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Oct 12 writing prompt… WIRE

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Okay… the writing prompt for oct 12 is wire… I chose to think of it as ‘down to the wire’ which is usually meant as ‘last minute’… a last minute decision in a race, or finishing a project last minute… your character could be in a race of some kind, or rushing to do a job before the bad guys kill their loved ones… and just makes it under the wire…

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or your character could be doing some circus act, walking a tight rope aka a wire, or doing some other death defying stunt… which brings me to ‘wired’ or on drugs… because the guy in the above picture has to be hopped up on something …

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But it doesn’t have to be some hardcore drug in order for your character to be wired… they could be overdoing the caffeine… or, you know, a cat dipping into the catnip…

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Or you could be writing some police story where you need a wire tap… aka, tapping someone’s phone… who knows what your character may hear…

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And lastly… arts and crafts for you character… if they have some left over chicken wire from that fence/chicken coop they needed to put up, they can make a decorative frame to string up pictures and other crafts… or use fishing wire to bead together a necklace or bracelet… or just go fishing… or string up some wire to hang photos while they dry when the character is developing his own… some many WIRE activities to pic from… have some fun and write some words…

happy wordage, Tracey

Oct 11 prompt… Cat

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For Oct 11 the writing prompt is all things catty… muhahaha…. I just love my Dracula kitty shirt… not sure what you could use it to inspire, maybe a story about dracula’s mom and how she depicts the typical ‘cat lady’…

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hey… don’t knock it… I may be mostly a pug lady, but even I have a cat…

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Who knows… maybe your character goes by Kat… or Kitty… hey… they could be a shapeshifter…. and their animal form could be one of the large cats

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Or your character could be stuck in the mountains, face to face with a wild cat… hopefully not a momma trying to protect her kit… unless you are writing a death scene… or packing a gun and don’t mind leaving a kit motherless… hey, bambi turned out okay… muhahahahaha

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I even read Yasmine Galenorm’s story where one of her Main Characters started off accidentally turning into a regular house cat when they were upset… that is a cool story line… with a lot of room to grow… but you could also think of Stephen Kings take on the matter of Cats… even a house cat is a carnivore…. and will eat you if they can… muhahahahaha

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have fun and happy wordage, Tracey

OOOO … and don’t forget CATscan… medical procedure…

Oct 10 writing prompt… DESIGNS

 

muhahahaha…. we are a third of the way through October… a little over two weeks and

Shocking Finds will be release…

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For now lets focus on our writing prompts… Oct10th prompt is DESIGNS

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The word Designs means art project to me, but it also can me so much more… To have designs on someone means that you covet them, want to make them your own. Usually you have designs on their virtue. This could work for a character, well any character. A vampire could have designs on his next victim, or in the hopeful paranormal, he could have designs on the one woman that is meant for him… the one woman that can repair his damaged soul… the one woman that fate has destined to be his mate.

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Contemporary writings can also have characters with designs on a lover… I’m sure there are more ways to have designs on something… a cowboy with designs on a piece of land, a oil tycoon with designs on a prospect… hmmm…

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heck… I’m having designs on a few of these lovelies

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On the art side of the word designs, you can think up all kinds of things that people can design… oil painting, dinner parties, itineraries… Orrrr… you could go bigger… your character can design houses, hidey holes behind book cases, dream libraries
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Your main character could work outdoors with nature designing garden layouts, working on the beauty of trees, bushes, and flowers in the front yard. Or maybe design a time table for vegetable gardens… they need to make sure one plot of land isn’t used too often, and there by going fallow…
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I’m sure there are a million other uses for the word design, but I will stop with just one more… Clothing designs… Your character could be a model walking the runway, showing off the latest fashion… or maybe a highly sot after designer, creating the fashions that stars fight over…
I’m not sure which area to focus on this time… I hope you enjoy the pinterest pictures above, and find some inspiration for you next story… happy wordage everyone, Tracey

Tranfer…prompt answer

This is the answer if came up with to wrap up my short story… I used the writing prompt TRANSFER … if you want to check out the writing prompt and all the pictures that go along with the word TRANSFER, click HERE *remember, this has not been edited…

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here is my ending…

Sam woke up being poked and prodded from in the back of an ambulance. Fingers covered in latex, or some other rubbery protective substance, gloves lightly pressed on her check bones. Sam winced. Why did her head feel like it had a pulse; why couldn’t she remember what had happened? And why couldn’t she remember if med-techs used latex gloves?

Sam slapped the annoying hand away from her head and glanced around for a box full of gloves. There had to be a label.

“Detective… do you know where you are?”

The ambulance felt like it was rocking, wanting to spin. Sam shut her eyes but the world kept moving. “In an ambulance?” She cracked her eyes open and glanced out the open back doors. The added sensory input had bile climbing up her throat. When was the last time she ate?

