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A Little White Lie – Part 13

Sci-Fi and Fantasy by Dellani

white lie coverOn planet, the mission begins in earnest. Wil’s no longer the tender lover he was back at the base. His professional mien has descended, separating him from his feelings. Penny sees it in his eyes.

Wil turned to the rest of the team, switching to professional mode. A last glance at Penny and Wil disappeared into the darkness.

Aurialonus wasn’t too smart setting up his security. The prisoners were easily accessible on the ground floor on the back side of the palace which was flanked by the royal gardens.

Their surveillance showed no more than ten armed guards near the prisoners and about that many more on the second floor where Aurialonus slept—most of whom were outside his door. They weren’t guarding the balcony, positioned on the roof or any of a dozen other places Wil would’ve put people.

However, bivouacked around the palace grounds were several hundred soldiers who…

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Snowed – Part 58

snowed cover image for blogMike spends another blissful night with Sarena, but gets a frightening phone call the next morning. His boss at the bus depot calls to ask where he is and what he’s done with the bus. Mike realizes that Miss Parker probably stole it. The truly frightening thing is that she is probably picking up his students with the intention of using them as hostages. Mike thinks he knows where she’s going. His boss calls the police while Mike gets dressed.

“Do it! I’ll find some transportation and try to follow her. Maybe I can figure out where she’s going.”

I hung up and grabbed my coat and boots. Cleo was happy to loan me her rental car. I hated to do it, and hoped she’d picked up the extra insurance, cause I had a feeling it was not coming back the same condition it was leaving in. Sarena wanted to come, but I flat refused.

“If she can, she’ll use you against me. I can go head to head with her, but only if I know you’re safe. Stay with Jesse and Cleo until your dad gets here. He’s taking you three to the motel. You’ll be safe there.”

“You be careful,” she said, fighting tears.

“I promise.” I kissed her with the same wild abandon I had the night before, but kept it short. “I have to go. I love you.”

“I love you too.” She burst into tears.

It nearly killed me to leave her, but I had to find Anisette Parker. I had a feeling I knew where she would go once the had the kids, and I wanted to get there first. I called the police and told them who I was and what I was doing. The dispatcher thought I was insane, but connected me with the woman who had handled my paintball incident the day before.

“And why do you think she’ll head to that park?”

I tried to explain about the field trip, but she didn’t understand.

“I’ll take your word for it. I’m calling for back up and heading there right now. Don’t you do a damn thing until we get there. You hear me?”

“I can’t let her threaten my kids,” I said.

“Mr. Reuben!” I hung up on her.

I sped up, nearly running a couple red lights, as I headed to the park. If a cop followed me, so be it. I didn’t care. I couldn’t let that crazy woman use those kids as hostages.

The bus was there, but the cops hadn’t arrived. I could see the kids sitting ramrod straight in their seats, staring ahead. They were clearly terrified. What was she doing? I couldn’t see her anywhere and wondered if she was on board. My question was answered before I even pulled to a stop. She stepped out of the woods in front of the car and I nearly hit her. I might have ended it all if I had just run her over, but I wanted to give her a chance.

The smile on her face filled me with dread. I stopped the car, but didn’t get out. Ani crawled on the hood of the car, eyes fixed on mine, a feral expression on her face. She was dressed in some of my clothing. She must have taken it when she was in my apartment. Not that it mattered, but I kind of liked that jacket she was wearing and had the fleeting wonder if there was any way to get it back. It’s amazing the shit that goes through your brain when you’re facing certain death, huh?

“Coming out—lover?” She lay with her chest pressed to the windshield, face inches from mine.

What was I gonna do, sit there and piss on myself? This seemed like a viable option, until she stood up, jumping on the hood of the car.

“Get out!” she bellowed. “Get—Out—Now!” She emphasized her words by jumping on the hood.

Her performance was made even more convincing when she pulled out a gun and aimed it at me. In her small hands, it looked like a pretty big gun. I could give a shit what caliber. At that distance, she wasn’t going to miss. I got out slowly, swallowing hard, hoping the cops were almost there. I prayed for the right words to say to calm her down.

“Ani,” I mumbled. “What’s wrong? Can’t we talk about this?”

“Oh, now you remember me? Now that I have your full attention, you remember? You bastard! You two timing, fornicating, dick weed! You didn’t even call me!”

