Phrase Scene

NaNoWriMo is over and for the fourth year in a row, I won. That means that I know have three stories ready for revisions. Looks like next year might be a great year for me when getting books ready for publication.

Still, that is next year. This is still 2017, meaning I have to focus on now, and right now, it is time to write a scene. Phrase for the week is Stuff it. One I hope you enjoy and one that allows your imagination soar.

Have a great week.

Julia

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Raphael took another look around the place he’d called home for the last ten years. The Combs had been in his life longer than anyone else. He loved them. They told him they loved him. Lies. All lies on their part. Raphael had loved Mr. and Mrs. Combs. They’d been there for him during the most trying times of his life. His mother’s death. His grandmother’s rejection. His father’s point blank denial of him. He never once saw an ounce of prejuicde in them. Why did they? How could they? He was still the same human. Same young man. Same person who came to their door when he was eight years old.

“Raphael, man, you ready?”

No. He was no ready to leave the one place he felt safe. Not that he dreaded moving in with Jake. He loved Jake. The two of them had spoken many times about them taking their relationship to the next level, but Raphael had not expected it so soon. He’d wanted to finish college first.

“Come on, man.”

Raphael reached up and let his hand rest against Jake’s cheek as he rested his head on Rapael’s shoulder. “I can’t believe this.”

“I know man, but they made their selves clear.”

Boy had they. The moment Mr. Combs came in and found Raphael kissing Jake, the entire atmosphere had shifted from loving and caring to rage and disgust. The two had words, harsh and unforgettable words, but the last words Mr. Combs had said to him was the cruelest and drifted through Raphael’s mind every other second.

“We should have sent you back the day you arrived.”

Raphael’s entire body had stiffen and his mind spun so fast he had no clue what he said next. Not until two hours later when Jake held him in their beds. He’d came back at Mr. Combs with two words. “Stuff it.” Not the most original, or hardcore, comment, but the only thing that Raphael’s rattled mind could think of. Nothing left for him to do. They’d made themselves clear. He had one hour to pack up his clothes and photos of friends and leave their home.

“Your hour is up.” Mrs. Combs said from the top of the steps.

Raphael squeezed Jake’s hand and turned toward the door. He had no idea where his life would go from there, but at least he had Jake.

Phrase Flash Fiction – Free Quote

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Hope all had an amazing Easter. Mine was full of food and family time. Also snuck in some writing. Not sure where this week’s phrase comes from, but I hope the little bit of time I spent (and I do mean little) provided a bit of fun or entertainment for you all.

Remember let your imagination soar when you read,

Julia

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“Free Quote? Free Quote! Free Quote!”

I bit the furthest corner of my cheek as Eddie marched back and forth between the kitchen sink and stove. Five steps each way. Didn’t seem to bother him one bit. Would have me. Pacing required a large distance. Specially, when everything else was closed in on him.

“Charge in. Storm the gates. Man the ceiling. Hold the rifle.”

Hold the . . . Lord, have mercy. “Will you shut up.”

Eddie’s head whipped towards him, baring two sharp fangs. “How dare - -“

“How dare I what? Shut you up. Make you listen to your own foul words. Wake you up from the deep misery you have been living in for the last four hours.” Not that I could blame him for doing so. He’d watched his entire family be slaughtered by the Oxford family. “Or make you listen to your own stupid words. Do you really think hold the rifle fits in this situation?”

“I did - -“

“You did.”

“There is no way I said hold the rifle.”

“I think your exact words were, ‘Charge in. Storm the gates. Man the ceiling. Hold the rifle.’”

“Why would I say such stupidness?”

“Don’t know. Made about as much sense as Old Man Oxford calling me up and telling me it was time for me to place my free quote.” I’d yet to figure out what the old jackass was spouting on about. “Sure seemed to register with you. Care to fill me in.”

“He did not say that did he?” I nodded at Eddie. “My grandfather swore by the saying.”

“What saying?”

“Stupidest thing I’ve heard of.” Eddie brushed his hand across his mouth. “Old Man Oxford referred to the old battle phrase “Free Quote to the dead.”

“Never heard of it.”

“Me either until my grandfather swore that if you knew your death awaited you that you called the other leader and gave him headsup of sorts.”

“Heads up?”

“Yes. By Old Man Oxford relaying the message for you to place your free quote he is letting you know he expects to die at your hands, so he giving you permission to name a price on his head.”

“Price on his head? I do not want his head. For nothing. He did not dishonor me or my family. It is up to you to price his head. Not me.”

“Mine?” Eddie shook his head. “Oh, no. Not I.”