“I’m Kate, and I’m here to help. You took quite a hit to the head. We need to get to you the hospital for x-rays.” The paramedic reached for her head again, causing Sam to jerk away. Which didn’t help the spinning. She needed to lie down for a few days. With no touching.

Kate held her hands up and backed up a little, moving to check vitals or something. Sam didn’t care, as long as the woman stayed away from her head. After a few seconds, or what felt like days, Kate moved closer. This time she wielded a pen light. “Can you tell me your name? How you were injured?”

Sam had opened her mouth to respond. Okay, she was about to take that light and see if Kate could swallow it. The words, Listen Bitch, were on the tip of Sam’s tongue when Nick the annoying hillbilly cop from Ohio stuck his gorgeous head around the back door. They really needed to close those things. If it was between a trip to the hospital and Nick, she picked the former.

“Hey Sammykins. How’s the head?”

“That is not my name.” See she knew something about herself.

Kate reached for her head again. “That’s good. Why don’t you tell me what your name is?”

Sam grimaced and managed to grab that evil hand before it could start pushing on ever sore spot it could find. What … was this woman a sadist?

“My name is Detective Sam Cass, and I’m out of here.”

Nick got his healing crystal out of his pouch. Reaching out to pat Sam’s ankle, the only part of her he could reach, he sent a small amount of healing energy into her body. He was starting to worry that maybe he had hit her a little too hard.

Captain Yu was already on the scene and he was pissed. The man was stomping around barking out orders, busting detectives down to mall cops, and demanding to see Sam. Yu had already confiscated Nick’s weapon because he and the kids had all reported the same thing. It was an officer involved shooting. You could tell that Yu didn’t believe a word of it. That just proved that the man wasn’t stupid.

Nick’s phone rang. He pulled it out as he heard Yu forcing one of the kids to repeat their story. “He said we were swimming out to a boat. If I didn’t follow him he would kill my momma. He said so.”

Nick turned his back so he would lose it and start laughing as the kid broke out in crocodile tears. Not bothering to check the caller ID, Nick hit answer and put the phone to his ear.

“What the hell, Nick? I send you to find some lost kids. There were just as many vampire younglings as there were cubs.”

Nick pulled the phone away from his ear and check the ID. It simply read Ohio PD, but that didn’t help. He knew that voice. “Nubin? What are you doing at the PD? And I thought the Chief demanded my assistance…”

“I am an Elder on the Council. There have been a number of sites cropping up. Kids disappearing all over the place. I chose you to handle this one. So why do I just spend half an hour fighting with the Chief of Police? Anders is a damn shifter, of all things.”

“I don’t know Sir.” And Nick didn’t. Nubin was so high up in the Supe community that he was rarely seen, and he diffidently didn’t spend an hour fighting with someone he considered a lower species. He occasionally threw down orders, and others followed.

“I’ll tell you why. Because you screwed up. Anders now has to allow this human, this Samantha Cass, to be transferred to his precinct. Because you exposed Cass to Karma, and now she is demanding that we allow the transfer.”

Nubin did something on his end of the phone that caused a crash to reverberate along the connection, ringing in his ears. Nick jerked the phone away from his head. He could hear Nubin ranting through the phone. But he could also hear Sam. She was no longer bitching about going to the hospital.

Sam was stumbling out of the back of the ambulance, one hand to her head and the other on the ambulance door. “What do you mean transfer? And what the hell do you mean I don’t have a choice of destination?”

Her body was shaking, which was probably only partly due to her anger. He needed to sent a little more healing into her body.

“Nickolas!” Damn. He had forgotten about Nubin.

“Yes, Sir.” If Nick didn’t pay more attention, he was going to find himself transferred as well. Transferred to a place a whole lot worse than Ohio. The Lower Reaches made Ohio look like a well ordered metropolitan area, one without crime or politics.

“Oh, nothing. I just informed you that Ms. Cass will be accompanying you back and you will be in charge of keeping an eye on her. A human shouldn’t be able to figure out or see through our magic. But Karma demanded that we leave her alive, and that we bring her closer so that we can make sure she doesn’t find out about our world. And when she does, that is when you will erase her mind.”

“Sir?” Nick didn’t understand. They didn’t run around killing every human or Norm that managed to see the secrets they tried to hide, but it did happen. Why bring Sam closer, bring her to their national headquarters? But … “Why Ohio? Why stick her with the shifters if you want me to keep an eye on her?” Wouldn’t it be better to find her a job on the West Virginia side of the tri-state, closer to the vampire headquarters and where he lived.

“Nope.” Nubin gave a deep laugh, a laugh that Nick felt held some kind of threat. “If you want answers, I suggest you as Karma. But for now you will be running a gym a few miles from the precinct and watching your little human.” With one finally laugh, Nubin hung up.

