I like writing. No. Writing is a kin to my soul and means of my understanding the world and thinking through problems.
I love every bit of the craft. But, I got to make bread so I have to invest the time in growing my business and other means of income.
Have I stopped writing or given up the craft?
My mind doesn’t work like that. I need to work problems in written words and tell stories. Writing is the means of me figuring out problems and experimenting with my own theories. Currently I am working on three books right now. One 56% done. Two at 20% done. Three is 5% beginning.
I plan to continue and finish them next year. I’m also trying to figure out how to refine my pose to something that fits into a the mind frame of book lovers. It is difficult because I find the process more a science then a enjoyment as my typical day of writing.
I will push on. I’ll craft a story that people recognize in a pattern to their liking. It will be one book afterward I’ll write a dozen other tales.
Doctor Eve Sanders walked into the bedroom of the Alpha’s young daughter’s room. She followed closely behind by her brother Maxwell. Her pack’s alpha Charles St Paul stood in the room standing next to the Alpha of the Shadow Cats Adam Green.
Eve froze mid step at the sudden dominace becoming charged in the air. She felt his intense interest in her both sexually and suspicion. She felt a chill go up her spine. Her excitement rose as did a tingling of instant sexual need.
Maxwell grunted and jolted her out of her sexual buzz. She focused on the task set before her. She was a healer. The best. It was more then an act of kindness toward a rival pack. It was also a way of proving Frostfalls pack had no dealings in the cursed magic used on the girl to take her young life.
Eve stepped forward careful with her steps and focused mental state. She felt a different type of chill now as she neared the girl laying in the bed.
“What are you feeling Cher? Do you know what’s happened to my baby girl?” Adam asked in a purring seductive voice.
Eva’s arousal tingled at the deep purr in gis voice. She shook off the effect he was having on and took a breath in and out. She froze at the scent of the girl went into her body. The scent was off about the girl. Eva angled her head around searching for something until she found the source of the scent. It was coming under the bed. She took out her knife.
Eva felt Adam’s reaction and the danger from him. She held up a hand to Adam. There was a sudden stillness. She waited a breath of a second and put a finger to her lips before she used the same finger to point under the bed.
“I see.” Adam said. “So. Do you need it to find out who harmed my baby sister.” He asked.
“Yes. I do love. I’m sorry.” Eve said in a honey glazed sounding voice that even surprised Eva’s own ears. She hadn’t meant to seduce Adam. She just meant to tell him no.
Maxwell tried to push her back but she shoved off his hold away. She motioned to him to silently to close the door. Eva didn’t know why but she couldn’t leave.
They couldn’t let whatever the hell was under the bed get away. Charles chuckled and took off his suit jacket.
“Well. We best get to the business.” Charles said.
Adam took a position slightly in front of Eve. She crunched low next to him close to his side and focused on the scent of the enemy.
“Hey. You going to stay under the bed all night.” Adam said.
Eva felt her fangs extend out and her eyes glow with magic. She saw a shadow of a magical figure creep out from under the bed.
Do you love it do you hate it. Please share your thoughts here or elsewhere on the internet or your own spot. I wrote this series as a semi-experiment and love letter to love of the Harry Potter series and action movies of the 1990s. I would love to hear your thoughts good, bad or you are a mad mad genius.
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Tai Omega Wales walked into the Shaky Bar and exotic club dancers. The appearance of depression mixed with hard cheap spirits was pungent in the air. He grimaced at the scent of sweat and evidences of dirty sexual favors in dark corners coloring the atmosphere. He saw the aura dark purples and dirty reds underneath the normal human visual perspective. Only a few strange humans like T.O. could see.
It was the usual scenery and daily experience of the place. It had been this way sense before he had came into the world a screaming bastard. It would be this way when he finally left the mortal plains to join whoever his father had been in the white zone.
T.O. stood observing the place dressed in New clothes and freshly washed up and a nu. A19 revolver in my holster at his side.
