Fate – A Flash Fiction

Fate - A Flash Fiction

In my hands lays the power of fate, the fate of all in our society.
A move of my pen, and someone lives or dies, falls in love or will never find the connection they search for.
I did not ask for this job, just as much as those who’s lives I control did not ask for me to be in charge.
While some might enjoy this power, I abhor the role of the Seer.
Watching those whom used to be my friends play at the edge of the shore, I sit at my desk alone, grasping for the glimmer of hope, that one day, a new Seer would be chosen and my torture would end.

Copyright Claudia H. Blanton 2014

This post was inspired by the Flash Fiction prompt “Glimmer” and the writing challenge “Hindsight is 20-20”. 

 

Progress – A Five Sentence Flash Fiction

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“Is this a suitable warm environment for the youngest?”
Checking the thermometer, he nodded approvingly, answering swiftly: “You have done our cause well.”
“It is my pleasure to serve, the New Order, Sir.”
Looking behind them, the grey floor littered with bodies of those who rose against them earlier, in an ill-timed attempt to hinder progress, he allowed a rare smile to graze his lips.
“I am beginning to think, that we might still be able to get the point across, that change is inevitable, for all of us – with or without them alive.”

Copyright Claudia H. Blanton 2014

 

The Keeper – A Flash Fiction Short Story

The Keeper - A Flash Fiction Story

The scent of cinnamon cookies rushed through the hallways and grand entrance, that was still grand despite its need of TLC, lots of TLC.
“She likes you”.
“Who likes me?”I was bewildered. With no one in the family left but me, there was no one to approve of me, or disapprove.

Finally

Free from the stuffiness of what was supposed to be for my own good, but had felt more like a lifetime prison of rules, regulations, tradition and expectations. 

“She does. The house, silly.”
I glanced at the young woman in front of me, as if she just had grown a third eye, not the psychic kind, a literal one, bulging from the center of her forehead. Or maybe alien antennas. I had known that the girl was weird, had been told to stay away from her, but I did not expect a bubbly young woman with a sense of purpose, and self-confidence, I wish I had. I liked her from the moment I first saw her. Even if she did not make sense to me most of the short time, since I had arrived.
“The house likes me?”
“Yes, she approves of you. Only when she likes someone does she smell like that.”

She laughed at my expression, a mixture of confusion and disapproval, and waved me further into the entrance.
The white marvel floors where exquisite, and despite the need of touch ups, updates and a dire need for wall paint, the home was beautiful. Overwhelmed I forgot for a second how crazy the caretakers words sounded and took a deep breath, breathing in more of the welcoming sugary, cinnamon scent.
“This is really mine? All of it?”
She nodded excitedly.
“All yours.” She giggled, hugged me quickly, another habit of hers, I had the feeling I would have to get used to.
“You have no idea, how much fun you two are going to have! She is a special place, precious. And now you are her Keeper.”

Copyright Claudia H. Blanton 2014

This post has been inspired by the Daily Prompt post.

Here are few more post of other Daily Prompt bloggers:

http://alanewart.wordpress.com/2014/07/08/reviving-bricks-come-down-and-jam/

http://jitterygt.wordpress.com/2014/07/08/warren-and-the-psychologist/

http://aerretha.wordpress.com/2014/07/08/barbie-y/

http://dragoneystory.wordpress.com/2013/04/10/the-world-i-would-create/

http://agirllikemee.wordpress.com/2014/07/08/my-dream-mansion/

 

Dean Koontz: The City – A Review

The City - A Book Review

Title: The City: A Novel
Author: Dean Koontz
Release Date: July 1st, 2014
Rating: 3/5
Dean Koontz is one of the reasons I originally wanted to be a writer. I read his new releases in English, when I still needed a dictionary to completely understand every word. I did not care. I held my breath between releases, waiting for more, from whom I considered the Master, better even than Stephen King.

