Archive for June, 2010

Welcome again to YAFF Muse: blog rounds. The ladies of YA Fiction Fanatics have come together for YAFF Muse. To have a little fun, explore different styles of writing and to give you some kick-butt shorts to read.

Without further delay, this weeks YAFF Muse pic was provided by YAFF Member: Cambria. Don’t forget to check out the other ladies stories, I’ve linked their sites at the end the post. Enjoy!

Around the Streetmarket by: Plamen Stoev

Hiding in the shadows, I watched my cousin, Isobel, running through the marketplace. Her bare feet splashing in the puddles and rain clinging to her dark ponytail.

Bile seared my throat as she turned to smile at Marcos, who followed close behind. Their sick game already drew onlookers to the doorways of the shops that surrounded the market.

I closed my eyes, gripping the dagger to my chest. God, was it just last night that I witnessed the horror? Images of blood and rocks and death filled my head. My eyes snapped open as I gulped in a lungful of air.

“Stay calm, Molly,” I whispered, wiping the rain from my face. Up ahead, I heard Isobel screech as Marcos grew closer. All a part of the plan.

They’d lure some innocent person after them. A guy, hell bent on defending Isobel’s honor. And then he’d die for her. Just like the three men I’d watched the night before. Isobel and Marcos would laugh, playing in the blood.

Ever since she’d returned from Romania, Isobel had been different. There were new friends, more dangerous parties. I didn’t know what happened over there, but she was a monster now. And she had to be stopped.

For weeks she’d begged me to go out with her and her friends. But I refused, until last night. If I hadn’t of shown up late then I wouldn’t have seen any of it.

Peeking around the corner, I noticed a woman with a purse rushing into the road in front of them.

“Keep going lady, don’t stop,” I said under my breath.

But Isobel poured it on. Even from here, I heard her pleading with the woman.

“Please, help. He’s after me.” Isobel grabbed her arm.

The woman’s eyes widened when she saw Marcos. Isobel released her and kept running into an alley. At first, I believed the stranger would let them go and mind her own business. Then she darted after Marcos swinging her purse.

With no other choice, I left my hiding place, praying I wasn’t too late. Water splashed onto my pant legs. My long blonde hair, whipped into my eyes as the winds picked up.

My grip tightened on the dagger and I burst into the alley to find it empty. Where the hell did they go? Shit. Hands trembling, I made way toward the dumpster at the end. On the ground, I noticed blood washing away like a crimson river.

From above, came the sound of laughter and I glanced up to find Marcos kissing Isobel. I needed to get out of there. Without the element of surprise, they’d kill me too.

I spun around, racing back toward the market place.

“Molly, where are you going? Don’t you want to play with us?” Isobel called. She leapt from the rooftops, landing on the road behind me.

Gloom settled in, the once lit storefronts were closed, the lights turned out. Like the owners knew what was to come. Fear pulsed in my veins. What had I gotten myself into?

“Please, help me!” I screeched, pounding on a café door. Then I saw it, a lone pizzeria with its light on. With demons on my heels, I barged in, slamming the door shut behind me. A dark haired guy came from behind the counter, golden eyes meeting mine.

“Are you okay?” he asked drying his hands on a towel.

“We’ve got to lock the door,” I cried. “Please, they’ll kill us.”

“Nonsense, Molly. You’re perfectly safe here.” He smiled.

“What did you say?”

“I’ve been waiting a long time for you, Molly.”

Oh God, he looked familiar. Then I remembered. I’d seen him in Isobel’s photographs from Romania.

Before I could go anywhere, he was beside me, barring the door. “When your cousin showed me your picture, I knew you were the one.” His fingers traced my cheek. “Don’t be scared, I’ll make this as painless as possible.”

His lips brushed mine then I heard a growl and the ripping and tearing of flesh. The last thing I saw was his wolf snout before pain overwhelmed me.


Make sure to check out these other fab stories from the gals at YAFF!!

Cambria Dillon

Mindy Buchanan

R.M. Gilbert

Traci Kenworth

Vanessa Barger

Penny Randall

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Photo Credit: valyeszter

YAFF Muse is a new weekly blog series featuring some YA Fiction Fanatics members. In this series, we’ll post original short stories created from an image meant to inspire our Muse. Hope you enjoy! And don’t forget to check out the other YAFFers participating in this series (links below).

