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Double Rainbow: The Sad Cafe + Fukt 2 Start With #8Sunday #MFRWHooks #RainbowSnippets #SnipSun
June 12, 1988
The café began to feel like Pepper’s only real home. It was
a place where she could be anonymous and articulate, letting her stories
meander from her mind into the notebook that her theatre geek friend Parker had
given her when she told him that she wouldn’t be returning to KU in the fall
because she was pregnant.
Parker had designed the notebook cover himself. It was a
light grape shimmer honoring Pepper’s love for purple. There was a flourish of
light blue lace around the border and a little pouch inside for Pepper to store
her writing and drawing implements. When Parker handed the notebook to Pepper,
he said that it was imbued with magic to bring the thoughts that transpired in
her head out into the world so the magic could be shared with anyone who read
them.
Where to get the rest of it:
This piece was submitted to Reedsy on June 22. They have approved all but one of my submissions (sometimes I get a little too real), so it is likely to appear there before June is out, but I make no guarantees. Anything that has been approved by Reedsy is free to read. If you like it, a share is appreciated.
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Fukt 2 Start With: Pretty Vacant
Going full force into the forbidden reaches of her own mind had at first seemed like a good idea, but as Veruca fell deeper and deeper into a bottomless K hole, she began to seriously wonder why she spent so much of her free time a fucked up mess. Veruca was willing to try anything at least once. If she liked it, she stuck to it like glue. If she didn't, then it got the boot. At sixteen she was living an utter virtual reality, juxtaposed of conflicting multiple personalities, moods and awkward exaggerations. Her body and her mind had developed early, like at twelve, transforming the former fat and nerdy child into a freaky deaky Russ Meyer super vixen.
Where can I read more?
The buy link is in the dedication portion of the post.
The Necessary Notes + Crazy Creative Ruminations, Acknowledgments, and Blah de Blah
Dedication
This story is dedicated to Walter Cessna (July 24, 1970 – March
15, 2017), a beautiful soul whose life was cut short by AIDS. I’m glad that I
had the opportunity to know him and wish that I had been able to know him
better.
Walt said that I inspired him to put together his book, Fukt
2 Start With. I am so pleased that I encouraged him in this endeavor. His words
live on here. http://bit.ly/Fkt2SW
I encourage everyone to take the chance and get to know a
wonderful soul.
You can also read more about Walt in this 2012 interview.
There is also a mention of his death in Queerty. The
comments are pretty toxic and absolutely undeserved, and I wish an epic infestation
of crotch lice plus MRSA of the rectum on those who felt the need to be so
entirely hideous.
https://www.queerty.com/visionary-writerphotographer-walter-cessna-died-20170321
This is Walt’s Facebook page.
https://www.facebook.com/waltcessna
I was also inspired by watching the documentary of Howard
Ashman, the playwright and lyricist who co-composed the lyrics for several of
Disney’s classic movies including Aladdin, Beauty and the Beast, and the Little
Mermaid. He also wrote the screenplay for Little Shop of Horrors (1986) and
contributed two of the songs.
I had one of those weekends where I almost stopped writing
for good because I feel like it isn’t leading anywhere. But I think that
perhaps Walt wouldn’t want me to do that, so I’m going to give it another
chance even though I am feeling very discouraged by life right now.
For anyone who wants to give the old “you’re just a baby
beginner, success will come with time” spiel, don’t. I’m not a “baby beginner.”
I’m 56 years old and I’ve been writing with the intent of being a published
author since I was a teenager. I have several published books.
I don’t think that I’m a bad writer, my style and subject
matter simply don’t have popular appeal. I’ve tried to force myself to write
popular appeal stuff. It never works. I always go back to writing what I like
to write.
I also have a quirky and somewhat abrasive and defensive
personality. My self-esteem is shaky at the best of times, I have ADHD (and no,
I don’t want to medicate it) and my baseline mood is moderately depressed (I
have no desire to medicate that either, particularly since all the medications
I tried for it made me manic, psychotic, or both.)
What I do suck at is promotion, but I don’t have the budget
to hire someone to do it for me.
At this point, I keep writing because when I try to quit, I
also quit everything else. Like cooking, washing the dishes, and housework,
such as that is. The one thing I may suck even worse at than I do at promotion
is housework.
