FFM #6: The Oaken Glade

 

July 6 2026

LadyRainStarDrago AKA Teresa “Amehana” Garcia

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“You have the most exquisite heartache.” His voice touched her ear softly, followed by fingers brushing hair off her face. “You should take better care of yourself though. I doubt you deserve to choke on your own sorrow… delicious as it is.”

Her eyes turned to the voice as she flinched away from the warm fingers sweeping the hair from her face. Deep brown eyes met hers, set within a majestically owlish face framed by wild white curls of moonlight. The scent wafting off him were the scents of the woodland night – the stars, the cedars, the oaks, the moonblooms and dangerfruit flower-vines – and something richer and deeper that pulled at that pain filled spot within her soul.

“I won’t harm you, and you’ve obviously been harmed enough, little meadowsweet.” He smiled gently and settled beside her on the lush grass, then looked up at the moon where it rode the sky above the oak glade. “But I will stand guard while you pour out your pain. Forests aren’t safe at night, you know, little meadowsweet.”

“Pointed ears. Pointed teeth. Owlish features. Surely fae.” She thought to herself, processing the interruption. She disliked the beauty, how soon she found herself attracted to someone other than the faithless lover she’d dealt with.

His eyebrow rose and the nostril she could see in his profile flared. Another thrill in places she didn’t want thrilled. A slow smirk from him and incline of his head. The night grew colder as the moon continued along her course through the gems of the starry ocean.

“So, tell me about this lout. Name, description, what he did. What you’d like done. His fears. I very much dislike someone so tender and innocent being in such pain.” He removed the green, heavily embroidered, jacket he wore and carefully arranged it around her shoulders. “I can’t let such deep wrongs go unaddressed in my territory, you see, even if I wasn’t already inclined toward you.”

To her surprise she found the story tumbling from her lips as he tucked her under his arm? Wing? Things were fuzzier than they ought to be. Time bent and his scent, warmth, and eyes occupied far too much of her mind. She fought it, but the harder she fought the gentler his smile and the closer his face.

“You… You’re feeding… On me...” She rasped weakly at the end, much closer to his lips than she wanted to be.

“On your heartbreak, my dear. Not you. It’s been awhile since anyone bungled into my glade with any real troubles needing righting. Don’t worry, I’ll make this worth your while.” The caress on her side soothed her far more than she wanted. “Just release it all to me. I’m very a very hungry fae. I’ll not besmirch your honor though… not unless you invite me.” He chuckled at her blush, inhaling appreciatively. “I’d prefer to know you several days more first before that though. It’s been some time since I’ve had other offerings too.”

She rasped, annoyed at her response to his jests.

“Good girl. The spunkier the better. Now then, you must be exhausted after such an evening. You might fall ill if I let you sleep out here. How about I take you somewhere with a nice, soft, warm bed? Hm? When you wake up, all this nonsense will be over, and life can start anew.”

She clung as he scooped her up. “How… am I in your thrall so easily?”

“Well, little meadowsweet, you did say ‘I wish someone could help me’ before you collapsed here with that chunk of hair. And here I am. We can hash out what to actually call each other tomorrow. Tonight you ought to sleep while I do a little hunting after I’ve tucked you in. I’ll borrow your trophy, too, if you don’t mind.” He winked and smiled warmly as he carried her through the hidden door in his oak. “Can’t leave a lady alone in her despair, can I?”

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So many people like to write about elves and elven princes. I wanted something a little more... possibly Druidic this time. Where is the line between fae and deity? I felt like blending a little male tree spirit and a little owl together too.

Today's chosen prompt was “You have the most exquisite heartache.” – by WindySilver
https://flashficmonth.wordpress.com/2026/07/05/ffm-links-6-july-2026/

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FFM #5 2026: All Before Her Tea

 

July 5 2026

LadyRainStarDrago AKA Teresa Amehana Garcia

The dragoness moved through the shrine on two feet, drifting with the gentleness of morning mist in her human guise. The red and white of her miko shōzoku glowed in the early morning beneath Amaterasu’s rays. Amehana’s steps wove from the residential hall of her family to the Honden where her own mirror, similar in some ways to Amaterasu’s, dwelled.

Amehana inhaled deeply, allowing the scents of the gardens and the lingering overnight incense seeping from the various subshrines to permeate her lungs. Having not yet had her morning tea and rice she fed instead on the elemental energies around her. Food would be there when she was done. Their son and daughter were grown, the boy in his father’s old position as guard at the Youkaimura gate, the girl in the kitchen performing the duties of lesser miko and preparing the morning food offerings. Something she herself had not had to do now for… centuries?

Time was hard to hold onto now. She now easily understood why the elder kami could no longer keep track of it, not even her own father.

The Storm Shrine rose before her and she ascended the steps after leaving her geta to the side of the stairs. As usual, with each step she felt the separation between herself and the plane of living normal life was in grow, thankfully not to the degree her thread to physicality would snap again. Making bodies to inhabit was not something she wished to do today. Her hand slid open the doors, and the light of sun and moon (wherever Tsukiyomi currently was) lightly struck the surface of the Storm Mirror.

“Arashi Kagami,” she intoned softly.

“Arashi Amehana Hoshitatsu Tenryū Himemikokami.” Her mirror intoned in return.

They flowed the energy between them peacefully, parts of a whole joining in similar fashion to how her mate had long ago healed the two main halves of her separated incarnation. She allowed her consciousness to release the final few trappings of incarnated life and spread itself out among the local storm systems and then reach beyond, touching up against the other remaining storm dragons of her clan around the world… withdrawing whenever feeling the seeking energy of her clan’s rival.