She went on like that for awhile, getting more creative as she went. She waved the gun around, making me very nervous. Even though the safety was on, I was worried. One wrong move, we’ve got someone dead or bleeding. I didn’t want it to be me, but I was more concerned about that bus load of kids.

“Ani, we can talk about this. Honestly, I didn’t know it was you. I was drunk that night. And the stuff you gave me, it made me forget. . . . I wanted to call you, but you didn’t leave your number—or even your name. How can a guy call if you don’t do that, huh? I wanted to call—and say thank you. To tell you—how great it was. It was so great, Ani. . . . So great.”

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Snowed – Part 57

snowed cover image for blogSuddenly, the impact of everything hits home with Mike. He realizes that Sarena and his mother were right. He’d taken the wrong woman to bed and he feels as if it’s all his fault. Chester talks him down.

“Then taking the blame for this is rather silly, isn’t it?”

I nodded. “But we could have been over there.”

“But we weren’t. Bizarre as this sounds, Molly’s episode the other night probably saved all our lives. Had she been here, we would have been at your place and then things would have been horribly different. As it is, except for the obvious, everything is alright.”

I nodded, seeing he was right.

“You have renter’s insurance?”

“Yeah. One thing Ma taught me, be prepared. Or maybe that was the Boy Scouts?” I started to laugh.

Chester joined me, clasping me behind the head. “The ladies are worried,” he said quietly. “Perhaps we should join them?”

I nodded. He unfolded his legs, rising quickly. He helped me stand, pulling me up as if I weighed nothing. I finished washing my face and combed my hair with my fingers. I still looked rough, but at least I felt a little better.

Sarena and Ma vied for number one position by the door. Each wanted to be first, but neither wanted to shove the other out of the way. I opened my arms, embracing Ma on the right and Sarena on the left. I gave Ma a kiss on the cheek and Sarena a full throttle, no holds barred kiss right on the mouth.

“Sorry about that,” I murmured when I could speak again.

“Nothing to be sorry for,” she whispered. “I just want to get rid of all these people and go to bed.”

“Me too. I love you.”

“Me too.”

Between Chester and the police officer, the room got cleared out and Sarena and I went next door to Molly’s. Our parents went back to their motel, the neighbors went wherever they were going and Jesse and Cleo shut their door firmly against the rising cold.

Once Sarena and I were alone in Molly’s apartment, I took her in my arms, never wanting to let her go. I kissed her with a wild abandon I had never felt before for any woman in my life. Even Miss Parker, in her disguise as Mystery Date, hadn’t filled me with the passion that Sarena did just by saying my name. I knew I loved her. Even in such a short time, there was a spark, a connection. From the first moment I heard her voice on the phone, I was hooked. I’d fallen deeply in love to a point where I knew I would never climb back out again and I didn’t want to.

Our love making that night went beyond anything we’d done before. I don’t know how long we went, it felt like we never stopped. All I wanted was to be with her all night, holding her body next to mine. Eventually, we fell asleep in a tangle of mangled bedding and didn’t wake up until my cellphone rang. I had to dig it out of my pants pocket, by which time it had stopped.

“Work. Oh, shit!” I had, of course, forgotten to set my alarm.

Sarena tossed the coverlet over me as I sat naked on the floor, calling my boss. “Yeah, it’s Mike. I’m sorry I’m late. . . .”

“We got a situation here,” Bill said abruptly. “What the hell did you do with my bus?”

“Huh? I didn’t do anything to it. Why?”

“It’s gone, missing. What am I supposed to do with all your kids? You’re not here and your bus is gone. What am I supposed to think?”

“I’m home. I overslept. I had a big night.” I rushed to explain as I searched for my clothing. It smelled like wet smoke, but my ass was freezing.

Sarena found me clean underwear and a some jeans as I dug through my duffel for a shirt and sweater. I tried to dress and talk, but couldn’t. Eventually, I put Bill on speaker phone and talked that way.

“So, what about the bus?”

“I think Miss Parker stole it.” I tried to explain my rationale, but Bill interrupted me.

“Wait, wait. Slow down. You think that teacher stole the bus? What the hell for?”

I told him again, more slowly, but he didn’t want to believe me.

“This doesn’t make sense, Mike.”

“I never said it did. Do crazy people make sense, Bill? I mean, seriously.”

“I’m wondering why I’m not getting calls,” he said all of a sudden. “I should be swamped with calls about the bus not coming.”