The story is autobiographical, albeit with a great deal of
artistic license taken.
So, there you have it—a fractured story with broken
characters written by a shattered spirit and dedicated to a beautifully flawed
soul. Enjoy or don’t. I can’t make the decision for you.
Acknowledgments
The Sad Café is a song written by Don Henley, Glenn Frey,
Joe Walsh, and J. D. Souther about music club the Troubadour in Los Angeles,
and all the musicians that would be hanging around there at night, singing
together. It was performed by The Eagles, appearing on their 1979 album “The
Long Run.”
https://eagles.fandom.com/wiki/The_Sad_Caf%C3%A9
Writing Prompts
Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie
First Line Friday
https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2021/06/18/first-line-friday-june-18-2021/
Wordle
https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2021/06/14/wordle-245/
Putting My Feet in the Dirt
http://puttingmyfeetinthedirt.com
Reedsy
https://blog.reedsy.com/creative-writing-prompts/
Write a story about somebody reminiscing on an event that
happened many summers ago.
Submitted on 22 June 2021.
The Hops
I will be getting back in the swing of things with Roost Recommendations this week!
Charity Sunday + Naughty Netherworld Update 27 June 2021: Tara's Chemotherapy & My Car Needs AC
WEP Challenge June 2021: The Great Wave
The Great Wave
I
On the last day of Atlantis, Salgeth Ozell stood at his post
in the outer circle surrounding the great city. The young guard enjoyed being
assigned to night duty because the sirens often came to keep him company. The sirens liked Salgeth because he was kind
to them and didn’t chase them away as some of the other guards were wont to do.
Salgeth was a slender, handsome youth with wavy,
shoulder-length hair the color of brown seaweed washed up on the shore. He had
tawny eyes and a fallow complexion. The name Salgeth meant “where the ocean
meets the shore.”
Most of the time, the sirens that visited Salgeth were
female. The young man had a reputation among the lovely denizens of the deep
for being a passionate and compassionate lover. Many young Atlantean women were
enchanted by Salgeth’s beauty, but the handsome guard preferred the company of
the sea maidens, who had no expectation of monogamy and were happy to share
their delightful catch with one another.
Salgeth was also on good terms with many of the male sirens.
His friends Ukveds, Ulmoix, and Vrusae often apprised him of gossip from the
underwater realms, and Salgeth reported these findings to King Croncar and
Queen Qaangrin.
Salgeth was great friends with Prince Ovril, the presumed
heir to the throne of Atlantis. Ovril often joined Salgeth at his post, and
together the pair would cavort with the lovely sirens. Salgeth, Ukveds, Ulmoix,
and Vrusae noticed that Ovril’s affections for the siren princess Unda had
deepened beyond casual enjoyment, and they cautioned their friend against
falling in love.
When Ovril failed to heed their warnings, Salgeth took Ovril
to the tower of Cronoth, the oldest and wisest sorcerer in the realm of
Atlantis. The young guard hoped that even if Ovril would not listen to the
advice of his friends, he would hear the wisdom of Cronoth.
“Your desire is working its way into your heart like the
thorn of the Gri’ots,” Cronoth warned. “The Sea Princess enjoys your company
and lusts for what lies between your loins, but she has no plans for a
permanent union with you. Sire, how could she? She is, after all, immortal.
Your life will pass by in the blink of an eye, and with the ages, you will be
forgotten.”
Ovril, however, was obsessed with the idea of making Unda
his bride. Salgeth, Ukveds, Ulmoix, and Vrusae felt
that they had no choice but to speak to Unda directly and advise her to reject
Ovril before his obsession with her led to tragedy.
II
Upon their next meeting with the sirens, Ovril was dismayed
to find Unda’s demeanor considerably cooler. She advised the smitten prince
that she could never be his bride, for she was the bride of the sea.
“A siren can never be betrothed to a human lover,” Unda
explained. “I am immortal, and you are but a breath of ocean mist. I am sorry,
Ovril, but what you wish can never be.”
The stricken Ovril watched as Unda walked away from him and dove
from the cliff, disappearing in the seafoam. Mad with grief over the loss of
his beloved, the prince turned to forbidden magic. At the next full moon, he
brewed an elixir of dreaming according to a recipe said to be older than the
Earth itself.
