Journey Series

Journey Series

Monday, May 29, 2017

Flash Fiction Scene - New life


Hope everyone is having a wonderful Memorial Day. Make sure you take a moment to thank the ones who serve our country and those who have. They are a special kind of human being. Ones with courage and dedication to the ones they protect. They deserve to know they are appreciated.

Okay, enough on my soap box. Today’s flash fiction scene is one of those that hit my mind out of nowhere. Hope you guys enjoy and remember:

Let your imagination soar when your read.

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Darkness drug at my stomach and muscles as the light-reddish orange welcomed the early risers. I wasn’t one of those. I lived in the depth of deep cave, where no sun every reached me. The days of walking among the world as sun beat down on my skin was long gone. Faded two centuries ago. A night I would never forget. A night one life ended and another began at the hands of a sharp dagger. Never was a man of violence. Wouldn’t have been then if the crude, unexpected visitor had not requested my wife for a night. When I told him no, he decided to take her anyway.

My wife’s screamed as he jerked her from her chair. I reacted without a single thought. Grabbed up the sharp kitchen knife and lunged at him. The sharp edge penetrated his thick muscles, but instead of him running off like I though he would, he released my wife and drew a blade the size of his body. I motioned Rachael to run as the man swung the blade. I managed to duck him three or four times, before he sank the blade into my stomach.

I have no idea if he caught up to my beloved wife, but I do know that another man, wearing a dark cape crept into my house and sank his teeth into my throat, taking the last few sips of my blood. From there, things become hazy, until I woke three nights later in the cave. A stranger nodded at me and told me it would be in my best interest to remain inside the cave until dark then go find a nice large deer to drink from.

That was the last time I saw the man who ended my life. He left that night, leaving me with no knowledge of what I was and to learn the dangers on my own. First few months were hard as hell, but I soon caught on to how to live my new life. One I did not want. One I did not know even existed. A monstrous life.

Monday, May 22, 2017

Flash Fiction Scene – Slow Down

Hope all had an amazing week. Mine was busy. I began edits on Collar of Truth, Human-Skinned Wolves Book 4. Still no date of release, but I am working hard on getting it ready to release. I’ve also been trying to do some free writing. Not going so well, but things appear to be slowing down my way. That fact is what inspired this week’s flash fiction scene.

Hope you enjoy.
Remember: Let your imagination soar when you read.
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“Time for a break.” Ralph flopped into the leather recliner, kicking his legs up.

“What are you doing?” Jessica reprimand seemed more like a calm question. Had to be the dish towel she shook in the air. “We have to get this done. My parents will be here in an hour.”

“I know.” How could he not. She’d been counting down the time to their arrival for five days. He’s carried at least sixteen bags of clothes, his and hers, to the storage unit. Then there’d been ten trips of furniture. Dang-gum woman tried to make him take his recliner to storage. He set his foot down on that. He didn’t care what her parents thought. They were married. He provided for her, greatly. He protected her from their enimies. They were the one that put her in danger, and there was no way was he giving up his favorite recliner because it would offend her parents sickly taste of furniture.

“Please, help me. The bathroom still has to be sorted through. So does our bedroom.”

“Hold up.” No way would he let her parents inspect their bedroom. The dang people had a cow when Lacy told them she’d married him while on a trip to Vegas.

“Don’t hold up me. We’ve done pissed them off twice. I won’t have them coming in here and downing my hard work.”

“neither will I, but they will not be seeing how you arragned our home. The home you chose. The home I bought you. They will not be inspecting our bedroom. It is our place of soliace. We clear, honey?”

Her lips turned down and she bit her lower lip. An act she knew he had a tough time with. She knew it got her, her way.

“Not this time, honey. I mean it. You have reformed this house to fit their style, not ours. I have to set my food down somewhere and this is it.” He stood and took the towel from her. “Now, I’ll finish the dishes while you rest. You gone at top speed this whole week.”

Monday, May 15, 2017

On A Whim Scene


This week, I wasn’t really inspired by anything, other than my fingers flying across the keyboard. I had no clue where they would lead, but it felt like heaven to sit down in one of my local Starbucks and let my mind expand into its own realm of relaxation and freedom.

Hope you guys enjoy this week’s flash fiction.
Remember let your imagination soar when you read.
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Tap. Tap. Tap. It was driving him crazy. Why did Rebecca have to flick that freaking pen all the time. Did she not realize tehre was others around who created best with silence? She had to. She’s been asked, over a thousand times, to stop. Did she respect the other? Course not.

“You okay, Seth?”

No. “Yes, Sir.”

“Then why is your lower lips bleeding.”

Seth wiped his lips and stared down at the faint trace of blood. Shoot, he’d been nipping his lip again. A pesky habit of aggravation.

“Pen getting to you again?”

“No, Sir.”

Did his boss expect him to admit how much his other co-worker was driving him up the wall while doing nothing but creating. Rebecca was one of the top sketchers for Travis Dunmore, a genius game creator.