After all these centuries, they still sought her? A married woman? A very happily married woman with no intention of giving up her kitsune? She snorted. Gathering the news and state of the worlds was more important than dealing with such petty concerns. If found, she’d deal with it. Then probably bewilder her mate again, just because she enjoyed –

There, a dissonance.

Her consciousness congealed above a facility far from human, yet firmly in the human world. Here, she took the form of a roughly dragon shaped serpentine cloud, her five toes per hand and foot, six wings, and prehensile tail plume each splayed wide to maintain the hold.

Perhaps she should have had tea first after all.

Below her sprawled a small compound of strangely shaped buildings seemingly grown from the plant and mineral life around them. Vines and trees intertwined with spires of crystals of such quality Amehana found herself fighting her species tendency toward hoarding that got the Western variety in such deep trouble with equally greedy humans. With the handiwork she witnessed, Amehana half expected some elves to pop out of somewhere.

Nope, no elves. Not after a morning of watching. Her distant physical body reminded of a missed opportunity called breakfast and a new due collection called lunch. All this time it seemed nothing had stirred.

Then, she saw them.

Tall, thin, rather Nordic looking. Definitely blond. Amehana groaned. Lemurians on holiday. Lovely. Why weren’t they around Mount Shasta? They rarely left the area. They rarely even came to the surface anymore, much less left the Mount Shasta area… like… dwarves… and elves…

The earlier disturbance was probably just one of their little generators to manipulate the weather. HER weather. In HER bailiwick.

“Feckers...” She grumbled to herself, followed by a few other unpriestessly words but definitely things her very distant ancestor Susanoo would consider clever and thus still at least kami-like. “How dare they?”

She’d read the old records. She had the shattered memories of one of the times she’d been shattered, thanks to Atlantis, Lemuria, and Mu, resulting in all the myriad of her clan. Blood memories. She was aware how close this probably splinter group was beginning to come to that old path. Bad enough humans were already in it, they didn’t need Lemurians finding it again too.

“I’d better report to the council, though it’s not Kamiari-Sai yet. It’s been long since we had to have an emergency gathering. Hopefully it won’t take a month like the yearly does...” Amehana sighed her herself, a plume of cloud spilling from her mouth like flame and steam. Lightning flashed within her as she darkened, her waters gathering in her irritation and her size growing. All unnoticed by those below.

With a flash, she sent a summons, exercising her rarely used right and standing. In the mountains of Rhian the Kagami Arashi flashed within the Purple Shrine and wards activated around the territory of the Elemental Empire. In Draiganpairc the Dragon Stone glowed, calling the witches of the O’Drake bloodline to attention wherever they were scattered around the world. This tugged on the Makay bloodline of Seal Point through their ancient blood oath.

“We have a problem, and the Heart of Storms needs protecting. This I see from within Arashi Kagami.” Her words rolled as thunder through the web of life to each kami.

Below the sea her grandfather looked toward her. Within his stronghold in the mountains her father paled, and dropped his teacup. Together, unknowingly as one, they rose to answer her call, unwilling to leave the last of her clutch to be undefended and risk a repeat of disasters long past.

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Alright! Caught up! Day Five's story actually managing to get posted on the day before any distractions calling me away from that. Whoo!

suddenly remembers she's been forgetting to update her fictionpress

Wow, over 20 years of posting my work for others to see, and it catches up with me how many places I don't post to as often as I should. Good thing I'm posting here first...

Need more coffee. I'm very glad I've got this to post to before remembering to update those old places. Meanwhile, my boy's messaged me that he's picked up some food to take with us to Mom's so we have food to eat while we are back where I grew up to run our booth the two days of Big Valley Days. It astounds me how far he's come in his development. I wanted a family business when I first fell pregnant with his big sister, I can certainly say that I have one now with how they've helped with different events over the years as they grew.

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FFM #4 2026: The Sisters of the Trumping Silences and the Trump of Completion

 

July 4th 2026

LadyRainStarDrago AKA Teresa Amehana Garcia

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She glowered at the small green orbs that now assaulted her plate, knowing as they fell from Cooky’s ladle that she would have to allow them to do the same to her palate and her gut. Woe to the unfortunate sisters who would be subjected to tonight’s flatulence performance in her shared cell.

Sister Mardra hid a sigh of relief on discovering that a scoop of peas was not the only item served for dinner tonight. It had been done many times before. What was the occasion for two proteins?

More importantly, what was it?

She let her feet flow down familiar paths to her habitual seat. First, the potatoes and cabbage. Next, the creamy mystery meat, served over a healthy and surprising helping of French Fries. Truly divine, blessings to whatever kind soul had donated the beastie to their ancient nunnery. The Sisters of the Trumping Silences were temporarily saved from… the peas. The source of their trumps.

The Abbess watched the sisters with her slate eyes, lingering lightly on Mardra. Mardra placed a large spoonful of the pustulating peas into her mouth and chewed with exaggerated gratuity. Mardra had no doubt those who revealed their dislike of the sacred legume were spirited away into the winding passages beneath the nunnery. Trying to eat them all proved as difficult as usual. Thankfully, she had also been equipped with some French Bread… Mashing them up she spread the peas on the bread, also succeeding somewhat in masking the taste.

The Legend of their own Labyrinth was often whispered among the sister after lights out, particularly the mysterious link to the alligators of the Everglades and what legendary item of provenance they guarded.

