Thursday Fiction 262: 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.

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

She laughed.

"Because I'm not like you. I tried for a weekend, I really read that stuff. It was boring as hell. I can't do it and the truth is you can't do it either and you are just lying to yourself if you think you can just because you weren't part of the drop out this time around," she said.

"But you looked so happy studying with me and you said you loved organic chemistry," I said.

"That couldn't be right," Alex answered.

"There is no way to learn all this by studying, there is no way to ever get the exams right this way," Amy said.

"You truly believe that, don't you," Alex shook his head.

"But why? Why would you trade whatever they ask from you against something you don't care about?" I asked.

"Oh I care about my grades, I care that now my parents thing I'm the good kids, finally, I care that I can go meet dad's clients and that they are proud of me. And I care that I'll get a good job out of it."

"And they'll fire you because you can't do it, because cheating doesn't give you any knowledge," I said.

"That's where you're wrong, the only difference between you and me when we graduate will be that I would look fantastic because I have time to care for myself and you'll look like you're 35 and are already exhausted," Amy said.

My jaw dropped. I didn't know what I could answer to that, if she wanted to look for space dinosaurs, that was no joke.

"You can't mean this," I said.

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Wednesday Snippet 264: Blue Angel

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

He placed his hands on the wall again and started to climb, making sure that his feet were in the right position and stabilized before using them to propel himself higher. He moved higher than before, breathing heavily, his hair sticking to his sweaty forehead forbidding the sweat to drip in his eyes. The window was still too far. He looked up once again trying to see how far but the unusual movement made him lost his balance and he fell back on his feet. He wasn't even high enough to fall on his ass. He was feeling ridiculous and angry, he turned around to look at the angel.

Jezabel was kneeling on the floor, her hands joined as if praying she was looking at him with a sweet smile on her lips.

“What the hell are you doing?” Kelpie said.

Jezabel frowned at the word but didn't let him notice.

“I'm praying to help you, of course,” she answered.

“Praying to help me,” Kelpie said.

“Yes, help you to do what ever you are doing,” she answered still smiling.

It was as if she was impermeable to anything around her and it was annoying Kelpie even more. She was so calm and smiling in the uncomfortable prison and he couldn't understand why, it was her first day, she should have been crying, yelling, hitting the door until her fist burst. But here she was, smiling, looking at him and praying.

“Well, you can stop right now, it's not helping and it's very disturbing,” Kelpie said, “and while you're at it, stop looking at me like I'm a clown that you have to save.”

“Praying is helping, praying is always helping,” Jezabel said.

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Tuesday Travel 53: 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 week  

They took one more fly of stairs and turned right at the top. The woman pushed the door open.

"Here is the light, here is the key, lock when you go out. We haven't had anything stolen in a while but with the festival it gets crowded and people from outside sometimes manage to find their way in in front of me and Rori. So please be careful, there is also a safe if you have something more valuable you don't want to carry around with you when you explore the city. It's also safer to use it if you share the room just in case you're not in when your roommate is and vise versa." The woman said without taking a breath. It was as if she had said it so many times that she didn't even need to think anymore to say it.

"I understand," Brownie said. She placed her bag on the bed near the window.

"Now, has anyone read your palm before?" the woman asked.

Apparently, that's what she had been looking for because her face light up asking the question.

"I don't think so," Brownie said.

There had been some sort of attempt but nothing she considered like real palm reading from anyone.

"All right, let's sit down and see if I'm able to teach you how to use the cards, because if you don't have any abilities, it would be quite useless to try," the woman said. "Show me your hands."

Brownie looked at her as they both sat on the bed. What if something was clearly wrong, what if that woman saw something bad and demon related. 

"Maybe that's not such a good idea," Brownie said after all.

The woman laugh.

"I don't see dead or disease of things like that," she said. "Only very practical magic."

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Mystery Monday 56: 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

I opened on laptop with was always turned on, playing around with the memory stick waiting to the screen to light up so that I could log in. So many information could be stored in such a little device, it could be an entire library in my fingers, with pictures, movies... research maybe, a life long project. My life wouldn’t fit in, I have tones of storage disks on my shelves, but I know a lot of people who have a life that would only fill half of this memory stick. However I had the feeling that his guy’s life would somehow not be summarized so easily.
“Let’s see,” I told myself out loud.

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