“Yes.”

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Hi,

This week’s flash fiction phrase came about while I was watching a show I missed on Demand. LOL. Funny where things to life at. Hope you enjoy this week’s post.

Remember let your imagination soar when you read.

Julia

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Ten . . . Nine . . . Eight . . . Seven . . . Six . . . Five . . . Four . . . Three . . . Two . . . One. Back to life. He opened his eyes, finding himself right where he had been when he began counting.

“Life sucks.” He kicked his shoes to the side and yanked his shirt over his head.

A flicker of light blue caught his eye. He moved to the side of the room he’d avoided for the last five months. Since the night Detective Joe Ringer, whose dark hair matched the darkness he brought to the doorstep of unexpecting lovers.

Kyle’s firehouse caught a late shift call. Dispatch had told his team it was a simple barbeque pit fire call that filtered over onto some grass. Dispatcher screwed the team from the get-go. The fire had been for an apartment building fire started by tenant building his own fire-pit for a child’s first birthday party. Fire spilled out onto the grass and quickly spread to the building, enlightening the bottom floor. Someone had stored a propane tank on his back porch. It blew, engulfing the entire back part of the apartment. By the time Kyle’s crew arrived five other buildings in the complex had caught fire. Kyle and his crew jumped into gear, pulling one right after another. The last time Kyle went into a building he never . . . That had brought Ringer to his doorstep dropping the worse news he could have brought to anyone.

He shook the horrific memory away as he fingered the neon blue set of beads him and Kyle had gotten on their last vacation together. A better time in life. One he wished he could rewind back to each morning instead of waking up to an empty bed, that send him fast forwarding to a bleak and barren life that had become his and would remain his until the day he took his last breath.

Flash Fiction Phrase - Say What

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This week’s flash fiction phrase scene is one some of us say when we get ill, or someone is taking their sweet time admitting to something. Hope you guys enjoy this weeks scene.

Remember let your imagination soar when you read.

Julia

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Johnathan stood looking out the window, dreading what was to come. Only time his lover rambled on and one was when he had to say something undesirable. Wasn’t the first time Ray came home baring bad news. Both times included him sticking his dick somewhere it didn’t belong. Both time Ray promised it would never happen again.

Johnathan was tired of the lies. Tired of the decent. Tired of coming home after a long night of dancing at the club while his lover sat among the hoard of male patrons begging for a fleeting moment of his time.

“Are you listening?” Ray’s hand ran down his spine, making Johanthan’s skin crawl. “I promise I did nothing.”

Huh? Did nothing? What in the world had Ray said?

“Sweetheart, did you hear me?”

“No.” Johnathan stepped away from Ray’s roaming hand and glared out the window. “Did not want to hear you say it again.”

“Say what?”

“You know what.”

“I told you I did nothing.”

“Like I’m suppose to believe that.”

“You are. I threw the jerkwad out of the club and banned him.”

What? Why did Ray think such actions would help his case. “Don’t care what you did with your lover. I’m done with . . .” He waved his hand in the air.

“What? Why?”

“This is your third strike.”

“My what? Sweetheart, you are not making any sense.”

“Do I have to spell it out.” Johnathan spun and shoved Ray back into the small center island. “I will not tolerate you cheating on me.”

“I haven’t.”

“Twice.”

“Yes. I promised not to the last time and I meant. I have not been with anyone other than you.” Ray shook his head. “What does this have to do with me having to ban a jerk who yanked Tommy down from the stage.”

Huh? What was . . . “What?”

“You did not hear me, did you?” Ray made a step towards Johnathan, but he stepped back. “I told you I confronted the man, but he swung at me. The bouncers took him out and I banned him. He called the law on me, telling them I hit him.”

Shit. He’d thought . . .

“What made you think I cheated on you.”

“Your . . . voice.” Johnathan huffed. “You had that tone you used each time you came to me and admitted your betrayal.”

“Sweetheart, I know - -“

‘Save it.” Johnathan didn’t need to hear his excuses or more apologizes. He needed to be able to trust his lover. Clearly, he couldn’t. Clearly, the last time had done more damage to their relationship than Johnathan admitted to himself.

“Sweetheart, what do I have to do to show you I meant my promise.”

There was nothing he could do. It would take years to rebuild trust, if it was even possible. “I think . . .” No, he was sure there was nothing but time and a bit of separation that would help. Johnathan needed times to clear his head and evaluate his feelings for Ray. “You need to find you a place to stay.”

“No.” Ray rushed towards him. “Don’t give up on us.”

“I’m not. I need . . . space.”

