Flash Fiction Scene

Hi,

This past week I’ve spent lots of time getting back on track with my exercising, so of course the idea spilled into this week’s flash fiction. This week’s phrase flash fiction is, Exercise, Exercise, Exercise.

Hope you guy enjoy this week’s scene. Have a great week and remember:

Let your imagination soar when your read.

Julia

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What is wrong with my body? All I did for the last two weeks is hit the gym and there’s been no results whatsoever. I’ve put my body through hell to make myself look perfect for the upcoming pageant and it’s all been for nothing.

I slung the light purple evening gown to the side and threw my head back, screaming loud enough the window rattled. Stupid on my part, because it brought every one of my brothers running through the door in fight mode.

“Sis, what the . . .”

“What is wrong with you? You know . . .”

“Where is the damn fire?”

“Sorry, guys.” I glanced their way, taking note of how each one wore a tiny smile as they took in the disastourous room. How could they not be amused, my floor was littelred with discarded gowns and skimpy bathing suits. It looked like a fashion hurricane invade my room. Still, the little tilt of their lips had my anger spiking. “What the hell are you smirking at?”

“Nothing.” All three said in unison.

“What was that . . .” Of course my father showed up two wolf shakes later, like usually. The man would be late to his own death. “What happened to your room?”

His commanding tone sent me over the anger edge I’d been teetering on for the last hour. My hands flew to my hips and all three of my brothers took a large step to the left, placing their backs against the wall. They knew very well what my pose meant and they wanted no part of being in front of me when I blew up.

“What is wrong with my room? That’s what you ask me? As if you don’t know. It’s your damn fault my room is this way. You are the asswipe that signed me up for the werewolf Mrs. American Pageant. I’m not beauty queen. Never will be. Never wanted to be. You did this just so more men would see me and come asking for my hand in mating and I got news for you daddy wolf dearest, I’m not some prize. I’m the daughter of the eldest living Alpha and I have more strength than any she-wolf alive and I will choose who and when I mate. Not you. Not some oaf who thinks he knows best for me. We clear?”

Okay, the last part might have been wrong of me to say. My father was linnet with me on most things, but he drew the line at disrespect and I’d just give him a triple dose of it. Yelling in his face. Telling him what I would do and wouldn’t do. Worst was me blaming him for the state of my room.

No Flash Fiction Week

Hi,

Hope all had an amazing week. Mine was so busy that I didn’t get a chance to write a post for this week, so I'm just checking in to say there is progress being made on Book 3 of the Human-Skinned Wolves Series. It is in the first stage of edits; therefore, the release date of June is still a go. (If this changes for some reason I’ll make a post about it.)

Have an amazing week and remember,

Let your imagination soar when you read or write.

Julia

Flash Fiction Scene

Hi,

Hope everyone had an amazing Valentines Day. Today’s there’s no phrase or reason behind this flash fiction scene. It is a simply sit down and write what comes to my mind. Hope you guys enjoy and rambler:

Let your imagination soar when your read.

Julia

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“Do not do it.”

“Why not?” I picked up the crystal vase of roses that had been delivered to Rocky two hours after he left for work this morning. “You have no use for them. Do you?”

I bit my lip, waiting for him to tell me he did. Soon as he did, the vase would be flying at his head. We’d been together for ten years, loved filled years. He had no reason for another man to send him a dozen of roses. What a cliché, men don’t send flowers to a lover. Who had Rocky cheated on me with.

“Listen, baby - -“

“It’s baby is it?”

“Always has been. Always will be, baby.” Rocky moved closer, but was smart enough not to reach for me. “Caleb Thompson you are the only man I have ever loved. The only man I will love. You had my heart from the moment you asked where the back entrance was.”

That night was memorable for more than running into Rocky. He’d been chanced into the roughest bar in town by some bikers who were out to make a statement about their stance on homosexuality. I’d been in the wrong place at the wrong time. Literally.

