November 11, 2012
I’m doing great on NaNoWriMo, but Six Sentence Sunday continues. Nashua just told her parents that she’s going to be a witch…
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Father dropped his cup. “What did you say, girl?” Mother burst into loud wails and sobs.
“Thank you very much, I enjoyed myself…”
“That’s – that’s a disgrace to our family at the best of times, but after seeing one of them humiliate your mother, and hearing how frightened she was? Do you hate her so much that you want to become one of her tormentors?”
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November 4, 2012
Even NaNoWriMo can’t stop Six Sentence Sunday! Nashua and her mother got home from the fair, but all is not well in the town of Egya…
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By the end, when Mother told Father how Moon White had laid ‘the true name charm’ on her and forced her over to the fire, she was sniffling and crying just a little bit.
Father hummed over several bites, and turned to Nashua. “Well, girl, do you have anything to say to your mother?”
“Thank you very much for taking me to the fair, Mother. I’m going to be a witch someday!” The last part just sort of slipped out because she was so excited about it.
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September 30, 2012
It’s Six Sentence Sunday again! (Well, not as I’m posting, because I’m trying to get a spot close to the beginning of the linky list this time around, but by the time you read, it’ll be Sunday morning at the earliest.)
Thanks to all who commented on this piece already. There’ll be lots of more excitement as a young girl who’s suddenly interested in witches visits Fox’s Fair with her family…
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“Please, please, can we?”
Mother looked around, and saw where Nashua was pointing. “You are a well-born young lady, and nobody in this family is going to have anything to do with witches if we can help it! For goodness’ sake, my child, why did we let the day-woman read you all those witch stories if you weren’t going to learn from them?”
Mother tried to lead the way off towards some other diversion, but Nashua was not prepared to move away yet. “Being well-born is rotten; nobody else seems scared of the witch.”
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September 23, 2012
Well, it’s Six Sentence Sunday again!
Last week, I started sharing from my raw Camp Nanowrimo fantasy manuscript, telling the story of how a little girl becomes a powerful witch…
The kids had been talking about the fair for weeks, ever since Jackalan had brought the first news. Jackalan’s father was the Baron’s Reveller, which apparently meant that he was always looking for fun things that the town of Egya could do.
School was let out for a week-long holiday, and Nashua went to the first day of the fair with Mother and Auntie Lima and Nashua’s cousin Peeyi. There were singing bards and jumping acrobats and lots of unfamiliar but delicious food. There were two knights that jousted, though Nashua was a little disappointed after watching them go three rounds that neither had seriously hurt the other.
But a shiver ran through her as Mother led the way past a tent where a little boy her own age was calling out “Come one, come all – have your fortune told by the witch!”
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September 16, 2012
Hi, Six Sentence Sunday-ers, and I hope you’re having a good week. This time I’m going to start sharing snippets from the unfinished novel ‘The Witches of Arion’, which I started for Camp Nanowrimo’s August session. This is somewhat raw unedited prose, so I’m sorry for any little mistakes that creep in.
This book started as a prequel idea to my seaside fantasy “The Storm Mirror”, and tells some of how the old dead witch in that story, Grandmother Sunshine, became a witch in the first place…
Nashua had no idea what was missing in her life until the day the Fair came to town.
It hadn’t been anything obvious. There was always food on the table, and a few toys in her room, and she’d learned early that not every little girl was so lucky. Nashua’s father was very important and talked with the Baron of Egya every day, though he wasn’t usually happy when he came back home from the big Manor House. Mother was always very nice to Nashua and Father. There weren’t any other children around their little home, but that suited Nashua fine when she stopped to think about it. Having a brother or sister had never sounded particularly interesting to her.
Most months Nashua went to a school up the hill, six days a week, heading out just after dawn, and school went until the second hour after noon.
I hope you enjoy reading, and thanks for any comments. I’ll try to find some candy for people who reply!