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Monday, September 28, 2015

Flash Fiction Phrase Scene – Diamonds Are A Girls Best Friend

Hi,

Hope all are enjoying the cooler weather. Rained here all weekend, but last week there was nice days to open the windows.

This weeks’ phrase isn’t really unique, but the scene I wrote for it is a bit unusual for my writing style. Hope you all enjoy it and remember:

Let your imagination soar when your read.
Julia

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“Charlie! We have to go. Now!”

Danna couldn’t believe she’d gotten herself into such a predicament. Charlie, the Mayor’s daughter swore no one was home. Why had she listened to her? The girl was a class A liar with daddy issues.

Sirens blared as the police rushed to silence the alarm. Her ass was grass if she got caught and charged with breaking and entering. There might be two doing the crime, but only one would get pinched for it.

“Stop tugging on my arm. They’re not coming here. I set the alarm off a block away.”

Like she was gong to believe that. “Either get your ass a moving, or I’m leaving.”

“Such a baby.” Charlie snatched up a piled of cash from the safe. “Here, this’ll ease your nerves.”

She looked down at the stack of hundreds paper bound together. Sure was more than she’d ever seen in her life. Wasn’t worth going to jail over.

“I’m leaving, coming?”

“Not until I have what I came for.”

“Charlie, you’ve got a shit load of money, you don’t even need. What else do you want?”

The sirens were getting louder and louder. Reds and blues flashed from the main road, but instead of two wheeling into the driveway of the second biggest mansion in town they barreled by it.

“Told you. Have a bit of faith in me.” Half of Charlie’s arm disappeared into the six-foot high safe. “There’s the beauty.”

Donna stared at the rock Charlie held in front of her.

“This is worth more than either of us could spend.”

Donna stared stunned as Charlie stuffed the chunk of expensive rock into a black velvet bag she pulled from her pocket.

“Now, we can go.”

We left the way we came in and headed back to her car. Entire trip back all Donna thought of was, ‘Diamonds Are a Girls Best Friend’.

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Monday, September 21, 2015

Phrase Flash Fictions Scene ‘Braver Than You Look’


Hi,

Hope all are ready to start a new week. If not then maybe this little flash fiction scene will soothe your way into it.

Hope you enjoy and remember:
Let your imagination soar when you read.

Julia

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Gavin’s foot bounced faster with each passing second. He had no idea what was going on behind those thick, dark oak doors. They’d always scared the shit out of him. Not doors, but was behind them.

His dad. The biggest. The baddest. Highest ranking Alpha among every wolf shifter in the world. He held the fate of everyone under him, including the future leader, his always screwing up son. A year ago Gavin could’ve put his latest stunt down as being a senior in high school. Not any longer. He might be in college, but that wouldn’t matter to his dad. Not one bit, because as of three months ago he’d begun training to take over for his dad, who longed to pass the throne to him so he could spend the rest of his life with his mate.

The door didn’t groan or creek, it flew wide open in one swift solid move and the doorway was filled with his father’s broad shoulders.

“Son, come in.”

The even-tempered, calm tone didn’t bode well for Gavin. Or it hadn’t in the past. He stood up tall and walked with an air of confidence that he lacked.

“Take a seat.”

Gavin wasn’t about to do something as stupid as sit first. Protocols among the wolves were the highest ranking sat before the peons. And he was still a peon, so he stood in front of the tall back chair in front of his father’s seat.

“You do know how to behave.”

Gavin didn’t rise to his father’s bait. He might have fucked up, by sleeping with Rave Carter last night, but he wasn’t stupid enough to breach protocol when if front of his Alpha.

“Do you know why you are here?” Ice clinked as his father dropped two pieced into a tumbler.

“Yes, Alpha.”

“Tell me?” The light pop sound of the stopped being removed filled the eerie quiet room.

“Rave Cater and I was caught in a compromising position by his father, Second Alpha to the Haven Ridge Pack.”

Gavin wasn’t fearful of his dad’s reaction about his son sleeping with a male. His father had known his sexual preference since he turned fifteen. What he would mind is having the second highest-ranking Alpha calling him at four o’clock in the morning to tell him what his son had been up to.

