Imagine it. Thinkin bout making it sci-fi.

She dropped herself on her bed staring at the fixture in the ceiling where a lightbulb should be and wasn’t. She felt the stress of her thoughts ease into the background and she happily let them. With her eyes she drew imaginary green circles in the fixture, counting how many she could create before she reached the- well, pulsing green center. She concentrated on the center and it pulsed even harder. All her concentration on the pulse, she didn’t notice that her imaginary circles were coming down, growing bigger, and enveloping her completely. The pulse grew with her apt attention and more circles kept coming down. The center pulsed dangerously big and burst out of its confinement for a second. She was entranced, her head pounding with the rhythm of the pulse. Once more it pulsed out of its borders and her head pulsed with it. The pain numbed her but her eyes wouldn’t leave the pulse, much to her detriment. One last pulse, exploding out of the fixture and one last panting breath as she exploded with it, becoming a body of white fire. The green light blinked out and the fire slowly died down. Leaving nothing but ash on the bed.


No title.

“So what exactly are you trying to say?”
Geneva McLane asked, sashaying to his table and leaning slightly on it, waving a hand to punctuate her words. Roy Davis watched her, she was still beautiful. Short, cropped blonde hair, big brown eyes, soft Victorian features. She still dressed to make a statement, wearing leopard print leather and a black suede tube that showed off her striking figure. The difference was, he no longer saw what made him cheat on Kari. His eyes were open now and he could see his sin. He still remembered Kari’s face when he confessed. Yet she forgave him. Gen would just have to do the same.
“I’m saying that it’s over Geneva. I can’t do this to my wife anymore. I confessed everything….and I gave my life to Christ.”
She chuckled and shook her head at him.
“And what am I supposed to do without you?”
She asked. Roy shifted his weight and averted his gaze.
‘Help me God’
He thought. He looked back at her, into her eyes and he could see fire in those brown depths.
“I could give you Jesus Gen. He would care for you more than I ever could, he loves you more than anybody could-”
He was cut off when she threw her head back and laughed. When her head came back up her face was set.
“Shut up.”
She snarled. He bit the inside of his lip. Her face changed again and her frown was replaced with a malicious smile. She got off the table and moved towards him, reminding him of a slinky cat. The way she was acting he might have to push her off. He had hoped it would not come to that.
“You want to give me ‘Jesus’ when you are all I want huh?”
She asked again. He swallowed. She surprisingly walked past him. He started to turn to see what she was doing when he felt a sharp flick at the back of his neck.
“Bye Roy.”
He heard her whisper. Crying out his hand shot up to the spot. Blackness rolled into his vision like a fog. He heard his door shut. A click went down the entire length of his spine and his legs began to alert him that he could not stand any longer. He took two wobbly, long strides towards his table then his legs gave way. He fell forward and his forearms and palms smacked the mahogany of his table. He reached blindly for the phone as the blackness took over his sight and instead got the buzzer to his secretary. He heard the buzz go off in her office just before he went down.


Just feel like writing something.

For all he was worth Fabian couldn’t get himself to walk away. The lady with the crystal ball had him spellbound. He struggled in vain against the power of her thickly lashed green eyes. Her black curls danced across her face as she sat at her table. She moved her long nailed hands, her eyes not once leaving his, pulling on an invisible rope. Fabian wasn’t quite sure how, but his legs betrayed him, walking him closer and closer to his doom. He swallowed. Hard. His hands were shaking by his sides. She stopped pulling when he was directly over her table. She smiled, and something about the smile made him decide he was dead. The gypsie-like lady leaned forward a little.
“Close your eyes Fàbìan”
Her husky voice said, and he felt himself drop.


Silly Talk with- Brad Loftangle.

