writing – Page 7 – The D/A Dialogues

Claude, Part 3: A Choice

A: D – are you OK, D? D: (Sniff). Fine, A. Why do you ask? A: Well, the tissues are a dead giveaway. Gotta cold? D: (Sniff, Snerf, Blooowwww). No-I mean, yes, A, I do. A: I always wondered how you deal with modern germs. D: A, this is not the time for your ponderingsContinue reading “Claude, Part 3: A Choice”

Double, double, toil and trouble

. . . Sean stood in the doorway, watching them, hating them. He didn’t want to care – their fight, their belief – he wanted it to mean nothing to him. “You would hate them for their love of country?” “Pardon?” Sean tried to turn around, but something in that deep voice forbade it. “YourContinue reading “Double, double, toil and trouble”

Thank the bead it’s over

D: A, I think you spelled “Bede” wrong. A: What? No, I didn’t. D: You mean you weren’t giving thanks to the Venerable Bede even though he has nothing to do with this particular book? A: That is really random, D. You’re giving me more credit than I deserve. D: Oh, wait, I know whatContinue reading “Thank the bead it’s over”

Claude, Part 2: Escape

A: Here it is, Part 2! D: Cute pup. My hounds would have had him for breakfast. A: Not so fast, D. Claude is on his way to being an angel. I have a feeling he would have stuck in your hounds’ throat. D: Possibly. Although, I impersonated a god and that never stopped peopleContinue reading “Claude, Part 2: Escape”

On with the show

A: No, D. Don’t do it. D: What? A: Don’t make me choose between you. D: A? A: I mean it, D. This is work. D: But I— A: No, I mean, they pay me. I have to. D: But– A: It’s the Show, D. I have to go; I’m scheduled. D: A, you canContinue reading “On with the show”

Updates, or why I fail at goals

A: Get in the box, D. D: But– A: Stop stalling, D, and get in the box . . . please. D: But I am claustrophobic. A: Not even that nice shiny blue one? D: A, I am a time-travelling Pictish warrior-prince and Druid, not a time-travelling alien with two hearts. A: Killjoy. D: Crabby.Continue reading “Updates, or why I fail at goals”

It’s all down to this

“Do you want that?” she’d asked him before, expecting his answer to be no, not realizing that he would rather die, would rather be a sacrifice. “I have a friend in there – a dear friend that I betrayed – and I can tell you, he doesn’t want that. He didn’t want this. He wouldContinue reading “It’s all down to this”

Stealing the spotlight

. . . There was no moon, no sun, no point of reference. Only the mist was alive with light and movement, revealing his way even as it sought to disorient him. Dubh walked faster, slicing a path through the haze. Although more than five hundred years had gone since he had passed this way,Continue reading “Stealing the spotlight”

Monday, Monday

D: Oh no. No, A – who is that? A: What do you mean, D? Can’t you tell? D: You must be joking. A, please tell me you’re joking. A: Does this mean you don’t like it? D: If you mean to tell me that this is m— A: (Giggling) Sorry, D. I couldn’t helpContinue reading “Monday, Monday”

The history lesson

. . . Although she had been a captive, she had been safe – protected from a superstitious crew by a near-crazed nobleman. Grania and Sean had risked everything in the attempt to rescue her, and the reward was Bingham’s increased campaign to destroy native Irish power in the west. Word had already arrived ofContinue reading “The history lesson”