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A week til release

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A few hours from now and we will have one week until Shocking Finds release date… I am sooo stoked… Fae assassins, betrayal, out of control powers… all in one place with undeniable attraction… I am very excited for you guys to experience Marin’s world in Shocking Finds… Now I am off to edit some more on the next book in the series… I have learned a lot about Makayla, the amazon bitch Barbie… she definitely has hidden depths, but don’t tell anyone… she likes to be underestimated…

For now, Shocking Finds will be release in both E-book and paperback… if you are interested in the paperback version, let me know and I will direct you to the discounted price (when you buy through me instead of other online sites) … or go on the buy now page and follow the prompts

happy wordage, Tracey

also … getting today’s writing prompt ready to be added to the site

Oct 17 writing prompt… Nine different WAYS

I thought that for Oct 17th’s prompt, we could take the word WAY and approach it nine different ways… use the word WAY and peruse the pictures to come up with a story idea… writing prompts are great fillers for when you get stuck during next months NaNoWriMo… okay, now for Nine

In the family WAY… Adding a baby to the picture can throw a whole new spin on your characters way of life, their personality, and their willingness to be ruthless… some may freak out, unready for the responsibility… or maybe overwhelming fear of one small being depending on them…

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My WAY or the highway… This is a stubborn personality type that your other characters may want to punch in the face… but what if your character is an alpha male, and in a situation that needs him/her to be in charge… my way or the highway might come into play… eventually you could allow him/her a chance to grow a little, by allowing someone else to make the decisions

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Going the WAY of the dodo. This is a phrase that has to do with extinction. The dodo was discovered and then quickly hunted into extinction rather quickly, because of their passive nature. If people, businesses, technology is unwilling or unable to change with the tide, to grow into more to stay ahead of the race, then they too will become extinct… For us writers, Barns and Noble is an excellent example… they weren’t quick or efficient enough to compete with Kindle and now we see less and less actual physical locations in which to purchase books… people still love a good paperback, but the cheaper prices and the ease of delivery makes E-books attractive.

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Which WAY/ freeway. Your character could be on a trip. I like to go on vacation and try to stop along the way at random places that catch my fancy. I call it going on walk about… Which way should your character go?? Have then set out for one destination, but be sidetracked by something… A roadside sign that shows Amish country fudge or construction… A flat tire in the middle of nowhere… Hunger or restroom needs… Once they stop, so many different things could try to keep them from getting on their way, endanger their lives, or even make them stay and never want to leave.

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That WAY lies destruction. Your character keeps doing something that leads them closer and closer to a dead end, a fight, further away from their goal.

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In the WAY of progress. Is your character a nature lover, afraid that a corporation will clear out a forest of trees so that they can build a resort… or a logger… or a family of Brownies (or other Fae) living in the trees, needing to learn to cohabitate with humans. Stories revolving around trees are the ones that pop into my mind, but standing in the way of progress could be so many different things… a group of terrorists that refuse to grow, to change, and will fight to stick to the old ways… even trying to force their ways on the progressive cultures… technologies, businesses, farmers, book stores, cultures… anything or anyone that stands in the way of progress will be fighting to stick to the old ways…

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WAYlay… hmmm what does the word waylay mean and how can we use it in a story… this is when you take by surprise, attack from the shadows, strike when others have their guard down. The trickster Fae have a tendency to draw travelers from the beaten path, get them lost, and then all manner of bad things can happen… Or a pitcher know for their fast balls can surprise the batter with a curve ball… or maybe your character is a hunter, lying in wait for a deer…

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Give-a-WAY. This one is very self explanatory. It is when you give things away, toys to children, money as surprise gifts, even the suckers at the bank when you go in to cash a check…

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Layaway. This is when you lay claim to something, and then have time to pay it off… Your character can work in layaway, and deal with the insanity of holiday gift layaways… or maybe a woman that has a layaway for her child goes to cancel it because she knows she wont be able to come up with the funds, and she finds that someone has paid for the purchases… turns out a man that secretly loves her knew of her troubles and secretly paid for her stuff…

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That concluded our nine different WAYS. But I just had to add this last piece… it has the word layaway in it, but for the most part it is just a cute little story… Happy wordage, Tracey

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Oct 16 writing Prompt… NAILS