Nick just stood there, his arms dropping to his side. He watched Sam attempting to storm away from her now former Captain, and pinched the bridge of his nose. His very long life had just taken a very dangerous turn.

He ran to catch up with his new charge. He needed to keep a close eye on her from now one. If she saw too much, eventually it would mean one or both of their lives. Grabbing her supple arm to escort her to the car, he sent more healing her way and allowed his thumb to run back and forth alone her smooth skin. A grin crooked his lips. It would be dangerous, but if he could control what she saw, what she remembered, maybe she could help them in their fight against he Danshue. Besides… watching her work, her body moving with grace, wasn’t exactly a hardship.

“Drop my arm, or lose a nut.”

Nick throw his head back and laughed, but he also dropped her arm. This was going to be dangerous and entertaining. Definitely entertaining.

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Happy wordage everyone… hope you are having fun, Tracey

Oct 9 writing Prompt… TRANSFER

The property in the goods is said, to be transferred from the seller to the buyer

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For Oct 9 the writing prompt word is TRANSFER. Basically moving something (a good, a service, a person, an occupation, anything really) from one place to another. Food can be transferred to the buyer… all they have to do is fork over some money. But what happens when you want to sell your food/product on the other side of the country/the other side of the world? You pack up your product/food into a truck or a plane, a boat or a train and then TRANSFER your product/food to a different location. There are a lot of people your character could encounter, if they are the ones moving the goods from one place to another. Or maybe your character needs someone to move something for them. Call a U-Haul service to transfer/move their belongings to a new location when they decide to change houses.

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Or you could think of the transfer of a fake tattoo onto your skin. Your character could need to disguise him-/herself or go undercover. Tattoo be very helpful.

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There are all kinds of art projects that require some form of transfer. You transfer paint to a canvas, rocks to a decorative wall or rock garden, beads onto a string. But my favorite transfer is of pictures onto an object. You can put them on stone, wood, t-shirts. You can make lasting mementos, clothing, furniture… the possibilities are endless.

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Or maybe your character is more into music than visual arts. Downloading music … your character can transfer music from the internet to a storage device. Who knows, your character could fall in love with a musician. Or maybe they are the musician, and someone is illegally downloading his/her music.

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oooo… or your character could be a super alpha male, with a job in the police or military. Dang… I could really keep adding different transfer situations to this post all day. Cowboys in the old west transferring livestock across the country, a job transfer that forces your hero to move across the country, across the world. Even magical characters have transfers… they have the normal everyday transfers just like humans and Norms, but think of the spells and magical tattoos, or the spell ingredients transferred to a potion mixture. Or a transport or a portal… a way to move physical matter from one place to another. muhahahaha…

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In a more mundane setting, the transfer of psychical matter could be the transfer of a prisoner or a slave. Is your character and undercover agent in prison being moved to a new jail in order to get close to his target, or is he the villain being transfer… he could break out and cause all kinds of havoc. And the idea of slave auctions will always be a part of history and everyday horror storie

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I think I will use this prompt to do a little bit more on my short story. A kind of wrap up that will move Sam (transfer her) to Ohio so she can have full length novels with Nick. 😛 I like it. Now make up your own story and feel free to post a link in the comment section… I would love to see what everyone comes up with. Happy wordage, Tracey

Shack…prompt

sooo… I thought this would bring my short story to a close but the MC informed me that she needs one more section to wrap things up… we will see if she lets me stop at that… the voice may end up turning this into a novelette… 😛 if you missed the writing prompt for the word SHACK click HERE … and now enjoy the next part of my short story…

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Sam didn’t really know how she ended up being driven out to the local wild preserve, a silent Nick at the wheel. It usually took her more than a day to alienate her co-workers. But what did the Captain want her to do? She was know for following her gut, and her gut told her that those lemur tracks were important to the case.

“Shake it off, Sammykins.”

Sam had difficulty unclenching her jaw. Who the hell was this guy? “There is no shaking it off. I don’t ask for the weird and unexplained to follow me to work, but it always leads somewhere. I don’t care it you believe me. Those tracks-”

“Whoa there, slow it down. I never said I that I doubted you hunch. I just want to ask someone with a little more knowledge on animal tracks than a cop with a furry foot fetish.”

Sam stared at Nick, his concentration on the road. The man looked completely serious. “Are you saying I have an animal … I don’t even know what to call it. Besides, I grew up running through the forest a lot. Never went to the beach if I could help it.”

“Get forced to go on beach vacations a lot? Most people call that good fortune.”

“What’s good about itchy, scratchy sand particles finding their way into your mouth, your hair, and managing to slip beneath skin tight bathing suits. I mean… who wants a crotch full of sand? And an hour in the sun and you have this sticky film covering your skin.”