Perhaps, whatever it was, would eventually free them from the peas.

Sister Mardra had just finished the last bit of her peas, distracting herself by mentally rerunning the scene wherein Anakin Skywalker had his limbs rather forcefully – she smiled at the pun – removed from his keeping. A soft clatter cut through the silence.

A suspicious wooden dish sat beside her own, bearing a yellow dangerfruit, lemon, and lavender flan concoction that normally would have been met with excitement by any of them. A treat? Again, what was the occasion?

Wait… What was the occasion? Her eyes narrowed, focusing more on the delicacy, then following the arm that was still withdrawing.

The Abbess.

“Sister, it is due to your diligence in tending the wounded on the paths that bring us such unaccustomed plenty this night. It is fitting you receive the first serving of pudding.” Her voice, coarse from disuse other than the soft prayer chants, was difficult to decipher at the distance from her ear. “See me in my chambers after Martins.”

She nodded a reply and ate her pudding as ordered, but Sister Mardra hadn’t been aware that her stomach was capable of dropping any lower. What could the Abbess want?

When the time finally came, and after nearly getting lost in the maze of hallways and stairs yet again (despite all her many long years in the cloister), and a close encounter with a suspiciously steamy “chocolate bar” clearly deposited by the Abbess’s French Bulldog during one of its nighttime escapes helping the cats combat the mice and rats… Mardra finally stood before the simple wooden door.

Which was already opening, since the Abbess had been waiting impatiently for her to catch up. A bony finger pointed in, and she followed it to the seat on the bed slab she’d just been assigned. Not the best start, in her mind. Clearly, also not the best start in the Abbess’s mind, either!

“I am here, Abbess. What did you need of me?” Her eyes met the rheumy ones that were sinking to join her on the bed.

“I have noticed that the world seems to be calling you louder than usual.”

Her stomach turned over. Was this about the crying spat when the ski competition had been interrupted by commercials? Had she missed a pea, and this was how she would be dismissed?

“No louder than usual, to my knowledge. I have my work here, praying for the souls of all those who need better nutrition, roughage, and tending the wounds of those braving the alligators.”

“None know the dangers that await those who try to find what they guard.” The Abbess made the sign over herself, Sister Mardra following and bowing her head on reflex. “But no. I have seen a sign.” She pointed at the small wood sign. It bore Sister Mardra’s former worldly name. “The adventure party had it in their possession.”

She nearly threw up her peas. “Elia Schmitd shall unite and guide us to save the world from the Trump of Completion, with the Trump of Completion.” She read slowly, seeing the literal sign she’d been dreaming of for days. “But, what if I don’t?”

“Then I’m afraid the end of the world looks very wrong and messed up indeed.”

“What even IS the Trump of Completion?”

“That, we need you for.” The Abbess pinned her with a gaze. “Do you remember how you resurrected that man?”

“I… farted… While treating him. It brought him back.”

“And what took him out again?”

“Farting in the medical bay when checking on him...”

“Yes, and so, you must now go through the Sacred Tunnels and Steps of Solemnizations, exit out into the swamp, and go find yourself. It is time.”

“I can’t save the world. I’m just a flatulent middle-aged woman...”

“Save. End. All the same. You must discover how to trumpet the new age into being.”

“Can I at least get a night’s sleep first?”

“Of course.” The Abbess looked at her. “We are The Sisters of the Trumping Silences, not a company of young adventurers on their first Quest. In the morning, after outfitting yourself. See the Chambress in the morning for your provisions.”

“Yes Abbess.”

She left for her cell, trailing odiferous reluctance.

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Many interruptions later... Up early to post and go back to sleep. I'll put this in the other locations after more sleep. My bones hurt.

Should I start tagging the short stories with the genres?

Edit: I forgot to include, this was done using the FFM challenge prompt. https://flashficmonth.wordpress.com/2026/07/03/ffm-links-4-july-2026/

Generators chosen Event Prompt https://flashfictionmonth.itch.io/flash-fiction-month-event-prompt-generator

Event: The end of the world looks wrong and messed up.

Tense: Future tense.

Genre restriction: Cannot be apocalyptic.

- by MinneWinne

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Campfire Tales Prompt https://flashfictionmonth.itch.io/flash-fiction-month-campfire-tales-challenge-generator

1. Whodunit
2. Each suspect narrates a portion of the story
3. French bread, french fries, and a French bulldog

- challenge issued by ilyilaice

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Adventure Prompter https://flashfictionmonth.itch.io/flash-fiction-month-adventure-prompt-generator

Character: A thirty something woman, values solitude and peace, hates peas, her struggles with depression and anxiety have reduced her ability to deal with shenanigans and people. She cries at commercials but laughed hysterically when Anakin Skywalker got his limbs chopped off.
- by NamelessShe

Setting: An old nunnery, with a hidden maze of catacombs below it and mysterious staircases that don't lead anywhere. Or do they!?
- by salshep

MacGuffin: No one knew what the gators of the Everglades guarded, nor the dangers that awaited anyone who try to find out.
- by Teela-Y

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Daily

Why make lemonade when you can make so much more with a yellow danger fruit? by Teresa “Amehana” Garcia

FFM #3 2026: Interrupted Sleep

 

We return briefly to the Selkies' Skins universe, sometime in Kirsty's first year of teaching.

July 3 2026

LadyRainStarDrago AKA Teresa “Amehana” Garcia

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Kirsty stretched, then turned over in her bed. Her arm reached out and only found her cat. Blue eyes slowly slitted open in the pre-dawn light.