Alrighty… we are half way through October, with more writing prompts to enjoy. For Oct 16 we are working with NAILS

if all if fails you can always make some jewelry…

It could be a gothic theme story/character, or a paranormal theme where jewelry made from cold iron keeps evil Fae at bay… muhahahaha

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Nails used to hang signs. Warning signs that your character ignores… but why?? Maybe there are treasures to be had, or innocents to be saved… Or your character could be hanging pictures, which could lead to a hole in the wall or a hammer landing on their thumb…

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Then there is the saying, ‘The last nail in聽my coffin’… the straw that broke the camel’s back, one more mistake that could prove fatal… Plus… coffins are spooky, can house dead – zombies or vampires… or even nice vampires that just like to use them for old times sake…

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You can hit the nail on the head. Usually this would mean that your character got it exactly right. It could be a shot in the dark, or even a calculated effort…

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You could think of the Quote: If all you have is a hammer, all your problems start looking like nails. You need a different approach to different problems. Don’t let you character be monotonous.

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Nails could also mean fingernails. They can damage others in a fight, or elongate into claws/talons, be caked with DNA after a fight or the only place to find signs of a killer.

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You character could use nails to build things… Houses, furniture, plant holders, and all done with your trusty nail-gun. You could have a carpenter, a hero boarding up windows to block out evil, or even working with habitat for humanity…

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Ooooo… and then there is the evil nail… the hangnail. You character could be manicurist or a perpetual nail biter. Or you could focus on what happens if you bite your nails, what happens if you get bacteria in a cut, usually from biting.

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Close-up of a young woman biting her finger nail
Close-up of a young woman biting her finger nail

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Okay… that last one was gross. But make your characters real, slip in little bits of information that bring your characters to life. Happy wordage, Tracey

News clipping/ writing to cope with illness

Elizabeth Jackson of the Greater Ashland Beacon interviewed me for the Oct 13 release of the local news paper… she did an excellent job, and was a joy to speak with… Thanks

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Oct 15 writing prompt.. CELEBRATE

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Celebrate my birthday and get writing on your next book

Woo who… happy birthday to me… use these writing prompts for the word Celebrate, and see what you can come up with… is your character having a birthday like I am… or did they graduate from college or high school…. or maybe they are celebrating a wedding anniversary??? maybe they are going out for drinks and dancing, just celebrating life… or a new job, or scientific discovery…. there is so much to celebrate in life… take a moment in you own life and celebrate… and let you characters celebrate their own lives as well…

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Kids usually have the best celebrations, but why?? they get gifts that are thought out and exciting… I still remember the book my mother had made for me… she used the kids book “the fox and the hound” and had my name and a friends name, Kevin, placed in the book… it made the gift about me, made it special and created a lasting memory or me to hold on to for the rest of my life…

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but even adults can spice up a party and make the celebration memorable

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balloons are always a good way to fill the air with excitement

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Don’t forget a sweet of some kind… an offering of food that makes you or your character smile… for my celebration, I am going to red lobster and a movie… I love the coconut shrimp with pina colada sause… yummm

Maybe some ice cream cake if I don’t explode from all the other food… 馃槢

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For a more musical party, put on your dancing shoes (always a pain for the toes and the arches), go to a bar with great music and foamy drinks, or stay home and turn up the radio, and fix your own fun drinks…

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or maybe an artistic party of some kind…

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Kids or adults, you could have an outside/night time celebration… a dance party, a glow in the dark sit down dinner, or maybe a pig roast… ymmm… now I’m hungry….

but my celebration will go along in a calm and cool manner, with my mother and great food, and then latter that night I will open up one of my favorite books… books have the ability to pull you in and take you places… both dark and joyous… happy wordage, create something for readers to escape into… Tracey

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Oct 14 writing prompt… DEMONS

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Muhahahaha… Demons… what can we get from this writing prompt??? Our character are only human, no matter if they come from a land of spirits, live in the countryside, or inhabit the body of a dragon… they are only human because we are oh so human and we have brought them to life… even if they are demon, they are only human… (hey, humans have demon like behaviors, it doesn’t just come from the supernatural, just as Charles Manson)

But back to the writing prompt side of the word demons… the first look into this word is very physical…

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think of very physical beings… ones that come from a place of evil, entering our world to do harm… they could slip through a portal, or be summoned by the na茂ve, or the insane (or maybe a witch or wizard wanting answers from the demon realm)

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large or small, demons can affect your characters life… does your character need to face this demon for answers, or to save the day?? did this demon seek out your character or did you character go looking for trouble… or hey…. maybe your character is the demon… but are they the bad guy??

