Journey Series

Journey Series

Monday, October 26, 2015

NaNoWrMo is Upon Us


This weeks post is more of an update post. Sorry, didn’t have time to write a flash fiction scene this week. Will have one next week for you.

NaNoWrMo starts Sunday, November 1, 2015. Hope all who love to write are pledging to write 50,000 words during the month of November. I am. I managed to fulfill my pledge last year and am looking forward to doing so this year.

I not only find it relaxing to know that I have a reason to slack from the extra house keeping or shy away from the Thanksgiving hula-bulla, but it also allows me to get out and meet knew people thanks to the write-in session that are setup by different people in our area.

So, I encourage any one who loves to sit down and write to take up the NaNoWrMo challenge. If you are interest in finding out more about it then visit:

Hope to see all of you guys on the winning side challenge on November. 30.

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


Monday, October 19, 2015

Phrase Flash Fiction Scene - Time’s Up.

This week’s post is a intriguing to me. It shows just how a tight spot can be changed before the one in it even knows. Hope you all enjoy this Phrase Flash Fiction.

Let your imagination soar when you read.

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This insinuates M/M content.
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Kane didn’t know what to do; it’d been ten years since he left Fallen Heights. He wouldn’t have came back for another two years if his father hadn’t passed away, leaving him a mess to clean up. The junk man of Fallen Heights owned twenty acres of land full of . . . just what his nickname insinuated. He might have hated the shit his father collected and despised his old man’s beliefs, but he never stopped caring about Fallen Heights. More specifically, Zander Wolf.

Zander had been eight years old when his family transferred from Loganvile Pack to Fallenvile Pack. Kane had known the day the shaggy, curly red haired young boy stood on the pack entrance stage that the man would be his on his twentieth birthday. He’d gone straight to his Pack Alpha Wayne and told him. The two of them had made their way over to Mr. Wolf’s house right after the meeting ended.

Pack Alpha Wayne spared no time getting down to business when Mr. Wolf invited them to sit around the kitchen table. Kane remembered each of the ten scratches on the rickety old brown kitchen table. How could he not, it was where his entire life came to a crashing halt. Mr. Wolf hadn’t been pleased about Zander going to the Pack Alpha and announcing that he was Zander’s true life mate. True life mats could be found at any time and age, but a wolf shifter under the age of fifteen won’t recognize the other until after he’s fifteen when their hormones begins to come to life. In cases like Kane’s the wolf law is clear. A clear state of intention must be made to the Alpha and the Alpha must take the intention to the parent of the younger half of the mated pair. That ensures that at the older half is kept aware of any possible issues about his or her other half. Or that’s the case most of the time.

Most parents are thrilled about their child finding their mate so young, because true mates are rarely found. Mr. Wolf hadn’t been. In fact, Mr. Wolf enacted a clause that had not been used in the Fallenvile Pack in over two centuries, The Backpedal.

The Backpedal means that the Pack Alpha must ensure that the older half of the mated pair and the younger half of the pair remains separated until the age of twenty, which is the legal adult age among wolf shifters. It’s not an easy job for a Pack Alpha or the older mated half. There is my-near no possible way for an Alpha to guarantee the two pack members won’t run into one another, unless he sends the older pack member away. The older half will be miserable not being able to watch over his other half.

By the end of the night that Kane had met the one his entire life would revolve around he had agreed to go and stay with a pack who agreed to shelter him until Zander turned twenty. Kane had gotten his Alpha to agree to keep him updated on Zander. The Alpha had, it helped Kane, but his life had been miserable. Needless to say when he got the call about his dad’s passing he’d been a bit surprised that the Alpha requested he come home and handle his father’s estate in person.

“Place changed a lot?” Alpha said from behind him.

Kane hadn’t even heard or smelt his Alpha approach. “No, sir. Junk pretty much remained junk.” He chuckled and spun around, gaping at what . . . no who he saw standing beside the Alpha.

Kane couldn’t say anything else, all he could do was stare at the young man standing to the left of the Alpha. How could he not, the once curly red headed boy had grown into a taller, broad shoulder, long, curly haired sex on a stick god.

“Nice to meet you, finally.” Zander walked forward and offered him his hand.

Kane stared at the hand, wanting nothing more than to take it and yank the man into his arms, but if he did then he’d break the clause his father had enacted. Hell, by him standing in front of him he did so. It gave Zander’s father a reason to ask for his death.

“It’s fine, Kane.”

He shifted his gaze to the Alpha and shook his head. “What is going on? Why did you bring him here when you know . . .”

“My father no longer has control of me.” Zander lowered his hand and pulled a envelope from his back pocket. “Read it for yourself.”

Kane took the piece of paper and by the last sentence of the legal document he’d fallen to his knees. It was too good to be true. His mate had been declared a legal adult by the Head Shifter Council, meaning Zander could chose his true life mate whenever he wanted.

“I’ve known about you all these years.”


“Eavesdropped on dad’s conversation with you and the Alpha.”

Kane chuckled at the image of little curly boy pressing his back against the hallway way, struggling to stay out of sight on the big bad adults.


“Two weeks after my eighteen birthday. Went to the Alpha the day of my birthday and we mailed the request into the council that night.”

Kane read the legal document again, not quiet believing what he was seeing or hearing. Oh, he knew it was true, but it felt like a dream.

“See why I tried to convince you to come see your father before he passed.” The Alpha moved to his side and patted his shoulder. “Time is up. You can come back to your home.”

There were lots he could’ve asked his Alpha right then, but none of it matter anymore. He’d come home and knew the truth, but did his other half long for him like it seemed like.

