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Hi,

I know it’s been a couple of weeks since my last blog post, and I apologize for that. Life has been challenging for me since the start of the year. I am working hard to rebalance myself and get back on track. I hope this week is the restart of the blogs that I need to resume my writing time. If not, least you can enjoy and let your imagination soar over this flash fiction scene.

Julia

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Cal stretched his arm sidewards, finding warm sheets instead of the warm body he feel asleep beside. Where was . . . what was his name? Crap. Another one-night stand that he had no name for. Yet this one was majorly different. He woke up hunting him. Not just sneaking out of the guy’s house. What did that mean?

“Hey, babe.”

Cal smiled up at the guy as he soaked in his long blond hair and sculpted body. Least if he chose to remain behind for someone it was a man who had a stick and half, which had left his ass throbbing in the most amazing sort of way.

“Names’ Talbort, if you don’t remember. You were pretty lit last night.”

“Yeah, sorry about that.”

“Don’t be.” The man held out a cup of coffee to him. “Black. If you want something else in it, then . . .”

“No. It’s fine.” He took a sip, letting the caffinne run through his body before he spoke again. “What are you?”

“You picked up on it, did you?”

“There’d be only one reason I woke up and did not think about leaving.”

“Figured so.”

“You too?”

“Yeah. Not one to bring men home. Usually take them to a hotel.”

“So you knew last night?”

“Yes, but I knew you didn’t.”

“What are you then?”

“My full name is Talbort of the Hive. What is yours?”

Vampire. Could have been worse. Could have been a witch. His father would be pleased that he found his soulmate amongst those he was half part of. “I don’t carry a full name.”

“Halfling then.”

“Yes.”

“With what?”

“Vampire and Werewolf.”

“Least not a witch.”

“What I said.”

“They do have the worst rep. don’t they?”

“More than.” Cal bumpbed the guy’s shoulder. “Looks like we’ve got lots to talk about.”

“That we do.” Talbort smiled over at him, leaning in pressing his lips to his. “First, let’s pick up where left off last night.”

“What a plan.”

Author’s Ramble

Hi all,

Hope you had an amazing weekend. Mine was decent and Sunday was full with some free writing. Working on the ending of Human-Skinned Wolves Book 7. Can’t wait to see the finial version of this book. Finishing up this series will be bitter sweet, but rewarding. I hope to have it written by the end of this month. That way I can put my total focus on NaNoWrMo.

My goal during NaNoWrMo is to start a new series of books. I’m not sure if it will be a multiple book series, or just different parts to one large book. There is a lot involved in the book and it is complicated to write, but I am looking forward to the challenge. After I finish the one I start during NaNoWrMo I will return to finishing up a five book series that I have free written three books on. Those won’t be ready for some time, but that’s fine. I want to ensure that they are books that will take you into the world they each create. Ones that let your imagination soar.

Have a great week,

Julia

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Hi all,

Hope all has been going well for you. Life’s been busy, slowing down my writing progress, but I still took yesterday to fit in some down time to revise another three chapters in the 7^th book of the Human-Skinned Wolves. I hope to finish it up today. That will give me a clean slate to start NaNoWrMo. It will be here before I know it. Until then, I thought I’d give you guys something simple to let your mind soar into another realm.

Hope you enjoy.

Remember, let your imagination soar when you read.

Julia

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Charles stood back, nodding. “Perfect, boy.”

His skin itched from the praise of his Master. It’d taken him two weeks to pin down the perfect gift for his Master. His lover. His heart. His entire body and soul belonged to Master Charles Thompson. When he ordered the ten-holed, mini-red oak paddle. He knew his Master would love such a gift, even if the his gift was more suited towards him. That’s why it had taken him so long to finalize his decision. He knew the gift would bring him immense pleasure, but did that constitute a birthday gift for someone else. In the end, he realized that if it brought him pleasure, then his Master would ensure it was only used on him as a major reward. More likely that the paddle would become his Master’s favorite tool to discipline his boy.

“Boy, do you like the gift you chose me?”

“Yes, Master Charles.”

“Then you know . . . it will be my knew punishment implement.”

“As you wish, Master Charles.”

“Good, Boy.” He watched Charles swing the crop a few times, then he laid it down, picking up a full on face mask. The ears were padded and sealed up. The lip section looked like a Halloween mask with the slitted openings. The eyes held zippers, that sealed away his ability to see. “That will be used as a reward when you overcome your next boundary. Do you understand, Boy?”

He hadn’t expected his Master to use the paddle as an implement to aid his Boy in overcoming his fear of full on sensory loss.

“Do you agree to try and close off your ability to see and hear?”

He would try anything for his Master, but . . . the last time they’d tried to take both from him he had freaked. Majorly. It had scared him. His Master promised they would only try it once he became secure in the use of a swing. A goal he accomplished some months ago.

“Henry?”

“Yes, Master Charles.”

“Clarify, Boy.”