The A19 had been a new edition to his wardrobe. He had purchased the suit and weapon just a few two hours ago. He was happy with the new change in his choice of profession the moment he had looked at himself in tailor Joe’s full length mirror at himself.
T.O’s appearance got no reaction from anyone inside much to his dark amusement. He sauntered inside with his new leather boots sounding his invasion into the establishment with purpose.
Pot Belly Big Bill gave him a side glare before going back to cleaning his dirty beer mug and pretending to be a hard working business man. It was his daily act. Much like everyone else in the bar and dancing club. Everyone was putting on an act just to pass the time before they went home to bed and got up the next morning to do the same thing.
This was the way of things on Tears 1.1. Space station. T.O. made his way to the bar and set down his last silver Empiral crown credits on the bar. T. O. didn’t say what he wanted to order. Bill just quickly snatched up the money and served T.O. the same dirty beer mug filling it with warm beer.
Bill picked up another dirty mug and began to clean it with his dirty rag and ignored T.O.
T.O. slid the beer over to another drunk. The drunk took the gift with toothy grin and happily went about savoring the free gift.
Bill frowned at T.O. he wondered at the change in T.O.’s usual act silently. He set his mug down. “You got fancy new digs and some hot iron at your side. Did you steal the money and dress from a dead gun fighter?” He asked pointedly.
T.O. shook his head. “Nope. I got a new job and acting gig. I quit the drunken idiot role a few hours ago.” He said with no heat just a lazy a matter of fact voice.
Bill grunted. He reached forward moving aside T.O’s light jacket to look at the Gold star pinned to his vest. Bill snorted in disgust. “Don’t tell me you took up that damned fool posting for sheriff. Ain’t nobody around going to take you at all for serious Tango.” He said.
There were more then a few chuckles around the bar. T.O. shook his head. “It’s not a sheriff’s badge.” He said in conversational tone.
Bill snorted and spit flew out his mouth onto the bar and T. O.’s jacket. “The hell you say. I know a five star sheriff’s badge when I see one even with my old ass eyes. Go on with you Wales. Go pretend to be a copper some place else. Ain’t no criminals in here but people just passing the waking hours away. Go on now. Get!” He said dismissing T.O. with complete indifference and contempt.
T.O. sighed. “I’m not in here looking for criminals or to arrest anybody. A fella hired my company to do a job for him. Simple job. I’m here to pick up the package your holding then I’ll be on my way.” He said.
Bill froze and stared at T.O. “What the hell time are you on? You lost you senses or something? Get your ass out of my bar. You ain’t welcome-” Bill began but stopped when T.O moved drawing his revolver and aimed and fired at a man that came up from his seat with a charge energy pistol. He brought the man down with one shot to his temple before he leveled his revolver on the drunk next to him.
The drunk froze with pistol in his hand. T.O. calmly removed the pistol from his holster and kicked the drunk over to the floor. T.O. turned his attention to Bill.
“Yeah. Like I was saying I was looking to pick up that package you’ve been holding on to. I got to get it back to my client you know so if you could bring it up for me I can be on my way.” He said calmly with one of pistols resting on the bar aimed at Bill with the hammer cucked and ready.
Bill grinned noding his head. “Sure thing. Sure thing. You mind giving me a description on this item your looking to take?” He said.
T. O. shook his head staring at Bill as a violent red aura took form around him. “I would rather cut past all the hoodwinking and such Bill. You know what I’m here for. I saw you bring it in here two nights ago when I was sleeping outside the bar on street begging for coins for another drink. I would hate to leave your old lady a widow and sons fatherless. Give me what I came in here for so I can be on my way. I think your life is worth more then keeping the package to sell off for later.” T.O. said.
Bill stared at T.O’s sympathetic sad sour face. “I see. That’s security forces badge under your jacket. Your a hell hound for one those big security forces firms. Huh?! That sob story about you losing your mind over your family ways bullshit. OK. I see look how about I give you a hundred grand to be on your way.” He said.
