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My Turn Again? Oh!

When I was first asked to join The New Authors Fellowship-after the joy-came Keven with a jab saying that maybe the Writers can coax a synopsis from me about The Stories. Pardon me as I re-issue part of my blog post from May 3oth on Aspire No More because I feel that it is fitting. So much support and prayers and blessings have come in-form all around that I am overwhelmed and very excited, to say the least, about my future in writing. Here’s the excerpt of post. Here is the synopsis for The Stories:Book One “Genesis“.

–As I sit here, listening to Demon Hunter’s “I Play Dead” I remember a very powerful scene I wrote in The Stories. My M/C is alone. She is small. Frail. She should not be able to contend with the beast-twice her size. Should she be vanquished…so be it. But right now…she will come face to face with the monster. She will choose to prove, if only to herself, that she can fight back.

For now “we are the stories”, huh? Who are the “stories”? What of them? Fairy tales? If only.

“Let the blood speak, child…”

Well…

L’orrah was just like any other child her age. She had no thoughts of the future or anything else beyond her beloved Grandmother Sarah and her close circle of friends she called family. She lived day to day, enjoying her quiet, humble life with Sarah. Then..the unthinkable. Oh…the evil. She was barely ten years old when her life ceased to be as it was. Everything she knew and loved was taken from her. An evil wolf, the master,  came knocking on her door to kill them. He fought against her Grandmother, ferociously. Her Grandmother knew him. She said his name-Labadon.  Sarah fought this beast valiantly but was no match. As her Grandmother lay, broken, bloodied and dead, L’orrah, having been left for dead herself, crawls through the mud and rain to be at her Grandmother’s side. L’orrah’s life fades quickly with each passing moment.

She awakens under a blue sky, drifting in and out of consciousness barely able to hear the two voices of the ones who came out of nowhere to help her stay alive. A month later, they, too,were gone and L’orrah, able to finally grasp the scope of all that has happened, slips into a black cloud of depression and stays near her Grandmothers grave site of smooth, gray stones. Unable even to open her eyes in the sunlight she chooses death once again, this time by her own hand. She can no longer function. She has no real reason to live. This child, this little girl of barely ten years of age, simply cannot cope.

That is until she unwittingly finds a great set of swords-hidden. She can only assume they belonged to her Grandmother. They held no magic or special power. The power was in the steel. Greatly enamored by the smaller blade-the kopis-and deeply inspired, at least to find out why her Grandmother may have used these, and why the white beast Labadon called her Lady Sarai and spoke of a great war-she sets out to simply-stay alive. When she first encounters a lone wolf from Labadon’s army, there is no prophecy to fulfill. All is left to choice.

Her life, wrought with pain. With loss and trauma.  But she survived that initial attack. She is alone in the vast Forest of Perault.  She makes her new home in a hole in the earth…and emerges only at night to fight against herself and her loss. Next time the wolves come…I’ll…I’ll make them fight for my death. It will never again come so easy. She carries in her heart a mantra, her strength…the last words she heard her Grandmother say: Do. Your. Worst.

Time passes and L’orrah  is ready to walk into the greater reaches of the land in search of anyone. An old Friend, Sunder, a once mighty warrior. His two brothers, who she called her own. Maybe to find the bearers of the two voices that helped her so many years ago. To find the reason her Grandmother was murdered. She begins her quest. Along the way, however, L’orrah finds that Labadon’s evil has devastated the entire known world…She carries with her only, a symbol her Grandmother left her and a stirring within her, perhaps the voice of her beloved Sarah-calls her to arms against him. It calls from within her soul. A darkness…and the strange power inside her is growing…with every move she makes. She makes a quest across magnificent lands, for anyone left alive. Anyone who has somehow escaped Labadon’s murderous hand…you will wish he was just “big…and bad…”

–”You always did love to stare up at the night sky, L’orrah,” Sarah said softly in her dreams.–

–”She knew she would be dead soon. So she closed her eyes and began to pray as Labadon continued his taunts. Her words were unintelligible, but she knew in her heart they would be received. Labadon continued to speak over her prayers, louder and more forcefully…mocking her shallow voice.”–

In The Stories, many legends of old are represented in an entire new light. My light. Carefully chosen.  So that it wouldn’t be a case of adding anyone for the sake of having them. Each must have a reason. Each must have genuine change that reflects the emotion, the feel, the voice of The Stories. It is called The Stories. They are the stories. They have voices. Wants. Desires. They bleed. They scream. They are real. They are alive. They have been transformed. You’ve never seen them like this before. L’orrah, the girl in the red hood, leads these beings in an epic fantasy like no other. In this land, bittersweet endings will come when and only when this evil has been destroyed. But…what chance does one small child have in  defeating  a power such as Labadon?

“I am Labadon! Belial! I am flux. This land and all who claim it are mine. I will be their end. No one will remember.”

This is only the beginning…this is only…the Genesis.

This song was an inspiration for the final moments in the book. More importantly it is a reminder of who we are in Christ: More than conquerors. Please watch and enjoy.

One more thing: END BULLYING NOW.

Be blessed!

About Tymothy Longoria

Tymothy Longoria has been described as a writer with a flair for the dramatic (whether this is true still remains to be seen). He is a fan of all things fantastic, metal music, black t-shirts, and aligns himself with geeks, nerds, and all manner of monsters, and is an ardent, optimistic supporter of his fellow creatives. He has written several short stories for the online macabre zine Underneath The Juniper Tree and in 2012 was awarded Debut Author of the Year by Twisted Core Press for 'Envy', his contribution to the Seven Deadly Sins Anthology. He is currently editing his full-length dark fantasy retelling, Revenants: Book One of The Stories. Fairy tales? If only. Legends will be reborn. Tymothy calls Texas home, where he lives with his wife, two children, and a cat called ThunderCat aka Kitty PawKitty. He is represented by Bree Ogden of Red Sofa Literary.

7 comments on “My Turn Again? Oh!

  1. Coolness :D. Get ‘er done, Tymothy. I want to read this!

  2. Yeah, me too! Hurry up and get published. I would so be first (or maybe 2nd) in line. 🙂

  3. Ralene, thank you! I suspect that-PRAISE GOD-there will be a line, however large or small-it’s all a blessing. ;}.

    As far as hurrying up to get published…it’s in Gods time of course I have no doubt it will be sooner than I’d ever hoped.

    Be blessed!

  4. My Dearest Tymothy,

    I am also awaiting the finish, I can’t wait to read it also.

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