“I will do my best to please my Master in reaching your pleasure point with the use of the mask.”

“Then . . . You have your words. Use them if needed. Understood?”

“Yes, Master Charles.”

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Hi,

Hope all had a great week, and those in NC and SC, I hope you have avoiding Hurricane Florence, as much as possible. My prayers are with those affected by the hurricane, but I hope all are safe and received little, to no, damage. For those who have been affected by it, I hope today’s post gives you a bit of relief from the stress of the storm. For the rest of you, I just hope this starts your week off on a great note.

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Garry shoved his hands in his pocket, cursing his parents and their heritage. They never understood him. Not shocking. He wasn’t like them, or his two brothers, and his baby sister. He was a speck of brown goop on a thin piece of hay buried among a huge pile of hay. And they never let him forget it.

Today had been no different. Why had he thought it would be? It was only a major milestone in his life. Unlike his brother and sister, his slim panther went into heat every three months. The heat didn’t arrive until the age of twenty-one, and it wasn’t an easy period for an Omega Panther. Worse on those who are not claimed by anyone. Not only did the Omega Panther suffer went a constant urge to mate while his heat was on him, but if they had no mate they had to find a partner that was willing to take a chance on impregnating them. That wasn’t easy.

When an Omega Panther wasn’t in heat they had a line of men at their doors. Natural order of things among the Panther World. Why wasn’t it. After all, how else would other panthers find their mate. The signs did not appear until you were locked together. Then it was said to be like a pop of magic bursting through your skin, and throwing the Alpha, or beta, and on a rare occasion a Gama into a rut. His brother told him it was like a moment of pure bliss for the stronger panther, but for those Omega Panthers, it wasn’t fun. His brother swore that when the mate recognized his soul mate he lost himself to the drive to claim him. Worse, his brother told him the stronger panther cared little about what the Omega Panther wanted.

“You in there, Garry.”

Garry curled his knees into his chest and buried his head in his chest. He wasn’t about to open the door to anyone. He didn’t care if his body screamed for him to screw a monkey for relief. He did not want some strong ass panther taking him until his heat had by passed him. Nope. He wasn’t going to risk getting pregnant. Men did not do such.

“Come on, Garry. I know you are in there.”

Human men didn’t at least. Nope. Only strange, weak, powerless Omega Panthers did so. He would not be taken by some brute until his body was limp and sated. Nope. He had control over his panther side.

“Garry, come on, man. I know you are scared.”

Scared? What did Edwards expect from him?

“Open up and let me help you.”

No way. Did Edward think him stupid? There was no way he’d let in a Alpha Panther, even if he’d been his best friend since seventh grade.

“I can control myself. I promise.”

Nope. He wasn’t taking the chance. Not that it would have bothered him to screw Edward any other time, but not during his first heat cycle. Nope. He wanted a simple, get to know you kind of relationship. Not a fuck and imprgenant you then leave your ass to struggle through a pregnancy and raising a cub on your own.

“Listen . . . Garry, I know that you have no one to help you through this, or explain what is happening to you.”

Didn’t matter if he did or not. There was no way he was opening the door.

“I brought someone that can explain what to expect and how to ease your panther.”

“You serious?” Garry didn’t bother to yell or anything, he knew Edward would hear him through the walls.

“Yes, man. You know Darren Kites?”

He did. Man was nice and always willing to assist anyone who was struggling with any type of math. “He’s an Omega?”

“Yes.”

“You leave us be?”

“I’ll go and stay downstairs until you and him have discussed things.”

“Then stay away if I ask you to?”

Garry heard Edward sighed, but the soft yes that slipped free of him eased a huge part of Garry’s throbbing heart. He didn’t need to see Edward to know that his head hung low and his fist were clinched. It was Edward’s natural reaction to anything he disliked, and he knew his best friend would be displeased about being asked to leave him be. Course he would. He was an Alpha Panther near a Omega Panther that was in heat.

“I’m leaving.”

Garry uncurled from the painful ball he’d squashed himself into and moved to his front door. He opened it a tiny bit, but left the safety chain in place.

“It’s just me, Garry.”

He shut the door and unchained the door, opening it for Darren. “Come in.”

“Going to tell you right up front, what you’ve been told is not true.”

“What? How do you . . .” Edward. “He had no right to . . .” Course he would tell Darren what he knew. He was his best friend. He had begged him to find an Omega Panther to talk to since the night they’d gotten drunk and he let his deepest fear slip from his lips. That night things had changed between them. Not in a bad way. Nope. They’d became closer. Spent more time together. Nothing sexual, but there been times that Garry would have loved for Edward to take him in the most natural manner of a panther, but he’d never showed interest in him, so Garry kept his desires to himself.

“He’s worried about you.”

“He’s an Alpha Panther.”

“Yes, but what you’ve been told is incorrect.”

“What . . . My mom said . . .” would she have lied to him? Surely not. His father told him the same thing. So had his brother. Did they all lie to him. “My mom, dad, and brother - -“

“Your family are what you would call Alpha Controlled.”

