No Time for Complaint: A Short Story #AmWriting #SciFi #Fiction

He stared down at his phone, relishing the reminder he had saved as his home-screen. Without it he would fall to shreds, he would never be able to stomach what he had to do.

“Stop complaining. Stop complaining,” he mumbled the words under his breath, wiping the sweat from his palms down the side of his jeans. He always got nervous on these assignments. He wasn’t cut out for this line of work.

“What’s that, sir?” The driver asked, his water gaze-liquid from his senior age-glanced back at him through the rear view mirror.

Harvey smiled, forcing the heavy corners of his mouth to stay upward. “Nothing. Just talking to myself.”

The driver nodded and returned his gaze to the road. “It will get worse when you get older, the talking to yourself. You tend to forget a whole lot more when you get to my age.” The man chuckled.

Harvey’s stomached roiled. “How old are you exactly?” He couldn’t resist the urge to ask. He envied people like him, those properly balanced upon the threads of time.

“Seventy-eight this December,” he smiled through the mirror again. “Me and the missus have been going strong for fifty-eight of those years.”

“Oh,” Harvey’s head was beginning to pound. He shouldn’t have asked.

“Yes indeed! Me and Gladys have ourselves five strapping sons, thirteen grand kids, and three great-grands.” More laughter. “There are blessings to old age.”

“I would agree,” Harvey sounded more bitter than he’d intended. At this rate, he’d never know what it was like to be old, really, old…properly dead. As far as his accounting, out side of his thirty-one apparent years, he was more accurately two-hundred and forty-six.

His phone buzzed in his hands. A text message, the same as his home-screen came across his phone. “Stop complaining…Do your job…You are on borrowed time. Mr. Lemon doesn’t abide panic-attacks.” Harvey’s fingers cramped they curled in so tightly. He couldn’t help but panic!

He was going to panic. He always did when he was done ruining someone else’s life.

The car stopped and as if he was breaking through the surface of water moments after the threat of drowning, Harvey pushed open the door and forced air into his lungs.

Three deep breaths, and he was in the necessary fog that he needed to not complain, not panic, not make a mistake as he tore one more poor soul from the threads of time, sentencing them to a fate similar to his own.

At least Mr. Lemon would be pleased.

THE…NOT SO END

*These are my results for Monday’s Muse Writing Prompt July 17th, 2017. If you find yourself confused, I apologize. This story is another thread woven into the world of  Mr. Lemon, Madelyn Haze, A Necessary Call, and so many others. If you stay tuned and follow my Author Site, you will get to find out a little more about Mr. Lemon and this world of his through my Debut Novel NEXUS GATE 4037: THE ANIMAL, Book 1 of THE MINISTRY OF TIME SAGA, Coming this FALL 2017/WINTER 2018! Stay connected and stay tuned!!!

~Dream. Imagine. Believe. Do. CONQUER!

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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!

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!

The Air Out There: Monday’s Muse Writing Prompt Results

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The room was a bit stuffy for his taste, it wasn’t just the furnishings but the air. Something in the air seemed thick and almost wet like humidity. Odd that, especially since it was the dead of winter.

Roland slid his finger in between his starched collar and throat, as if trying to create a trench to keep the sticky heat away from him. It was no use. He grimaced.

“Roland? Roland Arlenger is that you?” An older woman with silvering hair seemed to glide across the floor towards him, her hands stretched outward as if she were going to embrace him.

Roland cleared his throat and put on a smile, extending his hand and bowing over one of hers as he clasped it in his own. The woman stuttered in her steps, obviously confused by his gesture. Roland had not a care, he didn’t approve of hugging. It made his skin itch.

“Yes, ma’am, Roland Alrenger at your service.” He stood straight and flashed the woman another smile, she only looked up at him with confusion in her eyes.

An awkward silence spilled over them like the humidity in the room before it suddenly turned chill. Sighing, giving off the outward expression that she had resigned to some truth, the woman lead Roland to a chair on the back side of the room, stationed right behind the sofa. She put herself by the window.

Her expression was suddenly grim, mournful, the corners of her mouth drawn nearly as tight as her hands that clenched one another beneath her breast.

Roland unbuttoned his waistcoat and took a seat in the chair averting his eyes from her steely, accusing gaze.

What in the world had he done to her? She surely could not have been offended by his unwillingness to hug her. If she were he would have to explain. Of course he would do so as best he could. His recent aversion to touching, was just that, recent.

How long had it been? A month…two? Roland couldn’t remember all he knew was that suddenly at the touch of anyone around him, his skin would itch and burn as if caught in the biting teeth of the sun.

He said, “Ma’am,”

“Heidi,” She tossed out her name flatly. “My name is Heidi.”

“Yes, Heidi,” He felt very uncomfortable calling her by her first name, a woman of her age, silver hair…he paused, his eyes narrowing. By the window her hair looked less silver and more…brown almost russet.  He blinked deeply, the temperature of the room also felt odd, odder than the humidity that had once assaulted him.

“My name is Heidi, Roland. You know that.” She paused still staring at him. Was that compassion in her gaze. “Do you know why you are here? How you got here?”

His brow drew together, dampness collecting. He felt as if there was so much of it that he couldn’t even stand. He felt glued to his seat. If he were going to panic, if something in the room, in the air had poisoned him, it was best he not let on. At least not until he had a plan for escape. “I walked here,” He forced himself to say. “Why do you ask?”

“And why are you here?”

He swallowed down the cottony feeling in his throat. “For a job, I answered an add…” Dizziness flickered in his head. He jammed his elbows into the table top to keep himself for toppling over.

Heidi hardly moved. “What year is it Roland?”

He managed to bring his eyes to hers, fear binding his tongue. Why did he feel so weighted.

“Roland,” She stepped towards him now, this time the sound of her foot falls against the rug pounded in his ears. Her silver hair was now definitely russet. More pity carved her youthful face. “if I touch you, will it burn you? Answer, please.”

The best he could do was nod his head. It slipped down to the table. Heidi stopped in her tracks, pinching the bridge of her nose. “And the air, is it wet to you?”

“Yes,” He croaked. Why was he answering?!

“I fear the air has gotten you, but not the air in here,” She turned towards the window, “The air out there. I don’t know why it has done it, but you are not the first.”

“Wha-what?” He felt as if her were dying.

“Plucked you from time and spit you out in the future. You walked right into the future and yet you don’t remember your past…but then it hasn’t happened yet.”

THE END

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