Forbidden Love: London in the Skies

Forbidden Love:  London in the Skies
The airship London was a small vessel meant for transportation and minimal occupancy, it had been in her family for generations.  She could hear the hum of the steam engines, the smell of oil hung thick to the air and every breath was near intoxicating.  The floors a seasoned oak, stained with a storied past.  Paintings of times old hung to the walls keeping the secrets of all they had seen.  Aboard this airship was the one place she knew she was always in control and was fully herself.
Short brown hair hung to her shoulders with streaks of purple and red, the goggles with their lime green tint and bronzed casing stuck to her forehead as beads of sweat fled the rubber exterior. The black leather corset clung tightly; white laced long sleeve top exposed her cleavage for the shadows to stare.  Brown fitted pants with matching belt and gun holsters hung to her hips.  White laced ruffles floated around her wrists as she sharpened the surgical knife.
She turned away from the work station; it was the first sound the doctor had made in an hour.  A whimper, knowing all hope was lost.  She pulled the goggles down over her hazel eyes, with her purple eye liner.  She starred contently at the blade for a moment longer.  The second plea for mercy brought her to her feet, the sound of her heavy knee high black boots thundered across the room.  “I love you,” she whispered to his ear.
A sharp smile graced her thick red lips as she placed the tip of the sharp blade to his chest, their eyes met one last time.  Aboard her airship, Jaclyn Ripper was always in control and who she was meant to be.

Check out the other entries to the Forbidden Love blog hop, last day to enter.

Forbidden Love: Shooting Stars, Broken Heart!

Forbidden Love:  Shooting Stars, Broken Heart!
Lucas swung in the hammock and looked up at the shooting stars; he was on his fifth drink and far from done.  The glorious sight over head was something he had only witnessed once before and made the feeling in his stomach bitter sweet. 
The last time so vivid in his mind, the same hammock, the big difference was Tessa.  It was one of the last days they spent together over four years prior.  The night ended with the only time the two ever kissed and he still remembered her voice, “I’m in love with you”.  They had only been just friends before then and he didn’t realize what was in front of him.  He loved her but he was not sure he loved her in the way she needed him too. 
Lucas pulled the invitation from its flashy envelop once more.  “You are cordially invited to the wedding of Mr. Joshua Scotch and Tessa Daniels”.  His heart sunk each time he had read it; it was closer to the hundredth time now instead of the first.  They had remained friends all these years and he knew this day was coming.  He was truly happy for her.  He studied the picture of the happy couple and then back to the hand written note for him inside, he knew it was her own hand writing.
Lucas set the invitation back inside the envelop and took another drink feeling another round of tears swell.  He would not go to the wedding.  He did not trust himself to be there and not say something when it was asked if anyone objected.  He truly wanted her to be happy.  She was more than just a friend, she was the one he foolishly let get away…
Check out the other entries to the Forbidden Love blog hop, still a couple days to enter.

Five Sentence Fiction – Lost

Five Sentence Fiction –  Lost
Bradley paced back and forth, frantic, ever part of him screamed in anger and it felt like his heart was going to explode from his chest.  He ran his hands through his short hair in frustration how could he have lost it, he had torn his way through his apartment and it looked like a tornado had been there in his place.  Weeks Bradley had planned this evening, a full moon lingered overhead outside and the night air was just right for a moon lit stroll through the park and he had already went by the small bridge and hid the single lily.  He looked at his watch once more, ’10:01’, he knew Maria would be there in less than an hour as she was always early but it didn’t matter if he couldn’t find it.  The door bell chimed, he thought his heart had stopped that very moment but it was the shock he needed, and he knew the small black velvet box was in the cookie jar waiting for him all along. 
For more five sentence fiction goodness check out LillieMcFerrin’s blog, (and her snazzy looking new site).
Also check out her Forbidden Love Blog Hop, only a few days remaining to get your entry in.

Napping Blogger Award

Napping Blogger Award
Thanks Donna B McNicol for the award 🙂  
The rules for the Napping Blogger Award are easy:

1.                  Link back to the one who gave you the award
2.                  Tell us what you do to take time for YOU! That might be a hobby, a musical break, a favorite movie or show, sitting outside enjoying nature, or even taking a nap!
3.                  Nominate five other bloggers – especially folks you think deserve a break from their routine.
What I do when I want to relax or get away from people, a number of things really.  I enjoy going to the movies, but sometimes that is the last place you want to go when you just want to escape people.  A lot of times over the past few years when I want to take time just for me, I go for walk/run.  Just nature and my mp3 player…as I always have to have music.  : )  Other times I like to go by any of the local lakes.  
The Five Bloggers who deserve a break:
(Be sure to go back to her page to pick a banner of your choice if you don’t like the one I picked)
  1. Lillie McFerrin
  2. Jo-Anne Teal
  3. Anne Meade
  4. Bullish Ink
  5. Brewed Bohemian      