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Your demon could fall in love… or maybe the demon is caged and mistreated because of evil human behavior… humans tend to lash out when they don’t understand something… a very human looking demon can be attacked by humans because of horns or a tail, or maybe they have a power that the humans feel threatened by… reverse the roles of society… the humans can be the evil villain that the demon needs to defeat, or escape from…

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or maybe one of your character got replaced by a demon… one that could look exactly like the character they are trying to replace… but you can never replicate another person’s day to day actions and thought patterns… and then there are the changeling demons… that is where a demon replaces a child with one of there own… either to have their child raised by a human/powerful paranormal family, or because they want to get their hands on a human baby… in some instances the changeling isn’t real, just a mystical replica to fool the true parents of the child they stole…

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or maybe your character is possessed by a demon… oooo, that is so not good… 馃槢

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but my favorite is the idea that you are being attacked by your own thoughts, your own demons… this one can work for the paranormal world and the contemporary world… just because you character looks in control, that doesn’t mean that they aren’t being torn apart by screams and rage, longing and despair… what are their inner demons… can these thoughts/these demons bring your character to their knees… how can they fight something that is in their mind, that was created by their own actions, their own pain….

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go forth, trust your inner madness, your demons, and create some thing great

happy wordage, Tracey

Mystery… muhahahaha

No pictures this time.. I am working on some art projects to add to a mystery box… this is fun, and I cant wait to show everyone… I love creating, no matter if the final product is in word, paint, or mystery material… muhahaha… what are you guys doing for October???

Okay… how about some older art pictures… no peaking at the new stuff, but a look back in the past we can do… What do you guys like to create??

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for grandma

Lots of art in this house… and of course that includes writing… Shocking Finds (A Finder’s Keepers Novel) can be yours on Oct 26 in either e-book or paperback…

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ECITING NEWS…. I am looking into the paperback to you at a discounted rate… at 370 pages, it will be 13.99 on Amazon and similarly priced聽on other sites… but聽go to

Country/Price
Option 1 – USA $7.99 USD
Option 2 – Canada $14.99 USD
Option 3 – International $24.99 USD

***** Clearly I don’t know how to work this computer… but I will keep working on it… the prices are correct, now I need to figure out how to show/share the PayPal button with you guys… ****

check your country and get Shocking Finds for 7.99 in the US,

14.99 in Canada

and聽24.99 internationally

plus S&H

Shocking Finds (A Finder’s Keepers Novel) will be released Oct 26… let the fun begin

oct 13 writing prompt… PUGNACIOUS

Pugnacious: Adjective…

eager or quick to argue, quarrel, or fight:

“the increasingly pugnacious demeanor of politicians”

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lol… Okay… so this word doesn’t really have anything to do with pugs, but I do think of them when I say it… I mean, I guess pugnacious could describe their disdain for rules… if I tell Moe-moe to go outside, he will just lie there staring at me… or my favorite… he will come within a foot of my outstretched arm and then sit down… clearly say ‘nope, this is are far as I go, woman’… grrr… they are rotten by they make me smile… okay, back to our word of the day…

synonyms: combativeaggressiveantagonisticbelligerentbellicose

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obviously politicians best fit this definition… but what if you character doesn’t have anything to do with politics… can the word pugnacious still inspire you to come up with a few chapters??? that is the wonderful thing about the English language… most word come with some many different uses and points of view… frankly, when I think of the pugnacious, I think ‘doggedly’… like a dog with a bone, the character just won’t let it聽go… it could be an argument, a hunt for the villain, or a mission to acquire love… Alpha males always have some form of a pugnacious attitude… they fight for what they want…
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animals are the picture of warlike/pugnacious… always defining strength with the one that comes out on top during a fight… same goes for humans… whether physical,聽mental, or聽magical, someone has to be the force that everyone looks to for answers聽… what basic instinct shine through in your character… no matter you work with contemporary or paranormal or history or etc… we all need that character with the take charge attitude… a book full of followers would lead no where….
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think of your character during a sporting event… anyone that has watched or participated in a sport knows that competitive, warlike, quarrelsome… basically all the synonyms for pugnacious hold true… you zone out, forget the crowd, and focus on getting the ball, making the touchdown, gain home base… sporting events can be very intense…
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and lastly, I just loved this pinterest picture… this little girl is ready to take on the world… ready to debate and get her way, make you see that she is right, and fight for her place at the top of the pack… definitely the best pugnacious picture out there… 馃槢 now go forth and write… happy wordage everyone, Tracey

