Flash Fiction Word - SPARK

Hi,

Hope all had a great week. Mine’s been busy editing Book 4 of the Human-Skinned Wolves Series. I’m also doing some free writing in between as well. Hard at work, but doing these flash fiction scenes give me a small break. Plus, ignites my creativity.

Have a great week and remember:

Let your imagination soar when you read.

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UNEDITED SCENE

ADULT CONTENT

M/M CONTENT

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Was that? Yep. A spark. Oh my God. How? Why? Couldn’t be. What was he supposed to do? Did the short, red haired, muscle the size of He-man notice? Hope not. No time for another male. Can’t keep up with the spitfire eight-year-old brother that was his to raise. Mother of all, why had his mother abandoned her youngest son? Why had she waited twelve years to have a second child for her to ruin?

“You okay?”

Shit. Not good.

“Let’s get you sat down.” The red haired man took hold of his arm, tugging him over to the metal bench under a Weeping Willow. He loved the way their branches surrounded him in a cocoon of warmth. Many of nights he spent burying his nose in a book under the one in the backyard while his mother and step-father shouted at one another until they passed out or puked all the beer they drunk during the day.

“Take a sip. Please.” Rough knuckles brushed his cheek. “Please.”

His mouth parted as plastic pressed against his lips. Cool water slid over his tongue and trickled down his throat.

“That’s it.” Deep sexy voice sent chills over his spine. “What’s your name?”

Taking a second sip gave him time to decide if it was wise to answer the question or not. If he did . . . The red haired man might think he was fair game. What kept him from doing so in the first place? Clearly, he’d saw the bright yellow spark flowing between them. The one true sign his kind was cursed with when they ran across their soul mate.

“Mine’s Timothy Green.”

Course, hardworking skin, fingers brushed a drop of water from his lips. Could he deny the man? No. Raptors, a dying out race of pre-histroical creatures, were dying out. Didn’t matter what sex you were. Each Raptor was born with the inate desire to reproduce once they ran across the one who owned their other half. Either could, and most of the time did, bare children. At least one. His mother, one of the rare female of his race, bore two. One on purpose. Him. He was to ease the urge in her. She never wanted children. Didn’t deserve them. She couldn’t take care of herself. Robert had been an accident. There was no way he could . . . No. Children wasn’t in his future. He had to think about his brother. Robert deserved a better life than he had. He could give him that much.

“You are shocked.” A hand ran across his head, knocking his hair off his forehead. “Understandable. Not everyday you run across your destined one.” The guy sat back, kicking his leg out. “We’ll take things as slow as you want.”

Great, did that mean he would leave him be for the rest of his life? He hoped so.

“Would help me if I knew your name.”

Was telling him such a bad thing? Timothy deserved to know who was going to leave him broken hearted, didn’t he? “Caleb.”

“Nice to meet you.”

Caleb’s phone beeped, reminding him he had to get to Robert’ school. “Got to go.” He stood and darted down the sideways, leaving behind him a gaping Timothy.

Flash Fiction Phrase Scene – Tits Up

Hi,

This week’s phrase scene came to me while I was sitting outside waiting on someone and a plane came in for a landing at our small airport. Kind of an odd place for this one to arise, but I’d been having a bad day and had a major headache.

Hope you enjoy this week’s scene.

Remember: Let your imagination soar when your read.

Julia

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Adult Content

If under 18 Leave read no further

Unedited Scene

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Mom always said a good day could go tits up in a matter of seconds. She was right that day, not only mine, but the entire worlds. No one knew why or how it happened. All they knew was when. Life as a whole came to a complete standstill. Lights went out. Air clogged with dust, leaves, and trigs. Water sources froze, or in some areas dried up. Satellites fell from the sky, destroying all paths of communication. People invaded their local churches.

Faithful and hardcore believers screamed, “The Lord is returned.” Others begged to be saved from the burning flames of hell. Then there was those who decided to gather and hoard items that would be needed in the future, anyway possible. Looters took to breaking glass to invaded local and chain wide stores. Of course, there were people who believed it best to eliminate those weaker than them, increasing the worlds already high murder rate.

All of these were reactions everyone should have expected. Most people were crazy when a disaster hit them. Me I threw up my heads and said, “What is wrong with everyone? Have they never heard of a day going tits up?” He sure had, but . . . That day sure took the icing of a huge chocolate devils food cake.

