Tuesday’s Opening Line

Hope all enjoyed the short story I free wrote for you over the last few weeks. It was fun to do so. I was going to give you another one, but I have Camp NaNo coming up and there will be lots of writing to get done during the month on the next book I hope to release this year. Since that’s the case, I’m going to revert back to doing some opening line post. One difference this time round. I’m not using any photos. They are simply based off a certain concept.

Tuesday's subject: Supernatural Creature

Opening Line:  A second look did nothing to erase the lifeless eyes staring up from the half-human, half horse.

Mythical Flash Fiction

Happy New Year! Hope all had a great night celebrating the end of another year.

Want to start off today’s post by saying thanks to my followers. The last month has been rough between illness and weather and I have not been able to post. Hope to start the year off on the right foot with getting back to blogging, editing and letting my creativity soar. What better way than some great flash fiction.

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Adult Content

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Uneidted Scene

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Lushes green grass rested in front him. No footprints. No streaks showing Jacob went through the Unicorn Field. Thank the Gods. People where said to lose toes, even feet, for just stepping one inch into the field. Every unicorn should have been destroyed, but Zeus loved those wild creatures and created the field just so they had a safe place to live.

He scanned the area, hoping to spot . . . “Ah., there you are.”

Zack always told Jacob his fancy, gold shining watch would get him into trouble. It always caught the sunlight, flickering a yellowish streak.

Zack lowered himself as low as any Centaur could. Not much because he had to be able to move on Jacob. He wasn’t sure why Jacob had thought hiding under a thicket of bushes would work. Might have if any other Centaur had been sent, but Zack was the second among his kind, which meant he kicked every other Centaur’s butt. Wasn’t easy, and afterwards he promised himself he would nevre lose his spot because he failed an assignment. That meant . . . Jacob would not get by with avoiding the path ridiculous path he chose, even if Zack understood how Jacob felt. Being promised to the top dog Centaur sucked. The half man, half horse was a bastard. Already had two other men, but Zack had a job to do. That’s what mattered to him.

“You might as well come out Jacob.”

Rustling reached his ears, forcing him to jump the bushes, landing in front of Jacob. Jacob jerked backwards, but made no move for freedom.

“Don’t make me hurt you.”

“I want be a - -“

“not my business. Come with me and face your fate. Running only makes things worse.” Understatement. His leader wasn’t no for tolerance. Stupidity, or what he viewed as such, pissed him off more than being hit. Most who upset him disappeared.

“Fine.” Jacob shook his head. “Might as well get this over with.”

Mythical Creature Flash Fiction

I’m gearing up for NaNoWrMo in November and am doing some flash fiction writing to warm my mind up. Hope you all enjoy what comes your way.

Julia

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Unedited Flash Fiction Scene

Paranormal Romance

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She’d done it. Made it through the tunnel buried under her house. Came to a built-in cavern filled with lanterns and tables lined with canning jars. She ran the flash light across the table, pausing on each jar. What was . . . She moved close to the table nearest her and picked up one of the jars.

“What is that?”

Thankfully, no one answered. If they had, she would have ran screaming from the room. How could she not. There was a tiny . . . baby like creature in some kind of liquid. She sat the jar down, and picked up the one beside it. She tilted it to the side, taking in the little . . . was that a horse? No. Yes. Partly.

“Lord have mercy.” She caught the jar in her other hand as it slipped free. Carefully, she slid the jar back onto the table and took a step back, taking in the entire room. Each jar held some kind of part animal . . . part human. Not any ole animal though. A horse’s end. Instead of arms and legs there were four legs attached to the rear-end of a horse that had a human chest and head connected to it. “That’s a . . .”

“Centaur.”

She spun, screaming and running past whoever had came into the room without her knowing. She did not stop running until she was back in her basement. She quickly slammed the door shut and threw the bolt in place.

What am I?

Today I’m going to give you a bit of information and hope you can guess what I am talking about.  They aren’t hard. Promise. Key your answers in the comment section.

What am I?

I am half man, half horse