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,聽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聽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聽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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Gizmo/my baby boy

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.聽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聽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

yummy *borrowed

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聽*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鈥檛 she remember what had happened? And why couldn鈥檛 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鈥檓 Kate, and I鈥檓 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鈥檛 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鈥檛 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鈥檚 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鈥檚 the head?”

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

Kate reached for her head again. “That鈥檚 good. Why don鈥檛 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鈥檓 out of here.”

Nick got his healing crystal out of his pouch. Reaching out to pat Sam鈥檚 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鈥檚 weapon because he and the kids had all reported the same thing. It was an officer involved shooting. You could tell that Yu didn鈥檛 believe a word of it. That just proved that the man wasn鈥檛 stupid.

Nick鈥檚 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鈥檛 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鈥檛 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鈥檛 know Sir.” And Nick didn鈥檛. Nubin was so high up in the Supe community that he was rarely seen, and he diffidently didn鈥檛 spend an hour fighting with someone he considered a lower species. He occasionally threw down orders, and others followed.

“I鈥檒l 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鈥檛 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鈥檛 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鈥檛 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鈥檛 find out about our world. And when she does, that is when you will erase her mind.”

“Sir?” Nick didn鈥檛 understand. They didn鈥檛 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鈥檛 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鈥檛 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. 馃槢 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

Gaze… Prompt answer

wow… this one took a little longer than the others… but I have reached the end of my short story… I may add a wrap up post/prompt … but here is the end of the short story using the prompt GAZE … if you missed the post containing the writing prompt GAZE and the corresponding pictures just click HERE

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“What the hell was that? Since when do women, rather short and hairy cinnamon colored women, live in bushes? And what kind of name is Karma? Is that supposed to mean- Hey… stop pushing.” Sam tried to resist as Nick shoved her into the passenger seat. But the man was tall and built of pure muscle. Even though he appeared lean, his effortless movements as he placed her in the car spoke of bulk and hours in the gym.

Sam found herself seated with the car door slamming into her face. She heard the click of the locks as she reached for the door handle. Nick crossed to the driver鈥檚 side, dangling the key fob. The taunting bastard. As his hand reached for the door, she remembered she could hear Karma as she slammed her staff into Nick鈥檚 shin. Vampire? Human? No one ran around refusing to talk in front of humans.

She lunged for his door lock, but it was too late. Slamming back against her own door, Sam frantically searched for the lock. A lock that refused to move. “Damn, damn, damn.”

“Oh, calm down, Sammykins. I鈥檓 not hungry.”

“That isn鈥檛 funny. You can鈥檛 be a vampire. You can鈥檛.” Sam knew that her voice was rising and her hands were shaking, but some things couldn鈥檛 be helped. Her job lead her around in weird circles already. Did there really have to be vampires too?

Nick could see that Sam was ready to punch him in the face. She had started out frantic, eager to throw herself from the car. Now she wanted to beat him into changing his mind, into admitting that vampires didn鈥檛 exist. Sure. Technically he should have down just that, and then wiped the entire evening from her mind, but that wouldn鈥檛 be nearly as exciting. Nick wanted to see this case through, see what Sam would do with the information. He could always erase her mind later.

“Look. I am called a vampire sometimes, but prefer the term Shade. My genetics are shades of many different species of supernatural beings. Supes can be just as cruel as any other species.”

Nick feel silent as he started the car. Watching the tree fly by as he made his way out of the small forested area, he waited for Sam to make up her mind.

“Fine. Call yourself anything you want. If you can help me find this kid, we will just overlook your … life status.” Sam sat with her arms crossed, steadfastly looking out the window. Shaking her head, Sam demanded, “Where to know?”

“It needs to be somewhere that a human could contain magical children. They may not have control of their gifts, but that doesn鈥檛 mean that they鈥檙e helpless. Some kids get their gifts sooner than others, and all children are affected by intense emotion. If anything could bring on a power surge, surely being kidnaped would do it.”

