Journey Series

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Monday, July 17, 2017

Flash Fiction

Hi,

Hope all had a great week. Mine was busy. I’m taking on the Camp NaNorWr Challenge. My word goal for July is 25,000 free written words. I’ve made it past the halfway point. Yeah. Soon as I reach that goal I will be returning to editing Collar of Truth, Human-Skinned Wolves Book 5. Still got lots of work on it. That’s is why this week’s Flash Fiction Post is a short one. Literally.
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Rex growled, letting his wolf surge forward, which did little to ease Rex’s displeasure in his Alpha. Alpha’s were supposed to keep peace among the Pack, not promote violence between two of his subject. Specially, not the Gamma and the Omega. Something had to be done. An Omega was to be revered, not tortured. He could not stand by and watch. Beta’s had the right to step in, but he was supposed to have permission first. Unless . . .

“Rex, don’t!”


Shanna’s shout with right through his body, but he could not hold his wolf back. He was in mid-air for only a second before his massive gray wolf slammed into his Alpha.

Monday, July 10, 2017

Flash Fiction Scene

Hi,

Hope all had an amazing week, last  week. Mine was a busy one. Camp NaNo started July 1st, so I’ve been working on some new material, while editing on Collar of Truth, Human-Skinned Wolves Book 5. The exhaustion that built up in me while doing both I what inspire this week’s flash fiction scene. Hope you guys enjoy and remember:

Let your imagination soar when you read.
Julia
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Tap. Tap. Tap. It as all I had heard since I walked through the door. It drowned out the squeak of my shoes against the freshly waxed floor.

“Will you hurry up. We are going to be late.”

Late. Who cared? All she would do is donate more of the hard earned money I made. She loved to spend the money, but despised me to throw her behind on her arrival to all her rich-scuk ass friends. Nope. It was my job to bring home enough money to keep her living the high-social life she grew accustom to the day we said I do. Worse decision of my life. Don’t get me wrong. I love my wife, but I hate how snobby she has become.

“I mean it, Coby.”

I knew she did. If I made her one minute later, she would have a cow when we got home. Not something I could afford. I still had at least four hours of work to do after the benefit. If I didn’t get it done then I would not be able to get Mr. Coffee out of his murder charge, meaning I would never get paid, meaning she would have less money to spend.

“Ready.” I tightened my tie and tugged my sleeves down.

She came up to me and fake kissed each of my cheek and then gave me a light kiss on the lips. “You look amazing.”

Those were the small moments that I looked forward to since I said I do. No matter how aggravated I get at being rushed or working so hard, it was those times that she dropped into the soft, sexy tone that drew me to her the first time I saw her standing in the line to the portable, green bathrooms at the Park Festival.

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Monday, July 3, 2017

Photo Flash Fiction Scene


Hi,
Hope all are ready to celebrate our freedom and those who serve and have given their lives inorder to keep those freedoms for us. That is sort of what today’s flash fiction scene is about. However, the idea for this scene came from a mythical photo I found on Pinetrest.

Have a great week.
Remember, let your imagination soar when you read.



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Ray hovered over the pool of freedom, soaking up the energy that her forefathers had generosity given their lives for. Each year the current leader of the Energy Fay, sacrificed his life eldest son’s life. Her family had six souls buried inside the depth of the pool of freedom. Kind of made her happy that she was not a male, then again . . .

“You here again?”

“Yes, father.”

He knelt beside me, taking my hand away from the pool. “It is not wise for you to keep visiting the pool.”

“Why not?”

This was a conversation they’d had for the last two weeks. His answer hadn’t explained why since the first night, and Ray doubted tonight would be any different.

“You do not need to know why.” He tugged her up and tucked her under his arm. “Daughter, you are not the one that will give your life for our people.”

“I know.”

“Then there is no reason for you to come here?”

“There is.”

“Why?”

“My son will one day join our ancestors. I want to know where and how the pool of energy gives us the freedom from the Gray Witch.” More than that. I wanted to know why I would have to sacrifice my eldest child one day.

“We do not know that.”

I did. My future had been predicted two weeks ago by the All-Seerer. She had searched me down while I was cleaning my wings and drew me aside and informed me that my destiny had been decided. Not a fact that every daughter or son of the current leader earned. No one knew why some received such a gift and others did not.

I wasn’t sure it was a gift. I might have been better off not knowing that I would come out victorious in the Battle of Leadership that took place each year. Other words, I would defeat my father and take his place.

“You are not going to tell me more than that, are you daughter?”

“No, father.”

“Good.” He hugged me tight and gave me a light push towards my tent. “Get some sleep and do not let me find you at the pool again.”

“Yes, father.”

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Monday, June 26, 2017

Flash Fiction Scene - I'm done

Hi,
Hope all had a nice week. Mine was busy. I finished the first round of edits on Collar of Truth. Yeah! That’s is what led me to today’s flash fiction scene. Hope you enjoy and remember:

Let your imagination soar when you read.
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M/M Content
Sex Content
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Chris ducked his head as the pan flew at his head. Robby was at it again. Another day with no inspiration and no new painting. Happened each time. Hadn’t been this often since they met five years ago, but as of late, it was an everyday occurrence. He was tired of it.