Right, work day. In the castle where her aunt specifically requested no hanky-panky. Why did they opt for rooms in the castle itself instead of getting a house nearby or one out the outbuildings like Thomas and Ally, also professors, did?

When was the sale of the place she and David wanted to be expected to finish again?

Definitely a coffee day.

“Mroooooowww...” The large white fluff ball complained and balled up.

“Me too… Me too...” Kirsty blinked and focused with difficulty on the window.

Why was she awake before her alarm? David would still be sleeping, probably, in his own bed. Surely. She snorted, discovering that some part of her did hope for some romantic gesture from her husband like showing up on the broom balcony tapping at the window for morning kisses before the breakfast that would bolster him for his Potions class and her for her Merstudies students.

Nope. No David through the glass. Not in his human self, not the ravenperson thing that had figured so much in their last year of school she knew he’d been working on, no hippogriff form for early morning flights… and definitely no sedated werewolf.

Be big problems if she woke up finding her sedated werewolf on her broom balcony instead of where he sequestered himself to hunt and snooze during his transformation. Problems coffee wouldn’t fix.

“The horrors persisted because you never did anything to stop them.” Kirsty quoted to herself, sighing deeply. “Right then. Early start to my day it is.” She slid out of her bed, her familiar complaining again at the retreat of her warmth. Her gauzy white sleeping gown billowed as she made her way to her dressing table. Not that her husband was there to be impressed by it since he was in his own room, and if he’d seen her yawn wracked stumbles he’d probably have gotten her back in bed and asleep with that strange pull she’d never figured out in all these years she’d known him. Definitely none of the hanky-panky – either sort – they’d been warned of when hired.

“Coffee… strong, sweet, on the non-acid end. Blond roast. Stomach isn’t ready for the dark.” She placed her order, willing a connection, still too sleepy to conjure it herself and relying on the kitchen’s magics to pick up on and deliver the request. Being a professor, especially at such a young age, definitely had perks not available to her when she was just a student hiding what she was. “Ah, some eel and egg on toast to see me over til Breakfast is ready too, please.”

She felt the acknowledging pulse on the other end of the connection. Whoever was on watch so early had received her request. Absolutely no way she felt like making her way down all those flights of stairs to go directly bother the cooks. Nope. That would be like mixing up a lemon and a danger fruit.

“Stairs...” She sighed, slumping against the dressing table and drawing her sealskin better around her shoulders over her sleep gown. Distantly she felt the tide, the call of the sea. She would need another swim in the loch soon. “I hope you slept better than I seem to have, David.”

Her coffee and eggy fishy toast apparated before her, prepared just the way she liked it. A little pickled slivered seaweed garnished her toast, telling her exactly which of the crew had received the request. Her lips curved upward gently. The coffee was a velvet and sweet as she needed it for such an early start, the caffeine strong and without the changes that bothered her on super early mornings. Comfort and strength began filling out her limbs, giving her back the closest thing she’d ever have to land legs.

The time for the Hunt was approaching, soon. Perhaps she could throw a salmon at David should she see him on the shore during his. He could share it with the wolf pack Hearne had drawn into his life, perhaps. Doubtful he and his pack would leave her any venison on the shore… but she did feel as much of the pull to them as she did to the merfolk in the loch. Not something that had a word in any language, something spanning species. Not kinship, per se, and not a caretaker role… But… something…

Another sip. Another bite. Her thoughts turned to how best to guide the young souls she must shape in her Merstudies lessons. How best to serve Mara, goddess of the sea, The Lady, still with pieces of her name missing and goddess of the land’s waters, and Hearne, lord of the Hunt? What should she do today, in their service?

“Waking up more would be a good start.” The Lady’s voice curled in her ear. “I had a memory. It may lead to another Piece.” The steam of the coffee caressed Kirsty’s face. “Sleepy selkies have scattered thoughts.”

“Mmm, so that’s why I’m awake so early. Might need two cups. Too early.”

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The prompt was:
The horrors persisted because you never did anything to stop them. – by bunnythewriter

https://flashficmonth.wordpress.com/2026/07/02/ffm-links-3-july-2026/

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FFM #2 2026: Church of Cats

 

LadyRainStarDrago AKA Teresa Amehana Garcia

July 2, 2026

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The monastery cats were chanting again. What made it TRULY concerning was that it wasn’t Latin this time.

“Harae tamae, kiyome tamae, rokkon shōjō.” Nine meowtiful voices tolled from before the altar within the stone chamber and rolled out the doors, then over the garden. The strike of a staff and chime of a bell.

The priest poked his head around to peek in the open doorway. Just as he could hear, nine cats sat performing their calls. Before them lay nine deceased mice, recently caught, tiny black eyes staring glassily into infinity. No staffs. No bells. No incense despite the odor of catnip toasting away in invisible censers.

“Again, Brother Dwellyth?” the gardener came up the walk. Over his shoulder he carried the hoe he had borrowed yesterday to cover his hoeing both at home and the kirk until he could replace his own.

“Aye, again, Michael.” Brother Dwellyth looked to his longtime friend.

“I still think you’re just working too hard.” Michael replied, his ginger hair gleaming beneath the sun’s light as he cocked his head just so.

“You hear it too.” Dwellyth passed a sweaty palm over his forehead and dwindling hair.

“Aye, but they are cats. You know how the cats here are.”

“Cats don’t speak human language.”

