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June Promptlies >> Week 3

Welcome, WELCOME, one & all! Today begins Week 3 of my writerly link-up!
I know it's Monday.  But yesterday I woke up a bit under the weather & with no energy to get this post up yesterday. . . So here we are! 
My usual Name post will be up tomorrow! never fear. :]


This is a writerly link-up---and by that I mean it's geared towards hobby writers, storytellers, & aspiring authors (as well as published ones!)---but it's ABSOLUTELY open to EVERYONE.

For the lovely month of March, we're diving into five weeks of writing prompts.  This is the second week, so there's four chances (including this week) to jump in on this---whether you're able to join one or all!

Find the how-to's below.  MUST READ --->


>   Use the prompt (below) to write a short story/paragraph/excerpt, then post that short on your blog. The deadline for posting that particular prompt each week is Saturday, but you are free to share said story on ANY day before then—this could be as soon as you've completed the little story, or any other day of the week you have free from your usual blog posts.
Each story should be a minimum of 300 to a max of 1000 words!
>  Use the "Promptlies" banner (above), & make sure to link back to this blog somewhere.
>  Revisit THIS POST to share your link via the link tool at the bottom of this page so everyone else may visit to read the treasure you've written.
>  No foul language or vulgarity of any kind.
>  No sensuality.
>  Keep blood & gore to a minimum please!
>  Try out a new genre! This is the perfect opportunity to write something NEW. Or perhaps a great way to revamp & use characters from a current (or old) WIP for these prompts. Whatever it may be, be creative!
And spread the word!!! A potential giveaway is coming sometime in April, but ONLY IF this little blog manages to reach 110 followers.  :]

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BEHOLD, your prompt for this week!


Happy writing!!!

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SHARE YOUR LINK HERE!


You are invited to the Inlinkz link party!
Click here to enter
This linkup will be open for this particular prompt until Saturday, June 22nd.  So make sure you get this week's link in by then!  But if you miss it for some reason, no worries---you can jump in anytime.  Just leave a comment below so I can visit your blog!

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Lizzie (& Griff) >> June Promptlies #2

Happy Friday!!!
It's Week 2 of my June Promptlies Link-up!
Click HERE for the info.  :]

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Soooooo. . . I did a thing.  AGAIN.  Yeah.  I kinda brainstormed another story idea---which kinda is an old story I'd thought up a year or two ago but never really did anything with---and have a shiny new cast of characters for this week's prompt as well as the hankering to write this story along with the other 23549513887 things I need to doHA.  WHY DOES THIS KEEP HAPPENING.  Oh. I guess I really am a writer, y'all!  Nothing published, but STORIES IN MAH HEAD. . . *internal screaming*

*COUGH*

But this one.  THIS ONE. Is a Western!  You know how I absolutely adore Louis L'Amour westerns and that I've been reading them since I was literally two years old? (Seriously, my mum has a video of me walking around with my dad's L'Amour novel---upside down---babbling to myself at age two.)  Well, I got this crazy idea of wanting to do a faerietale retelling set in the Wild West in the late 1800s.  There's not all that many retellings set/inspired by the West---except now! thanks to Kyle Robert Shultz & his Crockett & Crane series.  <--LOVE.  So, I wanted to write one, but feature a tale on the little-known side.  And this prompt was perfect to get me thinking again about this idea again.

Howevah. . .
I'm going to be mean & not tell you which faerietale. . .  You die-hard faerietale fans must guess which one I'm using.  If you answer correctly, I'll send as many virtual cookies as possible.  ;D

So go on.  Please read!


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I TRIIIIIED to keep this in the max limit of words, but it was impossible.  I couldn't take anything out, because it felt so necessary. . . And HOPEFULLY it'll be so engaging you won't even know it's 683 words over the max count. . . heheh.

Enjoy!