“Stop it, Robby.” Course Robby did not hear him thanks to his little tirade of curses. None of which made much sense. “I mean it, Robby.”

Robby’s arm hung in the air as he ran out verbal strength. The little coffee mug dropped to the floor, shattering into a thousand shards.

“Shit, baby, I’m so sorry.”

Chis didn’t really care to hear his apologizes. All he wanted was to leave the room and avoid exploding himself. He lifted his hand when Robby rushed toward him with his arms open. He spun and left the room with words he never thought he’d say to Robby.

“I’m done.”

He walked to the room he’d shared with Robby since the second day they met and snatched up one of his duffle bags, shoving a couple of outfits in. He snatched up his toiltey bag and took one more look around the room. He marched to the door, bypassing Robby who stood in the kitchen doorway with a stunned expression.

“I’ll be by soon as I find me a new place to get my stuff.”

“Please, Chris, let me - -“


He opened the door and walked out.

Monday, June 19, 2017

Book Share - Epic by Adrienne Wilder

I've yet to read her newest book, but I have not read one of hers that have not transported me into the lives of her characters. I know this one will be no different. That is why I suggest that anyone who loves to fall into a character's life that you get your copy of EPIC by Adrienne Wilder.

Note this is book contains M/M content and is for Adults Only

Epic
Andrew Atler has learned the hard way, fiction is far better than real life. In his romance novels the world is safe, predictable, and there is always a happy ending. Best of all, he can safely fall in love and the person will never know. There he can weave a tale of perfect passion plus pay the bills.

Matt Grim flies the colors of Hell’s Legion. When he’s not riding his chopper, he’s working as a bouncer for the Six. Matt’s life consists of drinking, playing in a band, and burning the midnight oil in the dungeon. He lives hard, plays hard, and rides even harder.

Two people who would never be a part of the same EPIC love story. 
But sometimes those fairy tale clichés have a way of working magic.
And sometimes…sometimes those happy endings do come true.

Amazon Link:

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Flash Fiction Scene - Exhaustion

Hi,

Sorry for missing last week. The week before was a vacation week and I found myself too exhausted to even think, let alone write a short scene. LOL. I think that is what led to this week’s flash fiction scene.

Hope you enjoy.
Remember: Let your imagination soar when you read.
Julia
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Fingers dug into the tender flesh of my back as her massaged my tight shoulders. As he crept down and down, I knew where his little massage would  turn into. Not that I minded a nice round of lovemaking, normally, but then I was almost too exhausted. The late shift had been super busy. Five fires were set and his crew had responded two the two biggest of them.

“Cain,” words whispered across his neck as his lover of five years kissed the base of his neck, sending shards of shivers over his skin.

Looked as his dick had different plans than his body did.

“New that would get you riled up.”

Cain’s hand dipped under his stomach, brushing the tip of his elongating cock.

“You always now, lover.” Truer words had never been spoken. First night they met, had been no different. Robert had walked up to him, grabbed his ass and pulled him into the most sensual dance anyone had ever seen. They still got compliments on it from the regulars at Hot Spots.

“Missed you so much, Baby.”

Cain pushed his ass back, soaking in the heat radiating from his lover’s throbbing cock.

“You want me to leave you be?”

“Hell, no.” Not then at least. Robert had him worked into a frenzy. He was more than ready for a nice long night that drove his exhaustion into complete darkness.

“Good. Going to show you how much I’ve missed you over the last four nights.”

Robert and him both hated the nights he was on twelve hours day shifts. Robert’s club kept him busy at night and Cain was already at work by the time Robert managed to come home.

“Show me, lover.” Cain squirmed until he was on his back and managed to wrap his legs around Robert’s waist. “Make me know who loves me.”


“Always.” Robert claimed his mouth as his hand slipped under his pillow, retrieving the lube they kept stashed.

Monday, June 5, 2017

Flash Fiction Scene – Kick in the Butt


Hi,
Hope all had an amazing week. Mine was so-so. I did not get nowhere near what I had hoped to do. Mom and dad’s vacation is this week, so time will be short again. I hope I still managed to fit in some editing and writing time. Least editing time. I need a kick in the butt to get moving on the edits of Collar of Truth, Human-Skinned Books 5. That fact is what led me to this week’s flash fiction scene.

Enjoy and remember:
Let your imagination soar when you read.
Julia
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I tapped my foot and shot the jerk-wad, no good, lousy maintenance man the best get real face I could get. The dang-gum stove has been messed up for the last two months. Longer than that, but this one particular man had only come to the apartment in the last two months. Four times for the same damn thing. It should be clear to him that he can’t fix it and I need a new stove.

“Let’s see if that gets it fixed.” He wiped his forehead. “If not . . .”
What he’d final receive the kick in his ass that he needed. Doubtful, but I could wish. “Thanks. Sorry for bothering you again, but . . .” Right. I’d keep calling about the same issue long enough the dip-wad will get the point and replace the stove.

“No, I understand how difficult it would be to cook for three people on three small burners.”
The door opened and the dog wiggled for freedom. “Hey, babe . .. Oh, sorry didn’t know you had . . . stove again?”

