Journey Series

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Monday, November 30, 2015

Flash Fiction Scene - Chaos Rules


Hope all have recovered from the overeating and the Black Friday mad house. I sure manage to avoid the overeating and refused to go anywhere besides the grocery store. Figured it wouldn’t be so bad. Then there was the small fact that I was under the weather. Yuck! Never fun to be sick on or around a holiday. Oh well, part of life, so let’s get on with this week’s post.

Got a few announcements before I get onto the Flash Fiction post for this week.

1)      I completed the NaNoWrMo challenge of 50,000 words in one. (Yeah, I know the month isn’t over yet.) I managed to complete it in 20 days and wrote a 74,000 plus word free write. No idea when I’ll get to revising it so I can publish. Got several others in edit mode and one in revision mode already. 

2)      I’ll be releasing the blog story I wrote this past April for A to Z Blogging Challenge. I’ve edited it up and added a bit more to the story. Nothing major, just minor stuff to enhance the flow and vibrancy of the story line. My goal is to release it in mid-January 2016.
3)      I’m also working on seeing which story I will be releasing next year. I’ll make a post like I did at the end of last year, but as usual, whatever I come up could change at given moment.

Now, onto this week’s Flash Fiction Scene. This week I chose a saying that for me, pretty much describes my writing desk. Chaos Rules.

Hope you enjoy and remember,
Let Your Imagination Soar When You Read.

* * * Note this are unedited. * * *

The desk banged the wall when I slammed my head down. What was wrong with me? I knew where the paper was. I always did.

“Ray, you okay?”

I let the wood scrap my head as I shook it at Thomas, the one true friend I’d had my entire life. He’d stuck by me through the failed marriage, which ended because of me and my inability to admit to myself that I was gay. He’d helped me crawl out of the bottle when Craig up and left, taking all my money with him. He’d kept me from losing my job, which I would be facing again if I did not find last month’s expense report.

“What’s wrong?”

I jerked my head away from the desk and glared at it. Too bad the lifeless object had no clue I was ready to strangle it.

“Sure the desk isn’t the problem. So, what is?”

“What’s wrong with the picture in front of you?” I snapped and pushed away from the desk.

“Besides you looking as if your life ended for a third time?”


“Not . . .” Thomas’s took a step closer to the desk and tilted his head from side-to-side. “You get fired?”

“Not yet.”

“Huh?” Thomas tugged the extra chair in my cubicle up to my side. “Then why’d you clean your desk.”


Thomas knew me well enough to know that I didn’t function if my life wasn’t in disarray. Chaos ruled my life, which is what kept me stable. When thing started flowing normal, or what others consider the norm, I fall to pieces. More like back to the bottle of booze.

“Who did?”

“Not sure, but they lost some important papers. If I can’t locate them then . . .”

“Okay,” Thomas laid a hand on my shoulder. “Take a few deep breaths for me and I’ll see if I can locate where the papers got shifted to.”

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Monday, November 23, 2015

Flash Fiction Phrase - Take A Tou


This week’s flash fiction has an unusual phrase, but . . . I wanted to see where I could take it. Hope you enjoy wherever my imagination takes me with TAKE A TOUR.

Remember let your imagination soar when your read.


* * Note: These Flash Fiction Phrases are unedited. * * *

Bambi sat at the table, looking around at the new group of new meat that sauntered in as if they owned the town. Little did they know she ran the entire town and the four surrounding ones. She’d worked hard to gain the upper hand in what most called the Pentagon Area. The name itself helped keep away the strangling humans. Did draw in some unsavory witches, but they were quickly dispatched with one quick tour of the town.

“Two shots please.” Dark hair, rich voiced man slapped a twenty on the bar top.

“Not how we order around here.” Edward, her second in command, and tallest bear shifter within twenty counties, said.

“Excuse me?”

Bambi climbed down from her stool and slipped behind the bar. Most people, or the outsider, ignored her, more like they dismiss her after one curious look. Downfall of being five feet tall. She might be short, but she’d been taken people taller than her down since she was in fourth graded.

“You heard me.” Edward leaned back against the shelf and crossed his arms.

“Think you best check that attitude and fix my whisky.”

“I,” Bambi moved to Edward’s side, “think you best examined whose area you and your bamboos walked into.”

“Who the hell are you, half-pint?”

The patroons gasped, stood, and began moving the middle tables to the side. Everyone in her establishment knew what she’d do at being called something so vile. Vile might be a strong word to most, but to her it was worse than being called a bitch in heat. Which she became once a month when the moon was full. Her wolf loved to flaunt it’s rear-end to all the available men then.

“Pussy cat,” the hiss from the man and his five other goons, who had joined his side, didn’t surprise Bambi. “You’ve got about two seconds before my little half-pint, wolf ass leaps over this bar and eliminates your raunchy, male ass.” Bambi scratched her chin. “Then again, I might just cut your tiny dick off and eat it.”

“Who the f you think you are?”

“Done answered that. Times up.”

Bambi leapt over the counter and slammed into his chest, sending him sprawling. She gripped him by the neck, threw her head back, howling her challenge. The guys with him back up, knowing they could no longer intervene if their friend fell in over his head, which he was.

The members of her mixed shifter group began swarming to the other side, with Edward leading them. Bambi saw him smile at the other guys and mouth, “Should’ve take a tour of our humble towns before entering the Pentagon.”