“What were you thinking?”

“Giving Rave a night to remember.”

 Shit. Had he really just smarted off? Gavin’s tensed and started to take a deep breath, but caught himself before he showed that slightest sign of nervousness. His father would catch any sign of weakness and there was nothing his father despised worse than weakness.

“Did you succeed in your goal?”

The question stunned Gavin. Any other time such a smartass remark would’ve earned him a stout lecture about how important image was for him.

“Answer me.”

“Uh . . . Yes . . . I did until his father busted into the room.”

“Hm. And why did his father barge into his room?”

Not a question Gavin wanted to answer. There was no way to do so without sounding rude or brass.

“Answer.”

“Rave can be a bit noisy.”

Laughter flowed around the room like a sucker punch out of nowhere. Before Gavin thought about it he spun around and faced his father. The huge grin and his father holding his mid-section as deep, shoulder racking chuckled left his mouth was a strange site. Gavin was sure his mouth dropped to the floor.

“Son, shut your mouth and take a seat.”

Protocol left his mind the moment his dad called him son and he flopped into the chair. He wasn’t there in an official mode if his father addressed him so informally.

“You’re not pissed?”

“No, but watch your mouth.”

“Sorry.” Gavin ran a hand over his face. “Then why did you call me to your office.”

“I might not be angry, but I still have to look into the complaint the Haven Ridge Alpha filed over the situation. He was a bit ticked. I think it more like unsettled about his son’s sex life.”

Gavin bet he was. Rave was deep in the closet. They usually didn’t meet at Rave’s house, but his parents were out of town.

“Son, did you not know Rave’s father’s stance on same sex?”

“Yes, which is why we normally don’t meet at Rave’s house.”

“Then why did you guys?”

“His parents left for vacation last night.”

“I see. Rave wasn’t alerted to the incident among three of the Haven Ridge pace?”

“Not that I’m aware of. But why would he be.”

“He’s next in line.”

“No he’s not. His father chose to Skip Heir clause.” A rarely used loophole where an Alpha can chose to skip his eldest son to take his place, because he fears his son isn’t strong enough.

“I see.”

The small frown lines marring his father’s face spoke louder than words could have. His father hadn’t known this and most likely didn’t like that his son did.

“Explains a few things.”

“What?”

“How close are you and Rave?”

“Extremely.”

“What’s that mean?” His father took the seat behind his desk, propping his elbows on the desk.

“He’s mine.” Gavin regretted the little growl that left him before his father’s eyebrow rose to his forehead. “Sorry, Alpha.”

“Then why has it not been announced?”

“Rave was working up the courage to tell his father. He feared his father’s reaction.” With good reason. “I kept telling him he was braver than he looked, but . . .”

“Guess he got the courage to go a step further.”

Gavin didn’t like the sound of that. Rave could go a bit wild if he was pushed to far. And he’d been embarrassed last night after his father cursed him and spouted off about how he’d be contacting the main Alpha to take care of the lousy SOB that defiled his son. The man had been so worked up he didn’t even pay attention to who his son was with.

“What is going on, dad?”

“Rave challenged his father.”

Oh fuck! “NO! He can’t. I won’t allow my man to fight that bastard.”

“Son,” his father was on his feet and around the desk, “calm down. You know I can’t stop the fight. Neither can you, since you’ve not openly claimed him as yours.”

“Fuck! Fuck! What’s Rave’s chances?”

Gavin knew they were slim. Rave was a small man, who despised fighting. Hell, the man hated to kill during the wolf hunt.

“Believe it or not, pretty good.”

“Huh?” Gavin’s head shot up. “What’s that mean?”

“You’ve never seen your man fight have you?”

“No. He hates violence.”

“True, but he’s stronger than his father.”

That’s why his father had been shocked Rave had been skipped. “You sure about this?”

“Positive. I watched the heir challenges three years and he was the winner.”

“When’s the fight?”

“Two hours. Want to watch with me?”

Boy did he. For more than one reason.

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Wednesday, September 16, 2015

Tuesday, September 15, 2015

Release Annoucement

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Trevor, like most tiger shifters, preferred a solitude life. He might have taken it a bit far and became a recluse, or so his friend Darren said. It’s why he found himself sitting in a small mom and pop style diner, staring at the one person who could complete him and his tiger.

