Thursday, August 30, 2018

Demon Flash Fiction Scene




Once again, this week I’m doing some short, unedited, conversational flash fiction scene. Hope you enjoy.


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Doris watched as her daughter walked into the flames of hell. Her hand had not left her chest since the day her daughter told her she was going to learn from her grandfather, the destroying angel, Abaddon. Doris had left that aspect behind her the day she met Jeff. She’d not looked back since that day. She had known the moment she saw Jeff sipping a cup of coffee under the light green umbella that he was the one for her. A year after that she gave birth to Cami and Jeff demanded that his daughter not be involved in the demon world until she graduated and could gain an understanding of what it meant for her life. Doris had hoped that Cami never decided to learn that aspect of her life, but Abaddon had made sure his daughter viewed the demon world as magical, fun, full of loyal friends awaiting her. Doris wished that had been true, but she had grew up there. She knew that most demons were unkind, down right deadly, to half human, half demons. Didn’t matter to those that a demon was daughter to Abaddon. Nope, they would only view her as an abadomination to the demon world.

“Will she come back to us?” Jeff took her hand squeezing. “She will be fine.”

“How can you ask such a question then tell me she will be fine?”

“Positive thinking.”

Doris chuckled. “Only you could drive away my cloudy mood.”

“That’s my job.”

Doris sighed and turned away as the firey gate consumed her daughter and her white wings. “That’s what we need. Positivity. Trust.”

“Trust?”

“Yes. Father promised to protect her.”

“Thought demons didn’t care who her granddad was?”

“Some won’t.”

“How will he keep her away from those?”

“Not sure.” Doris squeezed his hand and turned them towards the back porch. “All we can do is hope and trust in my father.”


Tuesday, August 28, 2018

Mythical Creature Flash Fiction




Once again, this week I’m doing some short, unedited, conversational flash fiction. Hope you enjoy.


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Rachael let the ripples claim her body as her legs faded into one and her feet shifted into a two pointed fin covered with fish scales. It’s been years since she’d taken her second form. She’d forgotten how much the transformation hurt.

“What are you going to do?” Diane ran her hand through Rachael’s long, silky brown hair. “I always loved you in this form.”

Rachael had to admit she’d missed her second form, but law was law and even though she no longer interacted with the Mermaid Society she tried to abide by the laws she grew up with.

“This is risky.” Rachael slid from the boat deck, letting the icy water soak into her scales. “Father forbid me from coming back to the Cove, but . . .”

“Then don’t go.” Diane sighed. “Not for me. I love you to much for you to risk your life. Your father isn’t known for his diplomacy, or kindness.”

“He will understand once I tell him why I need to speak to him.”

“And if he don’t?”

She did not want to think about that. Her father would have the right to imprision her. Not something she thought he would stoop to once he found out he had a grandchild on the way. Diane and her had never considered her getting pregnant. They’d known it was a chance to happen, which is why they took care not to come together during the Transition cycle. The two week period every three months that she was became both male and female. Diane and her wasn’t sure how they’d lost track of her Transition Cycle, but they had. Diane and her weren’t upset about an upcoming child, but they had no idea how it would affect Diane. Far as Rachael knew no human had ever carried a child to full term. Whatever full term was for a half Mermaid, half human child.

“There is no other choice.” Rachael gave Diane a smile and dove into the water, swimming deep into the bowls of the ocean, heading for her father’s Cove. Once her home. Once her safety net. Part of her hoped her father opened his arms and embraced her, but she knew that was a pipe dream. Her father was the most stubborn man among the Mermaid Society.



Monday, August 27, 2018

Witchy Conversation




Once again, this week I’m doing some short, unedited, conversational flash fiction. Hope you enjoy.


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Drake shook his head, sighing. “Listen, Tomas, it just ain’t going to happen.”

“Why not? We are great together.”

“Stop.” He took a step away from him, stopping him from touching him. “Last night, should not have happened.”

“Why not? Fun, wasn’t it?”

“Yet, but - -“

“Then it can happen again.”

“It can’t.”

“Why?”

“I have a . . . I’m involved with a . . . It just can’t happen. It should not have happened in the first place.”

“That it shouldn’t have.” Drake winched at the sharp tone that pieced his heart each time he heard it. He didn’t like Roman, but they had been bethoted to one another since they were ten.

“Where did you . . . How did you . . .”

Drake took in another deep breath and moved so he blocked the path to Tomas. “Let’s keep this between us.”

“Yes, lets.”

Drake went to Roman’s outstretched hand, and let him pull him into the crook of his arm.

“Time we went home.”

“Not this way. It’s not - -“ Why had he bothered? Roman grew up in the Witch Society, where they had no qualms about who saw them do magic. They didn’t care if a mere human knew that Warlords existed.

“What the . . .”

Drake shook his head as Tomas’ words faded away as his entire body did.



Thursday, August 23, 2018

Demon Conversation




This week I’m going to be giving you a snippet of a conversation between two characters. These are plucked from my mind as I sit sipping my Cold Brew.

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“What is so funny?”