“I鈥檓 going to overlook the fact that you are talking about true magic, not just heightened emotions or something small. Where exactly would you hold a lemur if you wanted complete control?”

Nick slammed his hands against the steering wheel. “That is the problem. The children that have been taken have all been out of the Earth Fae or Shifter clans. Both pull energy from the earth. The earth is everywhere.”

“Well… not everywhere.”

Nick glanced at Sam and then turned back to the road, preparing to get on the highway. She had a smirk on her lips. “Spill Sam. What is running through that beautiful mind of yours?”

“We happen to be on the coast. The way I see it, we are at the end of the earth, on the edge of the water.”

Nick slammed on the brakes, skidding to the side of the road. “Oh dear, Lac Mar. It鈥檚 like the Goddess sent me to this area just to find you.”

“Lac Mar?”

Nick pulled out his phone. “She is our Goddess, but that isn鈥檛 important now. You just found the biggest lead of all.”

Sam followed close as Nick snuck along the docks. They were wearing wet suits for craps sake, and creeping through the moonlight. The plan, one she was having more and more reservations about with each step, was to slip off the end of the dock and scuba dive down to the bottom of the shark infested waters. She wasn鈥檛 stupid. People spent the day fishing and throwing unwanted bait over the sides of the dock. Add in the fact that sharks follow the scent of blood, and you had an open buffet with only two idiotic scuba divers still moving.

“I-”

“Look, Sam, this is the only way. Do you want to save your victim or not?”

“Yes,” Sam hissed.

Nick stopped at the end of the dock, and without another word he put his air regulator in his mouth and slipped over the side, leaving Sam to follow or be left behind. “Bastard.” Popping her regulator in her mouth, she forced herself after the crazy man.

The water felt freeing, lifting all her weight. But the further they went out to sea and the deeper they got, the more pressure she could feel pressing alone her body. She followed Nick, and the light he, that is until the light disappeared. Sam was beginning to freak out when something touched her hand, causing her to scream. Losing her regulator and the air in her lungs. Nick鈥檚 mouth was suddenly on hers, somehow giving her oxygen. It was a good kiss, but so not the time. No more than a second or two had passed when Sam realized that the pressure had disappeared.

They were floating through the water, wrapped around each other, in an impossible air bubble. “Okay. Now this is impressive.”

Nick gave a masculine chuckle, his tone echoing around their small bubble. “There鈥檚 more where that came from.” He pulled her close and kissed her enough to cause her toes to curl. He had his defined body pressed close, impossibly close. When he pulled away, they were both breathing heavily. “Now let鈥檚 go save some kids. Just hold my hand and kick strongly with your legs. We鈥檙e going to follow that light.”

“What light? You鈥檝e already turned it off.” Sam glanced around by all she saw was inky black water.

“Not to worry, Sammykins, my eye sight is a hundred times more enhanced than yours. A little further to the east, and you鈥檒l be able to see the lights.”

Sam held tightly to Nick鈥檚 hand, but her legs began to slow as she spotted the underwater base. What type of kidnapper decided that hiding beneath the sea was the course of action. Nick tugged on her hand, reminding her to swim faster. The closer they got the weirder things go. Down near the bottom of the hideout, Sam spotted an opening; one that stood free of water as if a bubble similar to the one she was encased in had filled the doorway.

Nick took some kind of stone from the pouch at his side. He waved the stone through the water, and used his other hand to propel her through the opening.

Sam landed in a heap, the wind knocked from her lungs. Then Nick landed on her back, keeping her lung from inflating. Slamming her elbow backward, she got Nick鈥檚 attention. Either than or using her as a body pillow wasn鈥檛 comfortable to him any more than it was for her.

He opened his pouch and pulled out one of the print casts.

Sam punched his side, and hissed, “What the hell? That鈥檚 evidence.”

Nick slapped his free hand over her mouth and placed his mouth against her ears. “I need the DNA left in the print. With this stone, we should be able to be able to find the owner of the print. That鈥檚 if we鈥檙e in the right place. You have to be extremely close to use this spell.”

Sam took a step back, her arms crossed, but kept her mouth shut. He was right. They didn鈥檛 know where the bad guys were. If they were in the right place, the bad guys could be around any corner.