“Special cats, too much communion wine, not enough food, and studying too late at night. Some mysteries just aren’t meant for humans to know.”

“We’ll never get a proper Priest for long though if the cats keep scaring them away.”

“Do we need one? What is the offering today, anyway? More mice?”

Dwellyth lookat at Michael over his glasses and sighed.

“Yes. I’m not ordained a Priest, remember? Also because of them.”

Michael shrugged. “You’ll think of something.”

The cats began another chant. Invisible paper whisks whisked away at whatever things the cats prayed against.

“I highly doubt my idea of just declaring this a cat-run establishment will work.”

“Is there really anyone left to gainsay you?” Michael smiled, his green eyes gleaming just a bit too cat-like for Dwellyth’s comfort.

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FFM 2026 #1: The Mists of Writers’ Valley

 July 1 2026

The Mists of Writers’ Valley

LadyRainStarDrago AKA Teresa Amehana Garcia

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The mist rolls in over the hills. It would be so serene if you didn’t know what it brings.

The lookout sits in her tower, securing her corner of the compound. Whether the other three still retained their sanity Hera could never be sure. It’s not like they met in the mess hall. No, they had all long ago taken to having their meals in their towers and coordinating among themselves who would be on watch when.

They were all that was left. All that still stood between their charges and what had taken the others.

Her eyes narrowed at a movement within the mist pouring into their arm of the valley. Behind her, she knew, another mist was rising from the creek. A flash of green, and her eyes focused on it.

A tendril? A tail? A head on a long neck?

Red spots glowed, and the siren song of vintage typewriters being worked at speed filled her ears.

Ah, of course. Today, they came.

Hydra. Their compound’s muse. Their nurse. Their God.

Her fingers itched and she gazed into the visions flitting over her mind’s eye, scrying the mists just as ancient fortune tellers and Druidic bards once had long ago, far across the sea. Her hand drifted toward the silent alarm. It was time to release them.

The writers emerged from their cages, starved for sustenance and inspiration. It was time. Time to feed. Time to dream. Time to write. Only through the protective veil of the written word could the wisdom and folly Hydra sang and projected be safely allowed to come before those normies still used to traditional vanilla stories who hid in the labyrinth below.

Hera smiled. Things eldritch soothed her. She was going to hand on to this gig as long as she could, shepherding those writers seeking to dabble toes in waters outside their more comfortable genres. Other things stirred in the mists too. Zombies were not the way they used to be written of… Hydra would likely feed well on those who chose not to brave the new world and cling to the old way of things.

Writers’ Valley was a weird place, but she’d never felt more at home.

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I'm so excited. One of my submitted prompt suggestions was actually chosen as one of the day's suggestions.

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... I would have added a bit more about short stories for games, but I have a bad habit of short stories becoming sagas when bringing ideas into shared writing spaces like... TTRPG settings. Or linking challenges. Ask Obs on DH if you don't believe me about seasonal quests becoming linked story arcs. 

Flash Fiction Month Stories List!

 Flash Fiction Month is happening, and I have been working on catching up to it. You can read my flash fictions for free on my Deviant Art gallery. Views help boost me in the algorithm, if I understand things correctly. I will update this list to link to where you can read the flash fictions written for this month.