“Course.”

“I’m sure it’s fixed this time.” The maintenance guy stepped around Ted and tossed a goodbye over his shoulder.

“Yeah, that dick couldn’t fix it if his life depended on it.” Ted kissed me on the cheek and took the doggie from me. “Hey there, little fellow. You protecting my woman for me?”

“Course he is.” I leaned into Ted for a kiss, but ended up with a lick to the cheek from my little protector.

“You home early.”

“Sure am. Got you a surprise.”

“Me?”

“Who else.”

“What is it?”

“Go look on the back of my truck.”

I rushed out the door, coming to a sudden halt when I saw a nice shiny black electric stove. “Really? You got me one . . . will they let me use my own?”

“They best. I can’t take it back.” He grinned. “Now, if you take me up on my offer and move in with me, I’ll set the entire kitchen up for you.”

Ted would. He’d been bribing me with small gifts for the last four months, trying his damnest to get me to move in with him, but I like being on my own.

“Call and ask them if I can move it in and them come get their piece of crap.”

“Okay.” I yanked my phone from my pocket and dialed the apartment office.


Monday, May 29, 2017

Flash Fiction Scene - New life

Hi,

Hope everyone is having a wonderful Memorial Day. Make sure you take a moment to thank the ones who serve our country and those who have. They are a special kind of human being. Ones with courage and dedication to the ones they protect. They deserve to know they are appreciated.

Okay, enough on my soap box. Today’s flash fiction scene is one of those that hit my mind out of nowhere. Hope you guys enjoy and remember:

Let your imagination soar when your read.
Julia

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Darkness drug at my stomach and muscles as the light-reddish orange welcomed the early risers. I wasn’t one of those. I lived in the depth of deep cave, where no sun every reached me. The days of walking among the world as sun beat down on my skin was long gone. Faded two centuries ago. A night I would never forget. A night one life ended and another began at the hands of a sharp dagger. Never was a man of violence. Wouldn’t have been then if the crude, unexpected visitor had not requested my wife for a night. When I told him no, he decided to take her anyway.

My wife’s screamed as he jerked her from her chair. I reacted without a single thought. Grabbed up the sharp kitchen knife and lunged at him. The sharp edge penetrated his thick muscles, but instead of him running off like I though he would, he released my wife and drew a blade the size of his body. I motioned Rachael to run as the man swung the blade. I managed to duck him three or four times, before he sank the blade into my stomach.

I have no idea if he caught up to my beloved wife, but I do know that another man, wearing a dark cape crept into my house and sank his teeth into my throat, taking the last few sips of my blood. From there, things become hazy, until I woke three nights later in the cave. A stranger nodded at me and told me it would be in my best interest to remain inside the cave until dark then go find a nice large deer to drink from.


That was the last time I saw the man who ended my life. He left that night, leaving me with no knowledge of what I was and to learn the dangers on my own. First few months were hard as hell, but I soon caught on to how to live my new life. One I did not want. One I did not know even existed. A monstrous life.

Monday, May 22, 2017

Flash Fiction Scene – Slow Down


Hi,
Hope all had an amazing week. Mine was busy. I began edits on Collar of Truth, Human-Skinned Wolves Book 4. Still no date of release, but I am working hard on getting it ready to release. I’ve also been trying to do some free writing. Not going so well, but things appear to be slowing down my way. That fact is what inspired this week’s flash fiction scene.

Hope you enjoy.
Remember: Let your imagination soar when you read.
Julia
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“Time for a break.” Ralph flopped into the leather recliner, kicking his legs up.

“What are you doing?” Jessica reprimand seemed more like a calm question. Had to be the dish towel she shook in the air. “We have to get this done. My parents will be here in an hour.”

“I know.” How could he not. She’d been counting down the time to their arrival for five days. He’s carried at least sixteen bags of clothes, his and hers, to the storage unit. Then there’d been ten trips of furniture. Dang-gum woman tried to make him take his recliner to storage. He set his foot down on that. He didn’t care what her parents thought. They were married. He provided for her, greatly. He protected her from their enimies. They were the one that put her in danger, and there was no way was he giving up his favorite recliner because it would offend her parents sickly taste of furniture.

“Please, help me. The bathroom still has to be sorted through. So does our bedroom.”

“Hold up.” No way would he let her parents inspect their bedroom. The dang people had a cow when Lacy told them she’d married him while on a trip to Vegas.

“Don’t hold up me. We’ve done pissed them off twice. I won’t have them coming in here and downing my hard work.”

“neither will I, but they will not be seeing how you arragned our home. The home you chose. The home I bought you. They will not be inspecting our bedroom. It is our place of soliace. We clear, honey?”

Her lips turned down and she bit her lower lip. An act she knew he had a tough time with. She knew it got her, her way.


“Not this time, honey. I mean it. You have reformed this house to fit their style, not ours. I have to set my food down somewhere and this is it.” He stood and took the towel from her. “Now, I’ll finish the dishes while you rest. You gone at top speed this whole week.”