“Then why go?”

Sam didn’t want to talk about her youth, she wanted answers of her own. “It was mandatory. Now tell me why you offered to Mastins’s place when he started bitching to the Captain? I don’t need charity. I know I’m right. And if you-”

“Again, slow down with the accusations. I wanted to stick with the only person coming up with leads. Weird or not, any lead is better than none.”

“Okay. And where exactly is this expert of yours?” The car began to slow as Nick went around a sharp curve. Pulling to a complete stop, Nick got out without answering. But really, why bother. They had apparently arrived. Sam jumped out of the car and ran after him. “What the hell is that?”

Nick walked up to the two foot shack barely visible in the side of one of the trees, and knocked loudly. “This is our experts home. So be nice.”

Sam could feel her face beginning to burn in anger. Nick was just like the rest of them. Games and tricks… let’s make fun of the weirdo with whacked out theories. What a crock? Sam had turned back to the car, fully prepared to hot wire the car and leave his ass. Hopefully an accommodating alligator would come along and eat the bastard.

Sam had started to walk away when she was jerked to a halt by a quiet musical voice. Whipping around she watched a small woman poke her head out of the two foot door. The smell of fresh backed cookies came wafting out of the cracked door. The woman seemed to be bending over to look outside, as if she was taller than her door. What the hell was going on here?

Nick knew he should have left Sam behind at the station; allowing humans to gain secrets about the supernatural world never worked out well for his kind. Humans were a blood thirsty lot, always ready to start the next cleansing. Witch trials killed innocent humans and weaker Supes, but just because they were weaker didn’t mean that the beings killed by the hate and fear of humans were any less needed for the survival of both species. By all rights, Nick should wipe Sam’s mind now and send her on her way.

Before he could finish that thought, the Brownie Elder popped in front of him moving to face to see how it happened. He could feel the magic, but didn’t know exactly how it worked. Karma was one of the first Brownies to be given the post as ambassador to the Fates.

Karma spoke fast, her agitation clear as she materialized a staff and repeatedly slammed it into his shins as she ranted. “What you do? What you do? No human, vampire. It is law. Queen’s Law. You be staked to the land for the vultures, you be thrown to the Lower Realms, you be-”

“Karma…”

“I tell the Fates. They have your house thrown into-”

“KARMA!”

“What you say for your self?”

Nick glanced over at a silent Sam. She stood there, her arms hanging limp and her jaw dropped. Turning back to Karma, he whispered, “She can see you.”

Karma jerked back as if burned. Then cocking her head, she slowly approached Sam and began looking her over. Sam closed her mouth and narrowed her eyes as she watched the Brownie, always keeping her in sight, as Karma circled.

Karma reached out and poked Sam’s side, then continued moving on to examine a different area. Sam had obviously had had enough. When Karma moved to poke her other side, Sam slapped her hand away. “What the hell? Stop all the poking and explain what just happened.”

Instead of answering, Karma threw her head back and started to cackle. This wasn’t just some belly laugh, it was a full fledged cackle. Karma was enjoying something a little too much.

Sobering, Karma wiped a tear from her eye and allowed her staff to disappear. “This be good. Yes. I will enjoy.”

Nick cringed. He had a feeling that he had just started something that couldn’t be stopped. Something that he wasn’t going to like. Definitely something that Sam wasn’t going to appreciate. If the Fates didn’t decide to tear into his ass and turn his world upside down, Sam would probably kill him if she figured out the that Fate would add her future to their to-be-tinkered-with list. And all because he wanted to see if she could spot a Brownie. She may look and feel human, but something wasn’t making sense. First a human kidnapper and now Sam. The world of humans and the world of the Supes seemed to mixing, and nothing good could come of that.

Oct 7 writing prompt… shack!!

woo who… one week in on our writing prompts… and today’s word is SHACK!! What do you think of when you hear the word shack? I can thing of a few, and of course… they can all be used in either the reality based writing or the more mystical.

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A shack in the woods… what does it hold? Could it be a run down hunting retreat or maybe the home of a witch? An evil witch of course. Who knows, but I think my shack will hold the answer to the end of my short story. muhahahaha… But what else can we get from the word shack?

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Where I grew up we had a building out back we called the shed, though sometimes it go downgraded to shack when the board were looking especially warped. I loved that building. It was small and used for storage, housing things like winter sleds, yard equipment, and forgotten mason jars of who knows what. But to a little kid it was a place of wonder, a place to explore (though that was expressly forbidden) and an excellent place to hide when playing hide and seek with your cousin.

