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The road home (Friday Fictioneers)

PHOTO PROMPT © Jan Wayne Fields

It was a good disguise.

Flower seller on the side of the road. I could monitor all comings and goings from the property. My scanner buzzed with every vehicle that passed.

Buzz. No.

Buzz. No.

My days passed in a blur.

Buzz. No alien.

Sigh.

Until the bleep today. Not a buzz. Bleep.

This was it. This was the moment. I leapt onto the motorbike hidden behind the flowers. In seconds I was behind the vehicle gesturing for it to pull over. I approach the door cautiously.

We recognize each other. “Finally,” I mutter.

“Where have you been? Get in.”

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Grieving A Writing Life

When you start out in the writing community, you’re learning, and part of that process is seeing those before you rise. Just as you’re entering the query trenches, there are others being lifted out of them with agent representation and publishing deals, and you wait patiently for the day that person will be you. Before […]

Grieving A Writing Life

Rebloging this from the wonderful KM Allen. A much needed read. Grieving your writing dreams.

What do you see (Friday Fictioneers)

PHOTO PROMPT © John Nixon

He peers in the window again and she wonders what has caught his eye. He never comes in, only spends minutes lingering outside and yet she can tell it’s something important. Each day after he passes, she runs to the window to examine the display. She changes it daily. What can it be?

One afternoon, running back from her late lunch she runs into him on the footpath. She steps aside but can’t stop from reaching out a hand. “Please, what do you see?”

His pale, watery eyes smile as his lips tremble. “My wife. She’s standing right beside me.”

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What really happened (Friday Fictioneers)

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

A balloon? Really? After saving the galaxy and getting shot in the process my boss gets me a balloon? I’d laugh if I could manage it. Cry too. Instead, I’m lying here watching the news feeds on my holoscreen. So much celebrating! I wonder what they would think if they knew how close we’d come to total annihilation. If that galactic size spaceship full of dark matter explosives had hit that solar giant, well, there wouldn’t be anyone left to party. Probably. Maybe. I pull hard on the lid of my sealed water cup. It sprays all over me.

Typical.

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Review: The Mastermind : A Brother’s Best Friend Romance (WaterFyre Rising Book 1) by Nadia Han

About the Book:

He thrives in the dark until she sparks his flame, igniting his new purpose.

Magnetic, brilliant, and achingly stunning, Remington Starke is a dangerous man with a vision, a mission, and a threatening past that haunts him. That alone should keep him away from the only woman who has ever made him feel anything.

Creative, cautious, and canny, Audri Wu is imprisoned by a guilt that torments her soul. Despite the darkness, she sees the rainbow in the rain and the spark that lies beyond the hardened façade of a man who has a reputation for shattering hearts.

Her boss.
Her protector.
Her brother’s best friend.
Water to her fire.


As their romance begins, that past catches fire and burns away the lies, revealing deadly secrets that could destroy them both.

My thoughts:

Wow, a terrific Romance by Nadia Han. Audri is artistic, full of love and loves her family. She is also wracked with guilt over a terrible event in her past and has terrible luck with predatory men. Remington Starke is a brutal, cold hearted millionaire. Now. Back then, he was a scarred boy who witnessed a terrible event that made him lock the loving part of his heart away. He is also Audri’s brother’s best friend. It means for both of them, the other is off limits.

Childhood tragedies have formed who Audri and Remi are now. But upon catching up they realise there is also a fire between them. One that can rebuild them from the ashes into the perfect mate for each other. Providing they can survive the darkness of the past that is coming for them. Great descriptions, setting and emotional tension in this one. And that car! Phew – who wouldn’t want to ride away in that! And I’d love to get my hands on Audri’s jewellery.

A great romance to escape into on a cold dreary winter’s night curled up next to a warm fire or to read by the bonfire on the beach in summer. Remi and Audri’s story will carry you away. A fun read.

Did you see it? (Friday Fictioneer)

PHOTO PROMPT © David Stewart

The rumble as we grew close was deafening. The fine spray pins-and-needle sharp against my exposed skin. “We really gonna see it?”

He scratched at his grey beard. “Yep. Just wait.”

I scoff again. “Aliens. Under the waterfall? You’re loony.”

“Wait.”

We waited. In the cold as the sun set and the wind picked up. “This is bull. I’m going home. It’s freezing.” I pull my coat tighter and stomp away. The rumble at my back falls silent. “What the—?” I spin back. My jaw drops.

The waterfall is gone. A silver shape zooms into the sky. “Uh.”

“Yep.”

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What’s Plan B? (Friday Fictioneers)

PHOTO PROMPT © Lisa Fox

“I can’t fit in that.”

“Then you’ll have to climb down the outside.”

“Are you f-ing kidding me? I’ll fall.”

“Nah.”

“For f-sakes.” He looked over the edge, doing what he could to hide the wobble in his lips. “Fine. Shite. I hate you.”

“I know, I know.” The younger man waved a hand around as sirens blared and two marked vehicles skidded to a halt. “They’re early.”

“Shite.”

“Give me the dosh.”

The bulging bag was reluctantly handed over. The younger, thinner man slid down the stairwell.

“F-sakes. Leaving me here. Rat-bastard.” He climbed onto the rim. “Shite.”

Ka-thud.

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Always check the scans (Friday Fictioneers)

PHOTO PROMPT © Brenda Cox

I’m not sure what it all is but it’s a decent cover. I duck behind the collection of junk, my heart pounding, my short blade held low to keep the silver from glinting in the sunlight giving my position away. What should have been an easy escape proved anything but easy. More guards than anticipated. For healpis’s sake, a damned convention? Of all days. Still, I got away.

I do what I can to still my breathing and listen. Approaching footsteps crunch the crisp grass. I shift my balance.

A goat bleats and rounds the tarp.

I think I’m clear.

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A Safe Haven (Friday Fictioneers)

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

They told me to wait here. It’s a safe space. Human senses are not acute enough to track us. They won’t know which homes we are inside. We can blend in amongst them for the most part, live amongst them provided we don’t go out during the day or remove our cloaks in front of them. In my case, I must keep silent too. My voice is too distinctive, I’m told. It’s the pitch. Too wrong sounding to their ears. Still, it’s a roof over my head, it’s warm. The Under Hunters are searching for us. And they’re hungry. Shhhhhhh.

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Straight on Till Morning (Friday Fictioneers)

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

Each year, on the anniversary of your disappearance, a red rose appears.

It’s funny. The house is locked. No windows are left open. The fire is lit in the fireplace. And yet. Every year. Without fail. One red rose.

Even odder… if I can put it that way, there is dust on the floor in front of my closet.

And I swear, in my sleep, I hear bells tinkling.

I don’t know what to make of it.

I’d much rather see your face. I wonder, will you one day return to me? Oh Peter, my sweet Peter. I miss you.

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