Journey Series

Journey Series

Monday, January 30, 2017

Off week


Sorry that the post is up late, and that there is no Flash Fiction post this week. I was down with my knee last week and I’m way behind schedule on other items. So, this week’s post will be a simple thank you.
Thanks for following my blog.
Flash Fiction will return next week.
Let your imagination soar when you read.


Monday, January 23, 2017

Flash Fiction Scene

Hope all had a great week. Mine was kind of rough, but I managed to come up with a short flash fiction scene. Hope you all enjoy it and it starts your week off right.

Remember let your imagination soar when you read.

“You telling me that wasn’t a dog.” Like she hadn’t known that when the beast attacked her. .Dang gum animal stood chest high and had teeth the size the Empire State building. Bit dramatic on.

“Why do you ask what you already know?” The graying haired man crossed his arms and stood taller. “I do not lie or tale fables. The animal that tore your to pieces last night was one of my wolves. He had no right to attack. He has been punished for his actions, but the problem has been created.”

“Alpha Timmons, I do not believe you mean that the way it sounds.”

She sure hoped not, because she was no problem. “You can just leave me be. I’ll be fine.”

“Miss . . .”


“Miss Katie, what Mrs. Timmons meant was the attacker changed you into a werewolf. You are not a problem. Bit unexpected, but not a problem at all.”

“Definietly not.” Alpha Timmons moved a few inches closer. “It is my honor to be your alpha. I will ensure you have everything you need.”

Did these people think she bought their story one bit. She sure as heck didn’t. Her behind should have pulled her cell phone from her pocket and dialed 911. Nope. She didn’t. She let them keep going and going all because she knew the dang gum beast that attacked her was no dog. No matter what the police and emergency room said.

Monday, January 16, 2017

Flash Fiction

This week I decided to write off the hoof, so to speak. Other words, what you are going to read from me is going to be a completely free write of whatever comes to my mind. No set phrase or chosen photo. Simply me letting my mind run free.

Have a great week and remember: let your imagination soar when you read.

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Note This is an unedited scene
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What in the world? Gasp filled the air. Mouths hung open as the bright blue sky faded to pitch black with rays of white lightening. Heads turned towards their neighbors, looking for answers, only to receive an equally puzzled look. I followed suit of the people standing around me. I did not want to be the one to explain. Sucked that I knew when no one else did. Sucked even worse that I had known for years that the day the world shifted hands would come while the world was running at full speed and under the greatest leader of all times.

That was the fact that drew my supervisors in. They loved to tear down the worlds they conquered when they were the strongest. To ensure that any future rebellions would be years, or decades down the road. The Supervising Group needed at least thirty years of peace to ensure they drained the worlds they took over of all the best minerals.

“Sir, sir, can you help me?”

I glanced down at the knee high, red haired girl. “Not sure.”

“I can’t find my mom.”

Crap. Please let the woman have abandoned her child? “Where did you last see her?”

“We were standing over there.”

We? Shit. It had already begun. The Supervising Group was plucking random people from the lands to gain information. The child’s mother would be returned, unharmed, when they gained all they could from her. How did he handle the young child? Telling the truth wasn’t an option. Taking her to his house, wasn’t an option. Taking her to child service wasn’t an option. They would be swarming with other children whose mother vanished. Where could he take her and keep her safe?

“Do you have grandparents?”


“Do they live nearby?” The child shook her head. Course they didn’t. Would have made his job that much easier. “Do you know any of your mother’s friends?” Another shake of the head.

Before he could ask the child another question, a long pair of legs, that he knew all too well, walked past him. He sprang up and yelled, “Jessica.”

Jessica spun around, smiling a thousand watt smile. “Tommy Lane, what a surprise.” She glanced down at the child. “I know she’s not yours.”

“Course not.” I took a step closer to her and leaned into her. “Her mom . . . You know.”

“Shit.” The woman gave the child a second look. “This is not wise.”

“I know, but you are the only one around here that knows the truth. Please, for the little girl.”

“Fine.” She sighed and held her hand out. “Come on, sweetie. You can stay with me until your mom comes to find you.”

“how will she know where to look?”

“Tommy, here, will make sure she knows.”

I squatted back down and took hold of her hand. “I will make sure your mother knows where I placed you. Promise.”

The child lifted her pinky finger and held it out to him. “Pinky promise.”

“Sure do.” I closed my pink around hers.

She nodded and went to Jessica.

Monday, January 2, 2017

Flash Fiction

Today’s Flash Fiction comes from a photo from

Today’s Flash Fiction comes from a photo from

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Note This is an unedited scene
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We’d been warned. No one listened. No one believed it was possible. It had not occurred in over two centuries. We had all fallen into a safe and secure atmosphere. Last time Planet Green overshadowed our Moon during the day was the Day of Destruction. Over one million people lost their lives. It took almost three decades to recover. Our numbers had barely reached two million and if the results were the same as last time . . .
Not a thought I would allow to come to life. I ruled over the Timbers, a strong and solid race that survived off of happiness and sunshine. There had to be a way for me to stop Planet Green from destroying us again.
“Princess Jordan?”
“You okay?”
I spun around and narrowed my eyes at Thomas, the one guy who’d always stood beside me and my father. The one guy, I hoped to become my Life Partner.
“Sorry, Princess. Stupid question.”
I sighed and waved him to my side. “It’s fine.”
Thomas stood less than an inch from my side, his hand brushed against mine. Sparks zinged from his hand to mine. Another sign that the two of us would be compatible. The mere idea pleased me. Thomas was a caring and devoted man. Question was, had I wanted to long to announce my intention to him. There was a chance that he would die trying to save me or others under me.
“Princess Jordan . . .”
“Thomas, please call me Jordan.”
“You know I can not.”
“You can if I say so.”
“No. Our way of life is there is no first name basis until the woman announces her intention.”
Hadn’t I just done so? Why else would I have told him to call me by my given name? He knew this as much as I did. The initiating announcement of intention is done in private by the Princess. Not in open public. It was to eliminate the risk of embarrassment incase the chosen male refuses the request. It rarely happened, but . . . Life just showed that unexpected does happen.
“Thomas . . . I think you are missing the point of my request.”
Thomas’s wrinkled forehead as his baby blue eyes lowered in deep thought had me reaching up and smoothing them out.
“Prince Jordan,” Thomas took a step back, but stopped before his first foot hit the sparkling yellow gazebo floor. “You are . . . Oh . . . “His eyes widened and he closed the mere inches between us and cupped the back of my head, tugging me to his lips, answering my request loud and clear. More than. A mere simple kiss is what most women received, but not me. I got a full blown deep, passionate invasion, with tongue and all. I could not help it, my knees buckled and he tugged me closer to him.
“Uh . . . Daughter.”
Thomas abruptly pulled away and put some space between us.
“Daddy,” I grinned over at him, laughing at the shocked expression he wore.

“Thomas, care to explain.”