Hunger in the Veins: Flash Fiction #Monday’sMuse #SciFi #Thriller

Vein City. That wasn’t its true name, but that’s how he felt about it. From there the very lifeblood of the world seemed to flow. He flexed his hands and watched his own veins pulse. It had cost him nearly everything within him to get there. 

Flipping open his wallet he stared at the nearly faded photograph of his family. So much had happened in so little time, but it was enough to wipe his mind clean. He couldn’t even remember their names. All he remembered were their faces.

That would have to be enough.

Truth be told, few men ever came back from the grave in the way that he had and those that did were only shells of themselves.

That was what Embryous was all about. Taking fully grown men and women, developed in every form of the word but not in their hearts, not in their emotions. Emotions were fickle. They got in the way. They kept the underdeveloped, the embryous, from doing what they were designed to do.

He flexed his hands again. They still burned from the crushing grip they’d held on…what was his name? He glanced back at the dead man’s face. Daryl, his name was Daryl. Daryl’s eyes were cold, lifeless, the product of Embryous, meaning dead.

In fairness, the Daryl had asked for it. They all had. Anyone who looked him in the eye saw his hunger. For anyone who tried to stop him from feeding his appetite, that look was the last thing they saw. Nothing would keep him from his former life. Nothing would keep him from his family.

That was why he was in Vein City. His family was his lifeblood and he was determined to live again.

THE BEGINNING…

*I don’t know if I will ever get around to fleshing out this tale, but I am curious about the nameless main character and Embryous. I have an inkling that things for him are not what they seem and finding that out will be like kicking a hornet’s nest. Anyhow, these are my results for Monday’s Muse Writing Prompt August 21st, 2017.

~Dream. Imagine. Believe. Do. CONQUER!

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Upon the Open Knight: Flash Fiction #AmWriting #Monday’sMuse #ScienceFantasy

He’d definitely found something. He wasn’t sure what it was, but he could just make out its silhouette under the blue-black blanket of night. His heart stopped when the light of his lantern stretched across it. 

“Lanny!” He all but shoved his voice through his throat, pushing it like a bully would another kid into a locker. “You need to see this!”

Slow as usual, Lanny Graves directed his mount to where Cedric’s light glowed in the darkness. Moving too slow for Cedric’s liking he hissed a curse and hollered again.

He heard the hoof beats of Lanny’s mount speeding forward. He felt them through the worn soles of his beats when he dismounted. He kept the light held high, made sure its beam stayed put even as he released his sidearm from its holster.

“What’s got you so scared?” Lanny teased.

“Quiet!” Cedric hissed back. He kept the light and his firearm aimed ahead but he jerked his head in the direction that Lanny has obviously missed.

Lanny’s quick plea to Jesus and the clumsy cross he made over his chest was sure evidence that what Cedric was seeing was not some trick of his eyes or an after effect of eating three-day-old pork and beans.

He might have thought he was dreaming but the throb behind his eyes, a familiar sign that a migraine was coming was testament enough that he was wide awake.

As sure as his name was Cedric Hays, laying in the patched earth on Circle B Ranch was a bloodied, pregnant woman in a crumpled suit of armor, her body half way in and half way out of what Cedric could only describe as a black vortex of death.

“Help me,” her words hissed out the moment her dull eyes snapped open.

A bullet burrowed itself a foot away from her head. Both Lanny and Cedric shouted in terror before the woman’s body came fully from the vortex and the dark hole around her faded from the night.

THE BEGINNING OF SOMETHING…MAYBE

*I apologize for the abrupt ending but I feel like this little tale wants to go places that only a full-length novel can handle…no promises on that, but know that I am considering it! Nevertheless, I hope you were entertained by my results for Monday’s Muse May 8th, 2017. 

~Dream. Imagine. Believe. Do. CONQUER!

3 Things You Didn’t Know About These Novels: Battle of the Books Which will be Published First? #indieauthor #writing #Scifi

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Welcome to the start of the Battle of the Books blog tour! A creative adventure where I, the author, invite you, the readers, to help me decide which of these two novels that I’ve written will be indie published first!