“Please, don’t - -“

“Don’t. I need this. Find you a place to stay.” Johnathan steeped around Ray and headed to his bedroom.

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.

Julia

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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.

Flash Fiction Scene

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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.

Julia

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. 

Flash Fiction – Come and Get It

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This week’s flash fiction came to me while cooking Thanksgiving Dinner, so I ran to my little stash of papers and jotted it down. Ah, the strange times when an idea strikes. Right between sticking the rolls into the oven and cutting the ham.

Hope all enjoyed their Thanksgiving and are not in to big of a rush for Christmas to come and go. Yet, at least.

Have a great week.

Let your imagination soar when your read.

Julia

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Jonas tapped the wooden spoon against the rim of the pot of boiling potatoes. Mere hours away from his entire family joining him for their family meal. Ten hungry people, didn’t scare him. What did, ten family members with full bellies being introduced to his lover. He’d never let them meet one of his men before.  He’d never been head over hills for someone like he was Tim. His family knew, and disliked, his preference, but what could they say. He was a natural born Pride Master. No one, in the pride at least, could match his strength. No one dared challenge him. The last person who had, was the ex-Pride Master. He’s know fifteen feet under the ground in pieces, so his panther’s soul can never return to Earth.

“Jonas,” strong arm wrapped around his waist as warmth seeped through his shirt. “You smell like pure tension.”

“I can’t help it.”

“Your family will know the minute they walk in that something is off.”

He knew it. Anyone of the Pride members would. He reeked of sweat and charcoal.

“Come on, let me give you something else to think about.” Hands slipped over his cock. “Sure I can take your mind off of me meeting your family.”

“Sure you can, but if I’m going to yell Come and get it then I have to tend to this massive amount of food that it takes to feed my family.”

“I’ll come and get it.” Tim’s soft lips kissed the base of his neck, then teeth clamped down over his skin, making Jonas push back into him.

“Crap.” Why did his man have to know all his weak spots. No one before Tim had been allowed to bite any section of the back of his neck. Dominate Shifters let no one take control of them, without a deep reason.

“I know how to take care of my big bad Pride Master.”

“That you do, but it doesn’t change the fact I’ve got four hours of cooking ahead of me.” Jonas snuggeld into Tim’s hold then rested his head on his shoulder. “Go find a movie or something to watch.”

“Fine, but soon as you change your mind, Shout Come and Get it.”

Jonas chuckled as Tim shook his butt before he left the kitchen. He had the perfect lover. Perfect man to take home to the family. Perfect man to make his, officially, one day soon.

Flash Fiction Scene – Every Red Light

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This week I’m not quite sure where this scene came from, besides the depths of my imagination. I hope each of you enjoy it.

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I sat at the stoplight tapping the steering wheel. I glanced at the dashboard clock, cursing for the hundredth time. My job interview was in five minutes and every freaking red light was catching me. I still had to beat the ten o’clock train that passed each day, holding traffic up for fifteen minutes. There was no way I would make it.

“What a way for the day to go.”

The light changed and I hit the gas pedal, only to slam my breaks back on. There was no way. Dogs did not get that big. Okay, some might come close to hovering a good two heads above the front end of a jeep, but not four. The dog’s dark, rich multicolored coat shined as if it’d just been brushed and bathed. The abnormally large animal’s eyes glistened with amusement. Not a look I’d ever seen on a dog.

“You going to stare at me, or get out, my beauty.”

It talked? Couldn’t have. It had. The long snout had lifted and fell as each word came to life.

“Come on, beauty. Get out of the car and let me see what fate has given me.”

Shit if I would. I was losing my mind. That was it. Nope. The huge dog was not standing there. I was simply imagining things so I had an excuse for being late. Not a good one, but anything was better than saying every red light caught me.

“Come on, beauty, I’m not going to harm you.” The large animal put his front paws on the hood of the car. “Come one, don’t make me shift in the middle of the road.”

Shift? What in the . . . Shit! My head fell forward, slamming into the hard steering wheel when a bright white light flashed, leaving behind a naked hung.

Flash Fiction Phrase Scene - Moving Forward

Hope all is well today. It’s been an amazing weekend for me. I spent a lot of time with my family, gathering stuff to make for the Christmas tree and some outside/inside decorations. I’m going to be super busy painting and creating something other than stories for you guys. This shopping and gathering is what inspired this week’s scene.

Enjoy the rest of your week and remember:

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Sunlight shown, lighting the clear blue sky with some yellows and orange. The softness of the image relaxed me enough to do the tuff task I’d put off for over two years. Whoever said moving forward was easy never faced the challenge.