“Huh?”

“It’s a family who believes they are above anyone else. I bet they have never been around a Beta, or Gama, have they?”

“No. That would . . .” Crap. Darren was right. All his family, right down to his grandparents viewed anyone other than another Alpha as lower class. “Is that why . . .”

“Most Alpha Controlled families kill any child born below their Alpha Status. Most view it as a disgrace for one of their children to be born something other than Alpha. In fact, very few of the Alpha Controlled families give birth to anything other than Alpha. There’s something about their blood that breeds nothing but Alpha. Those who bare children other than Alphas take it as an offense against their lives. View it as they did something wrong in their life and have to make amends for it. That’s why most kill the child they view as defected. Those who let their non-alpha children live usually feed them lies and treat them like shit.”

Fit his family like a tee. Neither of his parnts every gave him praises, came to watch him in events in school, or took him to any gathering. He was always left behind with a baby sitter. Still, . . . how could his family openling lie to him about what he would go through. If they had then . . .

“That’s why Edward did not knock the door down?”

“I assume you were told that an Alpha next to an in heat Omega Panther would tear through anything to get to him. Right?”

“Basically.”

“Did that happen?”

“No, but surely . . . Edward has always had great control over his panther.”

“True, but if what your family said was right then why did Nitro not rush across the hall the moment your scent penetrated the airwaves.”

Crap. He’d forgotten that his neighbor was an Alpha Panther. How come . . . Why hadn’t he . . . he kicked flopped down onto the couch and motionted for Darren to sit. “Think  . . . no, I know I need the truth.”

“I’ll make it quick and let you get to easing the distress that is wearing at you.”

“That would  be great.” He was barely controlling his urges for relief. Looked as if he’d spend his first heat cycle with his hand. Nothing more than he’d expected, but at least he’d know if he had to keep himself locked away until it passed.

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Hi,

Hope all had an amazing week. Mine was super busy. I have gotten Merciful Wolf, Human-Skinned Wolves Book 6 ready and up for pre-order. Seems like I worked on that story the entire year, but I haven’t. I’m just glad I got it done before NaNoWrMo comes up. I need the rest of Sept. and all of Oct. to prepare for the new story I will start writing then. Anyway, enough on that front. Let’s get to what you all come to see here each Monday. Some Flash Fiction.

Enjoy and remember let your imagination soar when you read.

Julia

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“Right there. Oh . . .God. that’s . . . perfect.”

“Feels like it to me.” Not really, but he rammed back into the man’s ass, ensuring he hit the man’s prostrate. He might go from man to man each night, but he always made sure the man he chose enjoyed every minute they were together.

“God . . . Close . . . So close . . . Harold, just . . . that’s it.”

Harold slammed home, holding still until the man’s ass quick squezzing his dick. It did little for him. Same every night. He got the man he chose off, let them have a great night to remember, but he never once reached release. And he never would. Least he could give the man the illusion he did. Sometimes having magical skills came in handy. Little else he could do with it. Since his chosen mate denied him, he was cursed to spend his life with only half his natural born talent. Fate had cursed him in the worst way possible for a Level 7 demon. Harold had been born to Lucifer himself, but when he ran across his other half, the one that was supposed to complete his heart, give him a life filled with love, he’d been rejected. Not that he couldn’t blame Everett. Everett had been a Level 1 demon. Level 1’s held little magical skills and could not access their demon side. That was something that Harold could have helped Everett with, but Everett would not listen to him. He chanted the refusal request before Harold could even introduce himself. His chosen other half had not even remained around to explain his reasoning. Nope. He’d left the moment Lucifer showed up and granted him his request. Harold had hoped his father would have demanded an explanation, but nope. His father had been his normal self. Lord and Ruler over Hell. He did as his demons requested without explanation and dind’t change his method for his sons. Nope. He simply gave life to his sons, aided them when they began to gain their powers, but soon as they had control of them, he discarded his son. Right then, Harold wasn’t even sure if his father knew he was taking his son’s other half from him without a reason.

“Thanks, man.” Harold pulled out, made a show of tying up the condom and tossing it into the trash. He flopped onto his back and covered his eyes with his forearm. NO reason for the man of the night to know how upset he was.

“We’ll have to hook-up again.” The man scooted to the edge of the bed and picked up his jeans. “You are the best I’ve found in this god-forsaken, large city.”

“Not from New York?” What was he doing? He never spoke to the men afterwards. He let them dress in silence and leave, never to be approached by him again.

“No. Small town in the boondock’s of North Carolina.”

A hick. Not something he’d every ran across before. Or that he knew of at least. “How long you been in New York?” There he went again, asking questions when he never did. What was going on with him?

“Ten long months.” The man sat down and tugged his shirt over his head.

“What brought you here?” What in the hell? Stop it, Harold. You do not need to know anything about this man. You will never see him again.

“Got a promotion I could not turn down.” The man braced his hand on the mattress as he leaned across the bed.