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Photo by Eileen Wong on Unsplash

          I glare at Yance and his stubborn-set face. Despite the stern expression, his eyes hold a sense of urgency and sorrow. I couldn’t blame him, nor the rest of my brothers standing around us.
          They were innocent.
          But—somehow—there was too much stupid, false evidence against them. All of them.
          And it was forcing them to run. Something they wouldn’t dream of doing—they were too proud.
          I attempted to swallow back the tears like the tough ranch girl I tried to be, daughter of the late reigning ranch lord and sister to seven steel-backed cowboys. The wild ways of the West had taken Papa just a year before, and now it seemed I would lose my brothers as well.
          A blasted tear escaped. I was never good at hiding my emotions.
          But I wanted to be brave. I wanted to fix this. What would I do without them? I couldn’t run the ranch on my own. I couldn’t protect our assets of cattle, pastureland, natural springs, and rich soil. This was our kingdom. Even with our faithful hired hands, how could I keep it all together and promise safety and good pay with the land-hungry neighbors all around?
          And when would I see these dear faces again?
          Yance, and his gentle, chocolate eyes. Ben’s hearty laugh. Marsh, and his bear hugs. Dan’s gift for music. Anders, and his way with horses. Zach’s incredible woodwork. And Leo’s listening ears. Of them all, I felt closest to Leonel, who was two years older than me, the youngest.
          The tears were flowing freely now. But I didn’t care. I felt each of my brothers gather around and wrap me in their arms. They didn’t say much. But no one had to. I could practically taste the urgency and tension in the air. It wasn’t every day one’s brothers were accused of murder. And all seven of them to boot. I didn’t think I’d ever understand how that happened. But I knew their story, and I trusted them with all my heart.
          Finally, someone broke our circle. But I’d never forget how safe and loved I’d felt in the midst of it. I brushed my tears away with the sleeve of my dress, twisting my apron in my hands and determining in my heart to be strong.
          “Be careful,” I began, my voice shaky at first, but gaining that façade of confidence I wanted them to hear. “And don’t worry about me. I will manage—you can be certain of that, if anything. But please—be safe. The Navajo won’t take kindly to trespassers—no matter how friendly you’ve been to their chief.”
          Leo squeezed my hand, stopping them from strangling my poor apron. “We’ll be fine, Lizzie,” he said softly, and the others murmured assent. But I watched Yance, who seemed to be taking this the hardest. As the eldest, I’m sure he felt torn in his big-brother job of protector—to help his brothers, or to watch over me. But we all knew it wasn’t I who faced danger. Still, the sense of helplessness was threatening to drown us all.
          They had to go. Nothing but a noose waited for them here—and I was keeping them too long. Even the safety of our secret cove and the tranquil canyon where we found current refuge would soon be discovered as the lawmen tore our ranch apart searching for innocent men.
          Anger began to boil in my veins.
          I would prove their innocence.
          Somehow.
          Or die trying.