No Flash Fiction Week

Hi,

Hope all had an amazing week. Mine was so busy that I didn’t get a chance to write a post for this week, so I'm just checking in to say there is progress being made on Book 3 of the Human-Skinned Wolves Series. It is in the first stage of edits; therefore, the release date of June is still a go. (If this changes for some reason I’ll make a post about it.)

Have an amazing week and remember,

Let your imagination soar when you read or write.

Julia

Phrase Scene – Taken Back

Hi,

NaNoWrMo started yesterday so what a better way to kick the second day off than with a free written, non-edited phrase scene. Hope you enjoy this weeks. I sure loved writing it. In fact, I might end up incorporating this into a book at some point. I love the action in this scene.

Enjoy and remember:

Let your imagination soar when your read.

Julia

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Raven threw his father’s office door open, slamming it into the wall. His father lunged to his feet, snarling.

“Son, what the hell?”

“Do not ask me that?”

“I believe I will. You barge in here in some kind of fit.”

“Where is he?”

“Who?”

His dad had retaken his seat and leaned back as he had no care in the world. The man didn’t. He had men who did his dirty work. Each problem that arose provided some low life a new job. Raven had never partaken in his father’s criminal lifestyle, which had been how his father had wanted it. His mom had made one request of her husband; keep their children out of his mobster style life.

“Do not play coy with me, old man.”

“Watch that tone of yours.”

“I’m not scared of you. Where the heck is Donavan?”

“Lord.” His father rolled his eyes. “Not my fault if you can’t keep up with your side toy.”

“He’s not a side toy. He’s my husband and I want to know what you did with him.”

“First, men don’t marry men. Second, men don’t love men. Third, I know he’s off bounds, so why are you here accusing me of something I would never do.”

Raven hadn’t thought his father would ever break his word, but two months ago he’d proven just how low he could stoop. William Calvin Thurman Senior had deemed it wise to inform the world that his middle son would be marrying some socialite from New York, even though his son had legally married his partner of ten years the moment the law legalized gay marriage. Jason had found out before Raven had. There love was solid, but such news, mixed in with knowing how persistent William Thurman Senior was, had Jason trucking it back to Texas on the first flight.

“Where is he father?”

“I do not have Jason. If he’s gone then someone . . .”

A deep cough had Raven spinning around to face his eldest brother, who had even less to do with the Thurman family than Raven did. “What are you doing here?”

“Same as you I would say, but I know a bit more than you do.”

Junior tossed him a disk. “Received this thirty minutes ago. Use dad’s computer and watch it.”

“What is it, Junior?” Raven’s father waved to his seat.

“The Rancho Gang decided it was time for payback for your buyout.”

“I’ll fucking kill them.” Raven flipped the desk over and lunged at his father. “If they hurt Jason or Rebecca you will not live to see the sun tomorrow. We clear?”

“Damn, little brother.” Junior’s words broke thru his anger fog. “You are more like the old man than I even thought.”

“Raven,” his dad held his hands up and took a step back, “calm yourself. I’ll get them both back.”

Two of the security guards came in and looked the room over. “Sir, you okay?”

“Yes. A family issue is all.”

Raven had enough standing around he dug through the pile of papers and found his father’s address book and flipped through a few pages. He ripped out the one he needed and stormed out of his office.

“Son, where you going.”

“To take them back.”

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Phrase Flash Fiction Scene - Time’s Up.

This week’s post is a intriguing to me. It shows just how a tight spot can be changed before the one in it even knows. Hope you all enjoy this Phrase Flash Fiction.

Remember:

Let your imagination soar when you read.

Julia

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This insinuates M/M content.

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Kane didn’t know what to do; it’d been ten years since he left Fallen Heights. He wouldn’t have came back for another two years if his father hadn’t passed away, leaving him a mess to clean up. The junk man of Fallen Heights owned twenty acres of land full of . . . just what his nickname insinuated. He might have hated the shit his father collected and despised his old man’s beliefs, but he never stopped caring about Fallen Heights. More specifically, Zander Wolf.

Zander had been eight years old when his family transferred from Loganvile Pack to Fallenvile Pack. Kane had known the day the shaggy, curly red haired young boy stood on the pack entrance stage that the man would be his on his twentieth birthday. He’d gone straight to his Pack Alpha Wayne and told him. The two of them had made their way over to Mr. Wolf’s house right after the meeting ended.