“Oh, God,” I groaned. “I know where the bus is. I know where Miss Parker is! She’s driving my route, Bill. Oh, dear God, that crazy woman is driving my route!”

“Oh, my God. Holy Christ! I got the call the cops!”

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I Love Dialogue! from The Ninja Tattoo

I love dialogue doodle bannerTeague and Vivica meet under odd circumstances—he runs into her with the door at Dunkin’ Donuts. Needless to say, she’s not very happy until he buys her coffee and flirts unashamedly with her. Soon, they start dating and Teague finds out that her life is full of danger, mostly because her older brother is the head of a dangerous biker gang.

Teague was worried. The man sounded mean, hard. The tone of Vivica’s voice still bothered him. Lying in bed, he got a sudden case of the creeps. He made another circuit of the house, peeping out the edge of the drapes in the living room. With the room dark behind him, the moon reflecting off the water, he thought he saw a person lurking in the shadow of the dock. As he watched, a lighter flared, barely illuminating the figure. It was a man with a shaved head. Teague couldn’t see details from his room. He had the impression that the man was solidly built.

The idea of calling the police flickered through his mind, but he dismissed it. Instead, he got dressed in dark jeans and a black T-shirt. He got his survival knife, attaching it to his gun belt. Next, he got his Glock 22 out of the locked cabinet. He had a license to carry a concealed weapon. That went in a holster opposite the knife. As prepared as he could be, he put on his military boots and left the house by the side door that opened off the utility room. It was concealed by an arched trellis covered in bougainvillea and nearly invisible from the street. Chances were, if someone was watching the front, they were also at the back and the door facing the side street. He doubted they knew that this other side door existed. He’d lived in the house nearly a week before noticing it himself. Leaving it unlocked, he eased through the trellis, the thorns on the bougainvillea grabbing at his clothing and uncovered skin.

Ignoring the stinging wounds, he moved like a shadow through the overgrown side yard down to the street. He knew he’d be exposed crossing the street, but the nearest light was almost a block away. There were deep shadows from the thick water oaks that surrounded his house and the one next door.

Becoming part of the night, he took a circuitous route to the dock next to his, coming at the man from the right rear. His knife was out and across the unprotected throat before the other man knew he was there. Left hand held the knife, right clasped his neck in an unyielding hold.

“Who the fuck are you and why are you watching my house?” His voice a menacing whisper.

The man didn’t move, but Teague felt him tense. He was going to try to get away. The knife blade turned slightly, catching the glimmer of moonlight along the razor sharp edge. It was the only part of the knife that shone. The rest of the blade was a dark, matte finish. An assassin’s knife and Teague knew how to use it.

“Give me a reason,” Teague growled.cropped-the-ninja-tattoo-by-dellani-oakes-200.jpg

The man relaxed. “I’ve got friends,” he murmured.

“I’m sure you do. But you’ll be dead before they can take me out. Keep that firmly in mind. Now talk.”

“Doing what I’m told,” he grunted as Teague’s grip on his neck tightened. “I don’t know.”

He hyperventilated as Teague’s forearm put pressure on his windpipe.

“Swear ta God—I don’t—know!” He gasped as he collapsed on the ground. He wasn’t dead, just unconscious.

Teague went through his pockets looking for identification. He had a driver’s license on him. Teague couldn’t see it clearly in the half light, but caught part of the address. He wasn’t a local. Memorizing the face and as much of the name and address as he could, he put it back. He wondered where the other men were. Had they seen him? Doubtful, or he’d be surrounded.

He took his concealed route back across the street, making his way to his neighbor’s yard. He was up and over the high wooden fence in one smooth movement. Landing lightly on the soft turf behind his garage, he took another watcher by surprise. This one had the time to make a faint noise of alarm before Teague knocked him out.

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A Little White Lie – Part 12

Sci-Fi and Fantasy by Dellani

white lie coverThe team has been assembled. Now, it’s show time.

Aurialonus made demands again, gesticulating wildly, roaring in anger. Mediators tried to clarify his stipulations, but no one could figure out what he wanted. Time was running out.

The team was as ready as it could be, given the fact their monkey, Emory, had yet to join them. Penny was briefed on his part and had put in long hours with simulation climbs, but nothing compared to the real thing.

“What if he doesn’t show?” Ben asked Wil worriedly.

“Then we use Penny. Won’t have any choice.”

