“This story is boring. Does anything fun happen afterward.” Brody asked beside me as we set down just outside near by favorite Cafe.
I caught the eye of one of the Jim. He nodded to me so I knew would bring me my special.
I looked at Brody’s focused stare. I sighed. “Ah yeah. I great many things happened in that year I came into being. I’m just trying to think on how to explain in terms you will understand.”
“So a why don’t you look like you did? I mean how come you don’t wear your real face now?”
I grinned. “I was much younger then. I grew up. But, when you understand me you’ll see me.”
Brody shook his head. “I do see you.” He said.
I smiled. “It was about a month later that problems started up in the city. I was still green to change on a experience level so I didn’t know how to react to it or how it was effecting Simon. He could see what was coming and damn it to hell if that old man wasn’t a oracle because of it.”
The story is heating up….Zack is coming to terms with his change in his physical form and the change new powers that he has yet to tap into but the offer of a new is about to opening a whole new of opportunities for him to explore….
I normally write my stories in first person point of view but I took a break from that to practice in close third person with some experimenting.
It’s difficult though I wrote my first books in the style but I haven’t practiced it religiously for well over a year and months and of course my writing style has changed a lot sense then. I was less blunt and carefree with my humor and comfortable writing darker elements. Some of the book is a bit of old writing converged with my newer voice.
It’s a work around for me and challenge but I want to use the time I have writing this book in a timely fashion as practice for other book projects. November’s kiss is still on list.
I have love and hates for Amazon vella right now.
The love is working with in their format and writing at a faster pace as I count my words. Each episode is a minimum of 600 words. It’s not really a lot but if you have job and busy schedule it’s work.
I like the feeling though. Writing on the platform feels like work. If feels like I have deadline and a current amount of words and content to get out a day to complete story in time and get paid.
Alright the bad. I’m not sure even now how much the pay comes out to but I know I’m getting screwed. The interface Lord Jesus help me. Is less then desirable and needs updating in current year level. The free app is not indicative of a proper app that is professional. I wish Amazon would come out with a paid version that way they will have to put some effort into the design and update it to current year levels of tech.
Amazon does nothing to promote the stories of the authors. They leave that to the authors and collect the money and attention. I’ll be advertising my stuff as best as I can. I’m thinking about doing videos for bitchut and using my podcast in that fashion. Hmm. I might can do videos reviewing stories on Amazon vella. I have to think this stuff out.
Still. It works I endure the ads but I’m happy to have it. I write a lot and I’ve finished up to 13 episodes in total and I still have more ideas of where to take it and more notes to add on.
In summary, for the moment I may not make much from the site but the story is good and worth the effort I’m putting into it and I am challenging myself in producing my art on time and less mistakes. I don’t know how it will be but I’m still interested.
“I don’t understand. How did you know? How? It’s impossible. I didn’t know.” Dragon said standing outside my garage watching our last customer for the night drive off.
I took a drag on my cigarette. I tried for patience.
Dragon sounded so young. I still had to get used to having him around until he was ready to go out on his own. I waved a hand at his face. “Change it back.”
Dragon frowned. “This is my face.”
I rolled my eyes. “That’s my face. When we talk face to face I want see you as you are. The man you are.”
Dragon pulled up his hood and his face changed back into his own barely formed and coded face.
I smiled. “I know. But, like you said your still a kid. To answer your question it’s more experience and thinking about why something doesn’t make sense. You learn to see signs of a pattern for what be going on behind your back by how people react to situations and then you see things from a different perspective. It’s called being street smarts or being old.. How old are you really?”
Dragon shook his head. “I am age less crafted in the elements of our realm before humans walked on land in the multi-realms of the mirrored universes….
but in human terms I am 16. The four elders superceded me in age power. They’re old fucks.” He said.
I stared at him. “I figured as much. So it takes your kind a bit to mature.”
Dragon nodded in annoyance. “My age doesn’t matter. Why then do you keep her children?”
I could have gotten angry but I looked at his innocent expression and hunger to know and understand and for it to be explained to him. I sighed. “I meant what I said to Sun Rising. I invested a lot in my children. I own them out right. There’s no way I would allow that bitch to take what I worked hard for natured, protected and taught to be turned into fucking whores selling their bodies on the street for credits and white dust. I earned them. That’s apart of my code. Every man or being has to have a code they live by and a standard they hold to or else you’ll always become someone’s bitch.”
“I could have destroyed Malone.” He said.
“and then what?”
Dragon blinked. “He would be dead. You would be free.” He said simple.
I shook my head. “Life isn’t that simple.. Like I told you. Malone is an archetype for Fire. You haven’t made a name for yourself or even know yourself to contend with the fire dragon god. He would kick your ass.”