THE RULES FOR THE READER ARE SIMPLE:

  • Read teaser chapters of both books. (NEXUS GATE  and WARDEN)
  • Follow the link at the end of the Chapter Teaser back to the Voting Polls  and cast your vote for which story YOU think should be indie Published first
  • Leave your constructive criticism for both stories
  • Follow the author site of Candice Coates as well as on social media!
  • Stay connected by following the blog tour to learn more about the books as well as about me, the author

BOOK NUMBER 1

NEXUS GATE 4037: THE ANIMAL 

nexus-gate-4037-the-animal-coverBook Flap: Most important rules of time surveillance; never disrupt your host timeline and never step into the future. Decorated Surveillance Specialist Vivian Leona of 6037 has broken both. Losing her husband, John Joseph Spruce, in the Nexus of time past, Vivian mistakenly pulls the wrong man into the future, a man recorded by history as having died on that very day in 1837. The consequences for keeping him alive in the future could prove far worse than Vivian bargains for, especially in the American South’s New Golden Age, 4037, where any overt emotion or cause of such, like racism, is seen as a deadly contingent—‘conditions’ cured only by euthanasia. Slave foreman and bounty hunter ‘Tucker’ John Josephus Spruce of 1837 is called ‘The Animal’ by those he hunts, and a ‘necessary evil’ by those who enlist his skills, but are his ‘talents’ enough to keep him alive when he steps into a deadly snare set twenty-two hundred years in the future where he is now pawn and prey? Will Tucker John’s instincts lead him towards retribution for his abduction, or will they make Vivian his only ally while setting him on an unexpected hunt for the one not only out for his blood, but the very woman’s he’s purposed to destroy?

3 THINGS YOU DIDN’T KNOW ABOUT THIS NOVEL

  1. The concept for this story, like many that I have come up with, was born from a dream that I had nearly fifteen years ago.
  2. This story is Book 1 of a series. There are 3 stand-alone books that follow the lives of the characters you will meet in The Animal, with 2 additional Books that act as spin-offs.
  3. The follow-up novels within the series are inspired by free-flow writing as well as the results of writing prompts that I did, here, on i came for the soup.

BOOK NUMBER 2

WARDEN:

warden-coverBook Flap: Ever since the bizarre death of her grandmother, Maeve Grandie has made it her sole purpose to be reliable, even if that means living a dreadfully predictable life. The only sense of adventure Maeve experiences is in her dreams. The only problem is her peculiar hereditary condition that gives her rashes on her hands and arms, turning the veins of her arms a screaming azurite blue, not only gives her weird dreams but causes her to sleepwalk as well. But what would happen if those dreams that carry her into a bizarre land where people can cause their arms to ignite with blue flames and tear open the sky with their bare hands is not really a dream at all? What if the dream world, Maeve finds herself suddenly trapped in, is actually a true world of wonder but one she is somehow destroying just by being there? Senior Warden Vincent Jasper of Trident finds himself facing that very real and immeasurable danger when a young woman in the ugly pink nightgown interferes with an arrest right before disappearing through an Unzoned Door in the Universe causing the very threads of the Cluster and Realms to ripple and stretch, putting it and the lives of all who live within it in grave danger. Not only is the woman unknown but she keeps opening Doors and is somehow hiding right underneath his nose. Can Jasper and his team along with the rest of Trident, apprehend this villainous threat clad in garish pink flannel and ruffles? Or will they find out that she is not the threat at all but the weapon of someone else, all before their side of the universe collapses?

3 THINGS YOU DIDN’T KNOW ABOUT THIS NOVEL

  1. This novel is my very first, as well as, successful attempt at a summer session of NaNoWriMo, reaching over 56k words within 30 days, and being completed as a first draft in 96 glorious days!
  2. Every woman who has Beta-Read the second draft has had a crush on Senior Warden Vincent Jasper…Myself included.
  3. This story is also part of a series of 3 stand-alone books and a spin-off series that is currently in being crafted in note form.

WOULD YOU LIKE TO FIND OUT MORE ABOUT ME, CANDICE COATES, THE AUTHOR? 

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Be sure to follow my AUTHOR SITE for a bio AND spread the word to others about this novel adventure that is taking place!