But some shed look more like barn mansions instead of shacks… frankly I prefer the cute little one… heck, who am I kidding … I would want them both…

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Besides… these fancy one/ no matter the size/ probably come with locks to hard for my younger self to get past… 😛 shhhh don’t tell mom… but these shacks could be barns or small homes… maybe the lawn guy/ gardener lives on the property and falls in love with the rich recluse he works for… hmmm … or a woman running from her abusive boyfriend hides in some rich guys barn… that story just screams romance novel 😛

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And there is the all important guard shack… from life guards to the guard at some drug den… the guys with the walkie talkie or the guns (think evil drug lords) to the guy with the tiny red shorts and the great body from running on the beach, they all need a place to keep a look out from… no entry and don’t you dare drown…

But there is one more version of the word shack that I would like to add… and it has more to do with actions and emotions than something built out of wood or metal…

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It happens in every romance… Shacking Up… l’amore … playing footsie … hoochie coooo … call it what you will Shacking Up should definitely be on the list… 😛

don’t forget to add a link to your own creation in the comment sections… I want to see what you guys come up with… and check back later for the wrap up to my short story…. hopefully… hey, don’t shoot the messenger… I merely do what the voices in my head tell me to do.. happy wordage, Tracey

Oct 6 writing prompt… hedge!!

Ooooo… the word hedge can work for both the paranormal/fantasy lovers and the contemporary/history buffs… which are you…

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Magical hedges that grow hundreds of feet tall and reach out to grab the unsuspecting, mystical hedges full of color, or hedges made with love and hard work… needless to say, I will be going with the magical hedges… I love the idea of the Brownies in my Finder’s Keepers series living in trees and other plant life… like hedges…

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Not sure if I’m going to go with the type of hedge that swallows you whole, that can move and breathe… or the classic version that my Brownies inhabit…. hmmm… how about you guys… need more choices???

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You could have a sexy garner that can shape a garden hedge into a lifelike zoo animal. You could see a vision of a mystical woman in the hedges, or close off an intimate garden area with tall wall like hedges. And a maze made out of hedges is always a winner, no matter if the hedges are normal or alive…

But to me, the word hedge makes me think of hedgehogs … cute and dangerous …

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Or maybe hedging your bets, holding back, or even hedging when you answer a questions, when you are hinting at something you want… a person spreading out the risk… that’s what hedging my bets means…. and hedging an answer makes me thing of either holding back, or throwing out hints… like the sexy woman in red picture… she is sooo throwing out hints… lol…

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And I’m just throwing this one out there because it is soooo cute… and sooo weird… green puppies born in Spain… I say there was too many hot peppers in the dog food, and I want one… and they kind of fit into the hedge theme… I mean, we have green hedges, hedgehogs, and hedges shaped into to wildlife… why can’t one of the hedges come to life and make a green puppy… 😛

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Aliens came down and mated with the wrong mammals… muhahaha

no go forth and write.. happy wordage…

Tracks…Prompt

Getting so excited. Twenty days and counting until Shocking Finds (A Finder’s Keepers Novel) is released.

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Fae assassins, betrayal, electric power surges and lust that won’t be denied. Find it all on Oct 26. For now, enjoy the next part of my growing short story. Get a little taste of Sam (Detective Samantha Cass)… I need to find a way for Sam and Marin to one day meet. Please remember that this piece is unedited and will only be looked through once all the prompts have been given for the month… annnndddd READ!!!

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— continuation of short story, using prompt tracks… click HERE to get the prompt (words and pictures) for yourself —

Sam followed leafy trail, occasionally looking around for an oak tree. She wasn’t a hundred percent sure, but the leaves looked like oak leaves to her. But where in the hell had they come from. The Pier was surround by restaurants, souvenir shops, and hotels. Other than that? Nothing.

Coming to the end of the trail, Sam glanced back and spotted Mastins shaking his head. She was nearly four blocks from the crime scene but surely the leaves counted as evidence. She had already screwed up by ignoring the oddly placed pumpkin patch; no ways was she dismissing the vegetation this time.

As Mastins threw his hands up in the air and turned away, Sam allowed her hands to fist and fought the very childish need to stomp her foot. Turning back to the task at hand, she slammed into one of the hottest men she had ever seen. But dammit, how had he managed to sneak up on her?

Stumbling away from the man would have been cowardly. Sam stood her ground but had to grit her teeth at the loss of presonal space. “Can I help you?”

“Actually, I’m here to help you.”

“Sir, this is a crime scene. Unless you have information on the kidnaping, I have to ask you to get behind the tape.” The words had barely left her month, as Sam realized that no one had seen fit to cordon off the area.

Someone had decided to put up yellow tape to block access to the Pier stairs but that was about it. How was she supposed to learn how to follow procedure when everyone seemed to be flying in their own direction. Gritting her teeth, Sam managed to get out, “At least stand back, and try not to mess up my scene.”

His kissable lips curved into a grin. Which was totally not fair. “Sorry Dectective. But as I was saying, I’m here to help. Names Nickolas Savien, but you can call me Nick.”