Five Sentence Fiction – Orange

Five Sentence Fiction – Orange
          The whistle of the arrow caught Ackyer off guard, he had not seen the goblin with his dark green skin but his daughter held no hesitation with her shot.  “We have lurkers in the marsh,” Januala stated as she glanced back at her father with his proud grin plastered across his face as he pushed the boat along at a slow pace, “there will surely be more waiting for us in the forest around the dock.”
            “Vorsita will send them a scurry,” Ackyer quickly stated he could see the rotted dock, the path leading up surrounded by vines and thin trees almost shaped a dome over the well placed stone path, they were nearly there.
            The bones of past visitors littered the beach, the goblins had secured many meals at the expense of unknowing travelers and even now he could hear them moving somewhere just out of sight.
            The boat came to the dock and just as swiftly the splash could be heard; the two thousand pound dragon landed with a roar as he shook the water from his orange scales, the sounds of goblins padding away brought a smile to the father and daughters faces.
For more Five Sentence Fiction check out Lillie McFerrin’s blog.

Faerytaleish Pinterest Contest: One Chance

One Chance
Dexter moved through the thick under growth every vine, limb, and root stabbing out at his armor.  His hand rested on the pommel of his sword, he did not expect danger or hostility, his journey was not one of war. His quest was one of mending. 
A wise shaman told him where he could find the tomb, a secret only a few held.  But the old man saw the pain in Dexter and deemed him worthy of an audience.  He told him the way, once and only once it was for him to remember every detail.
He crept through the lavish green forest, closer and closer he could hear the waterfall.  Until he was there, he smiled for the first time in months.  His heart skipped, the most life he had felt within his chest in recent memory.  He could hardly contain his excitement as he rushed to the waterfall and through to the secret path behind.  Even in the dark tunnel he had no problem seeing the carved face on the door, the tomb and his one wish awaited him.
“What is it you wish of me,” a voice called out the moment he laid his hand to the wooden face.
“A chance.” 
The face shifted its normal glum look to a smile. 
“Too prove love can prevail, that there is no obstacle to much for love, one solitary chance.”  He could almost see his loves face in the reflection on the wall and he smiled.
But the face quickly lost its own grin and showed only sorrow, “I can grant many things.  Wealth, fame…but the heart I can not control.”  He dropped to his knees immediately as the eyes closed, his heart again broken and tears fell as he knew there was nothing he could do.

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Five Sentence Fiction – Silence

Five Sentence Fiction – Silence
Achskel stood in silence, he awaited Commander Veron to acknowledge him and a uncomfortable sweat ran across his forehead as he heard the bones crunch in his commanders mouth thinking it had been days since his last true meal.  If the situation had been reversed Veron would have had him lashed for the tormented wait instead he grinned with the grease from the duck still on his lips, “What is it?” he grunted with a sly smile which highlighted the scars across both cheeks from the corner of his mouth.
“The prisoner, she has been readied for your presence,” Achskel stuttered, his clammy hands twisted behind his back he watched as Veron sucked the remaining grease from his fat fingers but looked at him the entire time with the same intense, evil glare the prisoner had given him.
A laugh, closer to a growl escaped Veron, “She killed ten before we were alarmed of her presence and almost ten more from the moment the bells rang, has she said anything of who sent her to assassinate me?”
Achskel trembled, his eyes adjusted to the floor in front of him and heard the low growl from his commander again before he spoke, “Mi’Lord, she has no tongue…she bite her own tongue off when she was finally captured.”
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Kreativ Blogger Award

