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Monday, May 30, 2016

Flash Fiction Scene – Peaceful World

Hope all had an amazing week. If you got in any reading time then I hope it allowed you enough of a free mindset that you imagination could take you into a peaceful world. This line of thought is what led to this week’s post.
Hope you enjoy and remember:
Let your imagination soar when you read.

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The high-noon sun glistened off the sheets of metal spread over the dark brown grass, which had been starved for water and light for over ten years. Rivers of life giving blood had soaked into the ground after each hard fought battle between us mere humans and Rice Hunger’s killing robotic army. Those days was long behind us, Chewy hoped.
Part of him thought he didn’t deserve to see the future peaceful world that awaited all the tried patrons of the world. He’d contributed to the demise of the earth and humanity all for love. Rice Hunger had been a marvelous man when he met him. Had a well-laid out plan of halting the destruction of the earth. Swore he could eliminate hunger, poverty, and violence. Nothing but lies of a power hungry greedy man.
Rice had stolen his research on how affordable and time saving people having robots to do their daily chores were and given it a scientist who manupliated my idea and created an army of fighters.
“Chewy,” Chris patted his shoulder, “you need medical help?”
“Nope.” Even if he did, he hadn’t earned it and wouldn’t accept it. “Anyone harmed?”
“No. CR worked perfect. Took out all six of Rice’s robots in one sweep of his arm.”
“Good.” More than. Meant he could begin more hour and hours of redeeming hard work.
“How long you need to make enough to break Rice’s strong hold?”
Chewy had no idea. Rice’s scienstist knew he worked the last six years on creating something to aid the world, meaning he’d been stockpiling more army robots. Chewy hadn’t been able to do the same. He had shell after shell of robots ready for the microchip that would operate them, but it took time to code each of them.
“Not sure. I’m going to get right to work, though.”
He didn’t wait for Chris to object to him going back to the grind.

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Monday, May 23, 2016

Flash Fiction Scene – Crystal Ball (Take 2)


This week's post is sort of named the same as last weeks. I'm not sure why. Think i might have misnamed last weeks, but it won't hurt to have two titled similar. Hope you guys enjoy and remember:
Let your imagination soar when you read.

