Monday, February 22, 2016

Updates on the Madman of Elkriahl and Other Fairy Tales

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Hey there, readers!  Thought I'd pop in with an update on my upcoming book.  
You'e probably noticed that my posts have gone down quite a bit lately- and that's mostly because I've been hard at work on this project, attempting to meet my own deadlines.  So now I'm happy to tell you that the illustrations are officially finished!  
The cover art is also on it's way to being completed.  I have been working with Hannah Williams, and she has created a beautiful front cover, which I shall reveal as soon as I have added the title and text.  I can't wait to show you- she's done a wonderful job, and I would highly recommend her services to any of you authors out there.  

Also, after some debate, I have elected to include one more short fairy tale to the collection- making for five stories total.  The final, official contents will include the following:

The Madman of Elkriahl, a novella
When the king dies, the prince goes missing, and his uncle takes the thrown, Gretta's world changes forever.  But after a startling revelation, she sets out with a dangerous madman on a quest that may change the course of the country.

The Fairy King
Little Anya is treated cruelly by her Aunt Aggie.  But when she is captured by the perilous fairies of the wood, will it turn out to be the stroke of luck she needed?

Dilmond Garp and the Wibberwon Gamby
Dilmond is a good boy with one great fault- he does not like to do his chores.  What young boy really does, anyway?  But when Dilmond strikes a deal with a magical Gamby, he may find he's gotten in over his head.

In a fit of rage, a wicked fairy curses a young prince to have a heart of stone.  Unless he can somehow learn love, his kingdom will have no rain.  Can simple gardener Silvia save both him and her people before it's too late?

The Traveler's Game
In a kingdom bound by snow and ice, a wicked king rules with an iron fist.  But one mysterious traveler has come to put in his own wager...

And now, for your enjoyment, here are some final previews of the illustrations, this time from  Dilmond Garp and The Traveler's Game!

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The Gamby of Wibberwon

A Disaster

The Traveler

Grim and Grizzled

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And there you have it!  Let me know what you think in the comments- I love hearing what you have to say.  
Remember to check back here for updates.  Cover reveal is coming soon- along with a riddle solving contest and a chance to win a free copy of the book on its release!  More details on that later.  ;D

Have a great day!  Or evening, or night... depending on where you are.  

-Emmarayn Redding

Sunday, February 14, 2016

Wishes (Valentine's Day Poems)

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Image result for red roses public domain

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Will you be my valentine?
Trust me,
I'm not trying to whine
but if you'll be my valentine
I promise I'll be thine

Would you take me out to dine
I don't
need the top of the line
I don't need champagne or wine
A milkshake will be fine

Chocolates and strawberries
as sweet as they may be
fail to say how very much
you've come to mean to me

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My dearest, true love
my greatest sorrow is I
haven't met you yet

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To my husband-

Gazing t'ward the distance
I often think of you
I see your smile, hear your voice
and dream of what you do

I wonder what you're thinking of
what is it that you feel?
Sometimes when I envision you
it seems so very real

And yet I know inside
it's just a fairy-dream
For how can one envision some-
-one they have never seen?

Yes, all my fancies are but fun
just girlish whims you see-
but God already knows you well
And He'll lead you to me

So when I kneel to pray
this night to God above
I ask that He will bless us soon
my darling future love

-Your wife

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Emmarayn Redding

(All poems property of Emmarayn Redding.  Image taken from the public domain)

Saturday, February 6, 2016

Flash Fiction: Ready to Fly?

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Flash Fiction #4 Results

Well folks, I'm back!  And here is my contribution to Rachelle's Flash Fiction event!  

I looked at him weird, "OK": I was given a prompt by S.M.B, who directed me to this pinterest post.  I've actually seen this one before and have been quite interested to try it.  When I got down to actually writing the story, however, I was confronted with the difficult question of how to convey the atmosphere of this situation.  How could I make my readers understand the extreme weirdness that I would feel if this happened to me?  I could do it with a fictional character, but then I wouldn't feel the weirdness, and it would seem forced.
I finally decided to write the story from first person, from the perspective of a fictional character that is basically a stand in for myself.  Names are changed, but the places are basically the same as what I have actually experienced.  (This is weird.  I've never tried something like this before.)
As for the person who barges, in- he doesn't actually exist, but I've known people like him.  Hopefully, you'll feel like you might know him too.  :)

Let me know what you think!  I want to give a big thanks to S.M.B for giving me this most interesting prompt.  :D