A commotion in the adjoining room erupted suddenly and Wil heard Ray’s distinctive bellow. Rushing through the doorway, Ben and Wil saw the men surrounding another man he didn’t know.

The man was just over five feet tall, slightly built and wiry. His dark hair was close cropped and his bright blue eyes were…

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Snowed – Part 56

snowed cover image for blogWhile they are chatting, Jaqwan tells them the identity of Mystery Date, none other than the young teacher, Anisette Parker. Mike, who had only ever seen her in the long dresses with her hair pulled back, hadn’t recognized her.

“She’s some sort of religious freak,” Cynthia said. “She borrowed that dress from my sister and Maddie did her makeup. She had no idea Ani was gong to go so crazy on you. If she’d known, she never would have done it. She really liked you, Mike.”

“I’m sorry,” I said, wanting to hide myself in a cold, dark place. “I didn’t know she liked me.”

“Maddie’s not the type to strut it,” David said. “But she kind of hoped you’d notice her at the party. She thought she was doing pretty well until Ani got involved.”

“She was,” I admitted. “I could’ve taken her home instead.”

“Why didn’t you?” Cynthia wasn’t mad, just curious.

“I don’t know. Something happened and all of a sudden, she wasn’t there. I was pretty drunk. I can’t believe I lost control of myself like that though. That’s totally unlike me. Even drunk. . . .”

“I think ‘at bitch drugged you, man,” Tim said. “I was watching you and all of a sudden you started acting all hot and horny like you were going to do her right there on Molly’s couch. You had your hands all over both of them. They helped you get your gifts home and you stayed with the brunette. Maddie come back screaming how she was gonna kill her and went home to throw her shit out in the snow.”

“We convinced her to pack it,” David explained. “But the lease is in Maddie’s name, so she was in her rights to toss Ani out.”

“Looks like I have an apology to make,” I said quietly.

Sarena took my hand, holding it close to her cheek. The police arrived shortly after that and I had to tell my sordid tale all over again so the officer could get it down. Jaqwan and the others identified Anisette Parker as the woman I’d taken home that night. I could feel my mother’s eyes on me and I felt dirty. I wanted to bathe for a week to get the stench of embarrassment off my body.

“Do any of you know where she’s staying?” The officer asked.

No one had a clue. All we could give him was the name of the school she worked at.

“And the hospital,” I said. “She had some women she carpooled with. One of them might know.”

“Do you know their names?”

“No, but they may know at the hospital. She works evenings on weekends.”

“I’ll get right on it. Thanks, Mr. Reuben. Sorry about your loss, sir.”

“Just find the crazy bitch before she does something else,” I said.

I could hardly swallow. I wanted to throw up all of a sudden. Six people could have died, and it was all my fault. Because I couldn’t control myself, took the wrong woman to bed, all this had happened. I gagged. Running to the bathroom, I slammed the door almost in Sarena’s face. I dry heaved over the toilet for several minutes, wishing I could puke. I’d feel better if I could.

There was pounding on the door. Several people spoke at once, but finally one voice drowned them all out. It was a calm voice, gentle, deep.

“Mike.” It was Chester. He never called me Mike. “Let me in, son. Let’s talk about this.”

I reached up, turning the lock. He came in, blocking the doorway when others tried to follow him. Holding up his hand, he pushed them back without touching them.

“It’s okay,” I heard him say softly. “I’ve got it. It’s okay.” He sat down on the floor next to me, legs crossed. “This is not your fault,” he said quietly.

“If I hadn’t. . . .”

He held up his hand, putting a halt to my babbling. He closed the toilet and damped a washcloth at the sink. Sitting next to me on the floor, he mopped my face.

“The girl is obviously unbalanced, obsessed. You aren’t responsible for her reaction. Did you do anything at all to encourage that girl?”

“You mean other than fuck her repeatedly?”

“I meant before that.” He reddened somewhat and I realized my language had offended him.

“No, sir.”

He nodded as if that was the answer he was after. “I didn’t think so. Did you ever give her any indication, before that night, that you wanted to be with her in a sexual way?”

“Honestly, Chester, I barely knew the girl existed. I mean, except in the general sense. She never looked like that. She’s mousy with long skirts and collars up to here,” I put my hand under my chin. “We’ve spoken on field trips, chatted about the kids. . . . But nothing ever to indicate that I wanted her. I try to be very professional on the job. I don’t use it as my own personal dating service. It’s just a goddamn school bus!”

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