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Loving and Losing

If someone has never loved, how will they ever know the heartache of losing love?

City Living: Chicago, Illinois, USA

Posted in Dialogue

Tag Lines

In a story in order to determine who is speaking a piece of dialogue, tag lines are used. Notice in the following example the last two lines don’t have a tag line. That’s because one is not always needed once it’s been established who is talking. Generally, a person will do the speaking every other line. So, in this example, it is assumed that Tia is then doing the speaking in line 3 and Sarah is doing the speaking in line 4. If a tag line is added every time someone speaks, the flow of the dialogue sounds odd. BUT, every now and then, throw in a tag line so that readers can keep track of who is speaking. There’s nothing more irritating than having to go back through a long piece of dialogue in order to keep track of who is doing the speaking.

Example: “I don’t like it one bit. It won’t work,” said Tia.
“Sure it will,” replied Sarah. “Trust me.”
“That’s the problem. None of your ideas ever work.”
“They do too.”

Please keep in mind that you don’t always have to use the word ‘said’ when creating a tag line. Here are some options in the list below. There are many many more than what is here. This is just a taste.

  • replied Tia
  • responded Tia
  • stated Tia
  • whispered Tia
  • answered Tia
  • demanded Jack
  • claimed Susan
  • asked Bill
  • agreed Susan
  • added Susan
  • admitted Jack
  • fumed Bill
  • feared Sally
  • giggled Jane
  • indicated Jack
  • joked Tia
  • decided Tia
Posted in Fiction

To Work or Not to Work by L. M. Montes

The starving mind settles in spring,
with dew drops of knowledge enveloping–
newness takes root, holding tight to growth
as heights strived for lift higher,
reaching then gaining more.
But sitting in a dark room
with emptiness depleting, draining–
sets fire to sprouting mindful leaves
and sucks the soul from deep within,
flushing oneself as winter sets in.

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Problems and Solving

If you are looking at the jungle, how will you ever see the tree?

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Fear and Initiative

If fear stops you, how will you ever take the initiative your creative mind conceives?

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Posted in Fiction

Excerpt from the Prologue

Here is an excerpt from the prologue of my new novel, The Cross’s Key

The Triplet Septfinitude bragged of mountainous peaks and plush grassy meadows. Trees with leaves of several hues of reds, yellows, and greens cascaded own each slope. Between each mountain rested deep blue and turquoise-colored lakes and streams. Living dwellings made of marble peeked out in various areas of the sides of each mountain. Small wooden bridges decorated with leafy vines connected each living dwelling from one to the next and all the way down to the grass below.

Paul and Susan Stevens looked on as their eight-month-old triplet boys lay on their blanket under the Fophawna tree. The Tantis Lake lay several yards away. A gentle breeze touched the furry bark of the tree just right, and the follicles billowed and shimmered. Susan got down on the blanket to play with her boys and moved into a sideways leaning position when the triplets touched each others hands haphazardly clapping them together. She chuckled as she watched. As they continued to do this, their hands became attached to each other. Then the three little bodies moved and melded together and giggled. The end result was one baby, not three. Susan’s mouth gaped open, and her vocal cords refused to work, rendering her silent. She was so horrified and so focused on the one baby that she didn’t see her husband on the blanket across from her trying to do what he could to make the one baby three again. All the while glancing over his shoulder several times to see if anyone else witnessed what just happened. They were alone.

“How do we get them apart?” said Susan now able to speak.

Paul didn’t respond as he poked and prodded the baby in front of him.

“Paul?””

“What!” he thrust out. “How in hell should I know? This is the first I’m seeing this myself.”

“You don’t have to be so…..” Susan said with a start. “I didn’t…..damn!”

“You knew there was a possibility this would happen. We both did.”

She opened her mouth to talk but thought better of it. He was right, but she put this possibility behind her never thinking it would happen to her babies. She didn’t want this, not for her children. This kind of ability was dangerous. She knew what it meant for their future and the future of the triplets if anyone found out.

“Paul, what are we going to do?”

“We’ll have to keep them apart as best we can. Then, when they get a little older, we can leave and go to Shir in the Natural Septfinitude.”

He was right.

*****

Fourteen years and Four Months Later

Shir’s early morning dew glistened across the lush grass as Ethan bent over the creek and whisked his fingers through his blond close-cropped curls. He gave himself one last look at his reflection in the still creek water then splashed the cool, wet liquid on his face a couple times and stood. He crossed his long sleeve shirted arm across his face to dry it then turned to face his triplet brothers.

“Why can’t we touch each other? You know, like pat each other on the back for a job well done or something. What’s all the fuss about?” asked Jace.

“Why? Do you need a pat on the back? Are you in need of a compliment? Well, job well done, Jace,” said Ethan with a voice dripping of sarcasm. “How are we supposed to know? We’re in the same situation as you.”

“You’re the oldest, Ethan. You should now,” said Mason with a chuckle. He knelt next to the creek, dunked his close-cropped, straight black hair in the cold water, shook his head several times, then whipped his head back, bringing with it a stream of water heading straight for Jace, who saw it in time and ducked. The splash landed on Ethan’s face.

