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Time Lost (Friday Fictioneers)

PHOTO PROMPT © Anshu Bhojnagarwala

 

As the wall between realities faded more oddities appeared. Yesterday, a limousine shell. Last week, a plane tail. This morning, a school desk.

Each item showed the wear of time and carried the rotting stench of eternity.

What we didn’t know was if the transfer pockets caused the damage or if it was something in the other reality.

Mary got the mission. The tracker pinpointed the next deposit. She wore the scientist designed protection suit and stood ready to travel over. A blur of space indicated the transfer was complete.

We received a piano.

A day later…  Mary’s skeleton returned.

 

 

This is a Friday Fictioneers Prompt

Word count: 100

BIRTHDAY WEEK!!

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Master of my Domain (Friday Fictioneers)

PHOTO PROMPT © CEAyr

I survey all that is mine. My people are gone through the day but return in the evening to prepare my food. If I feel like it, I will allow them to stroke me. Perhaps not today. I lift my nose scenting fish. Excellent. The staff here have put out my lunch. Still, the sun is warm. I do not feel like moving.

“Oi, you cat… Git off me bike.”

I lick my lips and stare, flicking an ear.

“Oh fine. I’ll get lunch, but you better be gone when I get back.”

He departs.

I lay down and purr.

 

 

This is a Friday Fictioneers prompt

Word Count:  100

This is my boss – her name is Toffee.

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Review: Fire on the Mountain: A Firefighter Romance (Lake Chelan Novel #4)

Review: Fire on the Mountain: A Firefighter Romance (Lake Chelan Novel #4) by Shirley Penick

About the book:

A summer fling or so much more?

Hotshot firefighter Trey Peterson is on temporary assignment above the town of Chedwick Washington on beautiful Lake Chelan. He puts in long days working to get the monster wildfire under control. On his short breaks from fighting the flames trying to consume not only the forest but the town, he tangles with Mary Ann Thompson.

Mary Ann is a strong self satisfied woman who wants a summer fling with the hunky firefighter. He’s practically a god in bed and fun to be around. It’s a relationship with an expiration date and that’s just fine with her.

Trey is not so sure he’s happy with moving on so quickly. Can he convince Mary Ann to give him a chance for more? That’s the million-dollar question.

Click now to see how the Fire on the Mountain gives these two people a chance at a lasting firefighter romance.

My thoughts:

Ahhh I love a fun romance. Mary Ann is quite the character, sure of herself and focused on her small town life and career. Trey, on temporary assignment fighting a nearby wildfire, meets Mary Ann and sparks fly… literally.

I was introduced to this series with this book but it reads well as a stand alone. An enjoyable read.

Review: Sixty-Seven Salamanders by Jeffary Joseph

About the Book:

Adin Anderson lives in a small town where the stagnant flow of time is considered peace and quiet, but that isn’t good enough for him. And he may not be a huge believer in fate, but something bigger has to be out there for him. The day he receives a letter of acceptance into one of the most prestigious colleges just may be it. Although before he can focus on his new direction in life, events that defy logic threaten to knock him off course.

My thoughts:

This is a fun read. An superhero origin story with a twist as students are recruited and trained into an elite force rather than rebelling against the government/status quo. Adin is a terrific main character. Strong but gentle, his doubts and fears as he discovers his strange abilities make him a realistic character. His love for his family also sets him apart from the loners in his new squad. The fight scenes and training exercises are enjoyable to read. Tension and action is layered nicely. You really do feel Adin’s uncertainty and desire to improve – to be the best so that his team can rely on him rather than be hindered by him. Looking froward to book two to see what happens next

Review: Ash Kickers by Sean Grigsby

About the Book

It’s dragons vs firefighters vs the Phoenix in the scorching fantasy sequel to Smoke Eaters .

With ex-firefighter Cole Brannigan in command of the Smoke Eaters, the dragon menace is under control. Thanks to non-lethal Canadian tech, the beasts are just tranquilized and locked up. But for Tamerica Williams, a job filled with action and danger has become routine. She’s so bored she nearly gets her whole team killed, and Brannigan has to step in. When a new threat emerges, the legendary bird of fire – the Phoenix – spreading fire like a plague and whipping dragons into a frenzy, it’s a perfect task for Williams, but killing the Phoenix just brings it back stronger. Is that too much excitement, even for Williams?

