Tuesday, February 28, 2012

#TuesdayTales 30 – Abscond


Oh, look at them standing on the beach, making out in the sunset’s fiery light. Should I warn him of his ultimate fate? After all, he is just a sucker like me. I allowed her abscond with him for my revenge. I thought I would be angry with him, but now that I see them together, I feel sorry for what he is about to go through. He turns her away from the water and she falls back onto the beach. At first, he does not realize what he has done. Then as the bloodied spikes rupture her, he understands.

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Friday, February 24, 2012

#FridayPictureShow ~ Week 16


The double barrel stared at me. I froze as it expected. Its bullets would not kill me; it did not change the fact of the pain I would still feel as the heat of the metal burns through my flesh. My eyes shifted from left to right, looking for an escape. I do not want confrontation, not tonight. I need to see her. The barrel did not move from its position. I lunged forward. The blast of the gun rang and the smoke curled out of the barrel. It did not expect me to charge and its bullet shot wide.


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Thursday, February 23, 2012

#ThursThreads - The Challenge that Ties Tales Together - Week 11


A soft murmuring came from behind me—the same I heard before sleep. My assistant was not here yet and the doors locked. The feeling of being watched surfaced again. I turned to find no one there. I felt my temperature; I was not running a fever. I did not feel fatigued; in fact, I felt quite energetic. I did not recall that hearing things and odd feelings were symptoms of the plague.

The sound of the murmuring increased in volume and I was able to hear a voice speaking to me.
“I do so hope you will like me as much as I like you,” it said playfully. “I have so many things to show you.”

I spun around the room. The only explanation, I was going mad. “Let’s get this over with,” I thought. If the plague or madness were going to take me, I was ready.

“Not to worry, Reynard Ashwin, you are not going mad nor have you been infected. I will not allow that to happen to you.”

In my peripheral vision, I saw a dark shadow swirling. I spun to meet what was there but it moved with me, never allowing me to lay eyes on it.

“I hunger for the forbidden. I hope you will satisfy my hunger and partake with me,” it whispered around me.

“What is it that you hunger for?” I asked, it did not respond with a straight answer.

“I will show you what I need, what we need.”

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Tuesday, February 21, 2012

#TuesdayTales 29 – CANARD


“I told the neighbors we are having canard for dinner.”

“You are such a liar.” She glared at me. I knew the look in her eye meant she was going to start into a rant. “Why would you do that? It’s like you have to have some story going around about you to make you look better. Like that stupid story you made up about that sorry, rusted out airplane with the tailplane in front of the main wings. You’re such an idiot, nothing like that could ever fly.”

“What’s for dinner then?” I shook my head.

“Duck,” she winked.

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Monday, February 20, 2012

#MenageMonday – Week 22


“It’s almost time,” she whispered in the dark tunnel. 

He stared out the opening and shivered, anticipating going into the frigid land. The cold air wisped toward them but did not touch them. She took his hand and they stepped outside. The snow blew around them, as they trudged through the icy carpet on the ground. Their breath crystallized and created fog before them. Tiny stars of snow floated down on and melted at their touch.

“This is the spot,” she said with a bright smile.

The snow around them began to melt. The vines hibernating beneath the frozen crust twitched and pulsed with life. A dome of warmth reached up into the trees and the sun shone through into the secret garden hidden in the wintery forest. Flowers pushed their heads through the warming soil and opened to the brilliance of light. Birds chirped in the trees and bounced on the lush green grass.

“You’ve out done yourself,” the boy fairy said. “But you forgot one thing.”

She contemplated in her mind what she could have forgotten. Her smile grew larger and she flicked her fingers. The rainbow swirled down through the trees and stopped at their feet.

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Saturday, February 18, 2012

Circus Tarot

I finally finished Circus Tarot and it is now available on Amazon for Kindle and in Paperback.

Mary's and Darrin's life is what some would call "dull". Every day they follow a ritual of habit, starting the moment they wake in the morning. That is until Mary buys a deck of Tarot Cards from an old women at the consignment shop, then Mary and Darrin are drawn into the dark world of the Circus Tarot with a lusty Devil, carnivorous Clowns and the other malevolent denizens of World Circus. Mary and Darrin must fight for their safety and make a disturbing deal with the inhabitants of World Circus to save their lives.

Kindle
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B00785VJIW

Paperback
http://www.amazon.com/Circus-Tarot-Mr-Char...29077747&sr=8-2

Friday, February 17, 2012

#FridayPictureShow ~ Week 15


Colors flow freely from her. Her every movement encapsulates a different hue. She spins around, head titled back, a large smile on her face, reveling in the spectrum of light she controls. I envy her; my gift is not as pleasurable. At least I can watch the beauty of her one last time and hear her melodic laugh echo through the trees. It is a shame to lose her in the world. To have her colors fade as she drifts across the waters. I smile, that is how I will preserve her. We will not lose her colors after all.

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Thursday, February 16, 2012

#ThursThreads - The Challenge that Ties Tales Together - Week 10


Finally, they caught me. I have never been more excited about anything in my life.
“I cannot believe you did this,” the Darkness squeals with rage. “And you did it on purpose.”
I raise my hands above my head and kneel. Three officers approach me with their guns trained on me. An anxious rookie vibrates as he approaches and I hear the click of his revolver readying to blast a bit of lead through me—sadly, not even a bullet would put me out of my misery.

“How about we talk first, shoot later?” his commander says without unlocking his gaze from me. 

“Take them,” it demands.

I close my eyes. I am tired. I need to rest. The aggressive boot of the rookie slams into my back, thrusting me face down into rank smelling concrete of the alley. I control my urges to feed, a fight greater than these three men mortal men could ever understand. The smells of their flesh entice my senses; the heavy scents of their musk masked with soap and cologne. 

The cold metal encircles my wrists as though it could hold me if I wished to be free. The rookie forces me to my feet. The other two slide the light of their torches over me. The horror on their faces fade seeing that the monster haunting their streets is nothing more than a man like them. I would appear innocent if it were not for the blood soaking my clothing.

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