Dragon shook his head. “Fire isn’t a dude or god. She’s a dragon. But I hear you. She is powerful and my elder. Though Ice is the oldest, what the hell is an archetype? You keep saying that like I’m suppose to know what it means.”
What the fuck?! “Stop. Wait a second.. your telling me the Dragon of Fire is a goddess?”
“Damn it. I keep telling you dragons aren’t gods. She was crafted from the elements like me but came in to being a Red headed chick a long time a go.”
I laughed. I couldn’t help though it pissed off Dragon. I held up a hand to stop any other questions. “Alright. Alright. It’s weird as fuck you know Fire is a female dragon but don’t know what a archetype is. Anyway, Malone like many others like him that follow Fire dragon are examples of her in power and character in a mortal body. They imitate how she acts like here in this plane of existence. You follow me?”
Dragon nodded his head. “Oh. You mean mortal elementals kissed by Fire. I get you. Still though that Malone asshole was only a little like Fire. Though. I could sense her interest in him. I still don’t understand it. Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Have you been kissing up on me? Sense you have this big interest me.”
I saw the dawn come over the city and felt different about this day about myself as well. I looked over at Simon who was dozing off in the front seat of the cruiser. He had worked hard and steady all night. We didn’t waste a minute of time or effort.
I heard Malone’s gang riding up in their cruisers. This was going to be interesting day. Malone was in for a surprise.
Simon came awake and smoothly got up and out the ride. His wife and children came running down stairs to him. He held up a hand to Sun Rising to stop.
“Get my kids back up stairs. I got man business to handle that’s no right for them or you to see.” He said smoothly.
Sun Rising ignored him and looked at me. She frowned at my face. She was studying my face. I could feel her rage at the sight of me and hear an impression of her thoughts the connection between me and Simon. I could understand but I didn’t give a shit. I liked my new face.
Simon grinned. “My new assistant and pupil. His name’s Dragon.” He said tapping my shoulder. “Last time. Get my kids back upstairs.”
Sun Rising ignored him again. “We prayed to the gods all night for mercy for the family and your success. When did your son arrive did you send for him or has he always been around in hiding.”
Simon’s kids were confused as fuck and were now frowning at me. I shook my head at her. “Your fucking nuts lady. I ain’t even human you blind bitch.”
Sun Rising blinked and then rolled her eyes. She looked pointedly at Simon but he was walking toward Malone’s cruiser as it came up along with his gang.
Malone stepped out of his ride with two of his side chicks following him. He ignored me and the others and faced off Simon with his blaster out.
“You got my ride ready Simple Simon.” Malone asked softly.
Simon smiled. “Yeah. The key is in the crusier. Start her up.”
Malone pushed Simon aside and walked over got inside and turned the ignition. The cruiser turned on and ribbed up.
Malone shrugged got out leaving the engine to run and faced off against Simon. “Alright. You get to keep your life. Your my new handy man.” He said.
Simon smiled shaking his head. “Oh. No. No. You’ve taken up to much of my time, energy and other resources for me to see any profit in it. Take what belongs to you in here and get the fuck out.”
Malone slapped him down and kicked him in the stomach and then looked at me with fire element in his eyes. He fired it at my chest and then blinked when I stood in place undamaged.
He backed. “Holy shit. I meant no offense. I was mistaken.” He said.
I took a step forward but Simon was up already and stood between Malone and me.
Simon put a hand to my chest. He looked at me. “Go sit down over by the bench. This is my business. I don’t need any assistance from you.”
“I came here to help-“
Simon stared at me. “He’s an archetype for one of your siblings you get in the mix of this, that fucker might show up. You ain’t ready for them. Besides. I got this. Go sit down learn something.” He said and rubbed my head in a brotherly manner.
I sighed and backed away and sat down. Simon turned to Malone. “You demanded I fix your ride or you’ll kill me. I fixed your ride for free. I’m asking you to take all your shit and leave my garage.”
Malone smiled waving a hand at me. “What is this shit? He a little God you hired? Don’t act all tough and bad-“
Sun Rising came up to Malone smiling. “Sir. Let me talk to him Sir. Let me get him to see reason. My husband is just a little emotional right now. I can make him see reason.”
Malone sighed. “Make it fast I’m losing patience here.” He said glancing at me occasionally.
Sun Rising came over to Simon. “Stop being foolish. Mr. Malone is a big shot in the city. You can’t change the nature of things. He’ll pay you good money. He does that for all his clients. Besides if you don’t he’ll just take the garage.”