FOLLOW THE BATTLE TOUR WITH INTERVIEWS ON THESE FANTASTIC BLOGS:

Each of these bloggers are fantastic writers and creatives. Check out the tour on their creative space and be sure to follow them and their projects!

Click the Banner below for blog tour dates as well as links to sample chapters and voting!

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~Dream. Imagine. Believe. Do. CONQUER!

Like a Sapling through Soil: Flash Fiction & Musing

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“You’ve gone quiet,” Their words weren’t condemning, still it drew her attention with enough force to make her spine go rigid.

Forcing her nerves into a sense of calm, she shook her head. “I haven’t really gone quiet.”

“No?”

“No. I’ve been in the dark, much like a seed.” Without looking at them she could almost feel their interest peek and a smile bloom with interest.

“Explain if you can. I like seeds, so much potential there.”

This made her smile. “Like a seed I’ve been in the dark. I have a lot of things pressing on me from every side, but the pressure is only promoting change. I have much to say. The words are on the tip of my tongue but I need to allow the right moment to arrive.”

“Like a sapling through the soil,”

“Precisely! Like a sapling through the soil. Seeds planted in Fall burst forth in the Spring.”

“Spring is right around the corner you know?”

Another smile. “Yes, it is. I can feel it in my bones.”

THE BEGINNING…

A Moment for Musing

Hello there friends! If you haven’t figured it out the above story would be my conversation with creativity and my work here on I came for the soup. I’ve struggled with my blogging rhythm here, yet again and it has produced a level of anxiety.

There is so much I want to say, so many stories I want to tell, and yet only so many hours in a given day.

I want to thank all of you who have stuck with me as I build up my Author Site and prepare for Indie Publishing. If you haven’t already, please swing by http://www.candicecoates.wordpress.com, follow, share with others, and partake in reading the sample chapters of two of my novels, Warden and Nexus Gate 4037: The Animal. After reading, cast your vote for the novel you think should be published first.

Polls for voting will be available February 20th through March 25th.

I will have more information about what is going on here in the soup bowl, especially in regards to my blog novel Ascension Graveyard, coming soon.

Stay tuned!

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Click HERE for more about the Battle of the Books! The Battle is already on. Be sure to read and cast your VOTE today!

~Dream. Imagine. Believe. Do. CONQUER!

 

Battle of the Books is Here!: Which will be Published First? You Decide!

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Go to www.candicecoates.wordpress.com for more details!

The official kickoff of the Battle of the Books, a competition between two of my novels where you the reader get to vote and decide which book will be indie published first has begun! 
WARDEN vs NEXUS GATE 

Read sample chapters of and cast your vote for the novel you think should be the first published.

Click HERE for more details!

NOVEL 1: WARDEN

 


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Ever since the bizarre death of her grandmother, Maeve Grandie has made it her sole purpose to be reliable, even if that means living a dreadfully predictable life. The only sense of adventure Maeve experiences is in her dreams. The only problem is her peculiar hereditary condition that gives her rashes on her hands and arms, turning the veins of her arms a screaming azurite blue, not only gives her weird dreams but causes her to sleepwalk as well.

But what would happen if those dreams that carry her into a bizarre land where people can cause their arms to ignite with blue flames and tear open the sky with their bare hands is not really a dream at all?

What if the dream world, Maeve finds herself suddenly trapped in, is actually a true world of wonder but one she is somehow destroying just by being there?

Senior Warden Vincent Jasper of Trident finds himself facing that very real and immeasurable danger when a young woman in the ugly pink nightgown interferes with an arrest right before disappearing through an Unzoned Door in the Universe causing the very threads of the Cluster and Realms to ripple and stretch, putting it and the lives of all who live within it in grave danger. Not only is the woman unknown but she keeps opening Doors and is somehow hiding right underneath his nose.

Can Jasper and his team along with the rest of Trident, apprehend this villainous threat clad in garish pink flannel and ruffles? Or will they find out that she is not the threat at all but the weapon of someone else, all before their side of the universe collapses?

nexus-gate-4037-the-animal-coverNOVEL 2: NEXUS GATE 4037: THE ANIMAL

 

Book Flap: Most important rules of time surveillance; never disrupt your host timeline and never step into the future. Decorated Surveillance Specialist Vivian Leona of 6037 has broken both.