Jane would have came back from the afterlife just to kick my own ass. She told me multiple times during her struggle with MS that she did not want me to mourn her the rest of my life. She wanted me to get back to the life I used to love. The rush of the chase of a stupid criminal who thought he had enough energy to outrun the big bad Joseph The Animal. Little did people know that the name was more accurate than they dreamed possible. What made me good at my job was my extra strong sense. Having a hidden tiger sure gave me a leg up among people.

“You’re procrastinating.” I gripped the gold urn in my hand. “You can do this. It’s simple.”

Boy was it anything but. Hardest task I ever had to do. I had many talents thanks to my tiger, but taking away a human illness was not one of them. My mom had told me I was setting myself up for heartbreak when I married her. Not because Jane would die one day, but because my mom wanted me to wait until I ran across my true mate. I cared less for waiting. Jane was the perfect woman for me. Loyal. Loving. Caring. Beautiful. Awesome. There was no one like her in the world.

“Son,” my dad’s voice had me spinning around, “I thought you might need some help.”

He did.

“I know losing someone you love is hard. Doing as they wish is even worse.”

How did his dad know? He’d been mated for twenty-seven years.

“Joseph, I’m going to tell you something that your mother wanted kept from you.”

“Huh? What are you going on about? Why would mom keep something from me?”

“When I was eighteen I met and married a human woman. I loved her with all my heart.” His father sighed. “Part of me always will.”

His dad had married a human? Wow. Not something I ever considered as a possibility.

“A year after we married she gave me a beautiful little girl. I watched her take her first step. Heard her first word.”

A unknown child. I sat the urn down before I dropped it. My job was to release Jane’s ashes across the orchid meadow where we met. Not break the urn and dump her ashes like a fool.

“The day after her fourth birthday I met your mother. There was no denying she was my mate. There was no denying what I had to do. No matter how much it hurt and boy did it. I told your mother upfront about my wife and daughter. We discussed how to handle things.” His dad wiped his brow and looked up at the sky. “Your mother and me knew the pull of the mate would not allow us to be apart for long. I went home and broke the news to my wife. She was so ticked at me that she took our daughter and left the house. Five hours later, the law came to the house and informed me of the wreck that took her life.”

Shit. That had to be hard. A daughter gone along with the woman he loved. His father must have blamed himself for their loss. Had part of his father blamed his mate? I would have. I would have blamed anyone for Jane’s passing if there was someone to take it. There was.

“Took me about five months to come to terms with what had happened. Your mother helped me deal, but it was no easy on her. Do you see why she was so deadest on you waiting to find your mate? She wanted to save you from the pain I suffered.”

He did, but still did not agree with his mother’s thoughts. “Do you regret your time with your wife and daughter?”

“Not one minutes.”

“I do not regret one minute of my time with Jane. Never will.”

“I know son.” I picked up the urn and opened it. “Join me in putting my wife to rest.”

“Would be my honor.” 

Flash Fiction – Knocked Down

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Hope everyone had an amazing weekend. Mine was great. Saw some family and spent Sunday at the coffee house, working on some revisions and edits. Just a side note, before we go to the post, I will be posting the pre-release link for Hidden Wolf  Human-Skinned Wolves Book 4 Series sometime this week. I’ll make another post for you all.

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Jacob scanned the room, taking in his situation. Three brutes blocked the living room door. A hulk like guy stood in the middle of the room with his arm around Sammy’s throat, threating to snap his neck if he didn’t give him what he was owed. What was he owed? Who was he? Why did he think Sammy owed him anything? None of that mattered. What did was getting Sammy away from the manic.

One door was unguarded, but it led into the hallway. He’d have to race down it to get to the backdoor. Jacob wasn’t stupid. He knew there’d be goons guarding his last chance exit. Hell, they might even have the kitchen door blocked by someone. All that taken into consideration, he was left with one option.

“Sammy,” revealing the truth to Sammy was going to get him knocked down in a bigger way than the goons could ever dream of. “You know how much I love you.”

Sammy’s eyes went huge, but he remained silent. Like he had any other choice.

“Keep that in mind.” Right up front until and never let it go. If these assholes ripped Sammy from his life he’d hunt down the lunatic that sent them and burry him so deep no one would ever find him. “I mean it babe, keep it in front and never forget it.”

Jacob jumped towards the hulk like guy holding Sammy and slammed into them both. He made sure most of his shoulder hit the bad guy. Sammy helped a lot by stomping the guy’s foot when he saw him move. The guy loosened his hold enough that Sammy could let himself fall on his ass and roll to the sofa.