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Tapping a pen against my chin, I watched the clock intently. 8:51... Nine minutes, then you're free... I thought. Eight minutes now...
I started pulling on my coat. Though I enjoyed the peaceful atmosphere of the little hotel I looked after, there were days when the emptiness annoyed me. Especially when I had hot cocoa, cookies, book-writing and piano-playing waiting for me at home.
I grabbed my purse and headed for the door, waving to the rather substantial goldfish swimming lethargically in his tank.
“G'night, Cedric! 'Til tomorrow,” I said cheerfully. Good grief, talking to a fish. That's how you really know someone is lonely. Or just pathetic. Still, I took comfort in that I was looking quite sharp today as I glanced at my reflection in the glass door. A vain thought, perhaps, but on a day like today, I felt justified in taking such simple pleasures as a little vanity.
Shutting of the last light, I pulled the door shut with my heel and set out toward my car, reaching into my pocket for the key.
Suddenly, I felt a hand on my arm. My heart lurching, I whirled around, twisting my arm away and swinging my hand with the keys up defensively.
“Hey- woah!” throwing his hands up, my target stepped backward, narrowly avoiding the sharp edge of the keys.
I stopped short, recognizing his face.
“Troy?” I dropped my defensive stance. A laugh bubbled up in my throat.
“For heaven's sake, you scared me half to death,” I giggled nervously and shook my head.
Troy put his hands in his pockets and shuffled. “Yeah, sorry about that,” he said, grinning sheepishly. But something still seemed off. A frown creasing my brow, I studied him briefly.
Troy Davis- a tall, handsome young man who couldn't be more than twenty- had been a classmate of mine back when I attended a public high school part-time. Being a homeschooler, I found the other students strangely reluctant to socialize with me- but not Troy. He was flamboyant and charismatic: the kind of guy people flocked to because he oozed with good humor and fun times. Maybe it was that innate sense of confidence that gave him the courage to be the first student to initiate contact with me, inviting me to join the group.
Incidentally, he was also one of the few real-life people I'd ever had a crush on.
He didn't know that. At least, I didn't think he did.
But now, he seemed very different. Tense, nervous, jittery even. I'd never seen him like that before.
“What's up?” I tried, keeping my tone casual. “What brings you here, of all places?”
Troy cast a quick glance over his shoulder. “Uh... I was in town, heard you worked here now. Thought I'd drop by...”
He swallowed. “Say, my feet are actually frozen. Don't s'pose we could step inside for a minute? I know it's closing time.”
“No! No, its fine. Come on in,” I smiled. I opened the door and stepped into the foyer. My mind raced. This was so strange... sure we knew each other, but not that well, that he would specifically come to visit while he was in town. Unless he thought more of our friendship than I'd realized.
Once inside, I turned around to offer him a seat. But before I knew it, he grabbed my shoulders, and his eyes looked more desperate than I'd ever seen them look.
“Leah, listen-” he whispered, “Whatever happens, whoever comes through that door, I've been here for at least an hour. Okay?”
I gaped, searching for the right words. What is this? Why is he touching my shoulders? Why is he using my name? He's never actually used my name...
“Got it?” he prodded.
Coming back to myself, I frowned and shrugged his hands off. “What the heck is going on here?”
“Complicated. I-” Troy cut himself off as the lights from several cars rolling in moved across the walls. He froze, and I felt my heart race.
“It's them. I've been here for an hour- please!”
“Yeah.... okay...” I nodded distantly.
Suddenly, there was a sharp crack, and the glass on the door shattered as I felt a rush of air whiz by my cheek.
Before I had a chance to scream, Troy grabbed me and pulled me toward the back room, shielding me with his body as we went. We just moved out of view when several more cracks followed, sending feathers from the sofa flying.
Gunshots, I realized as my paralyzed brain finally started working.
“I'm sorry! I didn't realize. They're not asking questions at all, I guess,” Troy murmured as he dragged me along.
“I didn't mean to pull you into this. But there's no choice now, you're coming with me.”
We were in the back room now. Releasing me, he closed the thick wooden door and barricaded it with one of the many heavy boxes of supplies we kept on the shelves. Dimly I wondered how he could be so calm.
Noticing me standing like an idiot, Troy crossed the room and took my hands.
“Leah, I know this is a lot to take in. But trust me- I won't let them hurt you. But if we're gonna live, you need to come with me now. My car is parked in that field right behind the hotel. Right through this door, okay? Okay?”
Suddenly, something clicked in my brain. “ 'Kay.”
Troy nodded. “Good. Come on.”
Bursting through the back exit, we sprinted across the lawn toward the wheat field. Wheat is a lot taller than you think- it came all the way up to my hips. But still, I should have at least been able to see the top of his car.
“Where is it?”
“Here,” he replied. And suddenly, with a high electronic whirring, a sleek, black, almost-flat vehicle rose up out of the grass, hovering in the air like a spaceship.
My eyes bulged. Troy patted my back.
“Ready to fly?”

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-Emmarayn Redding