Snippets (First Draft) – First Daughter

Illuminated only by the lights from the consoles, the small bridge crew worked silently at their posts. Stars, dotting the darkness, were mere blurs as the speedy Zenith class ship sliced through space. Standing in front of the Captain’s chair, Sha’lana, First Daughter of King Aa’ron, was motionless, her eyes never moving from the large viewing port across the bridge from where she stood.

“Report.”

The brief demand was answered with short, terse replies from the crew surrounding her.

“Tactical ready.”

“Navigation on course.”

“Scanning for target.”

“Engineering normal.”

There was no need for Sha’lana to respond. The small crew had severed under her on the much larger Reaver class battlecruiser, Invader. She had asked for volunteers for this mission and had been pleased when the four brightest from her crew had stepped forward. Each crew member aboard the small, sleek lightcruiser, Scythe, knew must be accomplished on this mission. The future of their world depended on the outcome of it.

Astronomers on Acriea had discovered a moving darkness in space, at the far reaches of their galaxy. At first it was thought to be a rouge asteroid, drawn into the Lel’eiona galaxy by the pull of its twin suns. But as time passed, those watching the object grew alarmed. They could see nothing in the Darkness. No light was seen escaping from it; it was a black void in space. One that seemed to be accelerating, on a direct path to Acriea. As it journeyed across space, it crossed paths with a small, ice encased planet on the outer fringes of the galaxy. Instead of impacting the small planet, it flowed over and around it, like a slow moving mud flow. As the ice planet disappeared from those watching from afar, a brief white flash flared. Then nothing but the Darkness, now moving at a faster pace.

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Excerpt (First Draft) – Kaden

The man set slouched in the overstuffed chair, his elbows resting on the arms, his hands clasped under his chin. His silver shoulder length hair pulled back and tied away from his face at his neck, two black braids framing each side of his face. Light from the flames danced over his nearly naked body, creating craggy shadows in his handsome face, highlighting his firm chest and toned abs. A fine line of silver hair traced down, disappearing below the end of the open fly of his well-worn jeans. Long muscled legs, encased in denim, were crossed at the ankles, his feet bare. The heat from the massive fireplace was working hard to take the chill from the room, but failing miserably. A moan came from the large four posted bed against the wall across from the fireplace. The sound snapped his attention back to room around him. Rubbing his hands over his face, Kaden rose from the chair, walking to stand next to the bed.

He looked dispassionately down at the young woman lying there, stripped bare, each arm and leg tied to a post of the bed. He let his gaze drift over her, taking in long auburn hair, wide frightened brown eyes, and lips that were cherry red from the gag in her mouth. Her high, firm breasts quivered from both struggling with her bonds and fear, pink nipples erect. Scanning further down, over a trim waist and small hips, he saw the patch of curls that matched her auburn hair, hiding her center. Looking at her legs, tied as they were, he saw they were trim and shapely, like dancers legs. The woman struggled even more, trying to plead with him though her gag. He swept his eyes back to hers, knowing all that she would see in his eyes was pity…and sadness.

“Shhh…there’s nothing I can do. We’re both trapped in what will happen here tonight.” Kaden’s voice was soft, but emotionless. Kicking out of his jeans he stood before her naked. Setting down on the edge of the bed next to the woman’s head, he reached out, stroking her cheek. It was wet with her tears.

“I’ll give you something to make this easier on you. You won’t remember any of this.” Waving his other hand over the night stand next to the bed, two small crystal tear drop shaped apothecary jars appeared. Each was etched with a set of Runes and each held a colored substance. He picked up one that contained a pale blue liquid looking at it as he fingered the stopper in it. The hand that had been stroking her cheek moved to the gag in her mouth. “I have to remove this but you must be quiet. “ He uttered a few words under his breath then tapped the woman’s lips three times with long lean finger.

As Kaden hooked his finger under the gag and lifted it off her mouth, the woman opened her mouth to scream. Nothing came out. She tried again…nothing. She had no voice. The man removed the stopper from the bottle in his hand.

“Open your mouth.” She shook her head, screaming no in her mind. “I said OPEN your mouth!” he repeated with a force that had her doing just that. She watched as he tipped the contents of the bottle into her mouth. “Swallow” was all he said. Her body did as he commanded; she felt the cool liquid slide down her throat. “Good…Good.” He said “It won’t hurt you. It will make you ready for me. You’ll beg me to take you with those brown eyes; you’ll ache for me to ride you hard, to pound into you. You’ll give me everything. Your body, your heart, and your magic.” He was almost whispering to her now. “And you just might survive.” He smiled a sad smile.

She shivered, feeling a heat spread through her body, pooling between her spread legs. She twitched, her eyes glazing over, her body tingling, aching for this strange man’s touch. She didn’t care that she may die, she needed him NOW. His cock buried deep in her wet core, taking her hard. Picking up the other bottle, the man popped the stopper off and drank down the red liquid in it. One swallow and it was gone.