“What are - -“ His words faded from his mind when the man’s lips covered his. Instead of pushing him away, like he would have any other man he fucked, he pushed the man onto the mattress and moved so he covered his entire body with his.

Dman, the man could kiss. Not that it should have mattered. There would be no other for him. Nope. His other half had rejected him. Doomed him for a life of fuck and go, so why in the world was he kissing the man he’d brought home. He wans’t the first man, Harold brought to his place for a one nightery. Nope. There’d been one every night for the last five years. Everyone always knew the game. They would get fucked, great pleasure, and then they would never be seen by him again. Yet . . . there he was with the man of the night under him for the second time in one night. Kissing him. Running his hands over him in a loving manner. It made no sense to him, which is why he found himself jerking himself up and across the room, pressing his back into the wall.

“What is going on?”

“Good question.” What the heck was he doing? He did not give a man of the night two rounds of sex. Nope. He didn’t. he never even frelt the urge to. Why was he that night?

“You know who you are to me.” The man propped himself up on his elbows. “I know you do.”

You are to me? What was that supposed to me?

“You are Harold, second born son to Lucifer, ruler of Hell.”

Shit. How had he missed the man being a demon? Even if he had little to no demon skills working, he still knew when he was around other demons.

“It is true, isn’t it?”

“What?” Harold ran his hand over his face.

“You have no skills?”

“Yes.” It wasn’t a secret. Most of the demon world had heard about his other half dumping him. Thanks to his eldest brother, who found the entire situation harliorous.

“Is it true that your other half stole them?”

Good way to describe what had occurred between him and his other half. The one that was supposed to spend his entire life with him had not even introduced himself to him. Harold did not even know his name. But he did know what the man looked like. Those deep rich brown eyes haunted his dreams every night.

“He did, didn’t he?” the man sat up and held his hand out to him. “Names’ Jasper, son of Lancelot of Level 6.”

Level 6 demon. Neat. He’d not seen one of them in a very long time. Like a century. He’d written the level off after . . . “Did you say Lancelot?”

“Yeap.”

“Your father was . . .”

“One and only.”

“I thought my life sucked ass.”

“Not as much as mine has. I mean . . . my father is known for the extension of our own kind.”

Shit. Lancelot had taken out Harold’s youngest brother and demanded the other Level 6 demons follow his way. When they refused he killed them, until there was none left. Or so, Harold had thought. “How did you survive?”

“Mom was human.” Japser patted the spot beside him. “How come your mate stole your powers?”

“Didn’t steal them persay.” Harold joined Jasper on the bed. “He requested the mate refusal before he even introduced himself to me.”

“Your father allowed that?”

“Yes.”

“Shucks.” Jasper picked up his hand and wrapped his fingers between his. “You ever heard of a Demon finding a second mate?”

“No.” Harold had searched every history book he could find for a sliver of a hope that he would be able to have a full life. None had came to life for him. “There’s none out there.”

“Then we are different.”

Harold locked eyes with Jasper.

“You don’t feel it, do you?”

“Feel what?”

“Your soul calling to mine.”

What was Jasper going on about? There was no way Jasper felt his soul call to him. There was only one other half per life.

“Mine is screamin for yours. There is no denying it.”

“There is no way.”

“It is.” Jasper took his hand and planced it over his heart. “Listen to my soul. If you open your mind, clear it, and let the past go, I bet you will hear it to.”

He wouldn’t. there was no way he had found a seoncd other half. It had never happened before. Even with his pure doubt, Harold found himself clearing his mind and opening himself up to . . . shit, there it was. Fuck. There was . . . he jumped from the bed and ran over to the trash. Yanked the codom up and . . .

“You shot your load good.” Jasper’s arms wrapped around his waist. “Shocked me when you put that damn thing on.”

Harold bet it did. Mates did not separate themselves from the time they met. Never. It wasn’t done. He had inadvertently disgraced his other half by doing so. Why hadn’t he taken note of Jasper belonging to him?

“I’m not offended.”

“Why not?”

“Took me a couple of minutes into our round of fucking to realize who you were to me. Another few minutes to take in just who you were. Then I realized what you had gone through with the other jerkwad and assumed you kept yourselves closed off to avoid being hurt again. Why else would you tell me up front that there would be no second time for us.”

“Shit.” Harold dropped the used condom and spun around in Jasper’s arms, sealing his lips over his, shoving his tongue down the man’s throat.

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Hi,

Hope all are enjoying their Labor Day Holiday. Myself, I’ve been finalizing the last few aspects of Merciful Wolf, Human-Skinned Wolves Book 6. Doesn’t mean I can’t take a few minutes out to give you guys your weekly Flash Fiction Fix.

Hope you enjoy and are able to let your imagination soar.

Julia

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Karen ran her hand over her face, groaning at the mess spread across the rich brown hardwood floor. What had Danny been thinking. He knew her boss was stopping by to drop off some last minute briefs that he needed typed up. He knew how important her job was to him. Did he totally forget his mind during the Full Moon.

