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via Daily Prompt: Invisible

From The Grey House, Book Two, Inside the Grey House:

The sword was about three and a half feet in length, looked like a two handed sword but was lighter than a rapier. It was well balanced, a quality piece of work. The blade had the look of a Damascus sword, but the folds of metal were red, orange and yellow. The runes on it were almost invisible unless hit by direct light. She traced the symbols, wondering what they would do in direct sunlight. It was one o’clock in the morning. She would have to wait a few hours to find out. Backing away from the car, Natalia swung the sword, feeling the weight and balance. It really was a fine sword.

via Daily Prompt: Identical

From The Grey House, Book Three, Protector of the Grey House:

The first demon bellowed and advanced on Vincent, who watched in terror as the other went for his woman. He had never seen these demons before and had no idea how to banish them. They were taller then he by a head and twice as wide. They were formed by broken pieces of mirror, glass, razor blades and what looked to be hypodermic needles. Their hands were all broken glass, with long bits acting as claws. Their mouths resembled sharks’ mouths, with row after row of needles. Their eyes looked like bent spoons. Vincent could see no flesh. The thing before him bellowed and he backed off, assessing the situation. Joseph was by his side, handing him a short sword, brandishing an identical one.

 

via Daily Prompt: Blush

This is from The Grey House, Book Two, Inside the Grey House.

Rebecca leaned back against the desk, chewed on her lip and plunged ahead. “I’m pregnant.” Vincent raised an eyebrow; Markus made a noise and Charlie blushed. “Do you remember how my mother was when she was pregnant with me, sir?”

 

via Daily Prompt: Patience

This is from The Grey House, Book Two, Inside the Grey House

Vincent looked down at her with slight distaste. He had no patience for humans like her, but he let her cry anyway, knowing she needed to. She calmed enough and continued her story through sobs and more tears.

 

 

 

 

 

via Daily Prompt: Provoke

A paragraph from my novel called The Storm.

The ambulance stopped soon enough and Nessa waited for the inevitable. Once the doors opened, she was nearly shoved out of the back. She kept her footing, and did nothing to provoke the men and women around her. She saw that they were in a garage, and that they were surrounded by men and women in hospital uniforms. The calmer she acted, the more nervous some became. The men wanted to sedate her; the women seemed to think she would be all right. Nessa said nothing, did nothing until finally a man in a lab coat came forward and stuck her with a needle in the arm. Nessa hissed in breath but allowed the medicine to flow through her bloodstream. Soon enough, the sedative took affect and she fainted.

via Daily Prompt: Noise

From The Grey House, Book One:

The woman placed a hand on Anthony’s knee and leaned in as if to kiss his ear. A frown crossed Vincent’s brow. What was her game? She stayed in that position and then Anthony turned his head toward her ear. His lips were moving, but Vincent couldn’t hear anything. He turned the sound up fruitlessly, bringing in more surrounding noise. Realizing he had been outsmarted, he calmly turned the sound down, punched up other camera views and vacated the chair. Mierka, one of his other bodyguards, smirked as she took the seat and went back to guarding the club.

 

via Daily Prompt: Grasp

This is a paragraph from The Grey House Book Two, Inside the Grey House:

Vincent growled as he rushed forward, healing himself along the way. She slashed as he charged, using the light weapon effectively. He pulled back when blood gushed from the wound on his neck. He fell to his knees, grasping his neck, trying hard to hold in his blood. Anthony was yelling for her blood, demanding the fight be stopped. Vincent closed his wound, wondering if Anthony was right. He was starting to feel rather hungry. He had lost more blood then he thought he would. He had to take her down. He looked up at the beautiful woman wondering how to do it, and saw the look in her eye. She hid it quickly, but not quickly enough. Vincent’s eyes roamed to her right arm: the bandage was soaked with blood.

via Daily Prompt: Captivating

Though this passage does not contain the word “Captivating” I think it explains it well enough. This is the very first part of a book I have yet to talk much about. It is called “That Which Has No Name”. I will publish this one day. When I have more experience with such things.

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Annabelle Fields stared up at Pastor Jordan from the first pew in the tiny wooden church. He was talking loudly, gesturing wildly with his arms, letting his emotions shine on his handsome face. His blue eyes were flashing and his short brown hair, usually slicked back, was unkempt. He was a large man, but then everyone was large next to Annabelle. She was 28 years old and stood five foot two inches. She’d been the same height since she turned 18. It made people think she was younger, which had not bothered her, until Pastor Jordan came to town three months ago.