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The time had come. He wasn’t ready. Nerves ate at his skin, causing him to rub his arm to a blood red color. Ironic, sort of. The Crystal Ball two feet in front of him was about to tell him, Rex Bawford, his future. Would he become a White Dragon, a dragon who guided people from the sky. A Yellow Dragon, the cowardly kind who hid among the caves. A Black Dragon, destroyer of enemies. Or would he become the awesome, mighty protector of the dragon world, a Blood Red Dragon.
“Son, it’s time.”
Rex nodded to his father, the head dragon of the East Coast. He lifted his arm, which felt as if ninety pound weights hung from it and hovered his hand over the ancient smooth clear Crystal Ball. In seconds his future would be decided. Was he ready? Yes. No. Loads rested on the color the ball turned. Not only his future, but his father’s and his pre-chosen man. Yellow could condemn his father’s lifetime of hard work. Make all the hours his father spent apart from him and his chosen woman for nothing. Doom his prechosen man to a life of hardship and derogation by the other West Coast dragons. Blood Red could up his father’s standings and make his prechosen man more powerful than any other among the West Coast, sealing his place as the future leader,
Weight of  two powerful men rested on his shoulder. Did he have the strength and courage to lower his hand the mere inches?
“Son,” his father’s voice never wavered or took on an air of command, but Rex knew his father meant for him to get on with putting him at ease.
Rex lowered his hand and watched as the Crystal Ball swirled with white, yellow, black, and red. The white faded away, leaving a heavy mist of yellow, black, and red. The black faded away, increasing Rex’s already pounding heart. He heard his father take a deep breath, but never heard him release it. How could he, his ears thumped loud enough  to drown out a fog horn. He squeezed his eyes closed as the yellow and red colors thickened. He couldn’t watch. If the red disappeared . . .
“Welcome Defender of the East Coast.”
Rex’s eye flew wide. He’d done it. His father’s and his prechosen man’s world was secure. He would protect and serve the East and West Coast Dragons. There were only four Red Dragon’s born each generation.
Rex exhaled and nodded at his father, who grinned for the first time in front of other dragons.
“Defender when will you take your place at your chosen’s side?”
Rex glanced to his left, taking in the long blonde haired man, waiting for him. “Today, sir.”
Rex knew his father hadn’t expected that response. Most took a week or two before they left for their new area, but Rex didn’t want to make his prechosen have to wait to take his rightful spot as leader for another day. He’d waited ten years already. No sense in making it another day.
“Fine.” His father waved his hand and the other dragon’s left with haste.
The noise died down and Cal, his prechosen walked up to his side, squeezing him close. “You know I would’ve been pleased even if you weren’t a Red Dragon.”
“I know, love.” Cal had told Red that multiple times, but he knew how much Cal wanted to lead the West Coast.
“Son,” his dad glanced at Cal and then at him, not bothering to hide his disdain for his son being chosen by a future male leader. His father liked the fact that his son had a chance at becoming a Red Dragon, but had wanted him to choose a woman and give him grand-dragons. “Why are you leaving so soon? Your mother wanted to throw you a exiting party.”
“I know, sir.”
“Then why?”
“Cal deserves to take his place. He chose me ten years ago. He’s waited long enough.”
“This isn’t wise son.”
“Sir, I’m not having this discussion with you again.” Rex wrapped his arm around Cal’s waist. It had taken him a most of his teenage years to come to an understanding of why Cal chose him. He hand never expected him to be chosen by a future male leader, mainly because his father frowned on men being with men. His father had been so vocal about it that Rex had suppressed the fact that he’d found men attractive since he was thirteen. A year and half before Cal chose him.
“Leader Timely,” Cal’s voice held nothing but respect, but Rex knew Cal and his father weren’t on the best terms. “I have told him multiple times that it was fine for him to remain here for the entire month your dragons are allowed, but he is adamant about leaving tonight.”
“In other words,” his father interjected, “you will not order him to.”
“I will not.”
Cal had promised Rex he would never order him around. Cal didn’t believe that him being a leader put him in a higher ranking position than a Red Dragon. Not many Leaders think such.
“Fine.” His father sighed. “I have no other options than to let him leave today.”
Rex gave him a small bow of thanks. “I’ll make sure to see mom before I leave.”

“You best.” His father spun on his heels and left without another word.

Monday, May 16, 2016

Flash Fiction – Crystal Ball


Hope everyone’s week starts off good. If it’s a bit slow or on the down side then maybe this little scene will boost your energy or relax you a bit. Enjoy.
Remember Let Your Imagination Soar when you read.
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Davey couldn’t believe it. How had he overlooked it? He never once thought Greg was interested in him, but here he stood in the buff with a huge boner and said it was all because of him. What was the right response to your best friend of six years, who secretly been the man claiming his fantasies while jacking himself off?
“Do you like what you see?”
Boy did he, but the ability to speak evaded him.
“Going to stand there and stare of help me solve my problem?”
Help him. Davey basically leapt to the living room doorway, luckily dodging the sofa that blocked his direct path to Greg, and yanked Greg against him as he sealed his lips over his.
Perfection. There was no other way to describe how soft and lush Greg’s thin and narrow lips were. One sensual lick and his sexy mouth parted enough for him to gain the first taste of his best friend. There would be no going back from them. No one else would sate the hunger that flared to life the minute Greg showed interest in him
Davey tugged Greg close when he broke the kiss. “You know what this means, right?”
Suckie time to ask. Davey’s entire heart had been engaged at the first touch.
“Sure do. Knew when I walked in here. No, take me, before we both combust.”