“Uh . . . I don’t . . .”

“Do not give me an excuse.” She snapped and snatched up an empty pizza box. “I know you turn all furry and stalk mice once a month, but does that mean you have to draw everyone in the damn neighborhood to our home?”

“I . . . Sorry.”

“Sorry doesn’t cover this mess.” She shoved the box into his arms. “Help me get this shit up.”

“Do you really think I hunt mice?” Danny laid the box down and disappeared into the kitchen, returning with a huge black bag.

“I don’t know.” She didn’t. He did not give her details about that aspect of his life. All he’d told her was that he was a Cat Shifter and that once a month he would fade into a large cat that she needed to avoid. She’d made sure to do so. Normally. That night had been the first time she’d came to the house on a Full Moon. “Why is there such a mess?”

“Some of the . . . A few of my . . . Had some company.”

“You telling me that every month I leave you to have a boys night out?”

“No.” Danny dropped a armful of empty chip bags into the garbage bag. “Sometimes.”

“Not again.” She dropped the empty bear box. “You can go elsewhere each full moon. I’m not giving up my house again for your . . . furry ass.”

“Huh?” Danny froze where he stood. “I . . . This is the only place . . .”

“I know it is, but you can spend the night in the woods if you have to have space.” She crossed her arms. “or at one of your buddies houses.” She kicked a half full box of sodas. “That or I’m out.” She was tired of being in the dark. If he had not other option than to keep that aspect of his life from him, then he could keep it out of their place.

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Hi,

I know it’s been a couple of weeks since I posted. Sorry for that. Things have been a bit crazy around the house and it has taken me some down time to get going again. I hope that the last few days of editing, and making my weekly post is a sign of more days among the world of words.

Today’s scene simply comes from my fingers flying across the board while I sip my Cold Brew and stare at a black and white photo of an large mythical bird flying through a cove of flowers, trees, and other black and white plants that my mind can vividly see as bright green.

I hope the scene allows you to let your mind soar while you read.

Julia

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He chewed on the fingernails that no longer existed – who named there son Ox – praying that he got the approval required for him and Ox to be one for the rest of their lives. It wasn’t an easy process. Ox had to prove to his leader that I had a solid understanding of Ox’s strange way of life. How did one do that? How could someone ensure another person, a powerful person, a man of authority, that someone could accept that soon as Ox, a man that was loved more than someone entire life, had the approval that he would have to answer to Ox. Hand over his entire life. There’d be no more making decision about his life. Ox would have the last say on what he could do. Where he could work. If he could work. How the housework would be done, even though Ox would never lift a finger to help. That once he sealed himself to Ox that he, a man, would be able to conceive a child. Not something that he totally understood, but he could accept it. Not like he hadn’t dreamed of children. Just not carrying them. He’d seen him and Ox going to adopt a little boy, or girl, that needed a home.

Basically, Ox had to prove that the man he chose, the man he knew would accept that buried deep in side him was a wild, untamed demon, who required total control.

The door squeaked as it opened. Ox’s tall, broad shoulders fill the doorway. There was no smile. No frown. Simply stoic expression. He propped himself against the doorframe and then held his hand out to him.

“Well?” he made his way over to his man.

“Come give your life over to me.”

They had it. Ox had done it. They would be one for the rest of their lives.

“You changed your mind?” a deep voice rumbled behind him, making him sprint over to Ox and wrap his arms around his waist.

“No, Sir.”

“You feared getting my approval?”

Ox stpped out fo the doorway, revealing a man that’s head all but brushed the top of the doorframe.

“Yes, Sir.”

Ox hugged him tighter, giving him a light squeeze. “My man fears everything. I bet he had been chewing on the tips of his fingers.”

“You mean fingernails?” Ox’s leader said.

“No.” Ox lifted his hand and showed them to the stranger. “You see he has a bad habit, that I can’t seem to break him of.”

“The combining might solve that problem.”

“When can we have it, Sir?”

“Soon as you leave.” The man patted Ox’s shoulder. “Go start your new life. Take my greatest happiness with you and bring your man into our world and start the next phase of your life.”

Ox nodded and tugged him towards the main door, nodding at the woman sitting behind the receptions desk.

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Hi,

Hope all the fathers around the world had a great day. I spent mine writing in the morning and then the afternoon with my dad, then topped the day off with us celebrating my mother’s b-day. (Both fell on the same day). It was a great day. Hope every one else had such a wonderful day. If not, then maybe this short scene will start your week off on the right foot.

Have a great day.

Remember let your imagination soar as you read.

Julia

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All I could see was his glowing eyes. It made no sense to me. He’d said he had a secret to tell me, but . . . he’d said nothing about it coming through his eyes. He had to be wearing contacts. Right? Only thing that made sense. People’s eyes did not glow orangish-yellow. Nope.

“Neat contacts.”