“You have . . .” his laughter brought my hands to my chest. “Why do you have . . . this can’t be real.”

“It is.” David spun away from Kyle. “I thought you would . . . Understand. Accept me.”

“How am I supposed to do that.”

“You told me you loved me. We have been together for half a year. You gave me a promise ring. Told me that next year would be our year to seal our love.”

“That was before . . . You really thought I could accept horns and pointed ears? What are you?”

“Doesn’t matter.” I spun away and went to the closest. “I will be out of here in a few minutes.”

“Stay. I’ll leave.”

“Not necessary. I’ll be going back to my world. Where no one can . . .”

Wednesday, August 22, 2018

Did you know . . .



Did you know the eastern saw dragons as good, wise, and great teachers. An ally. Gentle. Keeper of peace. Wise.

Fact came from: https://www.mythical-creatures-and-beasts.com/dragons.html

Tuesday, August 21, 2018

Mythical Creature Conversation




This week I’m going to be giving you a snippet of a conversation between two characters. These are plucked from my mind as I sit sipping my Cold Brew.

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“How am I supposed to talk to you?”

I can hear you fine. I can respond to you. Therefore . . .

Calvin despised talking to Allen’s dragon form. It felt wrong. “Change back for me.”

Why?

“That form is . . .” he huffed, cursing under his breath. “Intimidating.”

Why?

“You are a huge dragon, sitting on the top of a rock that is surrounded by moonlight and a thick fog covers the lower half. It is like you are towering over me.”

I am.

“Then you mean to intimated me?”

No. I simply want you to accept that I am not human. That I have a second form. That I can take you places you only dreamed of. I can give you everything your heart desires. This small alcove of stones holds all my treasures. Treasures that will come to you the day that my dragon descends to the next life to find your soul again.

“That is what I don’t’ get.” Calvin sighed. “This is all so unreal. Dragons don’t exist. They are mythical creatures. Made up stories that  came to life throughout time to ease a child to sleep. Or scare them into doing what they were supposed to do.”

You see they are real. You have seen me in this form at least once a month for five years. I have given you time to come to terms with my other side, but . . . You have to do so, or I will have to step aside and let you move on.

“I don’t want to move on.” He rubbed his temple. “I just need - -“

There is no more time. My leader will not allow me to remain with someone who will not accept me. He had made it a decree that I have to have your full support or . . .

“or what?”

I have to let you go and spend the rest of my life in my alcove of stone. Watch over you from afar. Ensure your safety, but be apart from you. Do you understand the spot I find myself in. I do not want to watch you from afar. I want to be the one that comes to your bed each night. The one that holds you close when you have nightmares about your parents death. The one that cooks your meals. The one that ensures you have all you need. The one who gives you the world. What else can I say? I have laid my heart out to you night after night. You know my deepest secret. What is your decision? Me and my dragon, or a life without me.



Monday, August 20, 2018

Witchy Conversation



This week I’m going to be giving you a snippet of a conversation between two characters. These are plucked from my mind as I sit sipping my Cold Brew.

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“What did you do that for?” Larry stared at the huge dent in the plaster he’d replaced a month ago.

“Why do you think?”

“Not sure. All I did was give you a reason you did not need that damn book to cast a spell.”

“You said I didni’t need it, so I got rid of it.”

“You could not have laid it down?”

“Could have, but aiming at you head was a better idea.”

“You missed me by a mile.” Larry shook his head at his lover of ten years.

“Meant to.”

“You meant to, but you aimed for my head?” Another shake of his head. “Rex, which did you mean?”

Rex sighed. “Look,” he lifted his hands and stared at his palms. “These skills you have said I had for the last ten years have not improved. I still can not cast a damn spell from that book. The book you said belonged to my mom and dad.”

“It does.” Larry walked over to Rex and took his head, tugging him to the sofa. “Not all spells can come from a book.”

“Then where.”

“Your heart.” He rested his hand over there. “I have read that book. Each spell in there is handwritten.”

“So?”

“That means that the spell were created by someone among your family history.”

“Really?”

“Yes.” He rubbed his lover’s chest. “Stop and open your mind. Let it guide you. Let your heart spin the words to life. Then chant them. Let them come to life inside your head then flow from your sexy ass lips.”


Thursday, August 16, 2018

Age old Question




Do Vampires fall into the category of demons, or do they belong in a class all of their own?

Would love to hear what you think on the subject.


Tuesday, August 7, 2018

Mythical Share Moment




Wanted to share this photo with you since me and my dad started working a unicorn glow in the dark puzzle.



Share with me a photo of a magical creature that relates to some aspect of your life at the moment.



Monday, August 6, 2018

Stone Information




Today I saw this photo that spoke of stones and their uses. I wanted to share that with you, mainly because it gave me an idea for a story. Not to mention I’ve always had a liken for stones and their true value among the world. I’ve always believed that they were more than a beautiful rock.

What caught my eye today was the information about Quartz. It helps relive stress and ease anxiety. Sure is something I could use this week.

Let me know if you have any other information about the stone Quartz that is sharable.