SIPS OF WINE FROM THE GRAPEVINE – HOLIDAY EXTRAVAGANZA DECEMBER 2023: from the Visions Anthology – Excerpt The Portal Brings Christmas Love

SIPS OF WINE FROM THE GRAPEVINE – HOLIDAY EXTRAVAGANZA DECEMBER 2023: from the Visions Anthology – Excerpt The Portal Brings Christmas Love

Purple grapes hang from green vines which frame the upper half of the image. A translucent white banner provides the backdrop for a scripted font that reads "Holiday Extravaganza" at the top. Below, stylized white text reads "The Writer's Grapevine" with smaller vines under the lettering. Two stylized foxes dance playfully in the grass. On the left is a white fox, coiled in the air from a jump. It has a cream colored coat with a white belly, gray socks on all four feet, and a fluffy tail. On the right is a red fox, landing on its front feet, with back feet still in the sky. It has an orange-red coat with a white belly, fluffy tail, and gray socks on all feet.

SIPS OF WINE FROM THE GRAPEVINE

HOLIDAY EXTRAVAGANZA

READING WITH THE AUTHORS

A PUBLICATION OF TTW MARKETING SERVICES

BY PATTY L. FLETCHER

COAUTHOR HIGH PRIESTESS LADY LAYA MOONWALKER

DECEMBER 25, 2023

While this year has been filled with writing projects from Kaye and her wonderful group, many of which you’ll hear of later in this post, none of what has been would have taken place had it not been for the following.

I give you Kaye Lynne Booth…

Once Kaye’s intro has finished, please keep reading for more…

Thank you, Kaye for flipping some weird switch hidden deep in my brain. I cannot stop writing this stuff.

*Reader’s Note*

For those reading The Blended Lives Chronicles series, this story comes from 2061. It is in between books I and II. One day there will be more about these days. For now, enjoy.

Visions

by Kaye Lynne Booth(Author),

An author’s visions are revealed through their stories. Many authors have strange and unusual stories, indeed. Within these pages, you will find the stories of eighteen different authors, each unique and thought provoking. These are the fantasy, science fiction, paranormal, and horror stories that will keep you awake long into the night.

What happens when:

An inexplicable monster plagues a town for generations, taking people… and souvenirs?

A post-apocalyptic band of travelers finds their salvation in an archaic machine?

The prey turns out to be the predator for a band of human traffickers?

Someone chooses to be happy in a world where emotions are regulated and controlled?

A village girl is chosen to be the spider queen?

Grab your copy today and find out. Let authors such as W.T. Paterson, Joseph Carabis, Kaye Lynne Booth, Michaele Jordan, Stephanie Kraner, and others, including the author of the winning story in the WordCrafter 2022 Short Fiction Contest, Roberta Eaton Cheadle, tantalize your thoughts and share their Visions

From Kaye Lynne Booth, editor of Once Upon an Ever After: Modern Fairy Tales & Folklore, Refracted Reflections: Twisted Tales of Duality & Deception and Gilded Glass: Twisted Myths & Shattered Fairy Tales.

From Visions…

The Portal Brings Christmas Love

By Patty L. Fletcher

I awoke just after midnight on that early Christmas morn. Though I knew I should be happy, there was a horrible emptiness inside me. My longing for Derrick had become all consuming. All I wanted for Christmas was to hold him. He’d been mine and King’s trainer and we’d shared some happy times, but when I’d come back to Korponious, my life had somehow turned itself inside out. Due to my fiancé’s abuse, my mental illness had spun horribly out of control. For a time, I’d been terribly lost to the darkness. It was a prolonged period of spiraling behavior, during which I’d destroyed mine and Derrick’s friendship and had damn near killed myself.

Derrick and I had met a few years later at a Blended Lives Federation convention, and while working out our differences, had gotten dangerously entangled in an interplanetary government overthrow attempt when I’d been kidnapped, tortured, and almost killed.

Derrick had risked his life and freedom to save me, and had worked tirelessly once we were reunited to help King and me to rehabilitate only to be separated by war breaking out. I was in Korponious settling my affairs, while readying to move to Casimian.

Now, because of current travel bans, I could not immigrate. I was, in a word, miserable.

The crisp damp air from mine and King’s earlier walk outside seemed to linger in my nostrils as I went about the task of straightening the kitchen. I loved and hated this time of night. On one hand it was peaceful, and my mind could be at rest from the cluttered emotions noticed during the day when everyone was awake. On the other, if I let my mind drift too long in the void I could get lost in some incredibly dark shadows.

When I could stand the silence no longer, I turned on some music, and set about sweeping the floor, casting as I went. I swept large lazy circles in a counterclockwise fashion to clear away not only the dirt piling into the middle of the floor to be swept into the pan and tossed away, but the pain which was eating my spirit as well.

When I was done, I knelt and quickly dumped it into the trash can. I called the four quarters and sat the circle of white light firmly around myself, and with tears of deep longing streaming from my eyes, began chanting.

“There is no part of my life which does not belong to the Goddess.
There is no part of my body which does not belong to the Goddess.
I am she and she is me.
We are one, yet we are we.
Oh, hear my heart’s cry. Hear my plea.
So mote it be. Blessid be.”