Kane looked up at Zander and said, “Is that what you want?” As much as it would hurt him, if his other half didn’t want him to come and claim him then he’d be requesting to head back to his temporary pack.

“I think it is long overdue.”

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Monday, October 12, 2015

Phrase Scene - Jungle Bunny

Okay, this weeks phrase sort of just came to me while I was staring at a stuff animal my dad got me earlier in the year. It was a zebra stripe bear wearing a red shirt that says Jungle Boogie. Cutest little stuffy I’ve seen in years. (Child at heart here.) Anyway, I was sitting there trying to think about his blog post and wham Jungle Bunny.

Hope you enjoy the unedited phrase scene this week. And remember:
Let your imagination soar when you read.


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Couch was going to be my best friend for a couple of whined down hours. Work had been brutal. Five fights broke out that I had to intervene in. Drunks can be either the meanest or the wimpiest. There is no in-between with them.

I stirred the soup I’d heated up and pulled down a bowl, being as quiet as I could so I didn’t wake Rebecca. She had an early shift at the hospital and would have to be up in two hours. We both work so hard to keep money coming in, which is necessary, but it sucks as well. We see little of each other and I missed our date nights.

I stumbled through the dark hallway and into the low lit living room. Step over Rebecca’s white nursing shoes and spot the bundle of blankets piled up on the couch. I groaned, hating that I’d have to fold them before I could sit down. I sat my bowl down and reached for the tiger print blanket that was my favorite and it moved.

A second and closer looks showed the top of a head with black hair. Rebecca. I stood back and stared down at my little Jungle Bunny and sighed at the contentment the sight of her filled me with. My reason for each breath I took each day, the fights I put up with, the alone time I find myself hating, was all for her, my little Jungle Bunny.

“Hey,” her half sleep filled voice had my dick stirring.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you.”

“It’s fine. I was waiting up for you.”

“Jungle Bunny, you shouldn’t have.”

“I always should. You are awake for me each time I come home from work. You have me nice hot meal ready and make sure my lunch is packed. Only fair I return the favor as often as I can.”

“No need, Jungle Bunny.”

“I know, but I want to when I can. I just,” she sighed, “must have been more tired than I realized.”

I leaned over and kissed her cheek. “Go get in bed and sleep the next two hours.”

She pulled her feet up, making sure to keep the blanket over them. “Join me while you eat and brush off the work night.”

There was no refusing her, about anything. She had my number and knew that I would always do as she asked, as long as it wouldn’t hurt her. Me sitting and relaxing while she rest near me wouldn’t, so I sat and let her lay her feet across me. She reached to the coffee table and picked up my soup.

“Eat, baby.”

I took the soup, smiled and said the three words that fit, but didn’t say enough to her. “I love you.”

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Monday, October 5, 2015

Phrase Flash Fiction – Stronger than you seem

This week I chose a phrase I’ve been using since I started eating and living healthier. I hope this scene is enjoyable to you.

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

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Remember these scenes are unedited.
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I felt it. I heard it. I saw it. Whatever it was. No way to miss it.

The air ripples with horizontal rain cold enough to freeze soon as it touched anything, warm, hot, or cool. Doesn’t matter to the abnormal weather. Huge purplish circles spaced equally apart are spread across the sky, blocking the sun from touching the spring grass. Flowing from the circles are what sounds like metal clanking against metal and an ear-shattering scream which is followed up by a whistle shrilling.

Even weirder than all that is the way the people around me is reacting. The toddler are screaming and clinging to their mothers, who are staring up at the sky, refusing to move. The grade school age kids are sitting around the twiddling their thumbs, literally. The teenagers are raiding any car or building they see. The adult males are fighting amongst one another.

A straight out scene from one of those movies where the world is facing a natural disaster or an alien invasion, and has gone to hell.

I look around hoping to spot someone not affected by the insanity plaguing earth right then. There was . . . “Ah, another not affected.”

I ran through the hoard of people, dodging a fist or two and jumping over children sitting on the ground.

“Hey, hey, you over there.” I shouted twice and the guy finally spun towards me.

“Thank god. Someone else actually function like a human.”

“You know what is going on?”

“No. Radio’s dead.” He held up a portable radio. “Cell’s aren’t working, either.”

“Seen anyone else?”

“No.” He held his hand out. “Name’s Alexander.”

“Jack. I’d like to say nice to meet you, but . . . well it is, but just not because of this.” I waved my hand around me. “What you thinks going on?”

“No clue, but sure makes me wonder why we aren’t acting like them.”

“Because,” a dark haired man materialized from thin air between us, making both of us jumped back. “Because you are stronger than you seem.”

I stood there staring the three hands the man twirled around as he spoke. Okay, the scene around me just jackknifed more into the unrealistic realm than a movie realm.

“What’s that mean?” Alexander propped is hands on his hips.

He asked a good question, but there was nothing in the crazy ass world that would have made me interact with the creature standing in front of me. Not only did he have three hands, he also had two visible blades strapped around his waist. I was sure he had at least one ore over his shoulder and maybe even one on his back. He wasn’t someone you messed with.

“Means what it means. And apparently . . .” The man’s eyes shifted to me. “Only one of you are smarter than I thought.”

Wasn’t sure if he meant Alexander, or me but I wasn’t going to ask either. If he wanted me to know then he’d tell me. Until then, my lips remained shut and I watched and gathered all that I could.

Thursday, October 1, 2015

Warlord Demise Release

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Warlord Demise

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.