She watched as the rock started to glow. Then Nick had her hand in a death grip as he started creeping down the halls of the underwater prison. She had to assume that following the glowing rock meant that they were in the right place. They would either find a few missing kids, or they would die trying.

They crept from hallway to hallway, passing doorways and empty rooms. After about ten minute, Sam was starting to think that the entire place was empty. Large and empty. Then she saw something that had her jerking to a stop. When Nick glanced back, one eyebrow raised; she pointed into the room they were stopped beside. Pulling Nick along, she moved close to the security monitors lining the back wall.

The source of the empty halls was easy to pinpoint. Sam could see dozens of men and woman dressed in guard uniforms hooting and hollering at a big screen TV in a monitor labeled b-12. There were labs and bedrooms, restrooms and food areas… all with their own label. But no kids. That鈥檚 when Nick pointed to two black-screened monitors labeled research.

It was worth a shot, the guards were occupied for now. But… “Where do you think research is?” she hissed. Nick merely held up the rock and print cast combo. They were about to leave when they saw a man coming out of a bathroom stall, doing up his fly, and heading for the door. Sam barely had time to think, Euwww gross, wash your hands, when she found herself in Nick鈥檚 arms and flying out of the room. Her stomach was dropping and her heart was in her throat when they finally stopped moving. She glanced around their hiding area; she could hear the guard from the bathroom whistling as he came closer.

Nick quietly put her on her feet and pulled a packet of blue powder from his pouch. Leaning around the corner, he threw the pouch and an instant latter she heard a body hit the floor. She watched as Nick went and shoved the man into the control room, and quietly shut the door.

Nick stopped in front of two heavily locked doors. Dropping Sam鈥檚 hand he riffled through his pouch, but what he had on him wasn鈥檛 about to open those doors quietly. He glanced back the way they had come, back toward the control room showing armed guards having a good time. Armed being the key word.

A small scrapping noise brought his attention back to the locked doors, to find Sam kneeling with her hands up. Doing a quick three sixty, he checked for any enemies coming their way and found nothing. When he looked back, her hands were down but she was still just kneeling there. “What are you doing?” he hissed.

Without another word, she lifted thin metal rods and then started digging inside the locks with them. Nick knew what she was doing now, but he had never bothered to learn how to pick locks. Why bother when you had magic? Humans really were helpless. He was about to pull his explosion charm from his pouch when he heard the first lock give. Just three more to go on this door, and four on the other.

Sam was amazed at how quiet the children were as they made their way back to the opening at the bottom of the underwater base. They were watchful, quiet, and unhurried. They followed Nick鈥檚 signals and stuck to the wall, waiting in silence as Nick retrieved the unconscious guard from the control room.

The kids were better than a well oiled special ops squad. Sam was impressed; impressed and a little freaked out. Sam was about to ask what was going on when the kids formed a line and linked hands, the last one take hold of Sam鈥檚 hand. Nick laid one of his rocks on the floor, and then moved to the front of the line of kids. As he balanced the guard on one shoulder and leaned over to take the first kid鈥檚 hand, Sam felt the air bubble from earlier wrap around her body. She could see the wavering air bubble flowing over al the children and Nick.

Then she felt a tug and watched as Nick moved forward. She followed the tugs on her hand. They left they same way they had entered. Only this time, no one had fins to help swim. Somehow, Nick pulled them slowly upward and toward the shore. The water was just as black, just as frightening.

As they made it to the sand, Sam fell to her knees. She was thinking about actually kissing the sandy shore when an explosion went off in the water. Sam had just whipped around, searching the water, when a gun shot reverberated through the air.

She was starting to feel dizzy as she jerked back to Nick and the children, she saw the unconscious guard dressed in a wet suit falling to the sand, gun in hand and a gapping hole over his heart. “What did you do?” Unconscious men didn鈥檛 just decide to change clothes and start shot-outs.

Nick slipped his gun back into his pouch, the children followed his nod and calmly sat down on the sand, and Sam could only shake her head.

“Sam… let me explain.”

She glared into his eyes. She opened her mouth to rant, wanting to beat against his chest, demand answers. But she couldn鈥檛 scream, she could move. She could only stare into his eyes as they got closer and closer.

