice but trust Gloria and Mitchell when they offered to take her in; so far they had done nothing to show any signs that they wanted anything but the best for her. She sensed that, just as she was learning to trust their kindness, she had to also trust this sense she carried of a lurking danger, this other-worldly cold. She had to trust her sense that she could not survive it alone, and would have to allow herself to put some faith in others if they were to survive.

Her eyes drifted to the wall, where Gloria has carefully hung the dress Mikael had arrived in; she had taken great care in cleaning and repairing it. A beautiful dress, but completely impractical here. Mikael leaned back with a sigh, listening again to the sounds of the storm raging outside; picking …  [Read More]

 

Round-Up Round Two

Here are a few of the things that have caught my attention this month:

Resilience through Change, explored in The Sky(Deck) is Not Falling,

A fun list of procrastination types.

Someone tried to tell adults that they should be ashamed of reading Young Adult literature this month.  Needless to say, some people had things to say about this matter.

Encounters with a legend.

On a much more serious note:  How We All Miss the Point on School Shootings.

But, lets finish with some new music.  I’ve been hearing UltraTom’s music (in one form or another) for pretty much my whole life… always love when he puts together something new, and have found it to be great music to write to!

An Alli-Request!

Blogging Etiquette

So, I’m not entirely sure what “Standard Practice” is, but I have a request.  While I love that I get people liking my posts, I would love it even more if they were being read!  When I get a “like” within a few seconds of the post going live, or when a post goes up where you need to click a link to finish reading it and it’s clear that the link hasn’t been clicked (like, a recent post which the link was broken for the first 3 hours the post was up, until someone called that to my attention), I’m pretty sure that the post hasn’t been read.

I like to pretend that I’m all kinds of awesome (or, rather, I try to pretend that I am), but I’m pretty sure I’m not awesome enough that everything I write is golden.   Hopefully no one else is making such assumptions either!  I would much rather have someone take the time to read what I have written and make some comments than to blindly click the star and move on.  Quality over quantity.    🙂

Disparate Threads – Swirling Winds

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This is the next installment of Disparate Threads, a Fantasy-Fiction Blog-Serial that updates twice weekly.  To read the story from the beginning (and to learn more about the world and the characters) check out Disparate Threads.

Mikael was spotted by the inhabitants of the farmhouse before she had a chance to change out of her fine clothes — though the dress was all but destroyed by layers of mud and filth. The snow had turned from a steady fall to a driving force as she ran through the woods, stinging her face and soaking her cloak. Mitchell Pirlan, and his wife, Gloria, had welcomed Mikael welcomed to their humble home, a small farmhouse warmed primarily by a cooking stove and a single fireplace. They offered her dry clothing, a hearty meal, a place to rest her head, and asked nothing of her in return. Even after a few weeks, the snow stranding them with little hope (and little threat, Mikael found herself thinking) of contact with the outside world, there were no questions. Gloria seemed simply thrilled to have someone to talk at, and Mitchell spent much of his time digging through the snow to check on the animals. When he wasn’t outside he was downstairs in the studio carving little figurines, toys, boxes, and other things of the like.

“Things are unsettled here of late,” Gloria spoke without pausing as she bustled around the room, doing what seemed to be at least a dozen different things at once. Meanwhile, Mikael struggled with her single assigned task of peeling potatoes. It was a new experience for her, something she had watched servants do a few times but never tried herself. Slowly slicing the thin layer of the peel away from the potato, bit by bit, took nearly all her attention and care, and then there was the matter of making sure all those little shavings ended up in a small pile rather than on the floor. In her short time at the farmhouse [Read More]

I NEED your thoughts

This blog (and Disparate Threads) take a lot of my time (along with my daily commute, and work)… and I’m thinking that perhaps I should cut back on my posting.  I want to have more time to interact with all of you (like, actually getting to read people’s blogs, and comment, and all that fun stuff I want to do like that) and I want to be able to put more time into each post (and on fun surrounding things for Disparate Threads, like maps, and more information about the characters and sharing some of the world-building periphery).  Also, I’d like to start being able to carve out time to work on some of my other projects that I’ve put aside (not to mention preparing for the fact that I will be starting school again in a few months, and will need to have time for that!)

So, what is a good updating schedule?  I’d like to keep Disparate updating twice a week, and I want to be updating here enough that I can have fun and say what I want to say.  But I also feel like I may be flooding people too much with blog posts, and therefore not actually being read.  So.. poll time…  PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE respond!  I want to know what you think!

Disparate Threads – Into the Cold

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This is the next installment of Disparate Threads, a Fantasy-Fiction Blog-Serial that updates twice weekly.  To read the story from the beginning (and to learn more about the world and the characters) check out Disparate Threads.

 

As the journey continued on Mikael spent some time trying to to clear her thoughts. She let her mind drift, moving in and out of scattered thoughts, even allowing a moment to ponder where she was being sent. “Somewhere safe,” was all that Joie had said. Away from the borders, she figured. But Mikael knew that it was not going to be a truly safe place. She could try to fool herself, try to convince her mind that safety existed further from the borders, but deep in her bones she knew that the threat that was coming was something that could not be so easily escaped; true and complete safety was unlikely to be found. The thought haunted her, she hated that she did not know what it was she was seeking safety from. Was the threat simply soldiers from another country? Why were such soldiers a threat to her? What was this sense of something more sinister in the air? What was she supposed to be running from? Why was she running? And where was she running to? Where should she be running to?

As quickly as she found those questions, her mind hopped to another series of far less coherent thoughts. She settled back in her seat, allowing the thoughts to just wash through her. These incoherent fragments would come and go and she had to trust that some day, when it was the right time, they would take coherence and make sense. Until that day came, she would keep her meandering thoughts to herself, keep her head down, and follow the path that was being laid out for her. It seemed as though it would work, and she honestly could not think of any other options that would make more sense.

Mikael couldn’t recall when the first dreams had… [Read More]