Monday, November 16, 2015



Sorry, there is not a post today. Between my MAC going down and working hard on a my free write I've not been able to write anything for today.

Promise there will be another post starting next week.

Remember let your imagination soar when you read or write.

Monday, November 9, 2015

Word Phrase Flash Fiction: Wrong Place, Wrong Time


This week’s (and the next three post) will be short and rushed. Sorry, but it’s NaNoWrMo and my mind is deadest on meeting the 50,000 word challenge. (Doubt it’ll be much of a problem. Have a wonderful story going. Still, never know where a character might take you or when he/she may stall.) Anyway, hope you guys enjoy this week’s word phrase scene.

Remember let your imagination soar when you read.


* * *
I couldn’t believe it. Across the street, sitting at the one spot I have no access to, was the one. Boy was she. Long, curly red hair, which clung to her angular cheeks, fighting against the wind rushing around the small island like town that Roger recently began calling home. Just another reason he couldn’t believe the one sat less that a football field away from him.

What was he suppose to do? Ignore her until his job was done with? There’d be no doing that. The lurking seventh realm demon, who believed he owned the world simply because his father was the great and mighty Lucifer, wouldn’t allow such. Yet, Roger had a job to do and if he failed at it then his father would ensure he never set another foot in the earth realm again.


Roger bit back the sigh at the scratchy, deep voice that belonged to the non-visible version of his father.

“Father, my time isn’t up.”

“No, it’s not.”

Roger could imagine his father staring at his wrist, debating whether or not to point out just how little time his son had left.

“Just thought I might need to pay you a visit and remind you that if your job isn’t completed by sundown tonight you will be pulled back to your realm to lead that group of people.”

Roger didn’t need that reminder. Him and his six other brothers had all struck a deal with their father. So far, none had managed to complete their earthly task and Roger wouldn’t be the next one to fail. There was no way he wanted to spend the next two millenniums leading the worst demons buried away in a dark, dingy, musky realm. Would’ve been different if his father had been willing to allow all eight of his children to rule the earth realm. Nope, his father had viewed it as the weakest realm; therefore it belonged to his only daughter.

“Might as well admit defeat and come take your position of power.”

“Not lost yet.” Roger tugged his shirt down and then marched toward the boarded up gas station that sat beside the busy restaurant that safely tucked his one away. Soon as he eliminated Big Bad Rex Titan Mountain he would have access to the entire earth realm, just like his sister did. Then he could approach his one. Until that task was done, meeting the woman he was to ravish for the rest of his life was simply in the wrong place at the wrong time.

A fact he would soon rectify.

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Monday, November 2, 2015

Phrase Scene – Taken Back


NaNoWrMo started yesterday so what a better way to kick the second day off than with a free written, non-edited phrase scene. Hope you enjoy this weeks. I sure loved writing it. In fact, I might end up incorporating this into a book at some point. I love the action in this scene.

Enjoy and remember:
Let your imagination soar when your read.


* * *

Raven threw his father’s office door open, slamming it into the wall. His father lunged to his feet, snarling.

“Son, what the hell?”

“Do not ask me that?”

“I believe I will. You barge in here in some kind of fit.”

“Where is he?”


His dad had retaken his seat and leaned back as he had no care in the world. The man didn’t. He had men who did his dirty work. Each problem that arose provided some low life a new job. Raven had never partaken in his father’s criminal lifestyle, which had been how his father had wanted it. His mom had made one request of her husband; keep their children out of his mobster style life.

“Do not play coy with me, old man.”

“Watch that tone of yours.”

“I’m not scared of you. Where the heck is Donavan?”

“Lord.” His father rolled his eyes. “Not my fault if you can’t keep up with your side toy.”

“He’s not a side toy. He’s my husband and I want to know what you did with him.”

“First, men don’t marry men. Second, men don’t love men. Third, I know he’s off bounds, so why are you here accusing me of something I would never do.”

Raven hadn’t thought his father would ever break his word, but two months ago he’d proven just how low he could stoop. William Calvin Thurman Senior had deemed it wise to inform the world that his middle son would be marrying some socialite from New York, even though his son had legally married his partner of ten years the moment the law legalized gay marriage. Jason had found out before Raven had. There love was solid, but such news, mixed in with knowing how persistent William Thurman Senior was, had Jason trucking it back to Texas on the first flight.

“Where is he father?”

“I do not have Jason. If he’s gone then someone . . .”

A deep cough had Raven spinning around to face his eldest brother, who had even less to do with the Thurman family than Raven did. “What are you doing here?”

“Same as you I would say, but I know a bit more than you do.”

Junior tossed him a disk. “Received this thirty minutes ago. Use dad’s computer and watch it.”

“What is it, Junior?” Raven’s father waved to his seat.

“The Rancho Gang decided it was time for payback for your buyout.”

“I’ll fucking kill them.” Raven flipped the desk over and lunged at his father. “If they hurt Jason or Rebecca you will not live to see the sun tomorrow. We clear?”

“Damn, little brother.” Junior’s words broke thru his anger fog. “You are more like the old man than I even thought.”

“Raven,” his dad held his hands up and took a step back, “calm yourself. I’ll get them both back.”

Two of the security guards came in and looked the room over. “Sir, you okay?”

“Yes. A family issue is all.”

Raven had enough standing around he dug through the pile of papers and found his father’s address book and flipped through a few pages. He ripped out the one he needed and stormed out of his office.

“Son, where you going.”

“To take them back.”

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