Simon nodded. “Your right. I have to take his offer but…” I paused to look at her. “I don’t have to deal with your lying slut ass in my house.” He said grabbing her arm and throwing her to Malone. “Take back your slut. You may own me but I ain’t fucking with your leftovers. Take your ride and your slut.”
I was shaking my head about to get up but Simon sent me a look. I sat down. Simon turned his back to them and started cleaning his tools. “There was nothing wrong with your ride that any mechanic in the drakes couldn’t fix. It just needed a system update and a oil change. I had to find other minor issues just to keep myself busy the whole night while your gang watched me work from a distance. It wasn’t a challenge. It was an excuse. It was a bullshit reason just to kill me and take my business and wife. I’m a business man. All you had to do was offer me a deal or at least a challenge. I didn’t need the bullshit mind games. I don’t play games about my business or females. Take the female and your ride and go. Come see me when you got some work for me to do.”
I frowned I didn’t understand any of this. How did Simon know all this? Was any of it true.
Malone pushed Sun Rising off him and approached Simon. “Alright no more games. Your working for me now. But, I ain’t fucking your girl?”
“Come see me when you need work. I don’t need the bullshit I just need the work and a challenge.” He said as he cleaned his wrench.
Malone stared at him. “I can respect that.” He said and walked away.
Sun Rising started to follow him but stopped to look at her children. “Let’s go.”
“The girls stay. You go.” Simon said.
“Their not yours.”
Fucking bitch. I felt my rage spark but Simon put a hand on my shoulder. “I named them. Their registration is in my household. They’re mean. You go, they stay. You don’t want to be under my authority you can leave.. The children belong to me. That’s the law.” He said not bothering to look at her. “Sunny Rain take your sister up stairs.”
Sunny Rain picked up her sister and carried her up stairs. Sun Rising spat on the ground and turned and ran getting into Malone’s cruiser as it took off.
Hmm. The series is going pretty fast. Episode 5 is my favorite because I had to write it up on the fly and it gives me the call back to my Dad.
Six was very much a returning theme of the book now on dreams. It’s interesting.
I will pick up The Mark of Bob again but I’m kind of hooked on Blue Jumper simple because it is very much experimental and fun to write. I can see it getting done by the end this month if not sooner.
Launch date is February 2nd tomorrow on Amazon vella. I chose to write under my full name sense I couldn’t just have the one name…
“Wait. I don’t understand. You sound like and act like a kid and how could you not know your own name?” Brody said in an unsure voice.
I blinked pausing in my story. “I was a kid, Brody. Remember I didn’t name myself. No one does. I was born and raised up a current way. You hungry?”
“Yes. I know we named you but it’s weird. Your, you. But, in the story your different your less sure of yourself. Less you Are you bullshiting me?” He said.
I snorted in laughter and got to my feet. I point over to a shop near by. “Let’s get you something to eat.” I said.
Brody frowned but followed me silently to the shop. I nodded to my people and bumped fists with Zad Fig as he pasted by on his scooter on his first run.
Zad was coming into himself. His real story though hadn’t started yet strangely. I walked in silence with Brody to the shop. He was disappointed and he only heard a small portion of the story. We walked inside and sat down at the counter.
“Breakfast is on me order what you want Brody.” I said leaning back in my seat.
“So the story is bullshit.” Brody asked.
I shook my head. “No. It happened. But, you have to accept I’m telling you my story and how it connects to my adopted father’s story as well. Everybody starts out not knowing who they are or their limits and talents. I still haven’t shown you what happened at dawn at the garage.”
Brody shrugged. “It all sounds boring. I expect you helped Simon fix the cruiser and everything turned out well. You and him-“
A few men started chuckling around us listening in on our conversation. The females were quiet and looked at Brody like the boy he still was.
Brody frowned realizing people were listening to our conversation. He frowned at me. “Everything works out, right? I mean even if something went wrong you could just fix it by snapping your fingers.” He said and demonstrated with his right hand.
I stared at him. “Brody. I was a kid. I barely could understand what I was or what I would become.. I was no different then you are but for minor differences. Can you just snap your fingers when you want to make stuff go your way when things go to shit in a instant. Everybody gets a choice on the directions we take in life or more to the point everyone gets a response to our choices. Nothing in my viewing experience of life would prepare me for Malone.”
Brody stared at my eyes. “Something bad happened to Simon and his family?”
I nodded. I waved the chief/owner over to us. “Get Brody a plate of your best breakfast dish, Yu.” I said and took out my detapad and ordered and put it on the ordering scanner.
I sighed. “Experience and street smarts is what Simon had over me in spades. He could see things much better then I could at the time even now at points. He taught me more then a trade later as the years rolled on. He taught me how to survive in that first new dawn of my life by teaching me the nature of how the world works.”