Losing her husband, John Joseph Spruce, in the Nexus of time past, Vivian mistakenly pulls the wrong man into the future, a man recorded by history as having died on that very day in 1837. The consequences for keeping him alive in the future could prove far worse than Vivian bargains for, especially in the American South’s New Golden Age, 4037, where any overt emotion or cause of such, like racism, is seen as a deadly contingent—‘conditions’ cured only by euthanasia.

Slave foreman and bounty hunter ‘Tucker’ John Josephus Spruce of 1837 is called ‘The Animal’ by those he hunts, and a ‘necessary evil’ by those who enlist his skills, but are his ‘talents’ enough to keep him alive when he steps into a deadly snare set twenty-two hundred years in the future where he is now pawn and prey?

Will Tucker John’s instincts lead him towards retribution for his abduction, or will they make Vivian his only ally while setting him on an unexpected hunt for the one not only out for his blood, but the very woman’s he’s purposed to destroy?

RULES FOR THE READER:

  • Read teaser chapters of both books. (NEXUS GATE  and WARDEN)
  • Follow the link at the end of the Chapter Teaser back to the Voting Polls here and cast your vote for which story YOU think should be indie Published first
  • Leave your constructive criticism for both stories
  • Follow www.candicecoates.wordpress.com!

See you at the battle!

~Dream. Imagine. Believe. Do. CONQUER!

Which Novel Will I Publish First? You Decide: #BattleoftheBooks #IndiePublishing #Author

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The countdown is on! Only 6 days until the Battle of the Books begins, where you, my readers, get to decide which of these two books will be the first to be Indie Published.

If you haven’t already, follow my Author Page at www.candicecoates.wordpress.com and catch the teaser chapters for each book Warden and Nexus Gate 4037: The Animal. You can read the book flap descriptions of each book by clicking HERE!

Polls for reading the teaser chapters and voting will open at 12 am, MONDAY, FEBRUARY 20th, and will close at 11:59 pm EST SATURDAY, MARCH 25th.

HERE’S ANOTHER WAY YOU CAN HELP: 

  • Would you like to be a host for my promotion tour on your blog from FEBRUARY 26th thru MARCH 24th? Contact me at: candicecoateswrites@gmail.com

Be sure to check back in later this week here or at www.candicecoates.wordpress.come for teaser sections, tantalizing tidbits to wet your appetite for the chapters to come.

Spread the word with others. See you at the battle!

~Dream. Image. Believe. Do. CONQUER!

Weaver’s Threads: A Short Story

This was originally published March 12th, 2014

“Don’t press too hard or you’ll break them.  Remember, Illa, the threads are fragile. You must,”

“Handle them with care.” Illa finished the rebuke as it slid like honey from her mentor’s lips.

Vero gently pinched the young girl’s cheeks and winked at her. “If you know this, Illa than why must I always remind you?” She sighed, her query more rhetorical than anything. She sighed because she knew Illa would answer her anyway.

Illa’s head rolled on her shoulder’s. Her expression full of drama and dissatisfaction. “I don’t want to do this,” she said. “I am not meant to be a weaver.”

Vero did not respond. Instead, she kept her back to Illa and continued pulling the threads of her own work. Illa spoke on. “I should be out there, doing something else, something more meaningful. This is useless.” She plucked one of the threads with her finger. The taught line made a twanging sound that caused Vero’s shoulders to kiss her ears.

As if gliding on air, Vero was back at Illa’s side, her hands spread as if trying to calm the workings of Illa’s weaving. When the resonating finally died down completely, she took Illa’s hands in hers and squeezed with a terrible force. Her obsidian eyes suddenly seemed darker than usual.

“Never do that again! Am I understood?”  Illa nodded, her mouth suddenly agape. She had never seen Vero so wroth.

Vero turned her loose and sighed again, this time from absolute exhaustion.  Illa had been her apprentice for months now and still, she failed to understand.  Fate was not a web easily woven. Paths of life were dictated long before birth, and Illa toyed with them as if they were nothing more than threads from a seamstress’ spool.