“Those flowers mean nothing to me.”

“They why tell me to put them down.”

“I didn’t want to clean up a mess.”

“Huh?” What type of excuse was that? “Surely you can do better than that.”

“That was true. I’d rather make love to my man than clear up flowers that some asswipe who don’t know how to take the words, I’m in love with someone else as gospel.”

I had to admit, the reason behind his excuse was nice, which might be why I sat the vase down and grabbed his hand as I walked down the hallway towards our room.

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Update Post/Author Ramble

Hi,

This week I’m a bit lazy and didn’t write a scene for you guys, so you are getting an update on my progress on the next book.

As I stated at the end of last year my plan is to have Human-Skinned Wolves Book 3 published in June 2016. So, I’m hard at work on the revision. Taking me a bit longer than it should since the first 20 chapters I had completed was on the backup drive that got stole and dumb me hadn’t backed it up on the cloud yet. Taught me a lesson about failing to do so daily. Anyway, I’ve managed to get those redone, but that still leaves me half of the book to finish. Never fail though, I’m hard at work on them.

I’ve also got several other books free wrote and ready for revisions as well. I also hope to squeeze in some free writing after the April A – Z Blogging Challenge, which I’m hard at work on preparing in between my revisions.

Not to mention I’m squeezing in about 1-2 hours a day of exercise, minus Sundays, which is usually about 45 minutes of exercise. There’s no wonder I’m tired, but getting these books ready for my readers is relaxing and a wonderful experience for me, which is what keeps me pushing forward.

You guys have a great week and remember:

Let your imagination soar when you read.

Julia

Phrase Flash Fiction – The Last Straw

Hi,

Hope all had another amazing week. Mines been busy, but in productive ways. As you guys know I do the April A to Z Challenge each year and it’s time for me to start preparing for it, so I’d like some suggestions of what my followers might like to read about this coming April. If you have some ideas please share with me.

Now, onto this week’s flash fiction post. Had a harder time coming up with something this week, so I did it a bit different. Instead of picking a phrase and writing, I sat down and wrote, then chose the best fitting phrase to what I wrote. Hope you guys enjoy.

Have a great week.

Remember let your imagination soar when you read.

Julia

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Unedited Flash Fiction Scene

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Hot blazing flames licked their way across the ceiling and down the wall behind the foaming wild wolf standing on the other side of the living room. I should’ve been running and screaming form the house, but my body froze in place the moment David’s body became engulfed by a silver and red haze. The colors faded as quick as they appeared, but instead of David there was a waist high red dragon with silver streaks. The dragon’s tongue darted out, hitting the top of the ceiling, stating the fire working its way toward the wolf, who inched closer to the dragon with each passing second. The dragon that replaced David bumped into me, sending me stumbling back a couple of feet. A loud hiss and the toss of a head spurred me into motion. I darted for the backdoor, all but barreling over Rocky, my solid black cat. Rocky hissed at me and then flew into the house leaving behind a trial of black dust. A quick glance up showed that Rocky the cat was no longer a cat. He was a tall, dark haired man with a black and white stick looking object in his hand.

“Magic of the East Coast, I beckon you to cease the wild beast invading the Silver Hoard Dragon’s mate’s house.”

My head spun and my eyesight wavered as the raving mad wolf toppled over, the fire claiming my house faded away, leaving no scorch marks, and the way to small dragon shifted back into David. David took one step towards me and held his hand out, but I shook my head and stepped away from him. No way was him or Rocky, the cat/human coming near me.

“Please, let me help you.”

“No.” I snapped at David. “Get away from me and stay away.”

“Let me . . .”

“No.” I took two more steps back and tumbled down the three small porch steps. I never hit the ground, because David’s warm arms caught me. “Let me . . .”

The rest of the words died away when a large ass solid silver dragon landed in my backyard. That was the last straw for me, darkness consumed my mind.