Ethan gasped then took another swipe at his face to dry it. “I am the oldest by nine minutes,” replied Ethan. “And keep your water to yourself damn it. My being the oldest does not mean squat. Ask dad. Although, I doubt he would say anything. I tried asking once, and he blew me off.”

“Mom and dad never said anything to me either. I asked them once, too. Mom looked away and dad changed the subject. You know how he is. If he doesn’t want to tell you something, no amount of probing or coercion is going to get him to talk,” said Mason.

“So, let’s try it,” said Jace.

Ethan and Mason threw him a blank stare.

“What? It’s not like we’re going to blow up or something.”

“Dude,” said Ethan. “I don’t think we should go against mom’s and dad’s wishes.”

Mason smacked his tongue, then said, “Come on, he’s right. He is the youngest, so we can blame him if something goes wrong. Besides, they’ll never know.”

“Ok, fine,” said Ethan. “But not here in the open. Let’s go in the barn. We have chores to finish up anyways.”

The late July heat rendered the barn an oven of sorts. The three stood inside the main entrance looking around. One of thee horses in one of the distant stalls stamped his hoof and gave a low whinny.

Ethan spied his father’s small office on the far end and walked in that direction. “Come on.”

The three stood in the center of the room and looked at each other. Neither one wanted to go first. Finally, Mason gave Jace a quick poke. Nothing happened. Seeing this, Ethan and Jace did the same to Mason. Again, nothing happened. They started laughing and felt ridiculous. Then they slapped each other the way guys do.

“Damn,” said Ethan. “All this time we’ve been afraid to come in contact with one another. Again, I wonder what the big deal was?”

“He five bros,” said Mason as he put up both of his hands.

Ethan and Jace put up both of their hands. Now standing in a tiny circle, they all smacked each other’s hands at the same time. Then their bodies melded into one. Now they knew.

“What? Who? How? Oh God. What have we done?” asked the brothers who were now one person. What is this person’s name? My name? Our name? Damn! Who is this?” His voice didn’t sound like any one of the three brothers.

He turned to face the corner desk. A small 8″ x 10″ mirror hung on the wall above the section of desk on the right. He peered into it. A different person stared back. In a way he was a compilation of the three, yet different. He touched his mouth, then pulled the skin under his right eye down and let go. He ran his hands through his dark brown hair and exhaled.

“We need to tell dad. Wait, I’m talking to myself. Hey, you guys there?” Nobody answered back. “What’s my name, our name?” Again, no one answered. He didn’t know if he was one person or three.

A translucent green materialized around the frame of the mirror and intensified until it filled the room. He plucked the mirror off the wall and a certain oddness peered back at him….

(If you enjoyed this snippet and would like to continue reading more, follow the link to the book in the book’s title above. It is free on Kindle Unlimited. The Kindle version is $8.99 on Amazon).

Posted in Poetry

Malice by L. M. Montes

Hardness hails the deepest creases
of tainted thoughts and goodness taken,
breaks the inside then snaps to pieces
the person meant to be forsaken.

Hurt abounds from one’s behavior
as meanness hurls from they to thee,
until karma returns the nasty favor,
blind to all and will not see.

Posted in Writing

Descriptive Words

Please note that some of the descriptive words in this table are found in more than one box. This is because they hold two different descriptive meanings.

Sometimes it’s nice to have many in one place rather than always resorting to look up single words at a time. When you are in the middle of writing a piece of fiction and you want a unique way to describe something, your mind can go blank. Here is a table to help you.

Really
Certainly
Easily
Genuinely
Honestly
Positively
Precisely
Truly
Undoubtedly
Unmistakably
Very
Absolutely
Acutely
Decidedly
Deeply
Eminently
Exceedingly
Excessively
Greatly
Highly
Extremely
Really
Remarkably
Seriously
Significantly
Singularly
Supremely
Terribly
Terrifically
Thoroughly
Normally
Commonly
Generally
In general
Mainly
Most of the time
Mostly
Ordinarily
Usually
As a rule
Quickly
Swiftly
Rapidly
Hurriedly
Speedily
Fast
Quick
Hastily
Briskly
At high speed
Seriously
Passionately
Earnestly
Sincerely
Vigorously
Gravely
All joking aside
Cut the comedy
Intently
Resolutely
Kindly
Genial
Gentle
Good-hearted
Generous
Humane
Kind
Mellow
Merciful
Pleasant
Finally
Definitely
Assuredly
Once and for all
Past regret
Settled
With conviction
Determinately
Beyond recall
Lastly
Only
Apart
Individual
Lone
Matchless
Once in a lifetime
Sole
Unaccompanied
Unequaled
Unique
Perfectly
Altogether
Completely
Fully
Quite
Utterly
Wholly
Consummately
Well
Totally
Accidentally
By chance
Inadvertently
Casually
By accident
Randomly
Unconsciously
Unintentionally
Unexpectedly
Unwittingly
Confused
Bewildered
Dazed
Glassy-eyed
Mixed up
Not with it
Addled
Discombobulated
Perplexed
Puzzled