Guns fired and three others rushed into the room with guns drawn. Next few minutes were kind of . . . blur was understatement. He yanked his knife from his boot and stabbed the man that’d been holding Sammy. Jerked the man’s gun from his holster and fired six shots. Hitting his mark each time. He didn’t spare a single one of them. Okay, the goon he’d knocked down would be alive, but not talking for some time.

When all the noise faded Sammy crossed his arms and cocked his head to the left. Sure fire sign that he wanted an explanation and he was not going to wait until his man called the police station to come and clean the mess up.

“I’ll - -

“Now or you leave with whoever you want to call.”

Great. Why did he have to fall in love with such a stupor guy. “Fine.”

Flash Fiction Phrase – Walk Away

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Hope all had an amazing week. Mine was busy with free writing. I love weeks where I just sit down and let my imagination soar into another realm of reality. This week’s post sort of comes from that idea, because when I get into the flow of free writing I sort of walk away from everything around me.

Enjoy and remember:

Let your imagination soar when you read.

Julia

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Donavan pushed my arms above my head, gripping them both in his massive hand. He nipped my lower lip and whispered, “Leave them there and don’t move.”

Wasn’t quite sure how he expected me to obey him when his thick, bulging cock brush against my equally raving rod. It’d been three long months since he walked away from me to go and tour the world with his band. We’d spoken each morning and night, even skyped a couple of times, but there was nothing like feeling his firm body pressed against mine as he slid up and down my body.

“Um . . .” Donavan licked a path from my right nipple to the left. “Taste like heaven.”

Felt like heaven. There were loads I wanted to say to him, but all that came out were deep throat, scratchy moans of pure unadulterated pleasure.

“My man’s missed my touch.”

More than his touch. His kisses. Him leaving toothpaste on the sink. Leaving his dirty clothes laying in the bathroom floor. His muddy shoes staining my white hallway carpet. Plan out missed every little thing about him, right from his nerve wracking habits to his wonderful, lustful ones he delivered when we were alone on the farm.

“That’s it, baby. Show me how happy you are for me to be home.”

My hand slipped around our cocks as his slid up mine. One firm grip and Donavan was singing his own sweet music. God, I’d missed hearing his pleasure fill our little love room.

“Never . . .” I slammed my lips over Donavan’s and forced my tongue down his throat, tasting every corner before I pulled back from the kiss. “Walk away from me again.” I knew my request was useless, but . . . Worth a shot. I wasn’t sure how many more times I could survive having to run the farm by myself while my man was off running from country to country singing for a crowd of rowdy females who had no qualms about flashing him their breast. As if he cared to see them. Donavan had never in his life been interested in a woman. Donavan told him the first time they’d met that he’d came out of his mom’s womb hunting for a nice man to fuck into the mattress.

“Ready to finish our welcome home Donavan Dance?”

Boy was I. “Take me all the way to the moon and back. Make me shout and scream for my man.”

Flash Fiction Scene – Stop The Anger

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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.

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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.

Flash Fiction Phrase – Move It

Hope all had an amazing week. Mine has been super busy, but I’m still working hard on creating more stories for you guys. This week’s flash fiction post is geared more towards a serious and intense scene. Enjoy and remember, Let your imagination soar when you read.

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Move it? Was this asshole serious? How did he expect anyone of us to move when his ten men in arms trained an assault rifles on each of the tellers? Robbers were stupid.

“Are you guys deaf?”

“No.” I spoke up, not caring what happened to me. I had no family to worry over, unlike George whose wife was expecting a set of triplets. Or Susie, who had a little four-year-old son to raise on her own. There were seven other of her co-workers all with similar stories. Not me, though. I was single. Had no children. Had no boyfriend or friends to consider. Both parents were resting safely in heaven. I was a bonafied loner, who only left the house to come to work and pick up groceries. Nope no one cared if some idiot thief shot me down in cold blood. Plus, it was my job. Sometimes being over everyone could really suck. “Listen,” I remained still and kept my voice calm, while withholding my authoritative tone I pulled on all my employees. “I can give you whatever you want, but I need you to let the others go.”

“Who are you?”

“My name is Miss Tanner. I’m the Branch Manager.”

“Good.” The guy came up to me and jabbed his gun towards the door leading back to the safe deposit boxes. “Let me in there and the rest can go about their daily lives outside the establishment.”

“Let them leave then I’ll take you in.”

He motioned to the guys behind him, who stepped to the side, letting my coworkers pass them. Tonya’s shoes squeaked, like always when she walked across the rich brown wood floor. When they faded out, I tugged the keys free and headed toward the safe deposit boxes.