All Davey needed to hear.

Monday, May 9, 2016

Flash Fiction Phrase – Smarter Than You Think

Hope all had an amazing week last week. Mine was busy with writing and other daily life stuff, which is where today’s flash fiction phrase comes from. Hope you enjoy.
Remember Let Your Imagination Soar When You Read.

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Raquel was tired of her life. Parents that controlled every move she made. Chosen fiancĂ© who believed all women were meant for being in the home and popping out male children. Not a life Raquel wanted or dreamed of. Sure was a life she’d have no hardship leaving behind the moment her best friend came through with selling a family heirloom for her. Raquel hated parting with her grandmother’s diamond ring, but she knew it was what her grandmother would have wanted.
A light knock on the back of her window had Raquel jumping from her bed and darting to the window. She raised it and waved Ashely in. “Did he buy it?”
Ashley didn’t say a thing, simply handed her a green bank style bag and climbed back out the window. Ashley wasn’t being rude, she was preventing any chance of them getting caught. Raquel’s parents would kill Ashely for helping her plan an escape and then lock Raquel in the attic, or somewhere worse.

The zipper on the bag was stiff, but slid across the line, revealing the nicely pressed and bundled up hundred dollar bills. The buyer had indeed came through. Raquel stashed the money in her prepacked bag and left the prison style home she’d lived in for her entire life. She didn’t pause to look back, there was no reason to. She was going to claim the life she wanted.

Monday, May 2, 2016

Flash Fiction – The Gym

Hope all enjoyed the A to Z April Blogging Challenge post. I know I sure had a blast visiting so many wonderful sights. There were some awesome themes again this year. Have to say one of my favorites was this mystery who did style theme. It was awesome.
Okay, well this week I’m back to my weekly flash fiction scene post. Over the last six months I’ve been making lots of changes to my lifestyle, one of the biggest is going to the gym. This morning when I sat down to write this post I spotted my gym membership card and the idea sprang to life.
Hope you enjoy this week’s post.
Remember let your imagination soar when your read.

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What was I going to do? The wind had relocated the gym’s roof. The insurance company wasn’t sending anyone adjusters to our neck of the woods for a week. I had people depending on the gym to be open. Every day it was closed was money out of my pocket, money I needed. I had some money stashed away, but there was nowhere near enough to pay a roofing company. Might have been enough to buy the supplies, but . . .
Janice spun around ready to lay into whoever had dared sneak up on her, but the words faded the moment she saw the short, stocky, dirty man twenty feet from her.
The man nodded towards the destroyed gym. “Was wondering if you needed some help cleaning up. I’d be glad to do the work for a meal a day.”
Shit, fire. Cleaning up after such a horrific storm warranted more than one meal a day. The man must be desperate if he’s really to work for so little. She sure could use the help and in return she’d be doing a good deed, but she’d be paying him more than one meal a day. She’d give him  . . . Oh, she was brilliant.
Janice waved at the roof laying across the parking lot. “Can you help me fix the roof?”
“Sure could. Use to roof for a living.”
Perfect. “Fine. I’ll buy the supplies you need, you can fix the roof, and I’ll pay you with food, place to live, and at the end if I have money left over I’ll give you the extra cash.”
The man’s eyes went wide, but the grin that showed through the ruff on his face was what set Janice’s heart at ease. Her disaster would help another. Nothing better in life than that.

“I’ll get started figuring out what I need, ma’am.”

Sunday, May 1, 2016

Wonderful A to Z Challenge

Another wonderful year of the A t o Z April Blogging Challenge. I visited a lot of amazing blogs and had many visitors and wonderful comments. I want to thank each and everyone who followed along this year. Your comments were welcomed and I hope that any writers who took time to check my blog out found some interesting ideas that might have sparked their creativity.
I’m already looking forward to next years challenge.
Have a wonderful day and remember:
Let your imagination soar when you read.