Flash Fiction – Come and Get It

Hi,

This week’s flash fiction came to me while cooking Thanksgiving Dinner, so I ran to my little stash of papers and jotted it down. Ah, the strange times when an idea strikes. Right between sticking the rolls into the oven and cutting the ham.

Hope all enjoyed their Thanksgiving and are not in to big of a rush for Christmas to come and go. Yet, at least.

Have a great week.

Let your imagination soar when your read.

Julia

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Jonas tapped the wooden spoon against the rim of the pot of boiling potatoes. Mere hours away from his entire family joining him for their family meal. Ten hungry people, didn’t scare him. What did, ten family members with full bellies being introduced to his lover. He’d never let them meet one of his men before.  He’d never been head over hills for someone like he was Tim. His family knew, and disliked, his preference, but what could they say. He was a natural born Pride Master. No one, in the pride at least, could match his strength. No one dared challenge him. The last person who had, was the ex-Pride Master. He’s know fifteen feet under the ground in pieces, so his panther’s soul can never return to Earth.

“Jonas,” strong arm wrapped around his waist as warmth seeped through his shirt. “You smell like pure tension.”

“I can’t help it.”

“Your family will know the minute they walk in that something is off.”

He knew it. Anyone of the Pride members would. He reeked of sweat and charcoal.

“Come on, let me give you something else to think about.” Hands slipped over his cock. “Sure I can take your mind off of me meeting your family.”

“Sure you can, but if I’m going to yell Come and get it then I have to tend to this massive amount of food that it takes to feed my family.”

“I’ll come and get it.” Tim’s soft lips kissed the base of his neck, then teeth clamped down over his skin, making Jonas push back into him.

“Crap.” Why did his man have to know all his weak spots. No one before Tim had been allowed to bite any section of the back of his neck. Dominate Shifters let no one take control of them, without a deep reason.

“I know how to take care of my big bad Pride Master.”

“That you do, but it doesn’t change the fact I’ve got four hours of cooking ahead of me.” Jonas snuggeld into Tim’s hold then rested his head on his shoulder. “Go find a movie or something to watch.”

“Fine, but soon as you change your mind, Shout Come and Get it.”

Jonas chuckled as Tim shook his butt before he left the kitchen. He had the perfect lover. Perfect man to take home to the family. Perfect man to make his, officially, one day soon.

Flash Fiction Scene – Stolen Lives

Hi,

This week’s flash fiction came while I was trying to become unblocked from my NaNoWrMo story. I found it interesting enough that I wanted to go ahead and share this with you. I’m sure I will end up taking this small bit and turning it into a full blown story. (At some point and times)

Hope you enjoy and remember:

Let your imagination soar when you read.

Julia Matthews

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Dark rich red painted the light blue walls. Ceiling to floor. Small patches of flesh had buried themselves into the dark blue carpet, creating a black spot that would never come up. What had happened? Who had committed such a violent crime? Why would they? No one deserved a death of such brutality. He’d never . . . No, he had. One time before. Long before. Right after he started the Calvin Force. Scene had been so bad that officers twenty years his senior had lost their cookies. A sight he hoped to never run across again.

“Back, isn’t he?”

“Who, Cap?”

“You know who. You were there ten years ago when he struck, taking the lives of ten before he stopped his brutal attacks.”

“You think this is the same man?”

“Sure is. Shows up every 10 years to take a few lives then fades away like he never existed, leaving families devastated and wondering who stole their loved one’s life.”

Flash Fiction Scene – Choices, Choices

This week’s flash fiction comes from my own life experience right at the time. We all face choices each day we live, but sometimes there are more than we can handle. That’s where I found myself lately, but I made it through them and came out on a good side of the results. This is how this week’s blog post came about.

Have a great week.

Remember”

Let your imagination soar when you read.

Julia

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Choices, Choices

“Time has run out, son.”

Couldn’t have. The situation arose two days ago. There was no way, anyone, let alone him, could make such a life decision in such a short time span. Why had his life spiraled out of his own control? How had he not known any of this was even possible? What was he to do? The choices sucked no matter what he chose.

“Son . . . I know this isn’t easy on you.”

“How the hell do you know that? You told me you never faced this option. So how do you know.”

Stupid ass man had come to earth chose a woman off the street for the sole purpose of impregnating her and abandoning her to raise his son. She had dropped him off at some fire station, without a name. He’d grown up floating from one foster home to another because he had a deformity. No. Not a deformity, but his natural birth mark Two small bumps, more like stumps, on the top of his head.

“Fine. You have me there, but it does not change the choice at your hand. Nor does it change that your time to make up your mind ran out.”

His biological father sigh irritated him more than the fact that the man had shown up on his twenty-first birthday and told him he was the heir to some underground world and it was time for him to come take his place beside his father.

“Who the hell do you think - -“

“Son, I’m not going to listen to this again. You have your choices. Make it.”

“Go to hell.” That’s where he’d be going if he chose to take his spot beside the man whose sperm created him.

“Is that your choice?”

“No. That was a comment.” He thought. Maybe it had been his choice. Had it been?

“You’ve two minutes. Decide. Join me. Or Join my brother.”

One hell or the other. What did it matter which way he went? He hated choices.

Shifters

Hi,

This week we are taking a break from Flash Fiction. It will be back next week. Hope you enjoy this tiny bit of information into my mindset. 

Have a great week.

Remember:

Let your imagination soar when you read.

Julia

Shifters

What exactly is a Shifter? Some people classify anything that changes forms as a shifter. Then there are those who view werewolves as separate from others that shift into animals. A few even consider something or someone who can change into any form or shape one.

Those thoughts above make me think it depends on who you ask. Or from a writer’s perspective the story being written. Who knows if shifters or any of the supernatural begins we dream up is or has ever been true. What I do know is that for an amazing story to be built around a shifter theme the author has to create a plausible and interesting world and backstory for the story they are telling.

None of which is easy, but very doable. In order to accomplish it, a solid definition of the word Shifter has to be formed. After all, that is the base of the entire story. If it is not nailed down, then the story will easily fall apart. To avoid this when I start a new story that includes werewolves, shifters, vampires or any other supernatural being, I sit down and describe how they came to exist, any strengths, weakness, skills and anything else that comes to mind. Those ideas give me a solid foundation before I start to write.

There’s my thoughts on Shifters and how I develop the concept of a Shifter. Hope the small insights into my creative process helps you understand me a bit better.

Have a great week and remember,

Let your imagination soar when you read or write.

Julia