Interveiwing one of my friends was fun. Here’s how it went.
Me: Thanks for agreeing to do this with me.
Brad: Duh. This was my idea.
Me: Okay. Right. Whatever. So, what do you think of teenagers of these days?
Brad: I think girls these days are dogs. Bitches to be exact. So cheap. They’re ready to do anything far as you pay them. I know a chic who the guy she’s dating is… the equivalent of me dating your lil sis. Gracie.
Me: Eeew.
Brad: Yeah. She feels awesome just cos she sleeps in hotels and gets paid. That’s whore business if you ask me.
Me: I see. And boys?
Brad: The boys have the same mentality. ‘Get as many girls as possible at a particular time.’ That’s why they go to church. To flirt. It’s crazy. I went to camp. A two week camp and what I saw made me stay just three days. I told a girl we both know(her name is confidential) that I was hungry n that she, being a senior and all should buy me something n she said I should come to her girls bunk after the vigil that night and she’d give me something to eat… you get, right?
Me: Uhun.
Brad: Good. I didn’t go and my guy friend said I was stupid and had lost a great opportunity. If he’d been the one he’d have gone. Which brings us back to BITCHES.
Me: Oookay. Interesting. I was gonna ask you something else but I lost it in your story. Darn.
Brad: Oh. How I look under these clothes? Well I’ve got rocking arms, been working out so-
Me: Brad!
Brad: What?
(He grins then overhears something.)
Brad: You hear that?
Me: No. What?
Brad: Those bitches over there. “Yeah, he wasn’t wearing boxers” See what I mean? How the hell did they know if they didn’t see something they weren’t ought to. The poor nigger whoever he is.
Me: It’s not always the girls fault y’know. Some guys do it on purpose. You know how some like to stand like Usher. They wear shorts without any boxers underneath to get attention. One came to church that way once, gallivanting in fronta me, mom and my coz.
Me: Yeah, well mom went up to him, told him she’d seen enough and practically walked him out.
Brad: Go mama! Okay so not just bitches, bastards too.
Me: Right. So, topic change. Tell me about your future.
Brad: Oh, yeeees. I’m gonna be superstar rich, gon’ have a room each for ma music awards and ma platinum awards, gon’ have chart topping albums, gon’ feature ya. Um, let ma hair grow, dye it red. When m living on my own though so dad don’t kill me. I’m gon give up music when I turn 30 and jump into journalism. Gon have a hot assistant, a super hot tour manager and a mega hot manager plus you as a bestie of course just to make my wife jealous. I’m not gon be like them stars who don’t have time for their kids. My kids’ll be with me all the time. Even if they gotta be homeschooled during that time. We’ll be a great big family and they’d love me. Just like i’ll love em.
Me: I’m impressed. Oh and I like the ‘ME’ parts.
Brad: Like sure you do.
Me: That should be all, this is a lot of coverage.
Brad: Too dope. Thank me.
Me: Get outta town.


Brand new. Excerpt. “Echoes of Mercy”

The key rattled in the hole once and I knew Dad was home. Mama and Jose ran to their positions at once. Watching Mama I knew she should look scared of what this may uncover, but as usual my Mama was a rock. Unflinching and resolved. They began and I just sat quietly at the dining table, spooning my rice slowly. I listened to the banter without as much as a blink.
“Jose, tell me the truth now! Answer my question!”
Mama said waving the bible wildly in her hand. Reddy looked confused and scared. The poor girl. She had been left out of the game. Mama’s key finally gave way and fell out and Dad’s prevailed. Jose really looked trapped, and downright afraid. Good actress she was. Or was she?
Dad opened the door.
“What is happening here?!”
He exclaimed. Momma plumb ignored him.
“Tell me! Has my husband been touching you or not!”
Jose’s eyes darted to Father’s, as did mine. She froze for an instant till Mama’s voice shook her.
“He’s been pressing your breasts. Has he not?!”
Jose lowered her head and I expected her to give out. Instead she said,
Never in my eleven years had I heard such gravity in one word.
Mama looked upon Pa for the first time then.
“Shame on you Christopher!”
She yelled at him. I swallowed rice hard. He got all red in the face. He banged the door shut.
“And what can you do about it? Yes, I have and I will marry her! What can you do you peasant? I will throw you out of my house!”
Momma got that look in her eyes and I fought the feeling that I should cover my ears and duck under the table. I wasna a child no more.She faced him squarely.
“Try it.”
This time I felt like moaning, my spoonful of rice midair. I was frozen, but Reddy wasn’t as Pa grabbed Mama by the neck and opened the door again, trying to push her out. Mama put both hands against the frame and refused to be thrown. I watched, my eyes once went to Jose. I had no words for her look and still don’t. Reddy was screaming and crying profusely. It was suposa be a ruse. It shouldna have been this way. He shoulda been mortified and ashamed. It shoulda made him stop! As I watched Pa, all 6’1 foot of him trying to push my struggling Ma, 5’5 out our door in just her bra and her blue wrap skirt for chores my memories came. A younger me, flinging myself on my green bed, Pa and Ma’s voices raising goosebumps on my pale flesh, praying for all I was worth that they would stop and be happy. Convenanting my life. It hadn’t worked. Another scene, blurry, me younger still, maybe five, walking around the house proudly in Mom’s black and white gown that pooled at my feet. People everywhere. Mom was packing I knew, but not why. Priscillia, a woman in our church grabbed me.
“Tell your mother to stay for you girl. Or you as good as dead.”
She frightened me and I ran to Mommy remembering how she said I could take anything of hers I wanted. I had always loved the dress. I looked at her now and saw she was sad.
“Where are you going Mommy?”
I asked. She didn’t answer right. She stayed after they sat her down to talk. As I remembered I felt something break inside me. That was one of the first of his affairs. I was bleeding from inside. Something else was filling up though. Cold, hard, and angry, killing me as it came. I changed right there on the dining table, Reddy screaming, Mom fighting, Dad pulling, Jose begging him as he hurled treacherous words at the mother of his children, words I will not say now. I put the hanging spoon in my mouth careless of the chaotic melee around me. Esme was filled. Oh yes I was! With hate. Hate for the man who’s sperm created me. And worse, hate for myself. I canna tell ye all right now. Trust I will though, all in due time. This is only the beginning. The prolouge if it be a book. Everything will come. Every blasted, dirty bit of it, for this story….Canna help but be told.