Ro Chamber thought her life had sucked for the last four years, but in the end-run she’d been wrong. Her life had only began the day Joel, a coworker, wrangled her way into an entire weekend off, meaning Ro had to leave her four year old sister with her unstable mother.


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Monday, September 14, 2015

Phrase Flash Fiction Scene


Hope all had an amazing Labor Day (Yeah, I’m a bit late saying it.). I sure did, spent the entire day writing and editing. No better way than to let my imagination soar wild while I’m hard at work creating another wonderful entertaining story.

Now, onto this week’s phrase scene. Not sure why I chose the phrase Fade to Black, but I think it fits the scene in more than one-way. At least in my mind it does. I can also see a few other phrases that could’ve inspired such a scene. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this week’s post and remember:

Let your imagination soar when you read.
Julia


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Time stood still. Literally.

The world around him had come to halting crash. Cars frozen in the middle of the asphalt roads. Children’s beach balls hung in mid-air. Parents racing after their children stopped in mid-step. Water from the parks cement pond was suspended in air. It was a beautiful sight to see, even if it scared the living shit out Jacob.

“This was all created for you.”

The same deep dark male voice that had plagued his dreams for the last ten years of his life flowed around the stale, motionless world.

“Who are you? What do you want? Where are you? Answer me, now.”

Okay, might have been easier for the mysterious voice to do so if one question, instead of three, had been tossed his way

“Answers in due time, first you need to have your mind opened.”

His what? What the hell did that mean? Before Jacob could slam a few more inquires at the strange voice, his mind filled with a burning, stinging, stabbing pain.

“Fuck!” Jacob’s hand flew to his head and his knees buckled. “What are you doing?”

“Relax, go with it and all will be revealed.”

Jacob struggled to remain on his feet, but ended up in heap on the dark green patch of park grass. He searched for something to push himself up, but his surrounding had faded to black. Jacob would like to say he wasn’t scared, but he couldn’t. He hated the dark, always had since a robber broke in during the middle of the knife and killed his mom and dad. He’d spent years feeling guilty about being left alive. The cops and councils swore he’d been a lucky little boy, but he hadn’t seen it that way.

All he saw was he’d been left to fend for himself in a world without relatives. Both of his parents had been only children and no living parents. In-fact, from what little he’d been able to dig up on his parents since he aged out of foster care there was little known about his parents.

“Stop it! Stop whatever . . .” The searing, eye shattering, pain increased brining a huge ball of yellow light. Images flashing through his mind like an old-style movie reel disrupted the glow.

His father sitting on a royal blue chair wearing a gold, five pointed crown, with his mother sitting beside him in a lavender straight-line strapless dress. His parents looking through a circle window as red firework style flames flared to life thousands of feet from them. Silver and gray streaks sailing away from them as the bright flares grew smaller and smaller. Tears stained his mother’s cheeks as she kissed his father, before they both climbed into some kind of cylinder shape container. The lids closed them in darkness and then his mind went blank for a moment, only to reveal his parents climbing from the oval shape contraption and looking over what resembled the Grand Canyon.

His childhood home had been miles from the canyon; they’d taken multiple trips to the tourist attraction. His parents always wore this gooey-eyed expression when they looked over the edges. The reeling images faded to one steady picture of his parents holding a small child, him. Both smiled at him, but his dad traced the three-triangle birthmark on his left shoulder.

The pain ceased as his mind’s eye zoomed in on the small birthmark. The strange shape had always intrigued Jacob, but he’d viewed it as what he was told it was, a birthmark. Something inside him thought different now.

“You see you are not an ordinary orphan. You are not even a typical Tri-Tri-Tri orphan. You are the heir to the Tri-Tri-Tri people. And it is time your returned to your homeland and take your rightful spot.”

Whoever was speaking to him was out of their fucking mind. There was no . . .

“Shit.”

He’d seen his parents fleeing a fire, but they’d been inside some funky oval flying machine. There’d been no ground behind them, only a trail of . . .

“Damn.”

It couldn’t be true; there were no other . . .

“What am I?”


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