Journey Series

Journey Series

Monday, December 26, 2016

Flash Fiction

Christmas is over and I’m sure you’ve all gotten lots of books to read. Fun doglore, which is what I hope you gain from today’s unedited flash fiction scene.
Have a great week and enjoy your New Year’s Eve and Day.
Remember let your imagination soar when you read.
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“Get that hair down!”
I shoved my arms against my side and casually walked to the front door.
“Young lady . . .”
I stopped before I turned the doorknob, giving him a chance to forbid me from leaving the house. It was coming.
“George, please.”
An unexpected turn of events. My mother interceding for me. Never happened before. Ninety-nine percent of the time she shoved the rules and regulations of a woman’s spot among our kind in my face. Dad had always been the easiest of the two, but . . .
“There is no way in Lubx that my eldest daughter leave the house on Trabord.”
Had my father used, Lubx? He never used such strong vile words in the mix company. Lubx was the afterlife reserved for those who fail to remain pure to their kind. Other words, people who chose to mix their lineage with human blood sentenced themselves to an afterlife without their family. Some even considered it a kind of limbo for a Oxanford’s soul.
“Trabord is the one day in her life that will seal her among our kind. I will not allow her to destroy her chances at finding a proper man.”
There it was. My father’s desire to marry me off. I would not be sold to the one who brought him the biggest gift. Mere idea of men coming and offering land for my hand in marriage.
“It is our tradition and it will be upheld in my house.”
“That is the reason I am leaving the house.”
“If you walk out that door today you will have no home to come back to.”
“George,” Mom’s gasp was loud enough I cringed, once again pausing in the midst of turning the doorknob.
“I mean it, Liza Rene. If you walk out of this house, spoiling the most important day in your life, I will not let you come back here.”
No less than I’d expected. It’s why I’d been putting back every little bit of money I could scrape up. It’s why I made a work deal with Miss Timber. Seven hours of work a day for room, board, and food. Any time over seven hours earned me cash at the end of my shift.
“Liza,” mom took a step towards me, holding her hand out to me.

I nodded to her, but opened the door, gasping when Lord Titian removed his navy hooded cloak.

Wednesday, December 21, 2016

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Monday, December 19, 2016

Flash Fiction Scene - Forgetfulness

Less than a week before Christmas. Hope all is ready for their time with family and friends. Now, I’m trying to stay away from the holiday theme, but . . . it’s that time of year and it’s hard not to incorporate it in some manner. I’ll do my best to give you just a small bit of holiday in this week’s fiction post, but I promise nothing.
Have a great week and a Merry Christmas.
Let your imagination soar when you read.
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Bondage Scene
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“Gifts.” I tapped the top of the stack of boxes. “Check.” Spun around and nodded at the food. “Food. Check. Coats. Check. Luggage. Check.” What was I missing. There was something, but what? I scratched my head and recounted the gift boxes and the stack of Tupperware bowls. I had to figure out what we were going to be leaving behind. It was the first time I’d been invited to Rachael’s house for the holiday. Her parents despised me. Shocked us both when they called and personally invited me to join them for their yearly holiday party. Rachael swore her parents were coming around to me, but I doubted it. I didn’t fit into their perfect lifestyle. I was the man that lead their daughter down some . . .
“That’s it.” I sprinted down the hallway and threw open the door to my in-home dungeon. “There’s my girl.” I walked up to her and ran my finger around her leather collar, unsnapping the chain that held her head in place. “Tilt your head from side to side.”
She nodded at me and did as I demanded. I stepped back, taking a deep long look over her tan skin and then removed the manacles that held her to the wall. She slumped forward, knowing that her Master would catch her. “That’s it, girl. Let your Master take care of you.”
I quickly carried her over to the bed and laid her down, rubbing her arms and legs to revive them from the hours in bondage. I could smell her wetness but had no time to taste and enjoy it. I ran my finger over her wet curls then made a show of sucking the juices from them.
“Go shower and dress. We’ve got half an hour before we have to leave.”

“Yes, Master.”