Nick bent close. Lightly smoothing Sam鈥檚 hair behind her ear, and whispered, “Don鈥檛 worry, Sammykins. You won鈥檛 remember a thing.” Focusing his hypnotic gaze, Nick erased everything from the last day and a half. “Sorry Sam.”

He needed a reason for Sam to have lost her memory. He didn鈥檛 have the magic to do this to do this the easy way. There was only one way to give Sam a concussion. He slammed his fist into her jaw, moving quickly to catch her before she could fall to the ground. Lying her crumpled on the sand, a clear sign that she had been attacked, Nick moved to sit in front of the children. They needed a plan, a story. They had to keep the humans and the Norms of the world in the dark. Keeping their secret was the number one Law. Queens Law. One way or another, Nick vowed to protect Sam and keep their secret at the same time.

Oct 8… writing prompt GAZE

Okay… this is day eight and our writing Prompt is GAZE…

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Star gaze… dream of other worlds, wonder what else is in the universe, wish on a shooting star, be inspired to go out into the world and find something bigger than the one you live… this isn’t the one I will be using, but I thought it perfectly described writers the world over… we are dreamers, no matter if the world we build take us beyond the stars or down into the distant past…. we can envision shape-shifters, heroic cowboys, villains that the reader loves to hate, or just your run of the mill Fae Princess … we all star gaze in our own way!

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Then there is the all important lover’s gaze… or you could gaze around the room, or give you gaze some other emotion… a hardened gave, a softened gaze, a narrowed gaze… how exactly is your character looking at the world and the people around him/her…

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What exactly are their eyes doing??

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They can gaze out of a window… daydreaming, searching for a sign, waiting to see a lover’s approach?? Orrr…. for you horror fans… they can be gazing up out of the open grave they woke up in… muhahahaha

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Your character could also be gazing into a crystal ball or a haunted mirror… they can gaze at the horizon, or into the depths of a lake… how exactly to you want your story to unfold… each word, each thought, each prompt holds a multitude of possibility…

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For me, I will use gazing deep into someone’s soul… a hypnotic gaze… I’m not sure if the little girl is trying to hypnotize the horse or vice versa… 馃槢 thankfully, I will be using Sam and Nick, and as far as I know neither one is a horse… lol… I’m sure they will tell me if I’m wrong… happy wordage, and enjoy today’s prompt… and check back later for my wrap up to the current聽 short story… 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… 馃槢 if you missed the writing prompt for the word SHACK click HERE聽… and now enjoy the next part of my short story…

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Sam didn鈥檛 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鈥檛 ask for the weird and unexplained to follow me to work, but it always leads somewhere. I don鈥檛 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鈥檛 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鈥檚 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鈥檛 want to talk about her youth, she wanted answers of her own. “It was mandatory. Now tell me why you offered to Mastins鈥檚 place when he started bitching to the Captain? I don鈥檛 need charity. I know I鈥檓 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鈥檚 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鈥檛 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鈥檚 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鈥檛 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鈥檚 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鈥檚 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鈥檛 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鈥檛 be stopped. Something that he wasn鈥檛 going to like. Definitely something that Sam wasn鈥檛 going to appreciate. If the Fates didn鈥檛 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鈥檛 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… 馃槢 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聽works for… hmmm … or a woman聽running from her abusive boyfriend hides in some rich guys barn… that story just screams romance novel 馃槢

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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聽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… 馃槢

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聽the messenger… I merely do what the voices in my head tell me to do..聽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聽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… 馃槢

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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聽to get the prompt (words and pictures) for yourself —

Sam followed leafy trail, occasionally looking around for an oak tree. She wasn鈥檛 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鈥檓 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鈥檓 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鈥檓 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鈥檛 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鈥檚 front porch, through at least three feet of seemingly solid concrete. I鈥檝e 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鈥檝e lived in the area for a long time now, and it鈥檚 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鈥檙e 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鈥檓 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鈥檚 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鈥檙e done.”

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

Sam looked up at the whiner, but couldn鈥檛 place his name. “This is about throwing extra work your way; I really need to see what鈥檚 under there. And I can鈥檛 do that if you guys trample all the evidence.” If the glares being thrown her way were anything to go on, they didn鈥檛 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鈥檓 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鈥檚 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鈥檛 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鈥檛 know. I really don鈥檛 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聽… 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