Showing posts with label Time. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Time. Show all posts

Monday, July 2, 2018

Takhayyal Writing Prompt 87- July: TIME


Summer here is going head strong, which means we're melting or hiding next to the air conditioner. I'm taking 38 Celsius/100+Fahrenheit almost all week. 

For June, I thought the mighty Mediterranean would be a good inspiration and writing prompt. For July, I'm thinking it's all about TIME. 

How you spend it - or waste it, plans and deadlines, all of that. Feel free to mix the June and July writing prompts.

Ready? 

Get set...

GO!




Arabic for Imagine, Takhayyal is a challenge for writers of all ages and genres; a place to spark creativity and explore new genres. Your post can be in English or Arabic, prose, poetry, short story, flash fiction; you name it and write it.

General rules:
·        No nudity, violence, and/or abuse.
·        Leave the link to your post in comments below OR post your piece as REPLY to this post
·        Your piece MUST be inspired in some way or other by the above picture
·        Multiple entries allowed
·        It is not required but it is a nice and encouraging gesture to comment on others' pieces.
·        Feel free to add your Twitter handle (@....) so I can tag you in my tweets!

Let's IMAGINE!

Tuesday, November 3, 2015

Twice Upon a Time: Excerpts & guest post - Blog Tour


Twice Upon A Time by Hope Irving
Publication Date: 31 October, 2015
Genre: New Adult Paranormal Romance


Blurb:
Once upon a time, there was the wandering soul of Morgann, an 8th century Irish calligrapher-monk longing to be reunited with his soul mate. Deirdre was his forbidden love, a witch with whom he wrote a coveted book.
Under her spell, the souls of the star-crossed lovers travel from bodies to bodies until they find each other. Eventually.
That became his quest: unearth her new body and trigger her memory, for she is clueless about whom she once was. Unfortunately their story didn't get a chance to become a fairy tale yet it still turned out as a famous urban legend referred as The Black Angel Book.

Twice upon a time, not so long ago, there was me, rational and devastated Rose. I needed to get a grip, said my French mum after my year of numbness due to a painful break-up that led me to cut my wrist daily, to feel something, anything.
So she sent me off to the free-spirited village of Provincetown, Massachusetts, to spend the summer with my American relatives. And just like that, I wasn’t myself any longer. Because someone pulled me out of the darkness and bewitched me, somehow.
I couldn’t wait to jump his bones… but why was he holding back?
He couldn’t wait to welcome me into his world… but was I ready to question my convictions and acknowledge that my self-inflicted cuts were now healing in record time?

How could I have imagined he was longing for his own unorthodox fairytale to come true? Frantically.


I'm bringing in two short excerpts for this one.

Centuries ago Deirdre got killed. Centuries ago Morgann was left for dead. Since then, it is revenge his soul is after; my soul. For Rose to trust me, comprehend the depth of my feelings and remember the truth, I need to confide in her and let her know what we are.
What I am. Otherwise it will never work out. I don’t want her to feel pressured because of this spell. I have no idea about the extent of our free will in that story. As far as I’m concerned, I’ve accepted my fate long ago. I pray for her to do the same. I’m convinced we belong together.

And another:



“Please, say something!” The tension running through his body was palpable as he begged me then yelled bitterly at the door, “Coming…”
I remained silent, unable to articulate a word, let alone a sentence, numb.
Turning back to me, he asked, “Rose, are you okay?” I shook my head and shrugged, my eyes itchy, staring blankly at him.
Of course I wasn’t okay.
I didn’t want to face the others. I wanted to be with him and make it up to him. “Please, answer me…” His voice sweet.
Another knock on the door, his rocky voice let out another angry yell combined with a curse.
His tone changed back to sweet, addressing me. “Rose, please. I need to know if we’re good before I get that fucking door.” Oh, he was either mad or worried because swearing wasn’t his thing.
“We’re good,” I managed to say, getting out of my trance.
Why am I lying?





As part of the tour, there is a giveaway for three ebook copies of Twice Upon a Time. Giveaway ends on 14 November.

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There is also a Guest Post on what inspired Hope Irving to craft this magical novel:

Twice Upon A Time is a New Adult Paranormal Romance. The book is an unorthodox fairytale about fate, soulmates and star-crossed lovers.
When I was a little girl, I loved fairytales. The dream they brought and the lesson they taught. Growing up, I realized that princes in tights weren’t actually my thing although I still wanted stories that brought mystery and magic in day-to-day life. That’s what drawn me to witches, vampires and the X-files. And since I’ve always had eclectic tastes and couldn’t stop reading/watching feel-good romance as well as scarier stories.
Also, I find fascinating the concept of soulmates, as if you were naturally destined to a special someone.
All those books, movies and TV series I cherished inspired the storyline of Twice Upon A Time. I chose the New Adult genre because people between 18 and 25 are usually faced with new challenges and struggles to make a life of their own. It can be confusing and thrilling at the same time, just like it is for Rose and her friends.
And last but not least, this book pays tribute to France, my country of birth, where I grew up and live now, and to my country of heart, where I graduated with a master’s degree. 

I hope you'll enjoy reading Twice Upon A Time as much as I enjoyed writing it. It's pretty awesome to write a story that you've always wanted to read.


Purchase the book via Amazon.


About the Author:
Hope Irving is the proud mother of a lovely and witty young lady, and the lucky wife of a loving and supportive husband. She's a debut indie author who lived in Paris, France, most of her life and also in the US, where she graduated with a master degree.
She loves Nutella and Camembert cheese (not together), carrot cake and cinnamon Altoids.
Her favorite fictional characters are Eric Northman (Sookie Stackhouse series, Charlaine Harris) and Sean Bateman (The Rules of Attraction, Bret Easton Ellis).

Find author Hope Irving on Goodreads / Facebook / Pinterest / Twitter


Tuesday, May 13, 2014

Ticking Time - #Visdare no. 60



There are ticks and there are tocks, and in front of Alec sat a dozen clocks. Each spoke of a different time, a different day, a different decade.

8:00, 10:30, 11:45, 12:23, 4:08, no a.m. or p.m., just numbers and times, some ticking, some standing still, worn out and exhausted.

But Alec knew. Time never stops; it never rests.

Never.

He closed his eyes and listened as Time's slow and boring robotic music played on and on and on…

When he opened his eyes, the music continued to play but its echoing mechanical ticks and tocks were lost in the hustle and bustle of the surrounding streets; they were lost in time and space.

With one last look, he left the stacks of clocks lying about on the side of the street.


This is my piece for this week's #Visdare prompt (the above picture).
Written 13th of May 2014 – 3:45 am.
132 words without the title.