“Alright Nicky Boy. How do you plan to make my life better?”

This time Nick laughed out loud; his head thrown back, the muscles in chest clearly defined as his dress shirt stretched taunt over every delicious line. Sobering, Nick started examining the leaves as he said, “I’m from the hill area close to Ironton, Ohio. The chief thought your kidnaping looked similar to a few unsolved cases from last month. We lost three kids, no trace, but sure did have a lot of plant life to clean up.”

Sam crossed her arms over her chest and fought the need to scream. Not only was this man telling her about similar cases that had happened in another state, he was implying that Myrtle Beach more than one case of its own that could be linked to his kidnapings. Why was she receiving this information from an out of state cop, while her Mastins and the others neglected to share.

“Why don’t you go over what your department has?” Tight smile firmly in place, Sam shook out her arms and started looking for anything out of place besides the fall leaves leading away from the Pier.

Nick became her shadow as she walked up and down each side of the trail. “Not much. We had strawberries growing through concrete. Forget the fact that the fruits were out of season, they were coming up through some poor bastard’s front porch, through at least three feet of seemingly solid concrete. I’ve never seen anything like it before. Also, the second scene was this little old cabin in the woods. Found a lot of oak leaves on the ground, which made sense when you looked at the dead trees surrounding the home. But what killed the trees? What made all those leaves fall off the branches? I’ve lived in the area for a long time now, and it’s common for parts of a tree to die off, but the leaves tend to hang on even after they begin to shrivel up. There are always trees, no matter the season, standing out in the middle of green healthy trees or even winter bare ones. And they always have clumps of dead leaves that refuse to fall.”

“You’re not suggesting that the leaves from your crime scene and this trail are related? Who in the hell would drive nine, maybe ten, hours carting around crime scene evidence? Besides… look at the number of leaves. It would take an extremely large u-haul to move these. Why would-”

“I’m not suggesting that there the same leaves. But I am suggesting that we have the two samples compared.”

The smile came a little easier as Sam pulled out her phone. Who was she to deny the techs the chance to inspect the entire scene. Besides, it was Captain’s orders. Or close enough.

Sam ignored the crime techs. No one actually thought that they would find worthwhile information by picking up each and ever one of the multi-colored leaves. Everyone but Sam. With each pile removed, small indentations started to show up. “Watch you step. I want to examine the ground underneath the leaves when you’re done.”

“Oh, come one, Detective. What did we ever do to you?”

Sam looked up at the whiner, but couldn’t place his name. “This is about throwing extra work your way; I really need to see what’s under there. And I can’t do that if you guys trample all the evidence.” If the glares being thrown her way were anything to go on, they didn’t appreciate her need for a clean undamaged scene.

Mastins and the others had left hours ago, leaving Sam alone with their out of town co-worker to continue working the scene. A scene that was starting to prove interesting. Getting down on her knees, she looked at every angle. She crab walked down the side of the trail, marking the small prints with a handful of flag markers. Looking up at the whiny tech, Sam opened her mouth but the man cut her off.

“Not my first day Detective. I’m well aware that you need the marked off areas photographed and mold poured into the depressions.”

Sam would swear that the man had wanted to put a different word in there, instead of Detective, but whatever. She knew what she saw. Now she needed someone from the area to tell her if it meant anything.

Nick wondered over and held out his hand to pull her to her feet. “What’s up, Sammy Kins?”

Sam cringed. What type of person walked around handing out sappy nicknames to prefect strangers? And how did he make her want to punch him in the gut and kiss him at the same time? Straightening her spin, Sam went back to work, back to the only clue they had managed to find all day. Glancing at Nick she asked, “I don’t suppose you know if there are lemurs around here?”

“No. Why?”

She could feel that she was on the right track. Her eyes following the small marks pressed into the ground, Sam pointed out, “There are lemur track underneath our trail of leaves. And I want to know why. I also want to look for more of them, see where they went.”

Nick moved to examine the tracks a little closer. “How the hell do you know what lemur tracks look like? And why do we care? What do lemurs have to do with a missing child?”

Sam shook her head. It looked like this job assignment would include just as much weirdness as her San Francisco cases. Placing her hands on her hips, she looked to the sky. “Don’t know. I really don’t know.” Glancing at Nick she continued, “But the weird and out of place seems to follow me. And when I follow it, I get answers.”

—- Now it’s your turn… read the prompt and share your creation… muhahahaha… happy wordage, everyone… tracey

Guest posts and interviews… :P

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Other than daily writing prompts, this month is all about book promotion for my upcoming novel Shocking Finds… I will be doing a number of guest posts, author interviews, and character interviews… I have mentioned a few of them in previous post, but somehow managed to miss my guest post for Angel Ray… Title???