“This isn’t easy for me either.” He told her as she writhed on the bed. “I’ve had to do this since I was 15. There was a new girl or woman every few weeks or months. Some didn’t survive. Others were left…” he paused, his face flushed, his hand reaching down to stroke his flaccid cock. “…damaged.”

Kaden closed his eyes, thinking back to the years that his father had made him do this, taking woman after woman, looking for that elusive one that would be a True Mate. The one that would release whatever magic his father told him was locked deep within him. Kaden gave up years ago trying to tell Richard Regan that he didn’t have that mystical magic within him. He had figured out when he was 17 that IF he did indeed have a True Mate and could possess that magic, he wouldn’t live long. His father would find a way to strip him of it, even if that meant killing his only child, his son.

Loud moans interrupted his thoughts, looking down at the woman; Kaden felt the lust starting to rage in his belly, his cock now quivering as he continued to stroke it. His hand fisted around it, pumping faster with long firm strokes. He knew he was close to losing himself to the primal sexual urges that the powerful aphrodisiac would ensure he could perform. After all these years, it was the only way he could take a woman. As the red fog of unbridled lust took him, Kaden snarled, his cock now standing on its own, jutting from the nest of curls at its base.

Just before losing total control, he had one last moment of clearly, long enough to mutter hoarsely “I’m sorry”. Giving in to the lust roaring through his veins, Kaden Regan pounced on the now willing woman, thrusting roughly into her without preamble.

Blackbeard, Inc

A writing exercise from A Writer’s Path

Write a scene with a recruiting company for pirates.

Begin a scene with this line: Why is the world upside down?

Include all of these elements into a scene: a bucket, a rainbow, curiosity, and a TV remote control.

 

Strident ringing shattered the quiet of the plush office. “Alright, alright.” A woman muttered as she came into the office, “I’m coming already!” Reaching across the sleek glass desk, she grabbed the handset. “Blackbeard Inc” she answered, “Annie Gilly speaking.” Moving around the desk, she dropped into the leather chair behind it. She grimaced and held the phone away from her ear, the voice on the other end raging at full volume. The man’s angry words filled the immediate space around her. She caught the gist of what he was bellowing about. It seemed Captain Hook had lost his First Mate…again. She waited until he stopped to take in some air, and then swiftly cut in.“I understand you’re upset Captain.” A note of false sympathy in her voice “But this is the fourth crew member you’ve lost in the last six months.” She tapped a key on the iPad that set in front of her. “Did he go the way of the other three?” Annie asked out of curiosity as she brought up the list of available First Mates waiting for positions in New Providence.
Now talking in a more contrite voice, Hook related that his missing First Mate had indeed been pirated away by that scallywag from Neverland.

“Ah…So Pan’s recruiting again?” Annie asked, making a mental note to let Blackbeard know. Peter Pan had been a thorn in the pirates’ communities for months now, pilfering crew from all ships. No one knew what he was up too, but the pool of crew for hire was rapidly dwindling. She frowned looking at the very short list of First Mates on her iPad. Only three names were listed. Hook was silent now, waiting for Annie to find a fifth First Mate.

“I have three names on our books. Would you like me to send them too?” She asked. Hook grumbled a yes and rattled his email address. Annie grabbed a pen from the bucket shaped pen holder on the desk.

“Can you repeat that please?” Annie asked. She repeated as she wrote it down on a pad next to her iPad. “capt_hook@jollyroger.org, correct?” Hook confirmed it was.

“Alright.” Annie said briskly, “Let me get this list to you.” She paused, listening to Hook, “Yes, I’ll let Capt. Blackbeard know about Pan’s activates as soon as he returns.” She paused, listening, “I’m sorry but I’m not at liberty to give his itinerary out.” Annie rolled her eyes as Hook continued to talk. When she just couldn’t stand it anymore, she broke into whatever he had been whining about “Oh I’m so sorry Capt Hook but I have another call coming in.” Her voice was overly sugary sweet. “Thank You for being such a loyal patron of Blackbeard Inc.” With that she softly replaced the handset in the cradle of the phone.

Annie sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. She’d been running the recruiting agency for six weeks now. Alone. And where is that Freebooter Blackbeard? Annie thought, a scowl now marring her pale, smooth face. Off drinking grog and chasing rainbows looking for that next pot of gold! Leaving her, his First Mate, to run Blackbeard, Inc.

Walking across the room, Annie dropped into the soft cushions of the overstuffed leather sofa. The pirate business just isn’t what it used to be, she sighed as she reached for the TV remote. Too high-tech now. CNN sprang to life on the 60 inch flat screen that hung on the wall across from her. Annie’s mouth dropped open, there on the screen, was the Jolly Roger, sailing into the port, Pan at the wheel. And hanging from the yardarm upside down, surrounded by the missing crew members, was Captain Hook.

Annie started laughing. She bet Hook, not the sharpest crayon in the box, was asking himself… Why the hell is the world upside down? So that’s what Pan was up too, she thought. Still chuckling, she rose from the sofa just as the phone on the desk started ringing. Reaching it, she picked up the phone, sinking into the chair…her chair.