“Robin, I am . . . Not contacts. My true side is coming forward to greet you.”

True side? What did that mean? David was as sane as me? Or . . . he had been until then. Then he believed he had a second side. Even wore contacts to . . .

“Greet me?”

David nodded. “He believes you will accept him.

What did that mean? No one had two sides. Ok, some did, but that was more . . . It wasn’t a separate being buried inside them. Then again . . .

She walked up to David and rested her hand over his eyes, then removed it when the orangish-yellow seeped between her fingers as it grew brighter. Contact could not give that affect. David . . . Shit. He wasn’t kidding. Was he? Was there any other way he could pull such a trick off? None that she knew of, which meant . . . Shit. He was telling the truth. Lord, have mercy, was she really buying into David’s story. He had said he could give her proof. Glowing eyes had her teetering on the edge of belief, but she . . .

“Need more proof.”

“Okay.” David stood up taller and lifted his arms to the sky.

His face elongated and his eyes rolled back in his head as the unusual colored eyes seemed to surround his entire face. Robin wasn’t sure what was going on, but she knew one thing . . . David had told her the truth and she’d asked for the inner side of David. The side he had called his True s Side. His Inner Spirit. Demon side. Crap. What had she asked him to do? What was she supposed to do? Run? Step back? Would fleeing make him chase her? She didn’t know, but wasn’t going to chance it, so she simply pulled out the dining room table chair and sat down and waited.

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Hi,

Hope all had an amazing week. Mine was busy and I did not get in much writing, but today is my dedicated day to writing. So I hope that this short flash fiction scene allows your imagination soar, like it did me when I saw the photo.

Photo came from: https://www.pinterest.com/pin/597852919255251103/

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I’d never seen anything like it. The owl sat perched on my leg, staring me in the eye. Movement seemed to have ceased. No other birds chirped. Crickets were quiet. It created a spooky atmosphere, but I was not scared. I knew my bird friend would not harm me.

My other friends freaked out when the owl perched itself on the railing. Hell, when the friendly wild bird hopped onto my lap they took off inside. Shara, my best friend, shouted at me to get inside, but I couldn’t do so. I had to run my fingers through the soft, silky feathers and stare into the bright blue eyes. I wasn’t sure how long I had sat there with the bird on my lap, but by the time it moved back to the railing all but Shara had left.

“Girl, get your ass in here.”

I’d take on more look at the amazing creature and went inside, knowing she was going to give me down the road for being so enthralled by such a wild creature, but I couldn’t help it. The bird had came to my house every night since I was mugged on my way home. Something about the bird eased my distress when I had to leave the house. I wasn’t sure why, but my gut told me that the bird was watching over me.

“You drive me mad.” Shara snatched her purse from the table. “Rest of the girls went home an hour ago. If you care.” She huffed. “I wasn’t going to leave you here for that wild beast to maul.”

“it wouldn’t have.”

“Right.” Shara moved to the door. “Call me tomorrow.”

“Will do.” I watched the door close and then spun back to the balcony. The owl had not moved. He sat with his head high and his eye latched onto me.

An invisible pull had me opening the door and sitting down at the bar. The owl hopped down and waddled to my feet, stopping. It was then that my entire life perspective shifted, right along with the owl.

Flash Fiction Scene

Hi,

Hope all had a great week. Once again, this scene comes from me just sitting down and letting my fingers fly. Hope you all are able to let your imagination soar when you read it.

Julia

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I ducked Carl’s fist cuasing him to shove it into the dry wall. Wasn’t my goal, but it gave me a minute to step around him and brace myself for his next attack. I expected him to freak when he found out about me belonging to the Supernatural World. Most humans despised us. Some hunted us. Some exerpientent on us, with and without permission. It had been like that for the last ten years. The humans just could not come to terms with my kind. I never thought Carl would fall into that catergory. Not alfter us being an item for over five years.

“Come back here you freak.” Carl braced his foot on the wall and jerked his hand free, spinning to face him. “You are not,” he lunged for me, but I dodged left, making him fall. He caught himself, landing in a pushup position.

“Come on, Carl.” I took four steps back. “You have known me for years.”

“I wouldn’t have if you told me who what you were.” He huffed and got to his feet. “Why?”

“Why what?”

“Keep this from me. Tell me now.”

“Do you have to ask why I kept this from you?” His reaction spoke volumes. Even after considering his reaction, my heart told me, and convinced me, that my species would not matter to him.

“What did you expect from me? That I would just . . . not give a damn?” Carl moved to the hallway closest, extracting one of his suitcases. “You are a fucking animal.”

“Hey.”

“Don’t hey me, Justin.” Carl walked past him, bumping his shoulder, making him stumble to the left. “You should have told me from the start. Given me the chance to decide if I wanted to fuck and animal or not.”

Answer was pretty clear. It’s also why I had not told him from the start. I’d hoped that after some time he would be accepting. Wrong. Looked like his lover of five years only cared about . . . what bothered him the most. Not knowing? Me being a Supernatural?