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          Railroad millionaire, Griff Morrow, had traveled across the entire country from the East to West coast, but only one Wild West flower caught his eye in all those miles of track and townships. And she was walking toward him.
          Lizzie Swann.
          From the rumors around town, her large homestead was in danger of collapsing. Until now, he had assumed the references to a Miss Swann and her failing ranch were that of an older woman, mature in her years, and the subject of scorn because she wouldn’t accept any decent offer for her land. Already neighboring ranchers were pushing cattle onto her borders—the greedy scum. And if he were to believe the gossip, she’d lost half of her hired men due to unseemly accidents. It seemed someone wanted her property, and they were using fear to get it.
          But this was no elderly maid. Lizzie Swann was young and lovely, Griff observed, slightly surprised. Long, brown hair flowed in soft waves down her back framing an oval face with large hazel eyes. Her figure was slender and lean, but he could see from the way she held herself she had a strength all her own.
          Her eyes were what caught his attention. He imagined they held a sparkle when she laughed, but all he could see now was an underlying sadness.
          Talk of her brothers was most likely the cause of her suffering. It had been two weeks, but the murder was just as fresh in the minds of the townsfolk as if it had happened yesterday. One hardly made it two steps without catching a conversation tied to the crime of the year. He’d been here all of a week and was sick of it. Underneath the shadows in Lizzie’s eyes, he sensed she was as well.
          He stood to his feet as she approached his table. “Sir,” she began, her voice soft and gentle to his ears. “I must speak with you if you’ve a few moments to spare. Your foreman said I’d find you here.”
          “Miss Swann,” he said in greeting, then gestured to the empty seat across from him. “Please sit,” he offered, and helped her into the chair before taking his own once again. “May I order refreshment for you? A coffee perhaps?”
          Her eyes widened, and she began to protest, “Oh! No, I couldn’t—”
          “Please. I insist,” he added with a grin. He flagged a waitress and put in the order before turning back to her. Lizzie was clasping and unclasping her hands in a nervous manner, and he couldn’t help but catch her blush as she glanced at him and looked away.
          Their coffees came quickly and once her fingers were wrapped comfortably around her cup, he gave her his undivided attention. “Now, Miss Swann. How may I be of service?”
          She took a tentative sip, then placed her cup back down with a clink. “I’ve a business proposition, Mr Morrow, and I do hope you’ll consider it.” The sorrow returned to her pretty features as he watched her thoughts cloud her face. She continued, her words coming faster, “I have heard much of your reputation, sir, and know that first and foremost you are an honest businessman, and I wish to—to offer you the deed to my ranch and all the property and equipment it includes.”
          Griff blinked, caught unawares. But she went on.
          “I can’t do it without my brothers. And the longer time passes, the more I lose. I trust not a one of those other ranchers offering me ‘reasonable’ offers—my hired hands are practically terrified to set out to work each morning because of Madam Hotch’s men, and I cannot ask them to continue when their lives could be in danger. The sheriff—” Lizzie’s voice hitched, softening further to a whisper. “The sheriff turns a blind eye to their activities and won’t listen to me…”
          Griff listened quietly until her last sentence faded and all one could hear was the clinking of dishes in the hotel’s restaurant. If there was one thing he was known for, it was that he was a deep thinker. And no decision he ever made was on impulse, no matter how great the bargain. It was the key to his success in the railroad business. And would continue.
          “Please, Mr Morrow, will you buy my ranch? I made a promise to my brothers and it’s one I intend to keep. But I cannot do so while worrying about my home and the people and property entrusted to it.” She hadn’t touched her coffee again, but had returned to wringing her hands. “If you like, I will show you the property this afternoon, or tomorrow even.” She met his eyes more directly this time, in anticipation.
          “I am not one for hasty decisions, Miss Swann—”
          “Please, call me Lizzie.”
          He nodded acknowledgment. “But I would like to see the property, Miss Lizzie. From what I’ve heard, I’d say you are sitting on the best bit of land for hundreds of miles.”
          A smile tugged her lovely lips. “You would be correct, Mr Morrow. It’s my little kingdom, but it’s nothing without my brothers.” And just like that, her smile transformed.
          He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table, and hoped his voice held the compassion he wished to convey. “I don’t know the details, Miss Lizzie. But I listen and I listen well. And if your brothers are anything like what these folks say, then they’re no murderers. We’ll look at the ranch this afternoon and I’ll sign the deed directly afterwards. And should all come out well in the end, perhaps someday you’ll be asking to buy back your little kingdom,” he said with a smile. Her features lit up, proving him right. Her eyes did sparkle when she smiled. The thought of wanting to know her better flitted through his mind.
          She ventured to grasp her coffee mug just as a blush graced her cheeks. For some reason, it flattered him he was the cause.
          “May I ask what you intend to do once ownership is transferred?”
          She sobered immediately, and a different kind of spark came to her eyes. “I’m going to prove their innocence.”
          He nodded thoughtfully. Wouldn’t he do the same if his brother was falsely accused of a crime? He didn’t know the Swann brothers, nor the whole of this entire mess, but something didn’t sit right, no matter what one heard. “How?”

          She smiled as if she possessed the biggest secret in the world. “I have a lead.”

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If you made it this far, I congratulate you!  This story is extremely low on the totem pole, but what did you think? Could you discern which tale inspired this one??

There's still time to enter the linkup! The link tool will be open until tomorrow night, so be sure to jump in before then.  :]  And have fun!

Ta-ta for now, y'all!

What's in a Name?

Good Monday to you, friends!

