February 9, 2016

Anne’s Year In Review

So, 2015 is long gone. A memory. But it was an exciting year. Not only did we welcome a new member to our family, our Chocolate Lab, Lily, who is now over a year old, I also started a new day job in the fall which is keeping me very busy.  But I also had many writing related achievements.  And it feels really good for only being officially in this playing field for three years now.

My real success came with my stories placing or winning in contests this year, the very first time I’ve entered. Friends with Benefits placed 2nd in the Passionate Plume Contest. Sliding into Home won the Book Buyer’s Best Contest and Hers to Own won the NERFA Contest (National Excellence in Romance Fiction Award) and took 2nd in the Book Buyers Best. All three were finalists in other contests, including the Golden Quill and the BDSM Golden Flogger Award. This recognition alone made my year.

February 9, 2016

Anne’s Test Post

This is just a test to see if I know what the hell I’m going 🙂

December 8, 2015

Hello and Welcome to My Test Site!

Hello and welcome to the NimbleForce Creations Blog Testing Site. Here we will test the form and function of your new theme. I have set up several posts below with various features so you can see how they will look with your theme. Take a look and see how different lengths of text, titles, with and without pictures will show up. I can change how things are justified (centered, left, etc.) and how all sorts of elements are styled. Rather the titles be a different color, or your blockquotes bordered a different way? We can do that! Same with list, bullets, and countless other features.

So take a look, click on posts (to see the sidebar-less pages), and take notes, and let me know about what you’d like to see here.

Enjoy your visit. I hope you have a fantastic day!

Stacy

November 28, 2013

Ordered List

Colors in the Rainbow

This is an ordered list, meaning that there should be numbers in front of each item.

  1. Red
  2. Orange
  3. Yellow
  4. Olive
  5. Green
  6. Teal
  7. Blue
  8. Indigo
  9. Purple
  10. Magenta

These words should also be colored using WordPress text coloring. I used ten items so you can see how a double digit will show up. Note that you can have the list indented to whatever degree you like.

October 30, 2013

Caption With a Float Right

rainbowdream

What Is This Thing?

Here’s an image with a caption, floated to the right.

Black Truth by Nim.

“I can’t believe you,” Joshua said as they rode the luxury elevator that ran up the center of the Bianco Tower.

“It wasn’t a big deal, sweetheart,” Charlotte implored.  “I only invested…”

She was interrupted by a loud bang and a hard jerk.  The elevator ground to a stop.  Both occupants were left sprawled on the floor.

“Ouch!” Charlotte yelled, holding her ankle.  “Oh, ow!”

“Ms. Bianco, can you hear me?” a voice crackled over the intercom.

Rubbing his head, Joshua stood and answered, “We can hear you.  What happened?”

“Mr. Nero, is Ms. Bianco all right?”

We are fine,” Joshua said.  “I think Charlotte twisted an ankle and I hit my head.  Can you get us out of here?”

“Mr. Nero,” the voice replied, crackling with static.  “I need … carefully.  We have … credible assassination … control panel … set to … in five minutes … police cannot … enough … disarm by cutting … imperative … wire.  Do you under…?”

Then, nothing.

“No!  I don’t understand!  I have to cut a wire?  What wire?  Repeat your message!” Joshua punched the speaker.  “Hello?  Hello!”  Silence.  “Dammit!” Joshua yelled, turning to Charlotte.  Her eyes were wide.

“The panel,” Charlotte murmured.  “He said we have five minutes.”

The elevator control panel popped off easily.  Joshua’s momentary relief was replaced with cold dread.  Nestled in the space behind was a wired box with a red-lit display. 4:12 … 4:11 … 4:10 it ticked silently.  “It’s a bomb,” he said.

“Oh God,” Charlotte whimpered.

“Quiet.  Let me think.  The guy said something about cutting wire.  Maybe we just need to pull one of these wires and it’ll deactivate.”

“Or blow us both to bits,” Charlotte said.

“We have to try.  It’s going to blow us to bits in four minutes regardless.  We have to try and save ourselves.”