Into a flagon of pure water from the Spring of Ozuns, the
prince mixed six drops of his own blood, five Qhod berries, four thorns from
the Struuvied bush, three bitter drops of Xarrods, two yellow Phasiens gems,
and a single drop of Nem’ill, a plant whose leaves could cure or kill. He
quaffed the potent potion and fell into a deep slumber.
Ovril found himself on the shores of the lost continent of
Lemuria, where he was approached by Draattux, a renegade priest whose wicked ways
were said to have brought about the destruction of that once-mighty empire.
Draattux advised Ovril to summon the fearsome sea-demon Quyagen, who would wash
the world clean of inferior land-dwelling life forms and grant Ovril
immortality. Thereafter, Ovril would rule the new ocean world side by side with
Unda.
Ovril was charismatic, and his sycophants obeyed him despite
his obvious descent into madness. He promised them a place at his side when he
became king over the newly cleansed earth. He bade him bring the six
priestesses of the Temple of Fuphir to Braalxeoks Cove, where they would become
the Brides of Quyagen.
Realizing what was at stake, the denizens of the waters
summoned Nodens to prevent the rise of Quyagen and the other Great Old Ones. Ukveds,
Ulmoix, and Vrusae then hastened to warn Salgeth of what was about to
transpire.
“Nodens will do what he must to prevent the greater devastation
of the Earth,” they warned. “If we cannot stop Ovril and his lackeys, then the
realm of Atlantis is doomed to fall.”
Salgeth and the sirens bravely battled the mad prince’s
forces. But Ovril was by this time convinced that Salgeth was at fault for his
abandonment by Unda.
“You wanted her for yourself, Traitor!” Ovril shrilled,
setting upon Salgeth with his enchanted blade drawn.
Salgeth hoped that he could convince his friend to stand
down, but Ovril’s blade hit home, thrusting upward into the guard’s heart.
III
As Salgeth’s blood washed into the water, the ocean began to
roil. The minutes became hours as the waters rippled and foamed. Suddenly, a
great wave reared up and crashed down, destroying the once-mighty realm of
Atlantis.
With her salty tears hidden by the ocean’s spray, Unda
carried the still form of Salgeth away under the tumultuous waves.
948 Words
Acknowledgements
Unda is a character appearing in H.P. Lovecraft’s 1919 poem,
“Unda; or the Bride of the Sea.”
Quyagen is the creation of E.P. Berglund and Crispin Burnham,
appearing in their 1974 story, “The Thing in the Library.”
Nodens is a Celtic deity associated with the sea. He
initially appears in H.P. Lovecraft’s story, “The Strange High House in the
Mist,” first publication Weird Tales, October 1931.
This story was written for the June 2021 WEP Challenge prompt
“The Great Wave.”
http://writeeditpublishnow.blogspot.com
The story also utilized the Reedsy weekly story prompts Write
a story involving a character who cannot return home and Write about someone
who’s desperately trying to change their luck. It was submitted to the “write
about someone who’s desperately trying to change their luck” prompt on 15 June
2021.
https://blog.reedsy.com/creative-writing-prompts/
Happy 82nd birthday to my mother, who likely will
never read this story. She doesn’t particularly care for my writing.
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Naughty Netherworld News + Roost Recommendations Update: Ironing out the Details
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Roost Recommendations Change-Ups + Naughty Netherworld News
Peregrine's Peril is FREE from June 9 to June 13 #MFRWAuthor #MFRWHooks #MFRWSteam #RainbowSnippets #SnipSun #8Sunday
Short Snippet:
As the sedative wore off, Peregrine Varga’s mind was filled
with the insatiable need to find Finn Storm, the amphibious mutant pleasure
clone designed by the unscrupulous General Darden Uffe Bissette. The serum in Finn’s
saliva had Peregrine mesmerized. He was fighting to regain control of his thoughts
but was unable to escape the memory of Finn’s salty kiss and the bliss of
floating beneath the waves with the beautiful merman.
“Finn!” Peregrine moaned, straining against his restraints.
“You can’t keep me here! I must return to him! I order you to release me at
once!”
Notes
Regular readers on this hellsite are saying, "just what are you trying to pull, Cie? You've already shared this bit!"