Flash Fiction Month 2021

1. The Idols: Obsession, or safety? https://www.deviantart.com/amehanarainstardrago/art/FFM2021-1-The-Idols-884398326
2. Rainbringer: When the rain runs dry, what happens when there is less to bring? https://www.deviantart.com/amehanarainstardrago/art/FFM2021-2-Rainbringer-884402495
3. I Want Flames: Aging does not mean growing up. https://www.deviantart.com/amehanarainstardrago/art/FFM-2021-3-I-Want-Flames-885840121
4. Wind and Stream: Experience the connection of a tree between her suitors. https://www.deviantart.com/amehanarainstardrago/art/FFM-2021-4-Wind-and-Stream-885848421
5. I Just Want A Bed: No, really. I just want a bed! https://www.deviantart.com/amehanarainstardrago/art/FFM-2021-5-I-Just-Want-a-Bed-886131751
6. Sloth: Be careful what you program. https://www.deviantart.com/amehanarainstardrago/art/FFM-2021-6-Sloth-886138477
7. Within Her Mirror: Snow White from the Magic Mirror's perspective. https://www.deviantart.com/amehanarainstardrago/art/FFM-2021-7-Within-Her-Mirror-886218522
8. A) The Fae Bride: A Fairy bride and what a chance encounter means for her future groom. https://www.deviantart.com/amehanarainstardrago/art/FFM-2021-8-The-Fae-Bride-886230385
   B) They: Wander with a spirit that had never walked as human. https://www.deviantart.com/amehanarainstardrago/art/FFM-2021-8b-They-886338858
9. Cloud In The Storm: The Cloud Maiden always wanders far, and sometimes she comes when called. https://www.deviantart.com/amehanarainstardrago/art/FFM-2021-9-Cloud-in-the-Storm-886233369
10. Starstone City: Adventurers, a love triangle, and personality clashes. https://www.deviantart.com/amehanarainstardrago/art/FFM-2021-10-Starstone-City-886247909
11. Providence: A half selkie shipwrecked encounters a full selkie family. https://www.deviantart.com/amehanarainstardrago/art/FFM-2021-11-Providence-886241301
12. The Taste of People: A forest spirit speaks his mind https://www.deviantart.com/amehanarainstardrago/art/FFM-2021-12-The-Taste-of-People-886149220
13. You'll Be Mine: Loving? Obsessive? You get to make up your own mind about this Fae and his letter. https://www.deviantart.com/amehanarainstardrago/art/FFM-2021-13-You-ll-Be-Mine-886146025
14. The Cloud Maiden's Shrine Origin: The Cloud Maiden chooses a home, and a priest to serve her. https://www.deviantart.com/amehanarainstardrago/art/FFM-2021-14-The-Cloud-Maiden-s-Shrine-Origin-886141083
15. Wishing Cookies: Just a little bit of baking. https://www.deviantart.com/amehanarainstardrago/art/FFM2021-15-Wishing-Cookies-886040849
16. An Unusual Day In The Life of Sir Seb (or Sir Sebastion): When a villain is bad at being bad and it's the castle dragon that needs rescuing Sir Sebastion gets to clean up the mess. https://www.deviantart.com/amehanarainstardrago/art/FFM2021-16-An-Unusual-Day-in-the-Life-of-Sir-Seb-885959154
17. Temptations: In which I mock blouse ripper romance and shed a little light on certain aspects of the Temple of Mara that aren't so fun. Or is it just angst? https://www.deviantart.com/amehanarainstardrago/art/FFM-2021-17-Temptations-886054881
18. Who Summoned Me To Punch A Fish?: Teenagers, elder gods possessing tentacles, and wannabe gangs. https://www.deviantart.com/amehanarainstardrago/art/FFM-2021-18-Who-Summoned-Me-to-Punch-a-Fish-886057619
19. Dragon And Hawk Reunite: A long flash forward for Ryu Take and BlowingWind Mountainchild from my Dragon Shaman books. https://www.deviantart.com/amehanarainstardrago/art/FFM-2021-19-Dragon-and-Hawk-Reunite-886209592
20. Untethering The Dragon: When a spirit incarnates as a human but needs their powers there is always some sort of price. https://www.deviantart.com/amehanarainstardrago/art/FFM-2021-20-Untethering-The-Dragon-886335217
21. The Cloud Dance: Your typical unruly princess, and the typical falling for a guard. The Cloud Maiden has plans for them https://www.deviantart.com/amehanarainstardrago/art/FFM-2021-21-The-Cloud-Dance-886350253
22. Smell The Flowers: A delivery driver who goes the extra mile is forced to take a break, but also is given a gift for his care. https://www.deviantart.com/amehanarainstardrago/art/FFM-2021-22-Smell-the-Flowers-886442209
23. The Master Tome: We touch in with Kirsty Makay, a selkie from the "Selkies' Skins" series and her finding of the "Pearls of Sea and Stone" in its book form. https://www.deviantart.com/amehanarainstardrago/art/FFM-2021-23-The-Master-Tome-886531789
24. In progress
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30. In progress
31. In progress

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Mara's Seas: A Selkies' Skins Coloring and Lore Book

 This is not the second book in the Selkies' Skins series that people have been waiting for, but an adjunct to the series.

Mara's Seas: A Selkies' Skins Based Mermay (Mermay2020) Inspired Coloring and Lore Book
Written by Teresa Garcia
Illustrated as Teresa Amehana Garcia

Different covers were needed for different venues.

This is a coloring book and set of short stories wherein the artwork was created during and for the annual Mermay challenge (in this case, Mermay2020) and drawn mostly as a visual expansion to the world in my Selkies' Skins series of novels. I wished to draw mostly non-traditional merfolk. You will find depictions of merfolk both mammalian and fish. The various species of merfolk do not always share our human views of body covering. In my world when they wear clothing it is more for ceremonial reasons. Male, female, and even some that are intersexed because of their type are in these pages. There are tells for those that are more mammalian in type. Certain body parts are not present and the eyes of children have been kept in mind. It is on the order of a National Geographic episode for those that need a comparison. 

This is created more with teens and adults in mind, but there is nothing objectional if one keeps in mind that these are nonhuman entities among the fae. 

Some who know me from my books and short stories will note that an extra name is included. I write under Teresa Garcia and illustrate under Teresa Amehana Garcia. If you wish to know more about the world of Selkies’ Skins then Selkies’ Skins: Castle and Well is the first book of Kirsty’s skinquest. There are several side and short stories as well as a prequel available. The second book of that series is currently in progress. The other series available and which crosses over in places are my Dragon Shaman books. At some future point I hope to finally have The Shadow Chronicles ready to join these.

I hope you enjoy coloring these 32 coloring spaces and reading the explanations and stories that accompany them. Size is 5.5 by 8.5 inches.

Amazon (Print): https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08KH2L8QY

Gumroads (PDF): https://gumroad.com/l/DnhUg

Smashwords (multiple ebook formats): https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1046669

FFF #32: Haiku Month readings part 1 and The Woman In Green

This episode contains several haiku that I had written this past Haiku Month, as well as a reading of The Woman in Green from "Strange Stories from the Lodge of Leisures," a public domain book available on Gutenberg.org. A goddess visits a man, but what is her true form? A dragonfly is fleeting, and what is the expression of a divine love?

Music track: Shiro (Instrumental) by Aussens@iter (c) copyright 2017 Licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution (3.0) license. http://dig.ccmixter.org/files/tobias_weber/56795 Ft: Hans Montgomery Atom

Hear the audio podcast by clicking here.
Video backing not yet created to be loaded to Youtube channel.

