Saturday, November 11, 2017

November 11th Rainbow Snippet

Rainbow Snippets is a group for LGBTQ+ authors, readers, and bloggers to gather once a week to share six sentences from a work of fiction–a WIP or a finished work or even a 6-sentence book recommendation (no spoilers please!).

In this group you’ll find anything from romance and historical fiction to mystery and YA. The common thread is that every story’s main character identifies as LGBTQ+. The snippets could range from zero flames to full-on sexytimes, anything goes content-wise. The only rule is snippets will be 6 sentences long–one for each color in the Pride flag.

I would invite everyone to please come check out the Rainbow Snippets group, click on a link, read and comment on the writing available and get involved yourselves in this awesome exercise. The link to the group can be found HERE

Last week my snippet was serious, leaving many of you worried about Rogue. In this scene, Rogue's brother has finally caught up to them, not too long after last week's conversation and his entry to the house, isn't exactly wanted by either Rogue or Gypsy. (please note that Gypsy is non-binary, thus the they/them pronouns) and again I apologize for the length. 
Thunder accompanied the sound of the door being kicked open, the thud of it crashing against the wall jarred them from sleep. Fester woofed and let out a growl as the heavy tread of boots echoed off the kitchen floor. Gypsy stood, only to have their arm grabbed and held firm by Rogue. Without the candles, they couldn’t see his face, until a flash of lightning showed him reaching for his bag as the footsteps got closer. The press of metal into their palm alerted Gypsy to the fact they’d been handed a knife, and they closed their fist tight around the handle as he stood, silent and moving past them towards the noise.
Lightning illuminated a large figure in the doorway, and Gypsy gasped.
“You might want to back out of here nice and slow,” Rogue advised, his voice having gone low and deadly. “I’m armed, and you’re trespassing.”
“I figured I’d find you here.”
That voice, Gypsy tensed even more than they already had and fumbled around for the lighter Rogue had laid on the coffee table, fingers shaking as they attempted to light the candles. The first tiny flicker of flame in the darkness blinded them for a moment, and they blinked several times to clear their vision.
They almost wished they hadn’t, when they turned their gaze towards the voice. Randy stood in the doorway, as large and imposing as the last time they’d seen him. Fury rose up in them, warring with anxiety.
“What the hell are you doing in my house?”
All of Randy’s attention was on his brother, his expression hard, bordering on aggression. “Looking for this son of a bitch.”
“You ever hear of knocking! Who do you think you are? You can’t just kick the door in like some fuckin’ psycho.”
“I’m not the crazy one here.”
Gypsy looked between the two, noting the way Rogue still held the knife like he intended to use it. Stepping between them, Gypsy hoped to diffuse things before they got out of hand.
“What do you want, Randy?” They asked, taking a step towards him, hoping to heard him back towards the kitchen. Of course he was too stubborn to go.
“Isaac told me Rogue was headed this way. Saw his truck in the barn, thought maybe you were in trouble.”


  1. Interesting! You can still cut the tension with a knife, but it looks like Randy and Rogue each have Gypsy's well-being in mind.

  2. Hmm... I don't think Rogue is the one causing trouble here.

  3. I mean it's sweet he wants to see if the guy's in trouble, but there are better ways to do this, right? :)

  4. Somehow I don't want to be Gypsy in this standoff...

  5. Ooh, what an intense situation. I can see things happening between those flashes of light.