A blockbuster hit for sure! This book is writing me, “Chiller”

It dribbled black spittle from its mouth as it attacked them. Frowning in disgust and keen on saving Vashti and the other occupant of the car, Kinae raised his arm and closed his eyes. His lightening bow formed in his hand and pulling on the string of electricity with his other hand he sent a bolt straight into the shoulder of the demon. Shreiking in pain it turned to face him swiftly, yanking out strands of Vashti’s white hair and flinging the other occupant out of the car and into the side wall in the process. That girl had to be unconscious after that hit. But he had himself to worry about. Shrieking again the demon launched itself towards him. He cowered, hiding behind his hands. A heavy gust of wind hit him instead and he heard the demon scream. Looking, he found Karen standing in front of him, her golden sheild billowing with such strenght it pushed the demon backwards inch by inch making it scream in rage. She turned to give him a smile over her shoulder. He returned it and looked over at Vashti. She was covering the girl she came with with her body, her hair flying around her face, her blue eyes flashing with wrath. She was still unprotected. Karen’s sheild was on her against side. The demon had to be destroyed. Turning he searched among the other kids. All had their heads down, hiding. Except one. Cameron, the thirteen year old darkhaired boy with the power of combustion held his gaze firmly. Kinae nodded at him and he flew to his feet in a rapid motion of legs and a hand. Coming forward he stood by Kinae and looked up at him.
“Ready Cam?”
He asked. The boy nodded and looked at the demon. It was still trying to fight its way through Karen’s sheild. To no avail. Vashti was looking straight at him, Kinae could tell. The demon, noticing his gaze, turned to bound towards her unprotected companion and she.
” Go!”
Kinae heard himself yell and Cameron roared, an explosion of fire flooding from his open mouth and through Karen’s sheild, landing directly on the mid-air demon. It shrieked and fell short, landing just before Vashti and rolling in the flames. Kinae called his bow again and sent two bolts into its back. Its shreiks became grunts as it melted and soon became a smoking pile of gummy liquid and ashes. Going back to the controls Kinae pressed ‘store’, and the remains of the demon was sucked in by a nearby cylinder. They all ran to Vashti on the floor with her companion.
“Are you alright Vashti?”
He asked, kneeling beside her and cradling her head. She swatted his hand away.
“I am. She isn’t.”
She said sounding upset. Kinae examined her companion. She was unconscious alright. She was also beautiful. Not like Vashti. Her beauty was stronger. Her face was more set. He studied her head. Where she had hit was swelling. She would need ice. She might have a concussion. Turning he thought at Karen.
*Get a bag of ice and a bowl. A wet towel would be good too.*
Nodding, the red head ran off. He met Vashti’s eyes again.
“Whats going on here? And what did you say happened to dad? The upper lab is destroyed.”
Kinae shook his head to keep from crying. Just when someone wanted him…
“They took Doc Vashti.”
He said, his voice breaking. Her face contorted as she struggled between a cry and a question. Finally a painful sound escaped her lips and she doubled over. He tried to take her up but she vanished from where his hands stretched to and re-appeared at the feet of her companion. That was a full six feet away.
her strangled voice asked him.