I poured all my will into it. I desperately wanted to see Derrick. Wanted nothing more than to have him hold me in his arms and take me away from all the empty sadness that seemed to cling to me day and night. I felt if I could somehow remove all the obstacles in our path by sweeping them away, like the dirt in the floor, my dreams could be fulfilled.

The clump of nastiness fell into the bin with a soft thump! And as I washed my hands and face at the kitchen sink a moment later, I felt the room shift and the portal just to my left open. I turned ever so slowly, as to not startle whomever or whatever was coming through. I never knew until the being had passed through whether it would be living or spirit when it did, but in either case whatever it was needed to be allowed to come completely through without interruption. To do otherwise could be dangerous for everyone involved. If disturbed, the soul of whomever was coming through, whether living or spirit, could be forever damaged.

I held my breath and wished for Derrick with all my might. The air swished and a moment later…

Continue reading here.

*Note*

This anthology is also available on Smashwords and many other book buying sites.

Merry Christmas and Happy Reading from Patty’s Worlds.

Also from Patty…

 

THE BLENDED LIVES CHRONICLES: SIDES OF THE ORDER

The cover is a deep, candy apple red, with the title, The Blended Lives Chronicles: Sides of the Order at the top in white text. At the bottom is the author’s name, Patty L. Fletcher, also typed in white. Above the author’s name and below the title of the book is a white skeleton key, taking up about 3/4 of the cover space.
The spine of the cover features a white crescent moon on the top left corner of a white number one roman numeral. Below that is the title of the book, followed by the author’s name at the bottom of the spine.

About the Book…

Lady Laya MoonWalker is a well respected author and magazine owner and a high priestess in the magickal community. After a drawn-out battle with the forces of dark magik, she has come into her own. She lives and works on Planet Korponious, where she is the owner and creator of an Interplanetary Magazine called “Blended Lives Chronicles.” Her mission is to blend the lines of race, creed, and disability that separate so many and to elevate the recognition of the training and ability of Service Animals of all kinds to a new level. She has just been accepted into the Blended Lives Federation and now hopes to continue her work in a way like nothing known to her before.

Laya has created allot of wreckage along the way through her dark journey into the light, and now she wishes to set this to right. She has just received her best break ever. Frank Prince, the CEO of The Blended Lives Learning Center, has invited her to the Celtic New Year Convention and Witches Ball as a reporter to write a story on the progress of The Blended Lives Planetary Federation. She will be their guest speaker at the opening ceremonies.

When Laya arrives at the Celtic Convention, she finds herself face to face with an old and dear friend, Blended Lives Learning Center Instructor and member of the Order of the Night, Derrick Gibbous. As they begin to connect, causing old sparks to reignite, they are tossed into a nasty battle from which not everyone will escape. People are not as they seem, and not everyone supports the side for which they appear to work.

As their love for one another grows, so does the battle. Despite everything, Laya and Derrick are determined to see their work to unite beings of all kinds succeed.

Pick up a copy here.

As if that’s not enough to curl your hair, about the time I was sending the first draft of Sides of the Order off to my editor Dawn, I saw a call-to-action notice from a fellow writer. Kaye Lynne Booth of WordCrafter Press wanted dark fantasy short stories for an anthology called Midnight Roost she and her fellow authors were doing. I, feeling quite restless because the characters in Sides of the Order wouldn’t shut up and behave, had begun toying with what would happen next.

Deciding to take a chance, I polished up what I’d done so far, sent it off, and waited to see what might happen.

To my delighted surprise, Kaye wrote back the very next day saying, “I believe this story has potential. If you’re willing to put in the work required to flesh it out, I’d like to have it in the anthology.”

Naturally, I was over the moon. Derrick and Laya were restless and bored, they were wreaking havoc with my sleep, so I was happy to give them something to do.

Soon the characters were once again doing as they pleased rather than as I told them and darn good thing too. Left to my own devices, Casualties of War might never have happened, let alone ended up in Kaye’s anthology.

If you’ve been good, and truly have read Sides of the Order, you have permission to enter. If you cheat, and read onward before doing so, well, don’t say I didn’t warn you.

To pick up your copy of Midnight Roost containing Casualties of War as well as many other terrifically terrifying tales…

Enter Here.

 

Happy Reading.

Merry Christmas.

Happy Holidays and New Year Too.

Patty, Laya, King and Blue.

Blessid Be.

About Patty L. Fletcher

Patty L. Fletcher lives in Kingsport Tennessee where she works full time as a Writer with the goal of bridging the great chasm which separates the disAbled from the non-disAbled. She is Also a Social Media Marketing Assistant.

Follow her for book information and more here

 

2 Comments

  1. Trish Hubschman Reply
    December 25, 2023

    I feel so attached to Lady Moonwalker. She’s so real. Merry Christmas, Lady M

    1. Hi, thanks very much. When writing a character, I know they must be real. You must either love or hate them. You must draw opinions of them cry over them and be angry with them. Sometimes they even must be grieved. I’m glad you enjoyed the book.

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