No, what they were weaving was far more important than perishable silks. Illa was called to weave threads of life, she was the only one chosen in her generation. Why didn’t she understand how important it was, how important she was. If she got one thread wrong if she muddled the pattern even a little…

Vero’s head began to pound. Her eyes danced around her weaver’s room, gently skirting around the crystalline threads of lives she had woven. She had taken such great care with each and when she was finished the breath and essence of each web was blown upon the child who would live out that path with words of blessing and purpose. The sureness of her fingers meant fortune or misfortune for each person who received from her calling.

Illa was to take her place but Illa did not understand.

“I am sorry,” Illa’s voice, shaken and low, pulled Vero from the depths of her thoughts.

Vero made herself to look upon the young girl with tenderness in her eyes. She couldn’t allow her to see neither anger or fear. Both would derail what little balance for the task that Illa possessed. She said, “Be sorry not for me. May fate has already been blessed upon me and here I stand. But you,  be sorry for those whose fates rest in your hands if you dare to toy with them as if they are guitar strings and not matters of life and death.” Vero turned away from her and sat down at her loom again.

Illa turned back toward the web. Her brow had drawn together and it was as if Vero could sense it for when Illa went to strum the threads again as if they were chords, Vero’s voice rang about her once more. “And lest I forget to tell you, the very web you toy with today is your very own. It is with that that you shall be blessed.”

Illa stayed back her hand for only a moment before responding. “You have said this before as well, Vero, and none of the webs have been mine before. They have all gone to chattel, dogs and the like.” Her voice was laden with bitterness.

Vero continued to weave. “We never know which web is actually ours, Illa, until the time for blessing comes. For that reason, you must respect each web and treat it as if it were your very own, for the tangles you weave today may very well be the snares that catch you tomorrow.”

She said nothing more. Illa stared at her once more before turning around and this time touching the threads with the care she needed to.

She finally understood.

THE END

~Dream. Imagine. Believe. Do. CONQUER!

Third’s a Charm, Right?: Revisiting Ascension Graveyard & Blog Theme Change #Writer #Novel #Revisions

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Third’s a charm, right? Right! I suppose that is true if this is indeed the third time that I have sat down to write AND finish my blog novel, ASCENSION GRAVEYARD.

Part of me, however, feels like this is the FOURTH time and that I left my third attempt somewhere to die a slow death in 2016…these things happen, I’m cool with that.

I suppose that I would have wallowed in frustration over each unfinished reboot if it weren’t for the fact that other creative happenings weren’t successfully occupying my time. It’s not at all that I have been just trying to fill failed space with projects that would massage my ego, but truly I’ve been working on building up my dreams.

To everything there is a time and a season…” ~Ecclesiastes 3:1

As I announced earlier this year, I have officially launched my Author Site, and I am gearing up to do a ‘Battle of the Books’ Monday, February 20th, 2017. The battle is a match between the first two novels that I completed during my summer sessions of NaNoWriMo. More information about that will be coming soon.

Ascension Graveyard is my third attempt at summer NaNo and has been like a very needy child for going on four years! As I’ve said before, I encourage myself about the time it is taking to complete this novel with the knowledge that it took Stephen King forty years or so to properly write Under the Dome. He began in the early 70’s and didn’t have her on the bookshelves until 2009.

Some aspiring writers may cringe at that length of time but here are two encouraging things I want you to take away from this:

  1. Anything worth having is worth the work and wait: Our lives and experiences influence the work that we produce. Stephen King started with an idea, but time and influence gave greater life and vision to the work…which also led to a T.V series…which leads to take away number 2.
  2. To everything there is a time and a season (Ecclesiastes 3:1): Some ideas are born in the moments of today but will only be ready for life years from now. The time in between is all about the preparation. Like a fine wine or cheese or a really great stew, long hours, or in the case of some pieces of fiction, long years are what’s required. (I wrote a faith post about waiting. You can find it here.)