Add a little sex, humor, and fighting to your novel!

This post was a lot of fun, and definitely something that I try to adhere to no matter if I am writing or reading… My favorite novels always find a way to include all three… it ups the excitement and emotional content… go check it out HERE

In other news, I am doing a Wednesday Special Spotlight with CD Hersh on 10/7 … to check it out just click HERE … but wait til oct 7 to click this one… I will be sure to repost a reminder after it goes live…

Alright guys, that’s it for now, but check back later for my response to today writing prompt… and don’t forget to add your own … and happy wordage, tracey

Leaves… Prompt

Okay… her is the next part of my short story.. and the answer to the oct 4 Prompt … woo who.. happy wordage everyone

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“Cass! In my office, now!”

Sam cringed and headed for the Captain’s office. She was new, not stupid. Every cop knew that tone of voice. It was the universal sign that the shit had hit the fan.

Entering the office, Sam had barely managed to shut the door before Captain Yu started his rant. “I have half a mind to ship you back to San Francisco, out of my hair before you can completely fuck up my life. Not even on the job a day and already you’re going off halfcocked, ignoring procedure. Every report I received on you has been the same… Samantha Cass doesn’t play well with others. Did I listen? Did I tell them to send you to Antarctica or something? No! I figured, what the hell? Her arrest rate is high, who cares if her attitude rubs others the wrong way? What could go wrong? Well… What did you think you were doing?”

“Sir?” Sam looked around the office, searching for some sign. Something that could point her in the right direction. How was this her fault? “I’m unclear on what we’re talking about, Sir.”

She wanted to take a step away from Captain Yu as his face closed down, his fists clenching. “The pile up on 501. Ring any bell?”

Sam felt her mouth drop open. He had to be kidding. “It was hardly a pileup, Sir. There were dozens of pumpkins growing up through the asphalt, and I did bring back samples.”

“You are a detective for this city, not a crime scene tech. I expect more out of my officers. Do I make myself clear?”

She wanted to defend herself but really… what could she say? She only brought back a sample because some guy from the lab had called. Five minutes later and she would have been back in her car and on her way to the office, empty handed.

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Yu took a deep breath. “Get in the bullpen. Your partner, Mastins, will bring you up to speed on case assignments. Now get out of my office.”

Sam didn’t need to be told twice. So far, her first day needed a redo.

Sam couldn’t see over the pile of case folders Joe Mastins continued to pile in her hands. When she thought her legs would buckle from the weight, he tossed one more to the pile and said, “And finally, this is our most pressing case. A group of kids went missing this morning. The entire precinct has been looking into the different angles, but we have the lead. Well, Karn and Billings are sharing the lead but that’s mostly because you decided to turn up late this morning.”

Twisting at the waist, she slammed her load down on her new desk, before picking up the aforementioned file. She ignored the jibe about her punctuality and began to read. “So, is this the Pier closest to the precinct?”

“That’s what the file says, don’t it?”

Gritting her teeth, Sam calmly finished reading the file, as she attempted not to punch her new partner in the throat.

Mastins moved for the exit. “Well, come on. Karn and Billings are already at the scene. We should have been there already.”

Quickening her pace, Sam felt her weapon to make sure the safety was still one and that the gun was still firmly snapped into its holster. Her day wouldn’t get any better if she accidently shot her partner. No matter how tempting.

“What the hell are you doing?”

Sam ignored Elizabeth Karn, and uptight woman that appeared to hate everyone but her partner. Instead, she continued focusing on the trail of leaves littering the ground. Looking at Mathew Billings, instead of Karn or her own partner, she asked, “Where did all the leaves come from?” She was squatting beside a trail of oak leaves littering the ground in all the varying shades of fall. Oranges, reds, browns, yellows… but oak leaves? “I haven’t seen that many trees around here, and shouldn’t oak trees be too far away to do this? I don’t see any trees for that matter.”

Billings looked around the area shrugging his shoulders. “The crime techs are looking into the trail of leaves. Captain said to let them handle it.”

Sam didn’t know what to say. A trail of oak leaves leading away from the crime scene seemed like a clue to her. A weird one, but a clue none the less. Shaking her head, she ignored everyone and stood to follow the trail of leaves. It wouldn’t hurt for her to give the techs a hand figuring this out. Who knew where the trail led.