But things have changed. Unlike Steven King, who never let go off the quality work, always delivering as expected, Dean Koontz trailed off, leaving behind the gripping tales for something that reminds me more of a Sunday afternoon movie – it’s there, you are bored, so what the hell, why not?
I miss being gripped and pulled into the story as he managed to do in his earlier stories, boring me half way through, and following the peculiar and not welcoming trend of delivering a story in first person. That choice alone eliminates tension, and that is what I remember Dean to deliver – tension.

It is not an awful book, not by far, if you make it past the first few chapters, it does pick up on speed, but I honestly have read Indie and Newbie Authors who delivered a faster, more enticing story, with a more engaging cast, then Dean Koontz has in this book. Am I going to give away spoilers? No, the few that are in there have to carry you through the story, and are scattered far enough in between, that I mind as well, tell you not to bother reading it all.

If you are a hardcore Dean Koontz fan from before his Odd Thomas times, you will be disappointed. If you liked Odd Thomas (which I loath), then this might be for you.

The Becoming – A Flash Fiction Fantasy

The Becoming - A Flash Fiction Fantasy

The changes where subtle at first, almost not noticeable, and for a while she thought she was just imaging things. She had always been an imaginative person, so it was easy to come to this conclusion, to pretend the truth away.
The tingling in her left hand should have been an indication, but not enough to make her to make a connection. Of course, she remembered the warning of the old woman,  but who listened to old women anyway? Rarely anyone of her tender age, even less so if that older woman looked as crazy in black as that one had.
She should have listened.
The mumbling of merging and destiny where vague, while the mixture, of fear and awe on that hags eyes were burned into her soul.
She should have listened to the instructions, on how to deal with the increasing stiffness, and how to control the merging,
Strangely, it did not hurt, there was no pain, no discomfort, but a cooling sensation as her left arm, slowly became “something else”.
She smiled, interestingly void of fear, the crystal within her growing, becoming her, merging with her, increasingly becoming One.

Copyright Claudia H. Blanton 2014

This flash fiction was inspired by Daily Prompt

 

Book Review: Hyde, An Urban Fantasy by Lauren Stewart

 

Book Review: Hyde, An Urban Fantasy

Title: Hyde, An Urban Fantasy
Author: Lauren Stewart
Publisher: Off The Hook Publishing
Release Date: July, 8th 2012
Rating: 5/5 Stars

With a hook, that gets you right from the start, this fast paced book is a wonderful, suspenseful adult read. Unlike Lauren Stewart’s Young Adult novels, this book is written for the less faint of heart, with some cursing, and love scenes, both placed efficiently, and without being too overbearing.
The main characters are a unique twist on the traditional Jekyll and Hyde story, placed charmingly in a modern setting. Chilling scenes, laced with humor, and plenty of action, the Author delivered a very great start to a promising Trilogy. If you have never read anything by Mrs. Stewart, you are missing out on very well-developed stories, that will grip you, and never let you go.

Man’s Best Friend – A Flash Fiction Fantasy

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“You finally have a chance to talk to me, in a way that I can understand you, and you are only asking for  three things?”
“I am dog, we are simple creatures, what do you really expect me to ask you about, the meaning of life itself? Or for the reason you insist on watching these god-awful reruns of the 70’s show?”

Ben shook his head.

“Very funny Hector. And I really do like that show.”
“Well, I really like bacon. Real bacon, not that fake stuff you sometimes get, trust me, it is nothing like bacon at all. That box thing lies to you humans all of the time.”
“I am aware of that. The lies, I mean”.
“Then why are you watching it?”
“I am not justifying my television habits to you. You have questionable habits too. I caught you eating out of the cat litter box, for crying out loud”.
The retriever lowered his eyes the floor.
“Only once. I wanted to know more about that furry thing you brought home.”
“By eating his shit?”
“Then give me some real bacon to eat. There is my alternative.”
Ben chuckled.
“Okay, deal. A back-scratcher?”
“Yes, for you to scratch me with, my back, I mean. Isn’t that what they are for? Or is that another human thing, where it has a name, but it means something else?”
“No, it’s to scratch backs, I will get you one. But that third one, come on, how am I supposed to arrange that?”
“A play date with that Doberman Pinscher next door? Easy. You are attracted to her owner. That way we both get what we want!”
“Hector, seriously!”
“I am looking out for you here, man.”