Flash Fiction Scene – Change sucks

This is yet another week of fiction that comes from my own emotional state of mind. Sorry for such dreary post the last couple of times. I promise I will try to lighten the mood next week, but as anyone with a creative bone in their body knows, you go where your mind takes you.

Have a great week.

Remember let your imagination soar when you read.

Julia

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Life can suck worse than a thumb tack stuck in your foot. Okay, maybe worse since the thumb tack can be removed. Change . . . it can’t be avoided. Not even if it is going to upend years of hard work and years of staying stable and in control of your own mind. Nope. It can’t be avoided. Change sucks.

“What is it?” Soft hand slid under my hair, picking up the gentle massage that always soothed my racing through. “You’re going to get lines.”

I huffed, not worrying about lines, but it was typical comment from Mark. The man obsessed over his flawless perfection. I had to agree his rich brown skin was the second thing that drew me to him. First, was his masculine, slightly slanted cheek bones. He was perfection served on a silver platter.

“Ricky . . .”

Oh boy, I was in for it. He never called me by my whole first name, unless he thought I was being childish. Might have been. No need for him to worry over my own stability when I was going to be doing it enough for the next few months.

“I mean it, babe. Tell me what is going on.”

Wasn’t going to bring him down with me. He didn’t need to worry over my ass. He done that enough over the years. Nope. Not bothering him with this issue. Going to keep it . . . Who was I trying to kid. My mouth opened and let it spill free, relieving some of the tension ebbing through my veins.

“My therapist isn’t working for the company anymore. Means I’m going to have to change doctors as well.” I waited for the nod of understanding or the look of sadness mixed with dread, but what I got was way worse. I think. Maybe not. Not sure. Either way, my lover of five years took my mind off the pending change.

“You aren’t the same person. You overcome so much, this will be like taking that long haired little white and gray animal you call Bandit for his daily walk. Doable in your sleep.”

My mouth was pressed against his before the last word hit my ears. It wasn’t the least bit of a sexy kiss, but it wasn’t meant to be. It was meant to show him just how much I appreciated his confidence in me, even if I was sure his words were wrong. It helped to hear encouraging words. It helped to have someone take note of all the progress I made over the years. Other words, my lover did exactly what he always did. Eased my distress.

Flash Fiction Scene – Life Long Love

Hi all,

I must have been feeling kind of sad when I wrote this week’s post, but guess we all have those days. Still, I hope the post entertains you and gives you an insight to how deep love can run.

Have a great week.

Let your imagination soar when you read.

Julia

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The back of Darrel’s hand ran across his face, staring down at his hand. Something wasn’t right? Why was he staring at his hand? Were there more tears gracing his tanned skin? Should have been. How could there not be? Did it mean love didn’t run as deep as two lovers believed? Had to have. His father and Darrel had been together for thirty years, ten of which before dad and him decided to extend their family by adopting. July 10 of 1996 had been the best day any foster child the age of five could have.

“You okay, baby?” Kimp wrapped an arm around him.

‘Fine, sweetie.”

“Liar.” Kimp kissed his cheek, squeezing his waist. “Jake, I’ve been at your side for six years and when you nibble on your lower lip there’s something amiss in your perfect world.”

Course he knew me. Kimp ran across the track field, right in the middle of a hurdle challenge, after he got one look. It’d been kind of funny. Kimp had been the star of the track and field event, but instead of heading to his next jump he diverted directions and charged towards some college freshman with an arm load of books who’d stumbled to the wrong section of campus.

“Okay. Not so fine.”

Kimp didn’t respond, with words at least, but his raised eyebrow and one eye stare spoke volumes. His lover wanted him to continue.

“Darrel . . . he was wiping his face again and . . . he seemed . . . There he goes again.”

Kimp titled his head from side to side, frowning. “He’s upset. Isn’t that expected?”

“Yes.” More than, but . . . “Watch. He’ll look at his hand.”

“So?”

“Why?”

Kimp shrugged. “He lost his lover in the most horrifying way. I’m sure Darrel is upset.”

“But he’s not wiping his hand as if . . .”

“You don’t think he’s crying?” Kimp took hold of his chin. “I’m promise you, he is crying. Inside, if nowhere else.”

“Then why . . .”

“Darrel and your dad lived a long happy life together. He will cry many nights, even years from now, but crying don’t require tears each time. Maybe . . . He might be surprised not to feel any tears. It doesn’t really matter does it?”