“I can still move you across the way.”

Why did his boss keep offering to move him? Kind of him, but there was no way he was giving up his perfect view into his boss’s office. The man had one hell of a body to inspire, and fill, every second of Seth’s fantanises. Nope. He was not giving up his wonderful view over some lousy tapping.

“I’m fine, Sir.”

“If it becomes too much,” his boss leaned in a bit closer, turning the sketch Seth spent the last hour perfecting around. Seth couldn’t help the deep breath he took. “let me know. I’ll make sure you have the best view.”

“Best view?” Seth squeaked out.

“Yep. How about the desk behind my office?”

Crap. His boss’s office sat in the middle of the office space and consisted of nothing but glass walls. 

“Want to take me up on the offer?”

Offer? Eight hours of watching his boss’s back, seeing his ass each time he stood. Course he wanted that. Could he answer and not sound like some twisted stalker? Didn’t matter if he could have or not. His mouth worked quicker than his logical brain.

“I’d love that.”

“Great.” His boss’s breath brushed over his cheek as he leaned back. “I’ll make it happen. The area does have a great view. You might want to check it out in person before you make your final decision.”

Seth gasped, looking up in time to see his boss’s lick his lower lip. “Interested in doing so?”

Boy was he, but he doubted his boss meant the same thing his mind conjured up.

“All you have to do is say yes.”


“Good then. I’ll show you personally.” His boss stepped back, grinning. “Don’t have time right now, how about you stop by about seven.”

Seven? No one would be around then. Everyone left at 6m even him.

“Seven, Sir.”

“Yes. Going to be here and see the view?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Monday, May 8, 2017

Flash Fiction – Mother’s Day Special

Hope everyone is ready for Mother’s Day. It is less than a week away. Thankfully, my always early attitude about gifts, and pretty much everything deadline orientated, I am. Still, I wanted to take this Monday’s Post to Remember my mom.

So, Vickie Matthews, Happy Mother’s Day and you are the best mom in the world.

Hope you guys love this week’s short flash fiction.
Remember: let your imagination soar when you read.

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House has to be perfect. Why in the world did Jacob leave his dirty work socks laying in the hallway? He knew today was the most, or one of the most, importants day in our lives.

“Rebecca,” Jacob grabbed my arm, stopping me from bending to pick up the socks. “Calm down, honey. Everything is going to be perfect.”

“How? You’ve left socks laying in the floor. You left toothpaste in the hallway sink, which all you had to do was wait five seconds for me to piss and I would have been out of our bathroom. You left last night snack plate in the sink, without soaking the pizza sauce off the plate. You’ve yet to take the trash out.”

“Honey, breath. Breath.” Jacob tugged me over to the antique accent chair in the hallway. “Sit. Breath. Relax.” He knelt in front of me and took hold of my face. “My mother will love you. You do not have to worry about that. These are all small things.”

He was right. They were, but it was the small things that mothers, and future mother-in-laws would pay attention to. Or I would at least. If I was meeting a son’s future wife I would check every crook and crany to make sure she could take care of my son and the home he works hard to provide.

“I’ve cleaned the hallway sink. I was about to pick up my socks. I’ll get the trash next and clean my plate.” He leaned his head against mine. “You sit here and calm down. Rest. Everything is going to be perfect. My mom will love you.”

“You think?”

“I know she will.”


“Because I do.” He kissed me, melting my entire body. Best way to calm any woman down was a toe-curling kiss and my man knew how to give those. “Damn. You are magic.” I pushed him back and pointed at the socks. “Get them out of my clean hallway.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Good future husband.” I sat back and watched him sway his ass as he walked down the hallway and into our room.

Monday, May 1, 2017

Flash Fiction Scene – Slam head against the wall.

This week’s post is coming from me having writer’s block. I sure fill like I’ve hit my head against the wall for days. Not a feeling I like. Hope this little flash fiction scene unblocks me.
Have a great week and remember . . .
Let your imagination soar when you read.
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“Ninety-nine what?” Robert propped himself against his lover’s back and slipped his arms around his waist.
“Stop.” Karl wiggled, but failed to free himself. “Let me go. I’ve got to - -“
“You aren’t going to sit here and recount the invitation again.” He’d told his lover five hundred times over the last two days that it didn’t matter if they were one short.
“It matters.” Karl sighed so hard that Robert’s arm lifted and fell with him. “This is the most important day in our lives. I want it right. It won’t be right if we are missing an inviation. Someone will not have a - -“
“It’s going to be okay.” Robert kissed his lover’s neck, licking his way up to the soft spot behind his ear. “I’ve ordered another box.”
“Wasteful.” Karl tilted his head to the left. “I hate . . . Oh, god. Do that again.”
Robert pulled Karl closer and nipped the base of his neck, earning a deeper moan. “That’s it.” He took a step back, taking his lover with him. “Time we have some fun.”
“Fun . . .  Yeah. That’s what . . Oh, god.”

Robert followed Karl down as he fell onto the sofa.