Monday, May 15, 2017

On A Whim Scene


Hi,

This week, I wasn’t really inspired by anything, other than my fingers flying across the keyboard. I had no clue where they would lead, but it felt like heaven to sit down in one of my local Starbucks and let my mind expand into its own realm of relaxation and freedom.

Hope you guys enjoy this week’s flash fiction.
Remember let your imagination soar when you read.
Julia
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Tap. Tap. Tap. It was driving him crazy. Why did Rebecca have to flick that freaking pen all the time. Did she not realize tehre was others around who created best with silence? She had to. She’s been asked, over a thousand times, to stop. Did she respect the other? Course not.

“You okay, Seth?”

No. “Yes, Sir.”

“Then why is your lower lips bleeding.”

Seth wiped his lips and stared down at the faint trace of blood. Shoot, he’d been nipping his lip again. A pesky habit of aggravation.

“Pen getting to you again?”

“No, Sir.”

Did his boss expect him to admit how much his other co-worker was driving him up the wall while doing nothing but creating. Rebecca was one of the top sketchers for Travis Dunmore, a genius game creator.

“I can still move you across the way.”

Why did his boss keep offering to move him? Kind of him, but there was no way he was giving up his perfect view into his boss’s office. The man had one hell of a body to inspire, and fill, every second of Seth’s fantanises. Nope. He was not giving up his wonderful view over some lousy tapping.

“I’m fine, Sir.”

“If it becomes too much,” his boss leaned in a bit closer, turning the sketch Seth spent the last hour perfecting around. Seth couldn’t help the deep breath he took. “let me know. I’ll make sure you have the best view.”

“Best view?” Seth squeaked out.

“Yep. How about the desk behind my office?”

Crap. His boss’s office sat in the middle of the office space and consisted of nothing but glass walls. 

“Want to take me up on the offer?”

Offer? Eight hours of watching his boss’s back, seeing his ass each time he stood. Course he wanted that. Could he answer and not sound like some twisted stalker? Didn’t matter if he could have or not. His mouth worked quicker than his logical brain.

“I’d love that.”

“Great.” His boss’s breath brushed over his cheek as he leaned back. “I’ll make it happen. The area does have a great view. You might want to check it out in person before you make your final decision.”

Seth gasped, looking up in time to see his boss’s lick his lower lip. “Interested in doing so?”

Boy was he, but he doubted his boss meant the same thing his mind conjured up.

“All you have to do is say yes.”

“Yes.”

“Good then. I’ll show you personally.” His boss stepped back, grinning. “Don’t have time right now, how about you stop by about seven.”

Seven? No one would be around then. Everyone left at 6m even him.

“Seven, Sir.”

“Yes. Going to be here and see the view?”


“Yes, Sir.”

Monday, May 8, 2017

Flash Fiction – Mother’s Day Special


Hi,
Hope everyone is ready for Mother’s Day. It is less than a week away. Thankfully, my always early attitude about gifts, and pretty much everything deadline orientated, I am. Still, I wanted to take this Monday’s Post to Remember my mom.

So, Vickie Matthews, Happy Mother’s Day and you are the best mom in the world.

Hope you guys love this week’s short flash fiction.
Remember: let your imagination soar when you read.
Julia

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House has to be perfect. Why in the world did Jacob leave his dirty work socks laying in the hallway? He knew today was the most, or one of the most, importants day in our lives.

“Rebecca,” Jacob grabbed my arm, stopping me from bending to pick up the socks. “Calm down, honey. Everything is going to be perfect.”

“How? You’ve left socks laying in the floor. You left toothpaste in the hallway sink, which all you had to do was wait five seconds for me to piss and I would have been out of our bathroom. You left last night snack plate in the sink, without soaking the pizza sauce off the plate. You’ve yet to take the trash out.”

“Honey, breath. Breath.” Jacob tugged me over to the antique accent chair in the hallway. “Sit. Breath. Relax.” He knelt in front of me and took hold of my face. “My mother will love you. You do not have to worry about that. These are all small things.”

He was right. They were, but it was the small things that mothers, and future mother-in-laws would pay attention to. Or I would at least. If I was meeting a son’s future wife I would check every crook and crany to make sure she could take care of my son and the home he works hard to provide.

“I’ve cleaned the hallway sink. I was about to pick up my socks. I’ll get the trash next and clean my plate.” He leaned his head against mine. “You sit here and calm down. Rest. Everything is going to be perfect. My mom will love you.”

“You think?”

“I know she will.”

“Why?”

“Because I do.” He kissed me, melting my entire body. Best way to calm any woman down was a toe-curling kiss and my man knew how to give those. “Damn. You are magic.” I pushed him back and pointed at the socks. “Get them out of my clean hallway.”

“Yes, ma’am.”


“Good future husband.” I sat back and watched him sway his ass as he walked down the hallway and into our room.

Monday, May 1, 2017

Flash Fiction Scene – Slam head against the wall.