“What bothers you the most?” My stomach spun around and around as fast as my mind was. Not so much as sickness, but burning anger. “Don’t bother.” Didn’t matter anyway. All that did was that Carl made his stance on Supernatural beings clear as glass. “Just get out of here.”

“Be glad to.” Carl walked into the room they’d shared and slammed the door.

Flash Fiction Scene

Hi,

Hope all had a great week. Mine has been super busy, but productive. I managed to surpass the halfway point of my 30,000 word Camp NaNo word count goal this past week. Looking for more productivity in the upcoming week.

Hope you enjoy this week’s flash fiction scene.

Remember let your imagination soar when you read.

Julia

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Hank’s arm was red and soar from the continuously rubbing. What was he to do? He’d asked Rex to meet him here to tell him his deepest, darkest secret, and found himself unable to move. How was he suppose to talk to his best friend. His lover of five years. His time was up. The Lord of his Clan demanded he either chose Rex as his forever man, or kick him to the curve. Last wasn’t an option and he wasn’t so keen on settling down. It had never been in his mind when he met Rex. All that had been was taking care of the man who had been abandoned and broken hearted by some dickwad.

“Hey.” Rex hugged him tight and took the seat across from him. “Nice to see you tonight.”

“Sure is.” Hank rarely saw Rex during the week. Most of the time his job as the enforcer for his Clan kept him busy during the week.

“So . . .” Rex nodded to the waitress as she walked up. “Coffee, black, please.” The petite lady nodded and rushed back behind the bar. “Scardie woman.”

“You cause everyone to get tongue tied.” Hank liked that fact about Rex. He was unaware of how gergous he was and what kind of effect he had on others. Each step the man made turned heads. He had the perfect sandy-brown wavy hair that hung just over his shoulders and felt as baby soft as a newborn’s skin.

“So, what’s brought up this unexpected visit?” Rex waited until the waitress sat his drink down and left the table. “I mean . . . I like seeing you whenever I can, but you are the one who set the weekend only rule.”

He had been. It had been his way of them remaining separate, but it had did little to keep him from getting attached to the beauty, which is why he found himself in the position he was in. he could still hear his Clan Officiantor ordering him to either tell him, or dump him. That had been his words. Harsh as they were, there was no other way to put what had to have been done. He knew the rules when he got involved with a human. He was no different than any other of his clan members. Rules were there for the race’s overall protection.

“Have to tell you something.” Hank shook his head when Rex went to take his hand. It wasn’t until that minute that he knew what he was going to do. It wasn’t until then that he realized how fearful he was of settling down. So much that he would risk . . . The words he never thought would cross his lips were out of them before he could take his next breath. “We need to see other people.”

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Hi,

Hope all had a great week. Mine was busy with errands, but I managed to sneak in some editing time and writing time. Got to get ready for NaNoWrMo. It’s less than a month away. Looking forward to it. Hope you guys enjoy this little scene.

Have a great week and rmember:

Let your imagination soar when you read.

Julia

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“Fourth time this week.”

I groaned. How would I get it through someone head that I’m not interested when he, or she, lord he hoped it was not a she, if they sign it anonymous.

“Jeff Rakes, get in here.”

“Shit.” I muttered. Another day started off on the wrong foot. I should have gotten my ass out of bed before him and came in early. That way I could have thrown whatever had been left on my

I didn’t bother in stopping off at my desk. I squared my shoudlers, tigenting my  grip on the bagged lunch I’d made for Tom before I left the house. Not sure why I did so, but I hoped it appeased his jealous mood.

“Tom, good morning.”

“Don’t morning me.”

I sat his lunch bag on his desk. “You left without anything this morning. Thought you might like my famous club today.”

“Though you could bribe me to ignore your new lover’s little show of affection.”

“Tom, honey, we’ve been over this everyday this week.”

Least those times had been at home where none of the nosy office workers could see a lover’s spat. Each time I told him the same thing. There was no lover. I had no idea who left me those things. Nor did I care.

“Obviously you don’t care to at least tell him to stop being so blunt about your outside relationship.”

“There is no outside relationship.” I sat down in the chair in front of him, crossing my arms.

“So you said all week.”

“That should tell you something.”

“Yeah, you think I’m a dunce.” He slapped his chest.

“Calm your tone, please.” Didn’t have to be looking out the glass office window to know the entire office heard him. “We are at work.”

“Don’t give a rats ass.”

“I do.” I stood and headed for the door.

“If you walk out . . .”

I spun and pointed my finger at him. Kind of diva of me, but I was fed-up with him accusing me of sleeping with someone else after ten fucking years of being at his side. Holding his hand until he worked his way up the corporate ladder and landed in the CEO chair.

“Listen here. Either you trust me, or you tell me to get the fuck out. I’m done with this shit.” Without waiting for a response I marched out to my desk, snatched up the small four-by-four package and carried it back to him. “This is what I think of the packages and you.” I dropped the box into his trash can and marched back out to my desk.