Dragonmas 2019 Player Challenge has gone live on Dragon Hearts RPG

It's Dragonmas! Fetu is still behaving suspiciously good. What long game is he playing? Or is he just trying to get presents? Did he just resurrect that blasted frost dragon? And a return of the fruitcake? The quirky game I write for has a new seasonal challenge live at www.dragonheartsrpg.com rpg. What ultimately happens this season? It is up to the players to decide.

Website Updated, and Podcast Uploaded

Regarding the Main Web Site

The main website has been updated and the publication catalogs made current. It will now be easier for me to update when new things need to be added. Also on the main site itself I have added a specific page to list all the print, ebook, or audiobook projects I have taken part in either as a staff member of another publisher or as a freelancer. I have done this in the spirit of cross promotion as every time a copy of those titles finds another reader or listener is goo for all parties concerned in the production.

If I have taken part in a project of yours and you want it listed please feel free to contact me.

Since the main site is now able to be more dynamic you will notice the links in the side of this blog changing as I work through choosing what to redirect, collapse, or delete. My goal is to tie them together more organically.

Podcast Episode

I have not had a chance to write any flash fictions that I am satisfied with, although I have been submitted another provocative one by Maxaxle that it slated for next week. This week I have chosen to release an episode reading from Arthur Waley's translation of "One Hundred Seventy Chinese Poems" or "170 Chinese Poems" which is freely available on Gutenberg.org.
http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/42290

Entry and exit music clips are from Spynge's "Moonset" used under  Creative Commons Attribution license (reuse allowed)
Hear the full instrumental!
https://audiograb.com/C8nSNvFRnj

Audio: https://www.podcasts.com/mythical-minstrelsy-flash-fiction-fridays-and-ames-bookshelf-1a06920c4/episode/Ame-Reads-170-Chinese-Poems-Reading-7-ba0c

Autophagy Audiobook Available

This Audiobook is available on Amazon, Audible, and iTunes. It was exciting to narrate for this title and I look forward to the next audiobook project.

Autophagy: A Guide For Living A Healthy Life Through Intermittent Fasting, Keto Diet, And Losing Weight

Written By David Albert Colinsky

Narrated By Teresa Garcia

If you’re looking for an effective way to cleanse your body and re-energize it, you’ve come to the right place. This book is a comprehensive introduction to autophagy, the body’s natural renewal, and detox-process. Using intermittent fasting and ketonic nutrition, you can kickstart autophagy in your body. Autophagy is your body’s smart way to get rid of toxins, renew cells, and stimulate repair. It makes sense that the body has a mechanism like this, and the good news is, there are easy ways for you to lead your body to autophagy-pathways. 

In this book, you will discover how to combine intermittent fasting and ketonic nutrition to induce autophagy in your body. More and more scientists have noted and praised the tangible benefits for vitality, detox, weight-loss, and anti-aging. 

Bounty URLs

Dislosure: If you make your first Audible purchase via one of these four links below then I get a small bonus.

Amazon US: https://www.audible.com/pd/B0821X1W2Y/?source_code=AUDFPWS0223189MWU-BK-ACX0-174169&ref=acx_bty_BK_ACX0_174169_pd_us

Amazon UK: https://www.audible.co.uk/pd/B0821V81FT/?source_code=AUKFrDlWS02231890H7-BK-ACX0-174169&ref=acx_bty_BK_ACX0_174169_pd_uk

Amazon FR: https://www.audible.fr/pd/B0821VCJ6Q/?source_code=FRAORWS022318903C-BK-ACX0-174169&ref=acx_bty_BK_ACX0_174169_pd_fr

Amazon DE: https://www.audible.de/pd/B0821X3WWG/?source_code=EKAORWS022318900A-BK-ACX0-174169&ref=acx_bty_BK_ACX0_174169_pd_de

Regular Links

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com.au/Autophagy-Healthy-Through-Intermittent-Fasting/dp/B0821WY4FD
Audible: https://www.audible.com/pd/Autophagy-Audiobook/B0821X1W2Y
iTunes: https://books.apple.com/us/audiobook/autophagy-guide-for-living-healthy-life-through-intermittent/id1489640946

The above links are for the products on the US version of Amazon, Audible, and iTunes. If you are from outside the US please search what is available in your country's version of the stores. If it is not available yet in your country I advise informing the stores of your interest in the audiobook.

Available on Audible! Enneagram: A Complete Guide to Understanding Your Personality and Improving Your Relationship

Enneagram: A Complete Guide to Understanding Your Personality and Improving Your Relationship

Written by David Gain

Narrated by Teresa Garcia

I was very happy to be the voice for David Gain's "Enneagram: A Complete Guide to Understanding Your Personality and Improving Your Relationship" published by Stefano Maraschio.

I have been paid up front for my performance of this book. However, if you purchase the title through this link I will get an additional bonus if it happens to be your first purchase. Such things greatly help me provide for my family.

This is not a THG StarDragon Publishing title, but it is a title that I was involved in as a freelance narrator. I do recommend it either in book or audiobook. I found it to be an excellent refresher.