Hi,
This week’s post is coming from me having writer’s block. I sure fill like I’ve hit my head against the wall for days. Not a feeling I like. Hope this little flash fiction scene unblocks me.
Have a great week and remember . . .
Let your imagination soar when you read.
Julia
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“Ninety-nine.”
“Ninety-nine what?” Robert propped himself against his lover’s back and slipped his arms around his waist.
“Stop.” Karl wiggled, but failed to free himself. “Let me go. I’ve got to - -“
“You aren’t going to sit here and recount the invitation again.” He’d told his lover five hundred times over the last two days that it didn’t matter if they were one short.
“It matters.” Karl sighed so hard that Robert’s arm lifted and fell with him. “This is the most important day in our lives. I want it right. It won’t be right if we are missing an inviation. Someone will not have a - -“
“It’s going to be okay.” Robert kissed his lover’s neck, licking his way up to the soft spot behind his ear. “I’ve ordered another box.”
“Wasteful.” Karl tilted his head to the left. “I hate . . . Oh, god. Do that again.”
Robert pulled Karl closer and nipped the base of his neck, earning a deeper moan. “That’s it.” He took a step back, taking his lover with him. “Time we have some fun.”
“Fun . . .  Yeah. That’s what . . Oh, god.”

Robert followed Karl down as he fell onto the sofa.

Monday, April 24, 2017

Flash Fiction Scene



Hi,

There was no real inspiration for this week’s post. Simple came to my mind after doing some revisions and free writing. Hope you enjoy and remember,

Let your imagination soar when you read.
Julia

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Oranges changed to red and red changed to yellow as the clouds parted, revealing a blue morning sky. It’d been a long time since she’d seen the son. Hundred years to be exact.

“How’s it feel?”

“Strange, but great.”

“I remember the first day of my one hundred mark. I had little respect for what came with that day. I hope I have trained you well enough that you do not suffer as I did.”

She spun around and threw her arms around the man who had been her father figure since the day some strange man decided it best for her to become the living dead instead of going to the afterlife to join her husband.

“I promise not to let the new found powers to go to my head.”

“I hope you keep that in mind as you find the joys that is now your new life.”

Being able to live in her own place. Out from under the thumbs of the man the Vampire Council deemed responsible for her. Shane had never once complained or treated her harshly. He had done his best to teach her everything she would need to know for the day she turned one hundred. Took long ass time for a made vampire to gain control of her natural desire for control. Not to mention the stamina to survive in the sunlight. To learn what skills had been passed to her by her sire. Hers was a bit harder, since she had no idea who had made her. She had to wait for each of them to appear. Lucky for her and Shane she only got two skills, but they were the rarest for her kind. Mental communication with humans and vampires, and the ability to fly in human form. All vampires could change into a bat, but few gained the highest talent known to the vampire world.

“Where will you be going first?”

“I’m not sure.”

“Karen, I assumed you had this entire day planned out.”

“No.”

“How come?”

“Not sure. Guess . . .” Why hadn’t she?

“Skittish?”

“A bit.”

“Understandable.” Shane nudged her shoulder and lifted his hand, shaking a set of keys. “These are for you.”

“What are they?”

“They get you into your new place.”

“Ready to have me out of your hair.”

“Not hardly. Won’t have anyone to clean my place.” Shane grinned at her. “Seriously, I seen that you were not making plans and I wanted you to have a place to call your own. Consider it a gift.”

“Thank you.” She hugged him and kissed his cheek. “Guess it’s time for me to give you your place back to you. Sure you are going to have a huge parade of women coming and going since I’m out of your hair.”

“Hardly.” Shane chuckled. “Didn’t have any before you, won’t have any now.”

“You should.” She patted his cheek. “You are a handsome man and deserve a life full of happiness.”


“One day. Maybe.” He stepped back from her and gave her a small bow. “Take your leave my child.”

Monday, April 17, 2017

Phrase Flash Fiction – Free Quote


Hi,
Hope all had an amazing Easter. Mine was full of food and family time. Also snuck in some writing. Not sure where this week’s phrase comes from, but I hope the little bit of time I spent (and I do mean little) provided a bit of fun or entertainment for you all.

Remember let your imagination soar when you read,
Julia
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“Free Quote? Free Quote! Free Quote!”

I bit the furthest corner of my cheek as Eddie marched back and forth between the kitchen sink and stove. Five steps each way. Didn’t seem to bother him one bit. Would have me. Pacing required a large distance. Specially, when everything else was closed in on him.

“Charge in. Storm the gates. Man the ceiling. Hold the rifle.”

Hold the . . . Lord, have mercy. “Will you shut up.”

Eddie’s head whipped towards him, baring two sharp fangs. “How dare - -“

“How dare I what? Shut you up. Make you listen to your own foul words. Wake you up from the deep misery you have been living in for the last four hours.” Not that I could blame him for doing so. He’d watched his entire family be slaughtered by the Oxford family. “Or make you listen to your own stupid words. Do you really think hold the rifle fits in this situation?”

“I did - -“

“You did.”

“There is no way I said hold the rifle.”

“I think your exact words were, ‘Charge in. Storm the gates. Man the ceiling. Hold the rifle.’”

“Why would I say such stupidness?”

“Don’t know. Made about as much sense as Old Man Oxford calling me up and telling me it was time for me to place my free quote.” I’d yet to figure out what the old jackass was spouting on about. “Sure seemed to register with you. Care to fill me in.”