Yes, but this time I'm sharing the entire first chapter for those interested in reading more because Cloned Heat VI is LIVE on Amazon! As if that wasn't enough reason to call in sick to work and break out your best bum wine, the story is FREE from June 9 through June 13!
Yes, I know, Naughty Netherworld Press books are always free from Kindle Unlimited, but this way you have a chance to own a savory, spicy slice of great man-to-man action spliced together by an at least somewhat coherent story. What could be cooler (or hotter) if that sort of thing really is your bag, Baby?
Buy links follow the rest of the snippet.
Now I need to start working on Cloned Heat VII so I can get back on track after Amazon busted my groove back in April. I'm still salty about that.
Extended Snippet
As the sedative wore off, Peregrine Varga’s mind was filled
with the insatiable need to find Finn Storm, the amphibious mutant pleasure
clone designed by the unscrupulous General Darden Uffe Bissette. The serum in Finn’s
saliva had Peregrine mesmerized. He was fighting to regain control of his thoughts
but was unable to escape the memory of Finn’s salty kiss and the bliss of
floating beneath the waves with the beautiful merman.
“Finn!” Peregrine moaned, straining against his restraints.
“You can’t keep me here! I must return to him! I order you to release me at
once!”
A stout, swarthy, muscular middle-aged monk passed his hand
over Peregrine’s eyes and the agitated roughneck relaxed momentarily.
“The brethren of Bratuns generally do not hold our visitors
against their will, Senhor, but you are not in command of your own mind. Your
obsession with the sea satyr is causing you to work against your best
interests. We can free you from this enchantment, but you must agree to our
assistance.”
“Are you mad, you fool?” Peregrine demanded. “Never would I
wish to be free of Finn’s spell. If ever you tasted the briny sweetness of his
delicious mouth, you would gladly become his slaves.”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Perry, you sound like a freshclone
infatuated with his controller or a rich-bitch exec swooning over his favorite pleasure
slave,” Iker scolded. “Before you go handing control of your life over to that
alkaline abomination, why don’t you let these first-class friars massage your
body and mind and see if they can’t alleviate his allure? Come on, Buddy, if
not for yourself, then do it for me. You can’t give in without a fight.”
“Ike, you’re naked,” Peregrine observed.
“You bet your sweet ass I am. I was about to get some good
sexual healing at the hands of Brother Imre here when I was rudely interrupted
by your fawning over Finn. C’mon, Perry, put yourself in the capable hands of
the monks. Say that you’ll at least give it a try.”
“All right, Ike, I’ll do it for you,” Peregrine agreed,
smiling sedately.
Peregrine wanted to comply with his friend’s request, but
the moment that the monks freed him from his restraints he attempted to bolt.
It took the combined efforts of six strong brothers to restrain him and lead
him to a grotto beneath the monastery.
“He will require our most powerful efforts to free him from
this curse,” the high priest declared. “Fortunately, or unfortunately, we have
no previous experience combating the compelling powers of a sea satyr. We
believed their kind to be extinct, so we only studied them briefly as a
curiosity.”
“They may have been extinct, but General Bissette went and lifted the lid on the Pandora’s box of history,” Iker observed. “Since I’m unlikely to be getting laid, I may as well get dressed.”
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Insecure Writers Support Group 2 June 2021: How Long Do I Ferment My Stories?
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For His Own Good #MFRWHooks #8Sunday #SnipSun #RainbowSnippets
Snippet:
A stout, swarthy, muscular middle-aged monk passed his hand
over Peregrine’s eyes and the agitated roughneck relaxed momentarily.
“The brethren of Bratuns generally do not hold our visitors
against their will, Senhor, but you are not in command of your own will. Your
obsession with the sea satyr is causing you to work against your best
interests. We can free you from this enchantment, but you must agree to our
assistance.”
“Are you mad, you fool?” Peregrine demanded. “Never would I
wish to be free of Finn’s spell. If ever you tasted the briny sweetness of his
delicious mouth, you would gladly become his slaves.”
Buy Links
This story is currently available as an early access PDF for my patrons at any level, starting at just a buck a month. https://www.patreon.com/posts/51984050
It is due for release on Amazon to coincide with the MFRW Steam hop and MFRW Author Retweet Day.
The Icky, Sticky, Nit-Picky Legalese If You Please (Or Don't Please)
Creative Commons License
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Please Read the Letter #WEPChallenge
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