Bounty URLs

Amazon US: https://www.audible.com/pd/B081MJGJRY/?source_code=AUDFPWS0223189MWU-BK-ACX0-173003&ref=acx_bty_BK_ACX0_173003_pd_us

Amazon UK: https://www.audible.co.uk/pd/B081MTTPHP/?source_code=AUKFrDlWS02231890H7-BK-ACX0-173003&ref=acx_bty_BK_ACX0_173003_pd_uk

Amazon FR: https://www.audible.fr/pd/B081MT563Y/?source_code=FRAORWS022318903C-BK-ACX0-173003&ref=acx_bty_BK_ACX0_173003_pd_fr

Amazon DE: https://www.audible.de/pd/B081N12B9M/?source_code=EKAORWS022318900A-BK-ACX0-173003&ref=acx_bty_BK_ACX0_173003_pd_de

Regular Links

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com./Enneagram-Understanding-Personality-Improving-Relationship/dp/B081MXTKX5

iTunes: https://books.apple.com/us/audiobook/enneagram-complete-guide-to-understanding-your-personality/id1489965159

Audible: https://www.audible.com/pd/Enneagram-Audiobook/B081MJGJRY

These three links are for US markets. I cannot link to all markets so be looking in your country's offerings on Amazon, iTunes, and Audible today!

Double Play Flash Fiction Fridays Podcast Catch Up Day

Last Friday's Flash Fiction Fridays episode was a little slow in actually managing to get recorded and ready.

Flash Fiction Fridays #20: "I Hate Updates" and "Delusion"

The first is every college or university student's worst nightmare. The second was written for a Flash Fiction Month prompt that required an unfair rebirth or fate, and explores karma.

Audio Only Podcast: https://www.podcasts.com/mythical-minstrelsy-flash-fiction-fridays-and-ames-bookshelf-1a06920c4/episode/Flash-Fiction-Fridays-20-I-Hate-Updates-and-Delusion-62bf 

This Friday's episode has "Just a Little Something" and "Turnabout" as more comedic offerings. The first gives us a glimpse into the personal lives of Chinese deities and immortals, and what chaos/order they get up to, and was written for one of the Flash Fiction Month challenges. The second is a Coyote/Kokopelli tale Teresa Garcia wrote to fill her daily requirement and in honor of those two tricksters.

Flash Fiction Fridays #21: "Just a Little Something" and "Turnabout"

Audio Only Podcast: https://www.podcasts.com/mythical-minstrelsy-flash-fiction-fridays-and-ames-bookshelf-1a06920c4/episode/Flash-Fiction-Fridays-21-Just-a-Little-Something-and-Turnabout-b367

Remember, if you'd like your flash and short fictions, or poetry featured on the podcast I am paying $3US per piece used. Highly favored are pieces with fantasy, mythology, folklore, or legend aspects. Author retains copyright. Submissions to the podcast can be made to ladyrainstardragon@hotmail.com or thgstardragonpublishing@gmail.com. Please include in the subject line it's a podcast submission.

Please consider subscribing to the podcast at:

iTunes

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Spotify

Podcasts.com (full content)

SoundCloud (flash fictions only) currently is full and will not be updated until those episodes are moved to storage.

Ian's Realm Saga Trilogy (Books 1 through 3) is now fully available

Yesterday the third part of The Ian's Realm Saga Trilogy Audio by D.L. Gardner narrated by Teresa Garcia (me!) went live for download!

Don't forget to check out the rest of her work.

Audible: https://www.amazon.com/Ians-Realm-Saga-Trilogy-Book/dp/B07TSLC4M9

D.L. Gardner's direct Gumroad storefront: https://gumroad.com/dlgardner

It was a good project to be part of!

Flash Fiction Fridays #19: The Nest, Blind, and The Storage Unit Community

Audio podcast: http://www.podcasts.com/mythical-minstrelsy-flash-fiction-fridays-and-ames-bookshelf-1a06920c4/episode/Flash-Fiction-Fridays-19-The-Nest-Blind-and-The-Storage-Unit-Community-9a4f

This Friday's flash fictions are "The Nest," "Blind," and "The Storage Unit Community." These were all generated during July for Flash Fiction Month 2019 on Deviant art. You can read them in the links below or on my Patreon. Read here are the stories from the prompts meant for the first, second, and fourth days.

1: The Nest https://www.deviantart.com/amehanarainstardrago/art/FFM-July-1-2019-The-Nest-805486060
2 (3): Blind or Blindness https://www.deviantart.com/amehanarainstardrago/art/FFM-July-3-2019-Blindness-805550025
3 (4): The Storage Unit Community https://www.deviantart.com/amehanarainstardrago/art/FFM-July-4-2019-The-Storage-Unit-Community-805555439

Ian's Ream Saga Part 3 releases August 27, 2019

Part III of "The Ian's Realm Saga" by D.L. Gardner is expected to go live and be available for download August 27 of 2019. This is the final part of "The Ian's Realm Trilogy" book that I have worked so long to prepare the audiobook version of. It brings immense satisfaction to see that project ready for the push. I also highly recommend the other books of the series. It was a fun project to be part of and narrate for.

https://gumroad.com/dlgardner#

I have seen the first two parts on Audiobooks.com and I believe that FindAWay, the distributor that she has chosen, has those on other venues as well, and this will join them.

Ian's Realm Saga Part Two is available

Part Two of the Ian's Realm Saga is finished, ready, and available for purchase and download on Dianne Gardner's Gumroads store. You can listen to the story on any device that plays MP3 and are not locked into streaming only (unlike some venues can be).

It has been a pleasure working on this project. Part Three is in production and available for pre-order directly from the author. By ordering from the author directly you ensure that she receives more, especially in projects where narrators or illustrators are paid up front. Please also check out her other projects.

https://gumroad.com/dlgardner#

D. L. Gardner on Gumroad

You can also check your favorite audiobook retailer.

FFF # 16: Devotion (and poetry)

Audio Podcast

Story Text