“He did not say that did he?” I nodded at Eddie. “My grandfather swore by the saying.”

“What saying?”

“Stupidest thing I’ve heard of.” Eddie brushed his hand across his mouth. “Old Man Oxford referred to the old battle phrase “Free Quote to the dead.”

“Never heard of it.”

“Me either until my grandfather swore that if you knew your death awaited you that you called the other leader and gave him headsup of sorts.”

“Heads up?”

“Yes. By Old Man Oxford relaying the message for you to place your free quote he is letting you know he expects to die at your hands, so he giving you permission to name a price on his head.”

“Price on his head? I do not want his head. For nothing. He did not dishonor me or my family. It is up to you to price his head. Not me.”

“Mine?” Eddie shook his head. “Oh, no. Not I.”


“Yes.”

Monday, April 10, 2017

Fast Forward


Hi,

This week’s flash fiction phrase came about while I was watching a show I missed on Demand. LOL. Funny where things to life at. Hope you enjoy this week’s post.

Remember let your imagination soar when you read.
Julia

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Ten . . . Nine . . . Eight . . . Seven . . . Six . . . Five . . . Four . . . Three . . . Two . . . One. Back to life. He opened his eyes, finding himself right where he had been when he began counting.

“Life sucks.” He kicked his shoes to the side and yanked his shirt over his head.

A flicker of light blue caught his eye. He moved to the side of the room he’d avoided for the last five months. Since the night Detective Joe Ringer, whose dark hair matched the darkness he brought to the doorstep of unexpecting lovers.

Kyle’s firehouse caught a late shift call. Dispatch had told his team it was a simple barbeque pit fire call that filtered over onto some grass. Dispatcher screwed the team from the get-go. The fire had been for an apartment building fire started by tenant building his own fire-pit for a child’s first birthday party. Fire spilled out onto the grass and quickly spread to the building, enlightening the bottom floor. Someone had stored a propane tank on his back porch. It blew, engulfing the entire back part of the apartment. By the time Kyle’s crew arrived five other buildings in the complex had caught fire. Kyle and his crew jumped into gear, pulling one right after another. The last time Kyle went into a building he never . . . That had brought Ringer to his doorstep dropping the worse news he could have brought to anyone.


He shook the horrific memory away as he fingered the neon blue set of beads him and Kyle had gotten on their last vacation together. A better time in life. One he wished he could rewind back to each morning instead of waking up to an empty bed, that send him fast forwarding to a bleak and barren life that had become his and would remain his until the day he took his last breath.

Monday, April 3, 2017

Photo Flash Fiction Scene

Hi,
This week I’m writing a scene based from this photo.




Hope you enjoy what comes from this unique photo.
Remember Let Your Imagination Soar when you read.
Julia
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Been a long time since the feeling had consumed my body. My arms lifted up, newly formed pups following like pros. Birds flocked to the ripples of warmth flowing from my body. The clouds formed a bottle of white puffy mist.

“Second time. Yes.”

Excitement increased the intensity of the flow of power rushing up my legs, arms, and out the tips of my hair. The dog’s breath brushed the tips of my fingers as the pull of the earth’s core roasted the grass around me.

“What . . . Shit.”

The voice sounded smile and far away, but I knew who had approached me before he arrived. Saul came rushing the minute he’d felt one of his followers pull on the coven’s power. There were few who could, and he hated when they did so. There would be hell for me, but showing him I could proved to him that he had competition for his seat among the coven.

Monday, March 27, 2017

Flash Fiction

Hi,
This week’s Flash Fiction Post is based more off an emotional state of mind. There is no real saying of inspiration. It simply is a free write that came to mind while sitting and watching TV. Hope you enjoy it and remember to let your imagination soar when you read.

Have a great week.
Julia

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Controlled. Manipulated. Those are the words that describes my life. Why? I would tell you to mind your own business, but . . . Sometimes discussing what bothers you is the best way to gain relief. Never better time than during a worldwide disaster. Least I was telling my deepest darkest secret to someone whose life was about to end.

“You think we will be found?”

I didn’t, which was why I considered spilling my guts to the man who had been pinned with me when the bomb hit our ten-story apartment complex.

“You don’t.”

Should I lie? No. Doing so is what landed me here in the first place.

“Why not?”

“Long story.”

“We’ve got time.”

One thing we did not have and it was my fault.

“Come on. Talking will distract me from this small death-trap.”

Might as well. “This is my fault.”

“How so?”

“I knew it was coming.”

“How?”


“Been planned since before I was born.”

Monday, March 20, 2017

Flash Fiction Phrase - Say What

Hi,
This week’s flash fiction phrase scene is one some of us say when we get ill, or someone is taking their sweet time admitting to something. Hope you guys enjoy this weeks scene.
Remember let your imagination soar when you read.
Julia
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Johnathan stood looking out the window, dreading what was to come. Only time his lover rambled on and one was when he had to say something undesirable. Wasn’t the first time Ray came home baring bad news. Both times included him sticking his dick somewhere it didn’t belong. Both time Ray promised it would never happen again.