Did it? No. He knew Darrel loved his father. He’d seen them together each day of their live for the last twenty years. There were no two people more in love than his father and Darrel. Well . . . besides him and Kimp. There was no way . . . He wasn’t going there. Nope. Not even bringing that possibility to life. If he thought, it . . .  He was not jinxing his and Kimp’s life. He never wanted to experience losing his lifelong love.

Scene Flash Fiction – No Magic Left

Hope everyone had an amazing week. If not then maybe this little unedited scene will brighten the start of your week. Have a great one.

Remember let your imagination soar when you read.

Julia

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My stomach cramped from laughter. Kelly, the most logical and sane person I knew, told me she was a witch. At first, I thought I misheard and she called herself a bitch. She’s done it many times when she was ticked at overlooking something. She quickly set me straight when I reminded her of how un-bitchy she was. Slap upside the head was her retaliation for what she called stupidity. Then the beanpole look-a-like fiery red haired woman informed me she’d turn me into toad if I misheard her again.

“I meant what I said.”

I didn’t doubt she had. One small problem, there was no magic left among the world. The wizard people died out before either one of us was born, thanks to the air pollution eating away their natural born talent. The wizard people had been spread out across the entire world for centuries, but the last ten years of their existences they’d openly lived among the humans. Many made a great living by creating and selling simply spells. Other used their skills to assistance the dying. Unlike what the wizard people feared when the world discovered them there was no hostility or riots against them. They were accepted into the flow of society.

“Jack . . . I’m warning you.” Kelly pointed her index finger at me. “Stop the hyena laughter or I’m going to make you a ugly brownish frog.”

“Kelly . . .” I pursed my lips, forcing the next round of belly holding mirth down. “The joke is . . .”

A white little spark flew from her fingertip and zapped me in the dead center of my chest. My hand flew up to my chest, but the small streak was gone and so was my hours spent in the gym masculine chest. I looked to where Kelly had been standing and saw only bright blades of grass.

Flash Fiction Phrase What to do?

Hi,

Sorry I forgot to make a post last week. Kind of a busy one. I do apologize. I hope this week’s post finds everyone having an amazing Fourth of July. Let is spark your week off in the best way.

Remember let your imagination soar when you read.

Julia

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What to do? What to do? Red, orange flames flowed from the ground. Not like any fire he’d ever saw. Nope. There was no smoke to choke you or make your eyes sting. There was only heat and it crept towards him, no one else. It consumed nothing, not even the browning grass under it. The strange flame had its non-existing eye set on him.

“Move, Theo.”

Theo whipped his head towards Sal, the one friend he had since first grade. What was Sal doing there? He couldn’t let his best bud come to his rescue. The flame was deadest on his target and that wasn’t Sal. Sal needed to remain far from the sitatuion at hand.

“Get out of here.”

Theo darted to his left, taking the trail behind him. He knew it well. Should, he ran it four times a day. Who would’ve known a steady routine of jogging would truly save his life one day. The unusual fire did just like Theo expected, followed. Problem was, faster he ran the closer the fire seemed to get.

“What now?” He asked himself, but got an answer from Sal.

“You let me do my job.”

“What the . . .” Theo stumbled, landing hard on his hands. “Where did you come . . .”

“Not now.” Sal stepped in front of him and lifted his hands, chanting in some strange language. Sort of resembled someone talking backwards. The fire was an inch away from him, but instead of touching him it began to shrink and a loud shrill filled the silent night.

Theo watched on as the fire disappeared and the late night crickets began to sing their song of happiness.

“You okay?” Sal wiped his hands on his shirt.

“Okay? You seriously asking me that?”

“Yeah.”

“What the hell was that?”

“Fire Demon.”

“Demon? What the . . .” Darkness consumed him as he heard his mother’s voice.

“He doesn’t know, Sal.”

Flash Fiction – One set of parents

Hi,

Hope all had an amazing weekend. Sure was nice around my area. Hot for sure. This week's flash fiction didn't really come from any specific thing or idea, it sort of just sprang to mind. Hope you guys like it.

Remember let your imagination soar when your read.

Julia

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What’s going on? Where are . . . “Anyone?”

Caleb spun around in a circle taking in the charred grass, the white looking ash fluttering from the darken sky. What had he missed? He’d only fallen asleep a . . .

“Wow.” There was no way. He’d laid down at midnight. There’d been no frat party at the house last night, so why did his watch still say midnight.

“Bit confused there, son.”

Caleb jerked around with his fist up. He might be out of sync, but he knew how to box. He didn’t have the championship title for no reason.

“Who are you?”

“Good question. Better one is, who are you?”

What the . . .

