Five Line Friday: The Castaval Travelling Circus

So I recently wrote and submitted this story to an anthology and I’m still waiting to hear back, but I thought I’d share five lines from it for you.

Under the umbrella of the dilapidated Big Top, the freaks were held in awe, and the lighting of the exhibits helped to conceal the fear and disgust that warped a few of the patron’s faces. They were a tightly knit family, willing to do whatever it took to protect their own. But sometimes protection wasn’t the only thing they offered. Sometimes they dealt in retribution and it was in those moments that The Castaval Travelling Circus truly thrived.

I’ll be sure to keep you posted if it gets picked up!

Five Line Friday: It’s Never Over Easy

In this edition of Five Line Friday I’m going to share a little story I wrote called ‘It’s Never Over Easy’. I have subbed it to a very specific market and I’m hoping it makes the cut.

A loud noise from behind the counter drew Mark out of the conversation he was having in his head between the two older men a few tables in front of him. He looked toward the noise and saw Manuel backed up against the front counter. Thinking it might have been a fire, Mark looked past the cook, expecting to see flames radiating off the grill.

Nothing.

Manuel looked out toward the restaurant, his face contorted in fear. He screamed, “Esta vivo!! Sálvese quien pueda!

If you’d like to read more of this, let me know. I’ll be sure to tell you where to find it when it can be found!

All Rights Reserved © 2014 Julianne Snow

Five Line Friday: The Legacy

These five lines are from a story I write upon the invitation to a charity anthology for May December Publications. Since we’re allowed to talk about it now, I can tell you that the Anthology is called “Let’s Scare Cancer to Death” and I’m honoured to be one of the authors who grace the pages. All proceeds will be donated to V Foundation for Cancer Research.

And now here are a few snippets of The Legacy…

Figuring it was the best way to drown his sorrows enough to forget them, he dove into his work. Pulling up the newest data from the preparation of this year’s flu shots, he concentrated on the molecular formulas and recumbent DNA curled into them. His mind began to spin and within a few hours, he knew he was well on his way to creating his legacy. One last discovery to bring the collective world to its knees in awe of his brilliance…

Here’s the cover and the rest of the table of contents. I’ll be sure to update you when the anthology is released:

Z Children by Eli Constant
Of the Dead by Alyn Day
Memories by Heath Stallcup
Project Arizona by Gregory Carrico
Just Life by T. Fox Dunham
Choices by Claire Riley
Dying Days Mortality by Armand Rosamilia
Gift Wrapped Box by Catie Rhodes
Tunnel by J. Thorn
One Lonely Night by Chantal Boudreau
Sweet Release by Mark Tufo
Uncle by Michael McFarland
The Legacy by Julianne Snow
The Judas Contingent by Blaze McRob
My Name is Charles by TW Brown
Survival by Rhonda Hopkins

Five Line Friday: There Is No Wind That Always Blows

Here are the first five lines to There Is No Wind That Always Blows which has been accepted for publication by Firbolg Publishing in their upcoming Enter At Your Own Risk: The End is the Beginning collection. I’m very excited about this anthology as it pairs some of the greatest classical voices from literature with a wide range of current voices. Unique conception and I cannot wait to see how it comes together!

Without further ado…

The lucky got used to the constant wail of the wind. Maguire Redding could call himself one of the lucky few, but considering what the world had turned into, luck was a relative term.

It’s been said that if a butterfly flapped its wings in Paris, the gentle disruption would become a gale force wind by the time it reached New York City. What if a hundred butterflies all fluttered their wings in unison? A thousand? A hundred thousand? What manner of chaos would befall the world if conditions lined up for an actual test of the theory?

Not my inspiration, but a lovely picture of some wind regardless!

If you’re interested in reading the rest, you’ll have to wait until the collection releases. Rest assured, I will let you know when that is!!

Five Line Friday: Death Comes For Us All

I’ve gotten out of posting these for one reason or another – but I’m back 🙂

Here are the first five lines of a short I’ve written entitled Death Comes For Us All. It will be appearing in Issue #12 of The Sirens Call due out shortly. Hope you enjoy!

I wake to the smell of smoke, claustrophobia washing over my senses. I cough, trying to expel the acridness from my lungs; my body only succeeds in sucking more of it in.

I reach up to cover my mouth, my left hand comes up short against a hard surface. As I slide my palm up the surface, I can feel the roughness of it and smell the subtle scent of pine over the smoke.

As I panic, I wonder where I am.

If you’d like to read the rest of the tale, I’ll be sure to post a link when the issue is released!

Five Line Friday: The ‘Tates Have Eyes

This is a story I submmitted for a specifically themed anthology and it was declined for publication based on word length. No worries, it’s all part of the life as an author. So here are the first five lines of “The ‘Tates Have Eyes’.

The pantry door opened so slowly, it was almost imperceptible to the small dog that lay on the hearth, warming its old bones on this cold morning. With the cock of an ear and the raise of a single furry lid, Angus watched the subtle shift with intense interest. Wafting over his senses was the unmistakable scent of dampness and earth; reminiscent of many moments spent clawing and scraping in the huge backyard he owned.

With a quiet whimper he lifted his head, his intent to bark out a warning, but he was only a small dog and sometimes small dogs knew their place. He could have stood and run to wake the household, but that would put him in danger.

It’s something I will likely re-write because I have a better way to end it, but that’s the way this world works sometimes!

Five Line Friday: The End

These five lines are from a story that will hopefully be coming out at some point around Halloween this year. I’m very excited about it!

It pulled its head up and gazed at the world through new eyes. The world existed in the drab grey of monochrome simplicity, but tinges of crimson permeated through the dreariness. Food. It knew instinctively what the red signified and within it a hunger grew, exploding from its mouth in a frightening shriek… Its mind was on the figure walking away, a pack awkwardly swung over its shoulder.

If you have any comments, I’d love to hear them!

Five Line Friday: Dead Things Don’t Play Nice

These particular five lines will be appearing in a short story titled ‘Dead Things Don’t Play Nice’ soon to be released by 7DS Books in an anthology called ‘Linger’. The tag line for the anthology is ‘Seven Tales of Why Spirits Stay’ so you’re probably able to ascertain it’s all about ghosts.

The tiny fingertips grasped the edge of the porcelain tub with all of their might, desperately trying to keep her head above water. The smooth surface was slippery but still the child strained, her knuckles turning white with exertion.

Trying a different tactic, the nails scraped at the hands that held her trapped beneath the surface. But drawing blood did not make those hands release her.

As she stared up at Mother, through the crashing waves caused by her frantic struggling, her eyes pleaded for release, for forgiveness, for anything that would stop the torment.

I’ll keep you posted on when the anthology is released!

Five Line Friday: The Rematch

Howdy! I’ve been thinking about doing this for a while and then finally broke down and did it. I’m starting a new segment here on The FlipSide where I’m going to give anyone out there who’s interested a peek at some of the fiction I’ve been working on. I figure, what better way to entice readers than to get them salivating over a tidbit each and every week.

When I do post, I will post only five lines. That’s it, that’s all.

So here are five lines from a story I’ve recently finished called ‘The Rematch’…

Eventually the memory of that race faded into the background for most, but not Hare. No, he always remembered his folly of taking that nap and allowing his smug friend to best him. From the first taunt, he set himself to plotting. To scheming. Oh, he’d make Tortoise pay alright.

Intrigued? I’ll let you know when it’s published!