Johnathan was tired of the lies. Tired of the decent. Tired of coming home after a long night of dancing at the club while his lover sat among the hoard of male patrons begging for a fleeting moment of his time.

“Are you listening?” Ray’s hand ran down his spine, making Johanthan’s skin crawl. “I promise I did nothing.”

Huh? Did nothing? What in the world had Ray said?

“Sweetheart, did you hear me?”

“No.” Johnathan stepped away from Ray’s roaming hand and glared out the window. “Did not want to hear you say it again.”

“Say what?”

“You know what.”

“I told you I did nothing.”

“Like I’m suppose to believe that.”

“You are. I threw the jerkwad out of the club and banned him.”

What? Why did Ray think such actions would help his case. “Don’t care what you did with your lover. I’m done with . . .” He waved his hand in the air.

“What? Why?”

“This is your third strike.”

“My what? Sweetheart, you are not making any sense.”

“Do I have to spell it out.” Johnathan spun and shoved Ray back into the small center island. “I will not tolerate you cheating on me.”

“I haven’t.”

“Twice.”

“Yes. I promised not to the last time and I meant. I have not been with anyone other than you.” Ray shook his head. “What does this have to do with me having to ban a jerk who yanked Tommy down from the stage.”

Huh? What was . . . “What?”

“You did not hear me, did you?” Ray made a step towards Johnathan, but he stepped back. “I told you I confronted the man, but he swung at me. The bouncers took him out and I banned him. He called the law on me, telling them I hit him.”

Shit. He’d thought . . .

“What made you think I cheated on you.”

“Your . . . voice.” Johnathan huffed. “You had that tone you used each time you came to me and admitted your betrayal.”

“Sweetheart, I know - -“

‘Save it.” Johnathan didn’t need to hear his excuses or more apologizes. He needed to be able to trust his lover. Clearly, he couldn’t. Clearly, the last time had done more damage to their relationship than Johnathan admitted to himself.

“Sweetheart, what do I have to do to show you I meant my promise.”

There was nothing he could do. It would take years to rebuild trust, if it was even possible. “I think . . .” No, he was sure there was nothing but time and a bit of separation that would help. Johnathan needed times to clear his head and evaluate his feelings for Ray. “You need to find you a place to stay.”

“No.” Ray rushed towards him. “Don’t give up on us.”

“I’m not. I need . . . space.”

“Please, don’t - -“


“Don’t. I need this. Find you a place to stay.” Johnathan steeped around Ray and headed to his bedroom.

Monday, March 13, 2017

Flash Fiction Scene Phrase – Where to go from here?


Hi,
Last week was difficult and full of decision for me, which is why I came up with this week’s Flash Fiction Phrase.

Where to go from here?

Have a great week and remember:
Let your imagination soar when you read.
Julia

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The door banged shut behind me, singingly the end. End of what? Me and Jack. My future. My life. Drastic thought, but what would anyone else thing after their ten-year lover cheated with their best friend. How could Joshua encroach on his man? Why? They were best friends since middle school.

A throat cleared behind him. “Robert.”

Jack’s tight tone was a dead giveaway of his state of mind. Sorry. There’d been many times over the last ten years he heard that tiny tone after Jack was late when he promised to be home from the office on time, or when he wrecked a car, or made a stupid ass comment. None of them felt false before.

“Robert, please let me explain.”

“Everything was clear.” How could it not have been. He’d caught Jack with his dick stuck up Joshua’s ass, while Joshua grunted, declaring his enjoyment.

“I’m not sure how it happened.”

“Don’t.”

“Please. It was a stupid, stupid, idiotic, one time mistake.”

He did not want to hear any excuse. It did not matter how many times, what did was that he could no longer trust Jack, or Joshua. Two men who’d been closer to him than anyone else. “Leave.”


Monday, March 6, 2017

Scene Flash Fiction Post

Hi,
Want to start off by apologizing for the sporadic posting lately. I’ve been sick and it took me longer than I liked to get the energy back. Today’s post might be later than normal, but the good thing is that it is here for you to enjoy.

Remember let your imagination soar when your read.
Julia
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I held my hand out to the extremely large, wolf like stray dog. The animal had brought a dead rabbit and dropped it at my feet, then laid down and bared his belly. With small movements I leaned over and rested my hand on his belly, rubbing up and down. The stray sighed and lulled his tongue to the side.
“Why do you keep bringing me rabbits?” I disliked killing of any kind of animal, wild or not. It’s why there were only veggies and beans in my house. If it did not come from the garden I did not eat it. “You can stop.” I stood and snagged the shovel from beside the swing. The dog was up and on his feet before I had chance to turn back around. He had the rabbit in his mouth and then darted off to the edge of the woods, like he did each time I went to remove his strange gift. Darn animal even took time to bury the animal.
Gravel crunched as the stray dog vanished from my line of sight. “Damn it.”
Why was he showing up? I pulled my phone from my pocket and dialed the number to the officer who had arrest Jamie five times for breaking the restraining order.
“Again?”
“Just pulled in.”
“On my way. Go in the house and lock the door.”