Oct 4 prompt… Leaves

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Okay… when I think of the word leaves while sitting in the middle of this October cold snap, I think of all the wonderful colors about to come my way here in Ky. I love falling leaves, the sound of walking through dried out plant life, and colors of changing life. Even in death there is beauty as the reds, yellows, browns, and inbetween come out to play. There is a feel and a smell to the air that makes me feel young and alive. This time of year rejuvenates my fantastical side, makes me smile, and strikes a match to my artistic loves…

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And since I love these colorful creations, I will place them were they can lead my characters further along their journey. Yep… sounds good to me… I think I will continue my short story from the 2nd with a trail of fall leaves that shouldn’t be falling in Myrtle Beach. muhahahahaha…. Yep… Lots of leaves… But there are a lot of things you can do with the word Leaves… You can focus on the way they fall, change color, blow through the wind like tiny tornados… Or you can think about the hassle of raking them into piles or maybe the joy of jumping into those piles when you’re young…. Or just walking down a carpet of leaves, enjoying the view or wondering what could be hiding beneath them for warmth…

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Or forget plant-life all together… think of the word as an actions… as in everything/everyone leaves eventually… except in the paranormal where forever can be a heck of a long time, things in life always change… you could focus on that aspect of the word, have someone leave so that they can eventually come home, or write a sad scene of something more permanent…
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Me? I think I will stick with a trail of leaves leading to something mystical…
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Hope you enjoyed the post and the pinterest pics… have fun with this prompt and happy wordage, tracey

Roanoke… where did they go??

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Okay… it is 2am here but I just knew what I wanted Oct 3rd’s Prompt to be … The Lost Colony of Roanoke … There is so much to glen from this mystery. So many threads to pull in order to build your story… so many sparks… you history buffs will be able to do this prompt more justice than I ever could… for my input I am working on a story I started that includes all things Roanoke… okay, it is paranormal so I may have changed a few things… lol… but its all good, because this means I have a short story to share with you… it won’t be professionally edited… If I finally decide to add this piece to my Finder’s spin off, it will get those edits.. I would love to add this to a freebie page for my Jodina stories… Jodina is a spin off of Marin and her Finder’s Keepers world, she just doesn’t know it yet… anywho… I will share my Roanoke inspired story and try to work up something else to go with this prompt… alright… enjoy the Pinterest pics of good old Roanoke and here are some tidbits I have picked up… use this anyway you want… take the spirit of the Roanoke story and build something for current times, or delve into the past… pick apart the facts of Roanoke and decide outcomes and fates in a manner begetting October love…

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Who was the first American??? Virginia Dare… Granddaughter of John White (Governor of the settlement/desperate to clean up relations with the Indians). She and the rest of the colony disappeared, but where did they go and why? What kind of world did these early American’s live in?? All that was left behind was when White returned to the settlement was a skeleton and some carvings… you can find more Roanoke info HERE

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Looks like CROATOAN & KRO me….

What did these marking indicate? Were the settlers taken in by the nearest tribe? Did the tribes decide to finally get rid of the settlers?? Did you know that it is said that Sir Richard Grenville, the leader of the first group of settlers that tried to land at Roanoke, got in a dispute with the Aquascogoc tribe after trying to establish relations with them… the Aquascogoc were uninterested, so Grenville went back to his ship… Once away from the tribe it was noticed that a silver cup was missing…

Of course this caused ‘righteous anger’ …. HA did I mention that Grenville is my most detested man from history??? anyway, Grenville eventually torched the tribe’s village, and it is said that he burned (I believe) the chief alive… this caused the settlement that Grenville set up and then left in others hands fifteen hardened warrior (men supposed to hold the encampment)…

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White was sent back with a group of settlers, but only found bones of the fifteen men meant to hold the encampment.. he contacted Chief Manteo, an indian known to the English, and was told that the fifteen were killed for retribution over the Aquascogoc deaths… Hostile Aquascogoc, Secotan, and Dasamongueponke knew the land better than the intruder English and were able to ambush the men… yep… I am cheering the Indians…

Okay… there is your prompt… muhahaha… now I need to refresh and edit my Roanoke paranormal so that I have something to show for Oct 3rd’s prompt… what can you guys come up with??? Happy wordage, tracey

Blog Tour

I decided to update and reblog this post… this way anyone interested in joining the blog tour will have an excerpt of Shocking Finds, without searching. I added the excerpt at the end of this post… happy reading, and happy wordage… tracey

Finder's Keepers - Author Tracey Clark

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PRESS RELEASE: Tracey Clark signs on

Gone Writing Publishing would like to welcome Tracey Clark as our newest signed author.
Be on the look out in the Fall of 2015 for Tracey’s newest book. Shocking Finds: A Finder’s Keeper.
-Gone Writing Publishing

Sooo … the excitement continues. This is all so new and overwhelming at times, but then I take a deep breath and get my fears under control. My wonderful publisher, Mary Smith at http://gonewritingpublishing.blogspot.com/, has been working over time to get my book, and me, ready for release. Her editor is hard at work checking all my dotted i’s and crossed t’s, her graphic artist is pulling together the perfect image to represent the feel of the world I created.

I’m not sure what exactly happens during a blog tour, and sadly didn’t have time to gone into an in depth Q&A with…

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