Ben shook his head, then grinned as he thought about the brown eyed, pretty young woman, who had moved next door just  two weeks earlier. Her sweet smile, had made his heart jump, the first time he saw her enter their building, her puppy by her side.
“Yeah, you are looking out for me.”
“Man’s best friend, you know. Just doing my job.”

A Steadfast Friend – A Fantasy Flash Fiction Story

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“It is so peaceful around here”.

“Indeed, it is at the moment, but mornings do bring some action.”

“Spring-time especially, I can imagine.”

He laughed, shaking visibly, as he thought of the many “activities” he had witnessed over his long life.

“Well, it is, what it is. Life cycles, come quicker for some, then others, but yes, I observe the joy, as well as its end.”

“Sad to loose those who life amongst us.”

“That is not different for me as it is for you. We are more alike then you might think.”

“Your patience and acceptance are beyond the level I would ever be able to inspire to.”

“Ah, but there must be difference, not only the solid and steadfast, but the energy of motion and expansion that you bring to the world. It is all needed, to insure balance.”

“Is that what it is all about, balance?”

“It is not that simple.”

“It is never that simple.”

“No, but where would be the fun in discovering it all, if it would be simple, and plain?”

She laughed softly, reaching out to touch his bark, the roughness of his skin beneath her fingers.

“I love our little talks, even if you leave me with more questions then answers.”

“I enjoy them as well, not many humans take their time with our kind anymore.”

“Well I do”. She bowed softly.” Until ‘morrow, my friend?”

He smiled deeply, warmth radiating from the expressive and beautiful face that was hidden to so many.

“Indeed.”

Bowing once more, Gaia turned quietly away from the Mighty Oak.

Copyright Claudia H. Blanton 2014

Note:

“Oak has been considered sacred by just about every culture that has encountered the tree, but it was held in particular esteem by the Celts because of its size, longevity, and nutritious acorns. The oak was the “King of Trees” in a grove. Magick wands were made of its wood. Oak galls, known as Serpent Eggs, were used in magickal charms. Acorns gathered at night held the greatest fertility powers. The Druids and Priestesses listened to the rustling oak leaves and the wrens in the trees for divinatory messages. Burning oak leaves purifies the atmosphere. It can be used in spells for protection, strength, success and stability; the different varieties will lend their own special ‘flavour’ to the magic.” – Kardia Zoe

Book Review: “Hearts Of Chaos” by Kira Brady

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Hearts of Chaos by Kira Brady
Release Date: March 4th 2014
Genre: Fantasy/Romance
Rating: 4.5/5 Stars

This book was my introduction to Kira Brady and the Deathglass Series, and I was pleasantly surprised. This novel is a quest story, that centers around the two main characters, Lady Lucia and Emory Corbette, and their attempt to save their world from being destroyed by a fierce enemy with malevolent powers, pulling the reader into the web of detailed and breathless activity from the first page, and does not slow down in pace until the release of the very end.
While the book is more explicit in love making details , and therefore not a story I would recommend for someone who is not ready to read about the physical connection between some of the characters, those details are not distracting enough from the motion of the story or the romance and emotional involvement of those people, to turn it into a parody or worse.
Weaving tales of Goddesses, using mythology and creation stories, and describing mystical powers made me turn the pages rather quickly, leaving me spell bound, and surprised. It is hard to find such a elaborate, yet believable plot that can balance the magical side with the human one – even if the characters are not necessarily human, but dealing with all to familiar emotions and conflicts.
A book with a strong female lead, who grows into her own, Kira managed to balance Lady Lucia’s growth with the male main characters development, by allowing him to learn lessons about leading with the heart.
A great novel, that I highly recommend. In fact, I am looking forward to downloading the rest of the trilogy onto my kindle reader soon, and hope you will too.