Monthly Archives: September 2018

Rainbow Snippets

Category : Rainbow Snippets

I joined a group on Facebook called Rainbow Snippets, which posts 6 sentences of LGBTQIA+ fiction every week and everyone follows on like a blog chain!  Make sure you check out the Facebook group for more snippets, or follow the #RainbowSnippets hashtag on Twitter.

Last week I posted a snipped from I Wore Heels to the Apocalypse, so this week I’ll do the sequel: Everything is Better With a Cape.

So, without further ado, here’s my snippet:

“Nice pic of us,” Tyrone observed, handing it back. “I might need to set up a fan page.”

“They think we’re a couple,” I said in utter disbelief that he’d missed this massive problem.

“Well, that’s probly for the best, Babe,” he said thoughtfully. “You can’t have gay superheroes, people wouldn’t stand for it.”

“What?” I looked at him. “Of course you can, why not? What about Smithy? Won’t he be upset?”

“He don’t know my secret identity, Babe,” Tyrone spoke calmly. “I was wearing the cap when I rescued him, wasn’t I?”

“I… what… Why can’t superheroes be gay?” I gave up on the cap thing for now.

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Rainbow Snippets

Category : Rainbow Snippets

I joined a group on Facebook called Rainbow Snippets, which posts 6 sentences of LGBTQIA+ fiction every week and everyone follows on like a blog chain!  I’ve mostly been lurking in the shadows and following the snippets, but today is Bi Visibility Day, so I’ve decided to stop lurking and actually post something!! Eeek! I’ll start with Heels, which is sort of like my “coming out” book, as it’s the first book to contain openly LGBT themes, to the point that some reviewers became very upset…

So, without further ado, here’s my 6 sentences:

“I’m gunna train Kerry in self defence,” Tyrone said determinedly. “She’ll be a kick ass lesbo in no time!”

“Thanks Tyrone,” was all I could bring myself to say, but I was weeping on the inside.

“It’s OK,” the badger reassured me. “There’s really no-one here to witness your humiliation, and if you turn this experience into a memoir, you can leave all the embarrassing bits out.”

“Be a pretty short memoir then,” I observed.

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Landscapes

Category : Flash Friday

I haven’t done a Friday Flash for a while, but I’ve felt a bit blocked.  These are characters from my current WIP, A Walk in the Park.  This flash may find its way into the finished novel, or may just serve as background – I don’t know yet.  I do know that the prompt of Landscapes, managed to get me writing again, and I feel excited about my characters again.  Hopefully, you like it too.  Let me know what you think.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Don’t get me wrong,” Cathleen was lying on her side, face propped on her hand, studying Jules. “I understand the point of landscapes. They didn’t have cameras, it was a way of capturing a moment, recording it. But really, it’s just copying. Anyone can copy.”

“It’s also a way of appreciating beauty,” Jules turned her head to gaze at Cathleen. This had happened far too fast, she wasn’t this person, was she? “People appreciate beauty in different ways.”

“They do,” Cathleen was studying her as though she was memorising her. The contours of her face, her body.

“Stop it!” Jules rolled over, suddenly self conscious and began to gather up her clothes.

“Where are you going?” Cathleen sat up, totally comfortable in her own skin.

“Nowhere,” Jules said over her shoulder as she hauled on her t-shirt and hopped into her jeans. “I just don’t like being naked in the middle of the day!”

“Hmm.” Cathleen made a sort of non-commital noise and continued to study her.

“I’d better not see myself in the next exhibit you do,” Jules warned, half joking, half not. “I’ll know, no matter how abstract you make it!”

“Some things are private.” Cathleen stretched languidly and climbed from the bed. “I’d rather have you there in person,” she smiled and took Jules’ hands.

“I… um…” Jules found herself struggling for words under the intense gaze. Suddenly her phone began to beep. She started as though remembering she was awake. “Shit! I have a meeting!” She pulled away and began to hunt for her shoes.

“Fine,” Cathleen took on a mock sulky tone. “Just leave me here with my paints.”

“I’ll call you later,” Jules offered.

“Yes, do, I’m not easy, you know.” Cathleen laughed. She’d already set a canvas up on an easel. “I think I’ll do a landscape, I feel inspired to capture beauty.”