Peering out the window, I raised the binoculars focusing on the tanned biceps of the new neighbor. He looked about my age, shaggy dark hair, a Celtic knot tattoo circling his upper arm. God, he was hot. It’d be hard to stay away from him—but I had no choice. I wanted no more blood on my hands.

“Jessalyn, what are you doing?” Grandma said from behind me.

I cringed. “Don’t worry, I’m not interested in him, just looking.”

Her bony fingers traced the outer rim of the tea cup, blue flowers dashed on the side, the fragile glass deceptive. “He’ll come around, just like the rest of them. They can’t resist you.”

“I won’t let you do this again,” I said, slamming the binoculars down. “You’re suppose protect me, not run my life.”

Grandma’s eyes narrowed. “You know the rules. If they call on you then I have the right to administer the test.”

“He won’t come over, I’ll avoid him and be stuck in these godforsaken ruins of a house for the rest of my life.”

The floorboards creaked under my feet as I moved away from the window. As if sensing me, the boy stopped walking, box in hand. His gold eyes met mine and I sucked in a lungful of air. The intensity of his gaze branded me, a slow smile spreading across his lips.

“See, already he’s succumbed to your charms. Might as well invite him in and get it over with,” Grandma said, carrying the tea cup back to the kitchen.

No. I wouldn’t do it, not this time. Already, I smelled Grandma’s brew, the sickly sweet scent of my blood and her tea leaves. I hurried into the backyard and collapsed under the willow tree.

The branches groaned as the wind picked up and something dropped down behind me.

“At last,” a voice said. “I’ve been searching for you.”

Leaping to my feet, I whipped around to find the boy standing there. “You shouldn’t be here,” I said.

His lips curved into a smile. “My name is Daire.”

“Please you don’t understand.”

“Jessalyn, look at me,” he whispered.

How did he know my name? His fingers brushed my arm; eyes glowing with an inhuman aura and suddenly several lifetimes flickered in my mind.


The backdoor opened and Grandma came out with the tea cup. “Perfect timing. Jessalyn, grab a chair for our guest, it’s time for tea.”

Daire accepted the cup. Not again. Too many had fallen victim to Grandma. 

“Don’t drink it,” I shouted.

It was too late. I waited for him to fall to the ground, but he didn’t. Instead he grabbed hold of Grandma’s arm, jerking her forward.

“Your elixir won’t work on me old woman. I’ve come to claim what is mine.”

Grandma’s eyes widened. “It can’t be. No one survives. You must be…”

“Immortal,” Daire finished. “You killed the warriors, I sent to find her. You knew she’d choose me.”

“No,” Grandma snarled.

Daire crushed the tea cup in his hands and I watched Grandma chip and break, turning to dust before my eyes.

“The spell is broken,” I said.

Daire wrapped me in his arms, the cup and Grandma, both gone. “Nothing will separate us again.”


Check out the other short stories by my fellow YAFF members (our critique group).

Cambria Dillon

Mindy Buchanan


Traci Kenworth

Vanessa Barger

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Okay, so on my way in to work these last couple of days I’ve been noticing some odd things. Like two of  the  gas stations are now on Facebook/Twitter. And they’re encouraging their customers to follow them on line.

To me, that seems kind of ridiculous. Follow my gas station on line? What could they possibly have to say? “Had lots of customers today—and they pumped gas!” LOL. Okay, so they’re giving followers a chance to win prizes, but still. A gas station?

Which brings me to my dentist office. Yep, you’ve guessed it. They’ve also got a Facebook page. So I’m wondering what they have to talk about? Cavities, fillings, dentures? “Hey, we’ve got a cavity of the month club.” Right, so maybe that’s not what they’re talking about. But phew, it seems so odd. It’s like everybody and they’re brother (businesses included) are trying to use technology to their advantage. However, that being said, I already visit enough online sites without adding my regular, mundane things to the list. I want to go to the dentist to clean my teeth, not follow them online. And well, not really all that “excited” about pumping gas either (grins).

I had to chuckle though, because then I got to thinking about other businesses or companies that’d be funny to see with a Facebook page/Twitter. Like walking into the gynecologist office “Hey follow us on Twitter.” Or what about the sewage pumping “We’ll pump the sh*t right out of you”.  I mean, come on now…okay so that’s my rant/craziness for the day.

I do admit, however, that there are certain writers, agents, and publishers I follow online but it’s because of the industry information I’m trying to glean. Not to mention I like to keep up to date. And well, I just can’t justify following my dentist or gas station on line.

So I’m wondering if anybody else finds some of this stuff ridiculous?

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