“You’re right.  So… how many wires are there?”

“Three.  A black one, a green one, and a red one.”

“Try the red one.  I saw it in a movie.”

He turned to look at her, incredulous.  “You’re serious?  You want me to base this decision on something you saw Bruce Willis do over popcorn?”

Charlotte cringed and looked down, twisting the small engagement ring on her left hand.  She looked back up.  “Do you have a better idea?”

He looked back at the red numbers.  3:22.  “No,” he said.  “I don’t.”

“So try it,” she said.  “What do we have to lose?  Three minutes of dread?”

“Okay,” he said.  He grasped the red wire tightly.

“I love you,” Charlotte said.

Joshua yanked the wire.  Everything went black.

“What happened?”  Charlotte asked from the pitch dark.

“I don’t know!”  Joshua laughed.  “It must have worked!  The countdown screen is dark!  The thing must’ve been attached to the lighting system of the elevator for some reason.  We’re safe!  We just have to wait for the rescue–”

“Failsafe compromised,” a computerized voice cut in.  “Detonation in three minutes.”  Then, silence.

“What does that mean?” Charlotte asked.

“I think it means Bruce Willis was wrong.”  He slumped to the floor.  “Cut the red one,” he mimicked. “I saw it in a movie.”

“Do you have to be so awful?  I’m in this too, you know.”  She was crying.

“I know.  Look, I’m sorry.”  He reached out blindly and put his hand on her arm.

She sniffled and then said, “Let’s make love, Josh.  Let’s spend our last minutes feeling wonderful.”  He could feel her moving.

“Wait,” he said.  “I don’t want… to hurt your foot.”

“You won’t hurt me, darling.”  He felt her hand touch his leg.  “You make me feel groovy.”

He smiled at their inside joke in spite of himself, but he put his hand on hers to stop its progress up his thigh.  “I’m sorry, Charlotte.  I can’t.”

“It’s okay,” she said.  “This is a high-stress situation.  If you can’t…”

“That’s not what I mean.”  He took her hand off his thigh and held it.  “Look, there’s something I need to tell you.”  He took a deep breath.

“What, honey?  Just say it.”

“I’m not… I don’t love you.”

Charlotte snatched her hand away.  “What?  How can you say that?  Why are you being so mean?”

“Being truthful isn’t mean, Charlotte.  It seems only right that we end our lives honestly.”

“It’s because I told you to pull the wrong wire.”

“This has nothing to do with the wire.”  Joshua sighed.  “It has to do with the trust.”

“You don’t trust me because of the investment I made?  Josh, that’s over.  And I swear, it wasn’t a trust thing.”

“Not that trust, Charlotte.  The trust.”

“What…”  There was a long pause.  “Oh,” she said finally.

“Yes,” he said.  “Your trust.  Fourteen million dollars.  Money that would have become ‘ours’ if…”

“If we weren’t about to die,” she finished.  He heard her slide away from him.

“Yes,” he said.  “I’m sorry, Charlotte.  Really.”

“So am I,” she said.  He felt something small and hard hit him in the head.  He knew it was the ring.  He deserved that, he supposed.

A few seconds later, his heart skipped as the mechanical voice broke the awful silence.  “Detonation in ten seconds.”

They spent the last moments in the dark, each utterly alone.

Then, Joshua squeezed his eyes tight against the blinding light.

* * * * *

He opened his tearing eyes to the overwhelming glow.  There were dark figures all around.  Dead relatives to welcome him to the Afterlife?  As his vision cleared, he realized that the light was coming from the opened doors of the elevator, and several of the figures were helping Charlotte to her feet.

Someone took hold of his elbow.  “Come with me, Nero.” The man’s voice was unmistakable.  Maurice Bianco.  It was Charlotte’s grandfather.  “I’ve known about you since the moment I met you, you little son of a…”

“But…” he turned to Charlotte.

She was buttoning her blouse.  Tears stained her face.  She gave him an ironic, half-smile.  “Trust, Joshua,” she said.  “Trust.”

“Let’s go, Nero.  I want you off my property.”