There were no other words exchanged, not even a goodbye. I did as instructed each time Jamie showed up and knew that Officer Kevin Reed would be here within a minute or two. Never knew how the man got here so fast, but he did.

Monday, February 20, 2017

Flash Fiction Re-Post


Hi,
Hope all had a wonderful week. Mine was busy and I had a few emails about me reposting the post from a few weeks ago. So, that is what I’m going to do. There will be a new flash fiction post next week. Hope those who desired to see this post again enjoy it.
Let your imagination soar when you read.
Julia

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“You telling me that wasn’t a dog.” Like she hadn’t known that when the beast attacked her. .Dang gum animal stood chest high and had teeth the size the Empire State building. Bit dramatic on.

“Why do you ask what you already know?” The graying haired man crossed his arms and stood taller. “I do not lie or tale fables. The animal that tore your to pieces last night was one of my wolves. He had no right to attack. He has been punished for his actions, but the problem has been created.”

“Alpha Timmons, I do not believe you mean that the way it sounds.”

She sure hoped not, because she was no problem. “You can just leave me be. I’ll be fine.”

“Miss . . .”

“Katie.”

“Miss Katie, what Mrs. Timmons meant was the attacker changed you into a werewolf. You are not a problem. Bit unexpected, but not a problem at all.”

“Definietly not.” Alpha Timmons moved a few inches closer. “It is my honor to be your alpha. I will ensure you have everything you need.”


Did these people think she bought their story one bit. She sure as heck didn’t. Her behind should have pulled her cell phone from her pocket and dialed 911. Nope. She didn’t. She let them keep going and going all because she knew the dang gum beast that attacked her was no dog. No matter what the police and emergency room said.

Friday, February 17, 2017

Book of Interest - Amaranthine Chronicles



Today you are in for a treat. I am hosting Tiffany Shand during her Amaranthine Chronicles Blog Tour.

It is a three-book urban fantasy series. The series includes Betrayed by Blood, Dar Revenge, The Final Battle. Take time to read the blurbs for each book and then go and get your copy.


Betrayed By Blood Blurb
In a city of lies and deception, only one thing stands between chaos and justice. For centuries, a band of outlaws called the Amaranthine has kept the peace in Ormere and hidden in plain sight whilst the Order of Sorcerers spreads their deadly magic among the city’s inhabitants.
After losing her fiancé in bust gone wrong, Amaranthine Agent Kaylan Avilion returns home to discover that Elijah didn’t die but instead was changed by the twisted guards of the Order, who seek to find a dangerous artefact tied to Kaylan’s past and the murder of her family. When her sister goes missing and a foe from their past remerges, Kaylan knows she must save Freya before she’s poisoned by the very people who took Elijah away from her. But how will Kaylan react when she learns Elijah’s secret and can they come together to stop the Order’s plan in time?



Blurb for Dark Revenge
Darkness is sweeping through the city of Ormere as unnatural creatures stalk through the streets. People are dying and time is running out as a new evil threatens to take control of everything. The Amaranthine Order has been decimated leaving only a few of its people left to fight the coming terror.
Stunned by her sister Freya’s betrayal and plot to take over the city, Kaylan must do everything she can to find out what Freya plans to do when she finds an infamous book linked to the murder of their family. A book considered so dangerous that the last High Lord erased its location from history, the Amaranthine Chronicles are said to contain the darkest of all magics.
Kaylan is happy to finally have her ex-fiancé, Elijah, back in her life but he’s not the man she once knew and loved. After being turned into a shapeshifter, Elijah struggles to control his inner beast and his lingering feelings for Kaylan.
Can Elijah and Kaylan come together to stop Freya and uncover the secrets of the book before it’s too late?


Blurb for The Final Battle
Darkness has claimed the city of Ormere and death has become a certainty for anyone stalking its empty streets. The government is in ruins and lawlessness ensues.
After their last encounter, Kaylan and Elijah barely managed to thwart her sister, Freya’s, latest attempts to find and use the elusive Amaranthine Chronicles. But in her desperation to receive ultimate power, Freya will stop at nothing to get what she wants. Even if it means destroying the last of her family.
Kaylan and Elijah must work on their fragile relationship and put their personal feelings aside to find the book and stop Freya before it’s too late. But with their allies growing thin, and a gang of ruthless shapeshifters close on their trail, will they finally find the book and stop Freya before time runs out? And will Kaylan have to make the ultimate sacrifice to save her city and the man she loves?


Thanks a bunch Tiffany Shand for allowing me to support you and your book. I can not wait to read the series.
Links for Tiffany Shand


Tiffany Shand was born in Essex, UK and started writing short stories when she was a child.
She has always done writing in one form or another and started writing novels in her early teens.
Tiffany loves to read books and discovered her love for fantasy and paranormal romance during this time.
She writes both non-fiction and fiction, but mostly fantasy and paranormal romance.
After doing a creative writing course in her early 20s she is now a freelance writer and professional proofreader. She is currently studying for a journalism degree.
Tiffany lives in Essex with her two spoiled cats and one very nutty hamster.
Find Tiffany on:
tiffanyshand.com
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