Monday, December 12, 2016

Flash Fiction Phrase – Get Up

This week’s flash fiction came about because I woke up and wanted to roll back over and go to sleep. Thankfully, there was no one there to yell Get Up. The joys of sleeping in when you are plan out lazy.
Hope you all had a great week and going into a new one with a great outlook.
Remember Let Your Imagination Soar when you read.
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References to Bondageg
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Kimberly rolled over, tucking her head under the pillow. She counted to ten then bit her jaw to keep her mouth shut when her mom came barging into her room shouting for her to get up. There was no reason for her mom to invaded her space. She was an adult, who lived at home to assist her mother. Finically. She had the right to stay out all night at a college party if she wanted to. She worked five nights a week and went to college six hours a day during the week. She needed the relaxation that the night before had given. Not to mention her thighs were soar as hell from her legs being in the air for half of the night.
“Lazy child, get up.”
Kimberly winched when the door slammed into the wall, leaving what she was sure another dent.
“I will not have you staying out all night and sleeping all day. Get up.”
“Hey.” She shouted when her mom hit her back with something.
“Don’t hey me, missy. You are my daughter. You will not embarrass me by running around town all night long, doing God knows what.”
Kimberly sucked her lower lip between her teeth and counted to fifty. Ten wouldn’t work. Her mother wasn’t going to goad her into a fight. Not then. She’d had a perfect night and was going to see Tiny again tonight. He had his own private dungeon for them to play in. From the way he talked about it, it was ten times better than the clubs. Not to mention he said he had the perfect cross to tie her to.
“Do you think I don’t know where you were all night?”
Kimberly bet her mother did. She’d seen Miss Bucket outside the alley, feeding the homeless as she entered the passageway to the Baker Bondage. Miss Bucket loved to gossip. And Kimberly had been the star in at least half of her tales. Not like Kimberly hid who she was. She’d be damned if she care what anyone in her neighborhood cared.
“My daughter will not be . . .”
Her phone rang, silencing her mother. Kimberly picked it up and saw the photos she’d taken of Tiny last night after he entered his digits.
“Who is calling you so early?”

She ignored her mother and answered the phone.

Monday, December 5, 2016

Flash Fiction Scene

Another week has come and gone, but do we stand in the same spot we were last week. Think about it, while you read this week’s flash fiction scene.
Have a great week.
Remember let your imagination soar when you read.

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Lights flashed off the wall, creating a rainbow of red, blue, and white. Not the patriotic color, but one of police and ambulance invading my home. Problem was . . . none existed. There were no police. All the stations had been invaded and destroyed right after the employee information was stolen. That information was taken and each officer ended up in a huge fire pit in the middle of town. From then on . . . no one dared get in anything that resembled a car of authority. Not even me. The one and only living officer among the town of Rayshine, a middle size town, but not one big enough to be noticed if it was wiped off the map. Okay, my town was a good size town, but nothing ever happened in it, which was why I lived there during my down time. Not to mention it helped me keep my true life a secret from everyone. These wacked up animals might have taken out all the police officers, but they had no way of knowing that the SP Agency had an undercover agent living there. Who was I kidding, everything about the SP Agency was a secret. Far as the world knew, no such office existed. Kept it safer for everyone involved. Sure, was going to help save the town I became part of. The town where many good people lived. Where I hoped to settle down one day with a hot woman and have a few children.
Once again, I was kidding myself. These animals had been holed up in Rayshine for five months. I had used my satellite phone to reach out to my handler, but. . .
The jackass said, “Lt. Strength, you know I cannot approve an operation to save a town just because some human assholes have invaded it. You know your orders. No other options, but to stay out it.”

Since then, I’ve relived the same day. Or so it seemed. My world had come to a standstill. Would remain that way until the SP Agency needed my special skills in locating a deadlier nasty monster than the leather wearing, bike riding, gun toting, murdering ass wipes that took over his town. Sucked not being able to do anything to help the community, but . . . what was I to do. I tried to gain help, but until they came to my home to take me out, there was little I could do. I’d been ordered to remain under the radar at all cost. And like a good solider for the SP Agency I had to do as told. No way around it. Sucked.