Thursday Fiction 258: Parallel Slip

Welcome back to a new part of Parallel Slip, where we follow the adventures of Frederique through her slip in different parallel universes. 

I know it has been a while but from now on the posts are going to come back weekly as usual!

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Let's start right where we left off last time.

"What kind of personality laps?"

"The kind strong enough to make him believe he is crazy and that my mother will find out if he doesn't divorce her. The kind that makes him read science books when he is a linguist who doesn't know where Antares is," I explain.

"And you can't ask him from here?"

"The thing is since he took me to university in the fall, I haven't seen the version of my dad who doesn't quite belong here," I said.

Alex sighed. That was a lot to take on for him and I realized that he was playing with my fingers.

"I'm not sure about all that but what is my role in this," Alex said.

"I need to do stats on my trips, like check how long they lasted, where I went, how many times, if there is any information that can be gathered and anything standing out. And I need to check things about coma. It's not normal to faint for more than a few minutes and the doctor seems to believe that I'm actually falling into a coma. The last time I went to the hospital with my mother, my brain scan was different. Not as much as this one but still not normal and the doctor said it was probably due to stress. Now the thing is he doesn't have any data to say that I'm heading toward coma in between because I had a lot of what I believe to be very normal black out in between. I haven't been to the hospital in months. I thought it was alright but I almost half regret my lack of brain scans now," I said. "So your role technically is to not freak out and to tell them not to give me drugs to wake me up. On top of helping with the math if you want to. I don't even know if I'll ever go back to that universe, the trips are pretty random unless we discover a pattern. The only reason why I believe I will go back is because I don't think I ever visited any places that many times before."

Alex took a deep breath.

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Wednesday Snippet 260: Blue Angel

Welcome to a new part of Blue Angel unedited, we start right where we left off last time.

He flew down to the demon holding the metallic jaws and hit the lower one with his hammer. A sound of broken metal resonated in the air as the shock wave propagated through the deadly instrument shaking the demon holding it until he felt on the floor. Torsti landed near him with a feet on the rest of the jaw and hit it with his hammer. The shock wave didn't seem to bother him but the arms of the demons dislocated as he yelled out of pain.

Odeon landed next to the other demon placing a large bubble of water around him, the demon struggled for a while then seemed to calm down and a fireball escaped the water. Odeon dropped the bubble to stop the hit and he turned to place his face straight near the face of the demon and blow in his face. A white smoke surrounded the demon's head and he rose in the air as Torsti smashed the head of the other with his hammer.

“Damn those guys, my hammer needs cleaning now,” he said looking at the demon floating near his brothers head.

“And I thought you wanted to play it nice and follow them home before making a mess,” Torsti said.

“That guy tried to swallow me with jaws in the middle of a freaking parking lot,” Odeon said as if it was a good excuse.

I touched the shoulder of the demon and yellow sparks came out of his fingertips.

The demon started to speak.

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Tuesday Travel 49: Witch Raising: The Book of Fire

Welcome to Tuesday Travel. Every Tuesday, I will be presenting an excerpt of Witch Raising: The Book of Fire, the book in which Brownie, the heroine of Demon Soul, is undertaking an initiatory journey. 

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About Witch Raising: The Book of Fire

Witch Raising is a new series with Brownie, the heroine of Demon Soul as the main character. This series is part of the House at the Crossing Series and follows Demon Soul and Demon and Fairy but instead of being centered on the adventure of Sahel and his demon friends, it follows Brownie as she goes from being a normal girl to a bad ass witch. She has been practicing magick for a while now, saving people from difficult situations but the people at the house, including Sahel aren't happy with her new calling. Feeling that she doesn't have a choice and has to keep learning witchcraft, Brownie leaves to meet other witches.

The excerpt, we start where we left off last time 

Brownie turned around feeling lucky to be young enough and to still have all her memories, wondering what Yue felt with his memory gone, if he was just recreating the past like Katherina seemed to be doing or if he was just lost with nothing left but a vague purpose of finding her and have her restore his memory.

The more she though about it, the more her heart broke. She had loved Sahel because of his soul only, they had had good time but because she saw Yue inside of him. She never really considered the fact that she might not love Sahel for himself but only because of what he represented. He had qualities but what was it really to love someone? She wasn't too sure anymore.

She was a bit defeated when she walked to the next inn. It was a covered with greenery and she wondered why it was so different from the rest. There was nothing there mentioning fire and she hope she would finally get a room here.

The inside was clean and smelled like the inside of a bakery store. It was so good that it brought early memories back to Brownie's mind, when she was just a little girl and her mother would be home a bit more often and bake on the Sunday mornings. Or when they would go the bakery with her father and he would buy her a candy. It was rather strange because that was before she was five and she had never recalled any memories of it before. It was before she entered the house at the crossing, before her parents died. It was an intense memory, too much to take and she almost walked out but a male voice called from the back.

"How can I help you?"

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Mystery Monday 52: Harajuku Kiss

Welcome Mystery Monday. For this weekly writing blog post, I will be presenting snippets of my novel Harajuku Kiss, a mystery romance in Japan.

I hope you'll enjoy following our heroine through her thoughts and adventures.

About Harajuku Kiss

At times, life can be so depressing. She is walking her usual recovery tour in Harajuku, finishing with a crepe, trying to forget that her boyfriend dumped her once again for the week-end... When the unthinkable happens... A boy stops in front of her in the street and kisses her, in the middle of the street, before running away.

Trying to discover more about him, she is dragged into a dangerous game of mystery. A biologist has been murdered and a deadly virus is on the loose. First suspect: the mysterious Harajuku's stranger.

Here is the snippet for this week

“Nothing,” I answered. “There is nothing I want anymore, just leave me alone.”
But I knew deep inside my heart - and my subconscious knew it as well - this wasn’t true. Just, I couldn’t formulate what I wanted. I was looking for answers about myself and it seemed they lay in front of me, blurry and unreachable as always.
“Don’t look at the memory stick, be a good girl for once and just sleep, you’ll have time tomorrow,” the little voice of reason in my head told me.
I closed my eyes. I knew it was right. The little voice of reason is always right. I could hear it. I just had a hard time listening to it.

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