Annabelle sighed as she continued to watch him. He was talking about the Creatures again, the ones God had sent long before humans. He started talking of these Creatures about two months ago, worrying some of the congregation, igniting the imagination of others. Annabelle didn’t care what he was talking about, as long as he was talking.

She tore her eyes away when he turned toward her and caught her eye. She blushed and ducked her head, feeling guilty when she felt her mom’s hand clamp down painfully on her knee. Her mother knew she had a crush on the Pastor and felt it was a sin. Annabelle was not the only one who had a crush on the new Pastor. Every woman in the small church had a crush on him, including Annabelle’s mom. Maryann dressed her best on Sundays, always sat in the first pew and always stayed late to talk to him, always keeping Annabelle close, but also keeping her quiet.

Annabelle asked her mother once why Maryann was allowed to flirt with the Pastor and she was not. Her mother had given her a dirty look, then hit her over and over with the family bible, quoting passages, insinuating her daughter’s real name was Delilah. It was the first and last time Annabelle had questioned the hypocrisy. Still, whenever Maryann caught her daughter looking at the Pastor in a certain way, she would beat her when they were alone, screaming scripture the whole time. Annabelle was tired of it, but couldn’t help looking at the Pastor. He was so handsome. Stray thoughts of watching him undress flitted through her mind as she blushed. She looked down at the bible in her hands and read the passages, not caring what she was reading. She was in church; she shouldn’t allow herself to fall into the devil’s temptation.

Breathing hard, Annabelle continued to read her bible until Pastor Jordan was done preaching. She lost herself in the choir’s voice, hoping that by the end of the service, her mother would have forgotten her indiscretion.

 

 

 

 

 

via Daily Prompt: Meander

This is from The Grey House Book One

“Pretty much. I think you know how I met Vincent.”

“I heard.” He paused to concentrate on getting by a line of trucks meandering down the mountain road. They were almost off the mountains. He was glad. Mountain roads made him a bit nervous. Too many sheer drops.

 

 

via Daily Prompt: Uncompromising

Sometimes, the uncompromising NEED to write takes over everything. Sometimes, it doesn’t. I have a short story idea in my head, but I think I need to flush it out a bit before I write it out. It’ll be a second part to The Usual, one of the short stories in my collection Enter the Maze. We’ll see what happens with it.

I also have an idea for an idontknowwhat and will write it out and see where it goes. Until then, enjoy a short story I wrote a while back. It was based on a prompt of: I’m a curious person.

It was supposed to be a 3 minute fiction if read out load, written for a contest. Didn’t win, but had fun with it. Hope you do, too.

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I’m a curious person. No, I’m a nosy person. No, I’m a snoop. I’m a private investigator and it’s finally gotten me into trouble.

Maybe.

If I can get out before the police find me, I’m in the clear.

He came to me a month ago. He thought his wife was cheating on him, and wanted to save his marriage.  He kept asking for advice and I started looking into it.  We’ve been friends for years. He can’t afford my rates. I did it for free, without telling him.

I didn’t notice anything wrong at first. She had a normal routine: went to work, the gym, went home. Eventually, I told him I was looking into it, but she wasn’t seeing anyone. I was going to drop it when things changed. She didn’t take the usual way home, and often made quick turns without signaling. I put a tracking device on her car; she couldn’t lose me. It was odd, though. There was no reason for things to change. I wondered if she knew someone was following her, but let it go.

Then he called me, frantic. She was gone. He was sure she had gone away with her lover. I tracked her to her folks and told him where she was. She came back into town the next day. In the pictures I took, she looked terrified. He called me and told me to drop the case, but something felt off. Don’t ask me how, but I got her phone records, the numbers anyway. He was the only one that contacted her. I was suspicious. If she had a lover, she never contacted him.

Today, I received all her records: phone calls and texts. The day after I told him I was looking into things, he let her know someone was threatening to kill them. Someone was following them both. He was terrified for their lives. It escalated quickly until she told him she was going to hide. She went to her folks without telling him.

A few hours later, he sent her a text saying someone knew where she was. She wasn’t safe at her parents’ place. She came back because I told him where she was. Something was going on and I didn’t like it. He was playing us both, giving us different information, but I didn’t know why.

After he left for work today, I went to their apartment to talk to her. The door was open a crack. I opened it and found her dead on the floor, a knife nearby. I tried to leave, but realized the police were already in the building. They know me, and I didn’t want them to think I killed her. I have to find him. I don’t know if he killed her, but I came to the apartment a few moments after he left, and didn’t see anyone else leave. Friend or not, if he killed her, he’s going to jail.