How was you weekend, may I ask?  Mine was lovely, albeit a little rainy.
Our little garden is finally coming in! It struggled so for quite a while, but is looking so good now & shouldn't be too much longer before I can bring in fresh veggies. *drools*  Do you & your family keep a garden each year?

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I've a fresh set of name, y'all!  This month is going to be busy with my writerly linkup, but I'm still planning on my usual posts & HOPEFULLY some book reviews at last. (They're piling up on me!!)  Also, I think this little blog will soon get a fresh new makeover!! SOOO excited.  I usually like to update my template & theme every year or two, and it's high time I did so now.  So keep yer eyes peeled!  I think I said that a month ago, but it's finally happening!! *^ - ^*

And be sure to check out this week's PROMPT for the June Promptlies linkup party!

Meanwhile, check out these names!

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Jansen
M English (modern)
YAN-sin, YAHN-sin, or JAN-sin

Variant of Jensen, from a Danish surname meaning "son of Jens"---which is a Danish form of John ("YAHWEH is gracious").


Areida
F | English (?)

Meaning unknown.  (This was the given name of Ella's best friend in Gail Carson Levine's novel [& film!] Ella Enchanted.)


Wodan
Germanic Mythology

Continental Germanic cognate of Óðinn, a form of Odin, meaning "inspiration, rage, frenzy."


Mariah
English
mǝ-RIE-ǝ

Variant of Maria (possibly meaning "beloved"), usually pronounced in a way that reflects an older English pronunciation of Maria. This name became popular in the early 1990s by American singer Mariah Carey (1970-).

Alejandro
Spanish
a-leh-KHAN-dro

Spanish form of Alexander, meaning "defending men."
NOTE:  This is the given name of a character in my WIP set in Spain. :]


Branka
Serbian, Croatian, Slovene

Feminine form of Branko, which is a diminutive of Branislav ("protection" combined with "glory") or Branimir ("protection" combined with "peace, love").







Names & meanings via behindthename.com.
Photos via Pinterest.

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Talk to me!  What do you think of these lovelies??

Are there any themed meanings/names you'd like to see in these posts?  Like, names meaning "sun," "moon," or "stars"? Or "brave" meanings? Or names from different colors?  Let me know! I may feature them in the coming weeks.  :]

June Promptlies >> Week 2

Welcome, WELCOME, one & all! Today marks Week 2 of my writerly link-up!
Posting this late. . . But here we are!


This is a writerly link-up---and by that I mean it's geared towards hobby writers, storytellers, & aspiring authors (as well as published ones!)---but it's ABSOLUTELY open to EVERYONE.

For the lovely month of March, we're diving into five weeks of writing prompts.  This is the second week, so there's four chances (including this week) to jump in on this---whether you're able to join one or all!

Find the how-to's below.  MUST READ --->


>   Use the prompt (below) to write a short story/paragraph/excerpt, then post that short on your blog. The deadline for posting that particular prompt each week is Saturday, but you are free to share said story on ANY day before then—this could be as soon as you've completed the little story, or any other day of the week you have free from your usual blog posts.
Each story should be a minimum of 300 to a max of 1000 words!
>  Use the "Promptlies" banner (above), & make sure to link back to this blog somewhere.
>  Revisit THIS POST to share your link via the link tool at the bottom of this page so everyone else may visit to read the treasure you've written.
>  No foul language or vulgarity of any kind.
>  No sensuality.
>  Keep blood & gore to a minimum please!
>  Try out a new genre! This is the perfect opportunity to write something NEW. Or perhaps a great way to revamp & use characters from a current (or old) WIP for these prompts. Whatever it may be, be creative!
And spread the word!!! A potential giveaway is coming sometime in April, but ONLY IF this little blog manages to reach 110 followers.  :]

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Without further ado, here's your prompt for this week!


Have fun!

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SHARE YOUR LINK HERE!

You are invited to the Inlinkz link party!
Click here to enter
This linkup will be open for this particular prompt until Saturday, June 15th.  So make sure you get this week's link in by then!  But if you miss it for some reason, no worries---you can jump in anytime.  Just leave a comment below so I can visit your blog!

Happy writing.  <333