Pack Alpha Wayne spared no time getting down to business when Mr. Wolf invited them to sit around the kitchen table. Kane remembered each of the ten scratches on the rickety old brown kitchen table. How could he not, it was where his entire life came to a crashing halt. Mr. Wolf hadn’t been pleased about Zander going to the Pack Alpha and announcing that he was Zander’s true life mate. True life mats could be found at any time and age, but a wolf shifter under the age of fifteen won’t recognize the other until after he’s fifteen when their hormones begins to come to life. In cases like Kane’s the wolf law is clear. A clear state of intention must be made to the Alpha and the Alpha must take the intention to the parent of the younger half of the mated pair. That ensures that at the older half is kept aware of any possible issues about his or her other half. Or that’s the case most of the time.

Most parents are thrilled about their child finding their mate so young, because true mates are rarely found. Mr. Wolf hadn’t been. In fact, Mr. Wolf enacted a clause that had not been used in the Fallenvile Pack in over two centuries, The Backpedal.

The Backpedal means that the Pack Alpha must ensure that the older half of the mated pair and the younger half of the pair remains separated until the age of twenty, which is the legal adult age among wolf shifters. It’s not an easy job for a Pack Alpha or the older mated half. There is my-near no possible way for an Alpha to guarantee the two pack members won’t run into one another, unless he sends the older pack member away. The older half will be miserable not being able to watch over his other half.

By the end of the night that Kane had met the one his entire life would revolve around he had agreed to go and stay with a pack who agreed to shelter him until Zander turned twenty. Kane had gotten his Alpha to agree to keep him updated on Zander. The Alpha had, it helped Kane, but his life had been miserable. Needless to say when he got the call about his dad’s passing he’d been a bit surprised that the Alpha requested he come home and handle his father’s estate in person.

“Place changed a lot?” Alpha said from behind him.

Kane hadn’t even heard or smelt his Alpha approach. “No, sir. Junk pretty much remained junk.” He chuckled and spun around, gaping at what . . . no who he saw standing beside the Alpha.

Kane couldn’t say anything else, all he could do was stare at the young man standing to the left of the Alpha. How could he not, the once curly red headed boy had grown into a taller, broad shoulder, long, curly haired sex on a stick god.

“Nice to meet you, finally.” Zander walked forward and offered him his hand.

Kane stared at the hand, wanting nothing more than to take it and yank the man into his arms, but if he did then he’d break the clause his father had enacted. Hell, by him standing in front of him he did so. It gave Zander’s father a reason to ask for his death.

“It’s fine, Kane.”

He shifted his gaze to the Alpha and shook his head. “What is going on? Why did you bring him here when you know . . .”

“My father no longer has control of me.” Zander lowered his hand and pulled a envelope from his back pocket. “Read it for yourself.”

Kane took the piece of paper and by the last sentence of the legal document he’d fallen to his knees. It was too good to be true. His mate had been declared a legal adult by the Head Shifter Council, meaning Zander could chose his true life mate whenever he wanted.

“I’ve known about you all these years.”

“How?”

“Eavesdropped on dad’s conversation with you and the Alpha.”

Kane chuckled at the image of little curly boy pressing his back against the hallway way, struggling to stay out of sight on the big bad adults.

“When?”

“Two weeks after my eighteen birthday. Went to the Alpha the day of my birthday and we mailed the request into the council that night.”

Kane read the legal document again, not quiet believing what he was seeing or hearing. Oh, he knew it was true, but it felt like a dream.

“See why I tried to convince you to come see your father before he passed.” The Alpha moved to his side and patted his shoulder. “Time is up. You can come back to your home.”

There were lots he could’ve asked his Alpha right then, but none of it matter anymore. He’d come home and knew the truth, but did his other half long for him like it seemed like.

Kane looked up at Zander and said, “Is that what you want?” As much as it would hurt him, if his other half didn’t want him to come and claim him then he’d be requesting to head back to his temporary pack.

“I think it is long overdue.”

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Phrase Flash Fiction – Stronger than you seem

This week I chose a phrase I’ve been using since I started eating and living healthier. I hope this scene is enjoyable to you.

Hope you enjoy and remember:

Let your imagination soar when you read.

Julia.

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Remember these scenes are unedited.

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I felt it. I heard it. I saw it. Whatever it was. No way to miss it.

The air ripples with horizontal rain cold enough to freeze soon as it touched anything, warm, hot, or cool. Doesn’t matter to the abnormal weather. Huge purplish circles spaced equally apart are spread across the sky, blocking the sun from touching the spring grass. Flowing from the circles are what sounds like metal clanking against metal and an ear-shattering scream which is followed up by a whistle shrilling.

Even weirder than all that is the way the people around me is reacting. The toddler are screaming and clinging to their mothers, who are staring up at the sky, refusing to move. The grade school age kids are sitting around the twiddling their thumbs, literally. The teenagers are raiding any car or building they see. The adult males are fighting amongst one another.

