Writer’s Quote Wednesday, 6/29/2016.


Alright, missed a week, but I’m back.

She sat in the pew, crying, alone. None came to comfort her, and none came to see him. He was… had not been… loved. Or even liked. The best that could be said about him was that he had honor.

They had fought about that, some. Honor didn’t put food on the table.

For all of that, he had tried.

Even as he failed again, and even his family left; disowned him. Even as he turned hard – mean. Even as he pushed everyone away. Even as he drank himself to death.

She got up, tears dried, and went to the coffin. The pastor was talking to the undertaker. No one was near. A last look at his face – he was so peaceful now, and the red nose was gone, his yellow eyes closed. She was reminded of a saying, something she had heard:

“Faith is a knowledge within the heart, beyond the reach of proof.” – Khalil Gibran.

She had faith that he was in a better place, beyond all that had weighed him down. She had faith that she would see him again, the bright and wonderful man she married. All it would take was a little time.

Alright, that’s it, see you next week.


Tuesday’s Tale, 6/28/2016.


Alright, so I missed my other post dates last week. Sorry for that, real life interfered with a vengeance. But now I’m back and ready to go. My Patreon I mentioned earlier is up and almost complete, with almost everything I’ve written on it (at least, everything I’ve written that I own rights to – I’ve written some fanfiction before and the legality of that is questionable).

I had to edit some old and new files to make sure it all worked and it took longer than expected. If you want to find my shiny new Patreon simply ask and I’ll link it. If not, you can ignore this message. Or you can simply run a search on my pen name from the site itself, I can’t imagine there is more than one.

That wasn’t what kept me from posting last week, though. Illness and family illness was the main culprit, but we’re all fine now… so five minutes on the clock, and away we go!

She checked his pulse; he still had one, if only barely.

She wouldn’t have really cared if he’d died, but it would have been inconvenient. She disliked leaving evidence of her presence. She now had enough to affect a rescue, however.

Taking Mr. Simms seeming, she opened the door and walked out, boldly. A cough as a test and she had his voice: “What’s going on out here?!?”

The bodyguards​ reacted as expected. “Sir? What do you mean?” Mook number 1 asked.

“I mean the noise! Didn’t you hear it?”

“What noise, sir?” Mook number 2 asked.

“The noise in the kitchen! Didn’t you hear it?”

They both looked at each other, so she tapped her foot impatiently.

“Go check it out!”

Mook number 1 got up; mook number 2 stayed put. They weren’t amateurs. But one guy was much easier to take than two were. She slumped on the couch, shooting Josh a glance; he seemed well enough, if a little bloody. That was good.

“And make me a sandwich while you’re in there!” She yelled to mook number 2. She was hungry, after all.

And that’s it, see you all next week!

Tuesday’s Tale, 6/21/2016.


Alright, another Tuesday and all of you know what that means. Here we go!

The bed was very soft, she noted; an air bed of some kind. This proved to be important, as laying on one side didn’t affect the other. A light touch on Simm’s hand was as far as she could bring herself to go, but it was enough. Instantly she could see his eyes start moving in the back and forth manner of REM sleep.

She had done that, but she didn’t know how; it was instinct.

He was dreaming of her now, she knew; and the energy, that wellspring of power that allowed her to do the things she could do – that was recharging the more he did.

She even knew a bit of what the fool was dreaming of. It made her a little ill, but it also excited her. What excited her more was the energy itself; he was full of it. Before she knew what she was doing, she kissed him, lightly.

He wrinkled like a prune in the sun, and almost died in an instant.

Alright, time is five minutes even. Again, I didn’t get as much down as I wanted, but those are the rules. See you next week!

Tuesday’s Tale, 6/14/2016.


Alright, another Tuesday, and you all know what that means. Five minutes on the clock, and away we go:

She tried to plan into late in the night. Where before she felt she would have a plan of twenty or more steps in order to free Josh without being seen, now it was all she could do to lie still. Truthfully, if she wasn’t low on energy, she would already be moving.

Simms came in, dressed in pajamas, and laid down to sleep while she was still planning. His breathing evened out as he transitioned to slumber – which gave her an idea. A spark of something, some distant fragment of memory or genetics for what she was now, tugged at her.

In response, she slowly and oh-so-carefully crept out and onto the bed.

Alright, not as much content as you might be used to, but I had to wrestle with some wording; better to get it right and short then not right. See you next week!

Writer’s Quote Wednesday, 6/8/2016.


Alright, so here we go. An adventure for adventure!

“Dude, how about that one?” Bryce asked, pointing at the distant and modern windmill.

“Shut up Bryce.” Nathan responded promptly, consulting the old map again.

“Okay, so no to the modern one,” Bryce pointed further down. “What about that one? It’s an old-fashioned windmill! You could totally tilt that!

“Get fucked, Bryce.”

Map consulted, Nathan forged ahead. The fountain had to be here somewhere. GPS confirmed the site to within a hundred yards, it was just a matter of finding it in the empty field. The flat empty field in which no water could be seen or heard.

“Admit it, Nathan. It’s not here. Just like Ponce, you struck out.”

Bryce took a step toward Nathan and vanished with a yelp, mid-gesture.

Nathan grabbed the rope at his side and pulled his flashlight, scrambling to the edge of the sink-hole.

“Bryce, you alright?”

“Yeah, I’m fine, it’s only about a ten foot drop!”

Nathan drove a spike into the earth with a hammer from his pack and tied the rope to it. After testing it he headed down.

Bryce was under the hole; he hadn’t packed a light, despite Nathan’s urging. Nathan panned his own light around until it came to rest on a bubbling underground spring. Bryce was wet, Nathan noticed.

He began to laugh.

“Don’t flake out on me, Nathan. This could just be any underground spring.”

“Except it’s already working on you, Bryce. I’m sure you’ll enjoy being a teen again.”

Bryce scrambled up the rope with a curse.

“Science moves with the spirit of an adventure characterized both by youthful arrogance and the belief that the truth, once found, would be simple as well as pretty.” – James D Watson.

What does the quote have to do with the story? Nothing at all!

As always, this is for Silver Threading at

Writers Quote Wednesday Writing Challenge – “Adventure” #WQWWC

See you next week!