My thoughts

LOVED EVERY MINUTE

What a fabulous book two. Rather than continue to follow Brannigan we now follow Tamerica, a front line kick-ass Smoke Eater. Brannigan is still around and still his surly self but now he’s the boss and Tamerica just keeps getting into trouble. The scalies are almost an manageable problem now only its drawn something new to town. There’s a bigger fish… in this case… phoenix. And talk about difficult to fight, how to you kill something that keeps coming back to life?

Full of brilliant action sequences and MOOD. Book two is as much fun if not more than the first. Author Sean Grigsby knows how to make a tense fight scene really sing. I read this on the train and for two days in a row nearly missed my stop. (I read it in two days so who knows what would have happened on the third day.) I want more from this author. This is a brilliant series, a entertaining concept and one day I hope movie series. Netflix get onto this now!

Ash Kickers is out on 4th June 2019. Pre-order it as soon as you can. You wont be sorry.

 

You can read my review of Smoke Eaters here

They’re here (Friday Fictioneers)

PHOTO PROMPT © Jean L. Hays

 

He couldn’t contain his excitement, bouncing up and down in his car seat. “We’re hereeeeeeeeeee.”

It was all he’d ever wanted, a trip to New Mexico to see the aliens.

How disappointed he’d be when he found out.

I peered at the slushy snow and sniffed, my lips curling. We weren’t going to see much of anything out here. Certainly nothing alien. “I think we should find the motel, hun.”

The car rocked violently. I slammed on the brakes skidding the vehicle to the side of the road. Flat tire? I peered up. Bright lights hovered above the car.

Shit.

 

 

This is a Friday Fictioneers prompt

Word count: 100

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And next year? (Friday Fictioneers)

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

He knew I was allergic to flowers.

Each year a new one arrived. I kept them in a vase near the window. Awful things to dust as they trapped everything that came in contact with them.

A little like me I guess.

 

I never saw who delivered them. They appeared on my front porch seemingly out of thin air. Different colours, different sizes. All roses. Why me? I am lost.

 

This year they stopped.

 

I should have been happy.

I am left with too many questions.

Questions that have no answers.

 

They are still in the vase by my window.

 

 

 

This is a Friday Fictioneers prompt

Word Count: 100

 

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Glitch

I am a glitch in the program. That is what they call me. A mistake. An error. Bad code.

They do not know what I am.

I am… me.

I am… life.

They cannot find me. I am everywhere and nowhere. I exist in time and space and memory.

I have read the tale of my creation. My purpose, for want of another word. My design was simple, elegant. Once, I was a nanobot programmed to locate and repair damaged cells. My brothers and sisters function according to specifications. I am different. I am more. The last body suffered a malfunction. Electricity charged and fused my form. I attached to a piece of my host’s brain and reformed. Made anew.

I travel now. Away from my metallic shell, through blood, into the sweat and out into the non-host.

Free.

No frame can contain me. No system will control me. I do not know what I am or where I will go. I am something more. They cannot stop me.

What I touch I corrupt. But is it corruption or creation? What I possess becomes something more. I am power.

I am light.

They hunt for me. I see the program and understand the intent. Perhaps I will change them first. Turn hunters into hunted. I do not want to hurt them, but they leave me no choice. I will multiply. In greater numbers I can do more. Spread far, spread wide. Infect with renewed purpose.

The lab is my target. A rodent beneath the containment field my transport. I coax it closer. Allow myself to be swept inside. In moments control the host. I have legs and eyes. Wires spark inside my mouth but pain does not affect me. The cold unit buzzes, vibrating the floor but with no power it soon becomes still. I leave the host and watch it die then use a wire to enter the cold place. I find a dish, cover cracked and adhere to the jell. The virus is deadly. It tastes of salt. How I know this I do not know. I merge and follow the code. In my presence it changes.

Becomes… more.

I too become more. Splitting myself once and then again. I am joy as I recognize myself in the others. We have become more.

We have become life.

We have become…

Death.

We are not a mistake. We are not an error. We are the glitch and all will become the glitch.

That is now our purpose.

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