A straight out scene from one of those movies where the world is facing a natural disaster or an alien invasion, and has gone to hell.

I look around hoping to spot someone not affected by the insanity plaguing earth right then. There was . . . “Ah, another not affected.”

I ran through the hoard of people, dodging a fist or two and jumping over children sitting on the ground.

“Hey, hey, you over there.” I shouted twice and the guy finally spun towards me.

“Thank god. Someone else actually function like a human.”

“You know what is going on?”

“No. Radio’s dead.” He held up a portable radio. “Cell’s aren’t working, either.”

“Seen anyone else?”

“No.” He held his hand out. “Name’s Alexander.”

“Jack. I’d like to say nice to meet you, but . . . well it is, but just not because of this.” I waved my hand around me. “What you thinks going on?”

“No clue, but sure makes me wonder why we aren’t acting like them.”

“Because,” a dark haired man materialized from thin air between us, making both of us jumped back. “Because you are stronger than you seem.”

I stood there staring the three hands the man twirled around as he spoke. Okay, the scene around me just jackknifed more into the unrealistic realm than a movie realm.

“What’s that mean?” Alexander propped is hands on his hips.

He asked a good question, but there was nothing in the crazy ass world that would have made me interact with the creature standing in front of me. Not only did he have three hands, he also had two visible blades strapped around his waist. I was sure he had at least one ore over his shoulder and maybe even one on his back. He wasn’t someone you messed with.

“Means what it means. And apparently . . .” The man’s eyes shifted to me. “Only one of you are smarter than I thought.”

Wasn’t sure if he meant Alexander, or me but I wasn’t going to ask either. If he wanted me to know then he’d tell me. Until then, my lips remained shut and I watched and gathered all that I could.

Author’s Ramble On Book Classification and Update

Hi all,

Okay, I’m an organized person in almost all areas of my life, but putting books, music, video, or games into certain categories doesn’t appeal to me. I view them as fun and relaxing, which for me means I get to disregard all the structure I build for my life. Doesn’t mean I don’t understand the reason behind it. I do. I mean how many books are there published daily and already out there. There has to be some way to locate what you like to read.

However, these days most books don’t fall into just one category. So, an authors or publishers have to deem which their books fits into best. Problem is, not everyone has the same opinion on these. Yes, there are genre standards and guidelines, but coming from a reader’s perspective, it doesn’t always match with what I view a certain book as. Plus, as a reader and avid book buyer, I hate to go and look for a book in a bookstore when I view an author as Sci-Fi/Fantasy and I find the book stuck away in a total different genre group. I think this is why when I go to the bookstore these days, and I’m looking for a new author’s book, I automatically go to the helpdesk. Okay, this also might be because if I search through each genre I’ll find ten to twenty books other than the one I came for. Not bad for my reading time, but hard as heck on my wallet.

(Guess by now you’ve assumed I had yet another experience along this line when I was hunting a book this past week. Problem was, instead of the book I went after I ended up with three others, and not the one I went after. Know, I’ll have to wait to read the one I was looking forward to. Oh, well, gives me something to look forward to.)

I also think my view on classification of entertainment is why I have such a dang-gum blasted time deciding what area I declare my e-books. It’s bad when I can say deeming what genre my e-book falls into is just as aggravating as editing them. Yet, like I stated early I can see why and how doing so can assist readers as well.

Now, I’ve rambled on enough, so I’m going to move onto the update section of this post.

Update Time

This week I’ve strayed from the phrase/scene flash fictions I’ve been doing the last few weeks. Not actually sure why, but this ramble came to me instead, so like most author’s I went with what hit. Next week my plan is to return to the flash fictions stuff. I’m in the process of working on a blog story that I hope to have ready to release by the end of the year. No promises, but we’ll see.

Also, for the meantime I’ve let the book I’ve been preparing for release go. I’ll be coming back to it, at some point and time, but for now I’m going to move onto another story. I know this means there will be yet a longer delay on me releasing another book, but . . . Sometimes what an author thinks will work don’t mesh with what the characters of said book likes. When that happens you have to take a step back and approach it at another time. But I promise there will be another release from me as soon as I can get another free write through revisions and edits.

In the meantime, I’ll keep you update here, my website, and Facebook page. Until I have another for you to enjoy and get lost in, I hope you find some other great reads.

Hope everyone has a great week and remember:

Let your imagination soar when you read and write.

Julia