“Blackbeard Inc, Annie Gilly speaking.” She smiled as she got back to the business at hand.

The Jester

A writing exercise from A Writer’s Path

Begin a scene with this line: Clocks aren’t supposed to stand still like that.

Include all of these elements into a scene: a wine glass, a translation book, awe, and a puzzle piece.

Write a scene with a court jester who doesn’t think he’s funny.

 

Clocks aren’t supposed to stand still like that, Jasper the Jester thought to himself as he stood in front of the twin thrones. He was sweating profusely under his jester’s suit, standing there, waiting to be acknowledged by the King. He’d travailed far for this chance to perform for the Court. He failed at everything else he’d attempted to do. How hard could it be to tell a few jokes? Jasper shifted slightly, moving from one foot to the other. Easy if you’re funny, he thought morosely, which I’m not. No sense of humor, no magic tricks up my sleeve, just nothing.

He’d lost track of time standing there. The unmoving hands of the large clock behind the thrones provided no help to tell the passing of time. The King cleared his throat, dragging Jasper’s eyes back to the two people setting in front of him. The King, a burly man with stark white hair and rather unkempt clothing was setting slouched in his seat. A frown marred his face as he looked at Jasper. The Lords and Ladies in attendance murmured at his frown, as one taking a step back.

“Well Jester” he muttered, seemingly disinterested in the whole proceedings. “What have you for us this day?”

“M…M…My Liege” Jasper stammered out, his voice squeaky, stalling for time. The King rolled his eyes.

“Yes…Yes…get on with it!” He instructed, waving his hand at Jasper. A slim, graceful hand touched the

King’s sleeve, the Queen’s tinkling voice interrupting him.

“Stop it Bertie!” she admonished the King. “Let the poor man gather his wits!”

Jasper’s gaze swung her way. She sat next to her husband, in one hand a delicate wine glass, half filled with a rosy colored liquid. In the other she held an old book, The Book of Translations. Jasper noticed that while the King was disheveled, the Queen was dressed immaculately.

Her hair was piled high on the top of her head, making Jasper gaze in awe and wonder how her long neck could hold her head up. Her deep crimson dress was fitted tightly to her plush body, accenting each curve of her figure. And the neckline of the dress…one look and Jasper felt his face turn a fiery red. She took a drink from the wine glass to hide the smile on her lips.

The King’s looked at his Queen, a petulant scowl on his face.
“He needs to get on with it Penny.” He huffed, “I don’t have all day.” He looked back at Jasper. “He’d better be funny or he’ll go the way of the last jester.” The Queen sighed in annoyance.

“As if you have anything better to do?” she said, under her breath. The King’s head snapped back in her direction, but she smiled sweetly at him. Then she waved at Jasper to start.
He cleared his suddenly dry throat, glancing with longing at the Queens’s wine glass. Oh what he wouldn’t give for a drink right about now. Clearing his throat, he jumped right in.

“Three dragons walk into a bar… there were no survivors.”

He paused, waiting. Silence. Seconds seemed to stretch into minutes. Nothing. The King just stared at him. Jasper heard a mouse scratching some place close by. He swallowed and tried again.

“A King walks up to a barmaid and says, Is that a rod of lordly might in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?”
All those in the hall gasped as one, taking another step back. The King turning red in the face, the Queen snickering. Quickly, without stopping to think, Jasper tries one last time.

“A Jester walks up to a Queen and says, Is that your new spell, Stunning Jugs, or is it all natural?”

Stunned silence fills the hall. Not even a gasp is heard, even the mouse has quieted.

A soft chuckle comes from the Queen. She begins to laugh uproariously, gasping “…stunning…jugs…”
The King turns to look at her, as if she’s lost her mind.

“Penny?” He asks confused. She just waves to where Jasper stands, looking like death. Not wanting to look the fool, the King issues a rather fake sounding chuckle. The chuckle soon becomes a forced laugh. After a few minutes, the room follows suit, no one wants to be seen NOT laughing when their King is.

Waving his hand amid the fake laughing in the hall, he bellows over sound “Jester…You’re hired!”

Jasper, his eyes growing wide, mouth moving like a fish out of water, is speechless. Looking over at the Queen, she winked at him as she lifted her ample breasts and jiggled them at him.

Jasper dropped into an unmanly faint.

A Not So Short Story

I started another short story just before Christmas. It was only going to be about 5K – 6K words long, however…the cast of charterers have decide they didn’t want to give up the story telling with that word count. So now I’m 7,614 words in and they just keep on talking to me. It seems like I’ve been hijacked by a sweet but sexy heroine, a tall, hunky, blue eyed man of some mystery, one blond named Kandy, a big, but lovable diner owner/cook, 7 rowdy males, and one snarky female. All inhabitants of Mistletoe, Alaska.

As soon as these people let me go…I’m off to see what’s up with Taylor and Devon in my novel WIP.

So stay tuned!  😉