“Jeff?”

Kevin’s tone told all I needed to know. “Why?”

“Thought it was time I told you how I felt and I could never catch you without him at your side.”

“Did that not tell you something?”

“Should have.” Kevin sighed. “I didn’t mean to cause . . . Never wanted you to be unhappy. I’ll go and explain it to Mr. Price.”

“Please don’t.” It would just make him lose his mind and in the state he was in, Jeff might deck him. Then Jeff would lose his job. Not something I wanted, even if him not knowing cost me his love.

“Why?”

“I have my reasons.”

“Then I’ll leave it be and quit sending you things.”

“That would be appreciated.” My shoulders slumped. “Thanks for whatever you sent me today.”

“Thanks. I’m sorry, again.”

“Don’t worry about it.” What else was I to say? He’d most likely ruined my ten year relationship when all he had to do was let his affection be. Not like he didn’t know I was involved with someone. And had been for years. 

Off week

Hi,

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.

Remember:

Let your imagination soar when you read.

Julia

Flash Fiction Scene – Stop The Anger

Hi,

Hope all had an amazing week. This week’s scene is short and sweet. Sorry, pressed for time today and I hope you enjoy it.

Remember: Let your imagination soar when you read.

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Can’t be happening. What has my world turned into? Total chaos? Devastation? Pain? Horrible dreams? Is it pure over reacting? Maybe. No. It is only fair for people, medical people especially, to talk to their patients before referrals are made. It is not fair for them to allow their patient to receive a call, unexpected and out of the blue, from a complete stranger about a program unknown to them. It is wrong. Unprofessional. Lord, have mercy, my life has turned upside down all because of one simple little phone call. How hard would it have been for the lady to pick up a phone and alert me that I would be receiving a call.

“What is wrong?” Kelly leaned against the door-jam.

“Nothing.” I snapped.

“Yeah, your nose just grew ten feet.”

“Did not.” I looked down to make sure.

“Then why are you sitting there rocking, like you always do when you are over stressing. I’ve not seen you do that since your final exam in Statics.”

Kelly was right. I had found my calm mojo over the last five years and this one incident was sending me into another realm of . . . What? Insanity? Yep. That’s what it was.

“Going to clue me in?”

Nope. Didn’t need Kelly telling me all the things I done told myself over the last two days. Simply, need to stop the anger and move forward. Do what I can and live my life.

Phrase Bumped Into Ex-Lover

Hope you all enjoyed the fireworks over the weekend. My dogs sure hated the noise, other than that I had a great weekend. Now, let’s get on with this weeks post.

This week’s phrase came to me when I saw someone stumble into another person when leaving the coffee house.

Hope you enjoy and remember,

Let your imagination soar when you read.

Julia

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JUST MY LUCK

What was this guy’s problem? First he didn’t look trough the double, glass doors to see if someone was entering the door he was charging towards. Topping his rudeness off he shoves the door open and blares into me, all but sending me onto my ass. All I wanted was a simple Mocha Ice Coffee with no whip cream. Not a square chinned, tall, blond hair God . . . Okay, maybe the entire situation wasn’t as bad as I first thought. No woman would mind being ran down by a hunk.

“Joan? Joan Tesserby” The man tilted his head to the left then gasped. “It is you. I’ve not seen you in ten years.”

I nodded. What was I to say? I let him tug me inside and out of the flow of entering and exiting patrons. No sense in getting ran over while I tried to figure out who the man was. I sure hadn’t known, not at first.

As he kept on jabbering on about what he did for a living an image of a matted, long, blond hair guy with slumped shoulders and goofy bell bottom pants, that was way out of their time period, came to mind. Time sure had been good to Peter. He no longer appeared to be hampered by his, I am who I am and won’t change for no one, attitude. Which had matched mine the last time I saw him.

“That’s what I’ve been up to, how about you?” Peter’s blue eyes sparkled as he leaned against the wall.

Another stumping question, I hadn’t accomplished a lot since graduating high school and ended our high school relationship. Not so much as a relationship, more like two teenagers experimenting with this and that. Main item on the experimental list had been sex. Peter sure knew how to please a woman.

I ran my hand down the newly pressed business skirt, which I hoped snag me the office assistant job I was interviewing for in an hour. If not . . . I was going to be living on the streets instead of buying me a way to expensive coffee.

I glanced at my watch and frowned. There was no time for a coffee. “I’m afraid I’ve got to be going. Wish I could stay and chat, but I’ve got to get to Hanger Office in half an hour.”

“Sure.” Peter tugged a business card from his pocket. “Give me a call and we’ll catch up.”

“Sounds great.” I took the card and headed back to my car.

As I cranked up I laid the card in the seat beside me and caught a glimpse of the Hanger Company logo. I stanched it up and read it.

Peter Whitmore

Hanger Company

Vice President

I banged my head against the steering wheel. “Double shit, he’ll be my boss.”

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