“Better than that, do you know who your parents were?”

“Of course.” Mitchel and Ray-Lynn raised him into a wonderful church going, respectable man.

“Not your adopted one. Your biological ones.”

“I have one set of parents, no matter whose blood runs in my veins.” Ray-Lynn Tumberland had tried for years to get him to forgive the woman and man who’d dropped him on their doorstep an hour after he was born. He just hadn’t been able to and what did that have o do with the earth being destroyed.

“Understand how you feel, but I can enlighten you a bit more on your birth and why you are no longer on the Earthly Realm.”

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Flash Fiction Scene – Take It Back

Hi,

Hope all had an amazing weekend and that this week has started off with a bang. This is one of those scenes that sort of just jumped out at me when I sat down and let my fingers fly across the keyboard. Hope you guys enjoy it.

Have a great day.

Remember Let your imagination soar when you read.

Julia

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Travis couldn’t believe it. His best friend’s brother stormed into the middle of the biggest meeting of his life and shouted for him to take it back. Travis wasn’t sure who or what Jacob Timberman was shouting about, but he did know the business investors he’d been pitching a merger to did not appreciate the interruption.

The head board member was rushed and four mercenary looking men surrounded him. Travis knew the big shot guy had brought bodyguards after some kind of attack a few weeks ago.

“I mean it. Take it back and do it know.”

“Mr. Kingman,” the next to top head guy spoke through gritted teeth. “Care to explain what is going on?”

Travis took a breath and moved around the table with the biggest, false calm face he could pull off. “I’m not quite sure, Sir, but I’ll find out.” He took hold of Jacob’s arm and tugged him into the hallway. Jacob didn’t seemed phased by the tight hold he had on him, because he kept trying to break free to go back into the office.

“What the heck is going on?” Travis hissed at Jacob. “You are blowing a major deal for me. What are you doing here?”

Jacob went to step around him, but Travis blocked his path. “You aren’t going back in there and if you don’t’ calm down I’m going to have security escort you out.”

“The heck you will. He has to take it back.”

“Who?”

“Uh . . .” The rich smooth voice of Mr. Kive, the head board member had Travis spinning around.

“I’m so - -“

“Don’t apologize.” Mr. Kive gave him a tentative smile. “This is my doing and Jacob’s brash actions is . . . Might not have been his smartest choice of actions, but I have to admit it sure showed me how ballsy my lover could be when he feels harmed.”

Travis was still lost, but if Mr. Kive was taking blame for Jacob’s action then at least his chance at the merger wasn’t a total loss cause.

“Could I bother you for a use of a separate conference room for a few minutes?”

“Sure, Mr. Kive.” Travis waved his personal assistant over. “Take them to the other conference room and make sure no one bothers them.”

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Flash Fiction Scene – Peaceful World

Hope all had an amazing week. If you got in any reading time then I hope it allowed you enough of a free mindset that you imagination could take you into a peaceful world. This line of thought is what led to this week’s post.

Hope you enjoy and remember:

Let your imagination soar when you read.

Julia

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The high-noon sun glistened off the sheets of metal spread over the dark brown grass, which had been starved for water and light for over ten years. Rivers of life giving blood had soaked into the ground after each hard fought battle between us mere humans and Rice Hunger’s killing robotic army. Those days was long behind us, Chewy hoped.

Part of him thought he didn’t deserve to see the future peaceful world that awaited all the tried patrons of the world. He’d contributed to the demise of the earth and humanity all for love. Rice Hunger had been a marvelous man when he met him. Had a well-laid out plan of halting the destruction of the earth. Swore he could eliminate hunger, poverty, and violence. Nothing but lies of a power hungry greedy man.

Rice had stolen his research on how affordable and time saving people having robots to do their daily chores were and given it a scientist who manupliated my idea and created an army of fighters.

“Chewy,” Chris patted his shoulder, “you need medical help?”

“Nope.” Even if he did, he hadn’t earned it and wouldn’t accept it. “Anyone harmed?”

“No. CR worked perfect. Took out all six of Rice’s robots in one sweep of his arm.”

“Good.” More than. Meant he could begin more hour and hours of redeeming hard work.

“How long you need to make enough to break Rice’s strong hold?”

Chewy had no idea. Rice’s scienstist knew he worked the last six years on creating something to aid the world, meaning he’d been stockpiling more army robots. Chewy hadn’t been able to do the same. He had shell after shell of robots ready for the microchip that would operate them, but it took time to code each of them.

“Not sure. I’m going to get right to work, though.”

He didn’t wait for Chris to object to him going back to the grind.

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