Lillie McFerrin tagged me for the “Kreativ Blogger Award”.
The rules:
  1. Thank and link back to the person who nominated you.
  2. Answer the ten questions.
  3. Share ten random facts/thoughts about yourself.
  4. Nominate seven worthy blogs for the Kreativ Blogger Award.
 The Questions:
  1. What is your favorite song?
With how much music I listen to, it was pretty hard to narrow it down to just one.  But I do come back to this song quite often.  And if I was to answer this song next week it would probably be something different…
  1. What is your favorite dessert?
Believe it or not, I’m not the biggest sweets person.  But if I had to pick one, Peanut Butter Milkshakes. 
  1. What ticks you off?
Liars and thieves.
  1. What do you do when you are upset?
Run/walk/hill climb has become my go to therapy over the past few years.
  1. Which is your favorite pet?
I only have Bear.  :- )  
And Max will always have a place in my heart (he passed in 2007).
  1. Which do you prefer black or white?
Black.
  1. What is your biggest fear?
Going unnoticed?  But at the same time being noticed?  Does that make sense (probably not).  How about going unnoticed by someone who you really want to see you for who you are.  (I really had a hard time coming up with something and this was the only thing that came to mind)
  1. What is your attitude mostly?
Realistic?  Though that may be my ‘forced’ attitude as I’ve found over recent years if I get my hopes up, really look forward to something, or something is too good to be true.  It usually doesn’t go my way.  So I do try to keep myself drowned in reality of any situation (not always successful).
  1. What is perfection?
Does perfection exist?  Really?  Nothing is perfect, everything worth having will never come easy and will have to be worked for. 
  1. What is your guilty pleasure?
…..i’m drawing a blank here.
The Random Facts:  (quite possible a couple repeats here from past blogs)
  1. I’m a huge Joss Whedon fan!  I’m a huge fan of his Firefly/Serenity (and have luckily met most of the cast).  But I did not watch Firefly when it first aired on television…I viewed it as a replacement for Dark Angel.  So despite being a fan of Whedons other works (Buffy/Angel)…I never gave it a shot at first.    
  2. Never seen the ocean.
  3. I’ve been a ‘comic geek’ since high school, the first comic I ever got was a Silver Surfer comic (an issue with Jack of Hearts).  Since then I’ve always been loyal to Marvel Comics (especially everything X-Men except the movies, lol).  Favorite character (for the longest time it was Cecilia Reyes) but I would have to go with Remy LeBaeu, Gambit
  4. It had probably been fifteen years since I’ve tried to write poetry up until a month or so ago a made another attempt…
  5. Favorite musical artist of all time, Sheryl Crow.
  6. HUGE Lord of the Rings fan, have read the books several times….but I had never even heard of it until the year before the first movie came out (I had finished the first two books just before Fellowship came out).
  7. I’m a very quiet person, especially when I’m just meeting someone.  I’ve had a few people tell me “I may not talk a lot but when I do I’m worth listening too”.  (One of the best compliments I have ever gotten really)
  8. Favorite color is Red.
  9. I never started letting my hair grow until I was 24/25, before that I always kept it extremely short.
  10. Probably my favorite piece of art I’ve ever done, I painted it around 2000 after a day at the lake with a bunch of friends: 
Nominations:
Brewed Bohemian
Going for Coffee 
Life As it is, Dreams as I Make Them
The Galavanting Girl Books
Yearning for Wonderland
Surly Muse
Donna B. McNicol

Flash Fiction Challenge: Flower Blossom

My entry for Becca J Campbell’s flash fiction contest, be sure to check out the other entries on Becca’s site.  As well as her upcoming novel Foreign Identity.

Flower Blossom
Ayiana had ten minutes if she was lucky, but so far she had not been. She had two wounds as glaring proof. The shoulder was only a graze, nothing she couldn’t stitch herself. The gushing wound on her side was another worry all together; she held her hand tightly against it feeling blood seep between her fingers.        
Ayiana could hear the sound of the authorities as they frantically pounded on the door to the roof. She pulled off the shoulder length wig of auburn hair, exposing the dramatic pixie cut of multiple colors. She dropped it, no longer any use having severed its purpose getting her into the ‘Hive’. Easy to slip past when everyone is afraid to look you in the eyes, she was a clone to the woman of a much higher stature. Brought into the world nothing more than an assistant, slave to the woman of her image. Things did not go as planned, when grown Ayiana was too independent…deemed…dysfunctional, and to be corrected.
                                              
If not for the rebels, she would have been just another vase of ash spread in the gardens. Fertilizer to help the flowers bloom. But fate had other plans for her and she could still see Byrnes big grin with his scruffy grey beard as he helped her from her bindings. ‘Great plans for you my flower blossom,” he said in his graveled voice.
Ayiana heard the crash, the sound of rustling feet as they charged toward her.  She didn’t have to look; everything was so loud there had to be at least ten of them.  So loud and distracting she almost didn’t hear the familiar graveled voice in her ear piece, “I’m here.”

Five Sentence Fiction – Candy

Five Sentence Fiction – Candy
The light escaped the flickering candles, shadows danced around the room enjoying the splendor of the moment.  He felt her fingernails dig into his wrist as he stared into her heavenly green eyes and watched as she bit her lower lip in anticipation.  He leaned in to inhale her intoxicating scent as he slowly kissed the scorpion tattoo just below her ear, slow and lingering kisses as she closed the already small distance between them.  He felt her exhale a sigh as he pulled away to get lost in her eyes where he wanted to remain the rest of his life.  In that moment nothing else mattered, their problems, their lives outside their room as he slowly leaned in with his own eager smile, and kissed her sweet lips.
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