Ascension Graveyard has taken me a long while and many moments of frustration, but I feel like the time to really get from the starting line to the end is upon us. I know that I must ‘kill many of my darlings’ during this third or fourth attempt but I am ready.

As a reminder, chapters will begin going up again starting in March 2017.

This leads me to my change in blog theme. Really, I find changing or finding the ‘right’ theme to be much like mall shopping for clothing. It is exhausting, somewhat disappointing, often times hit-or-miss, but when you need new clothes you just have the bite the bullet and step into the fitting room.

I’ve changed my theme after a year because, for one, I felt like I needed the change AND because of the simple function of having my PAGES visible in the body of the text and NOT somewhere floating around after the adds, share buttons, likes, etc.

This theme has the next pages of my post right there after the final period on the previous page. Easy-peasy. I want this process to not only be a fun and easy adventure for myself but a more user-friendly experience for my readers.

As I’ve said before, my writing can only improve with your constructive criticism. So, read along with me, turn those lovely pages, and leave your thoughts in the comment section below.

Also, don’t forget to stay tuned for the Battle of the Books! Your votes will determine which novel will be published and promoted first! You can stay connected and on top of updates by following my Author Site.

Thanks for tuning in!

~Dream. Imagine. Believe. Do. CONQUER!

What are you up to Today?: Why not attend a Party!

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WHAT: The Official Author page of your’s truly, goes live TODAY! Stop by, browse around, find out what’s happening in my indie publishing world, bring your favorite quote, and sign my guestbook blog post!

WHEN: Today and every day!

WHERE: http://www.candicecoates.wordpress.com

WHAT ELSE: Take a read of the full First 3 Chapters of my 365-WIP also read the BOOK FLAP teasers to the novels competing to be published first in 2017.

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Be sure to spread the love by spreading the word! Follow my Author page and get connected. You will be in the know for all things that I’ve got planned for my literary future.

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~Dream. Imagine. Believe. Do. CONQUER!

Write Your Novel in 365 Days: My Results for Day 1

Hello, friends! I thought I would give you a bit of inspiration by sharing my results from day 1 of this creative writing challenge. We only have 364 days left to go!

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A few things that I am doing as far as story structure goes:

  • I have collected 12 additional random words to create 12 parts to the story
  • First random word of the 12 is ‘Duck’ with ‘Major’ being the first word of the challenge for 365 days
  • The 12 sections are acting as journal entries written in first-person by the main character
  • I am using 7 days of writing to compile one complete chapter for a total of 52 chapters all total, with the final word for day 365 being used as an Epilogue since it starts a new week
  •  I am pretty certain my story is Science Fiction and Fantasy

Also, I don’t intend on sharing my results for every entry. But I may share pieces here and there.

To see the challenge rules and find out how you can get involved, click HERE.

Now without further ado here is the start of my story.

52 Weeks by Candice Coates

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Week 1: Sitting Duck

This is a major problem. Closing my eyes, seeing darkness. Opening my eyes, seeing more darkness. The last thing that I remember was the ascent. I was traveling beyond warp speed. Blinding light filled the inside of my cabin with burning intensity. I felt the heat of it even on my teeth and tongue when my mouth was forced open from the terror.

            I can’t recall exactly what had terrified me; the speed, the light, or the shaking that rocked everything around and within me. For far too many moments, I was certain I was going to be torn apart. I would have been if not for the contradicting pressure that squeezed my insides until blood strained from my nostrils and into the gaps between my teeth.

            I do remember choking on my own saliva and iron. I remember a scream tearing upward from my lungs as if by force, Luther, my companion, being jettisoned from his water enclosure only to float dangerously upon the tides of zero gravity, water droplets floating around him, baiting him with the threat of death.

            I should have known better than to bring him with me. It was far too dangerous for me to go, the odds were worse for Luther, not to mention the waste of water. None of that matters now, the waste, the regret. Both of us are grounded in darkness. Where? I don’t know, but I feel as if we are little more than sitting ducks, lost in the darkness.

* That is it for day one. I am off to explore what is ahead for day two, with a goal of 200 words. I hope you are giving this challenge a shot and enjoying the creative journey.

~Dream. Imagine. Believe. Do. CONQUER!