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Oscar Friedman’s Freakish Occurence

Oscar Friedman’s Freakish Occurrence

This story was partly inspired by a trip to Tampa (on the west coast) from where I live on the east coast of Florida. It was rather an hellacious trip and one I will never make again. The GPS took me all over creation, down the wrong roads, back tracking on myself through the less savory parts of town, and took me places I hope never to go again. Each time I made a turn that I knew was right, it got snarky with me.

This was also inspired by a trip I made to North Carolina for a book signing. My good buddy, Norm Brown, and I shared some of Oscar’s frustration with the GPS as well.

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Something New – Part 2

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Austin Templeton is an actor who looks enough like Matt Smith to make American Doctor Who fans fall in love with him. A cable network decides to do its own Doctor Who-ish show, called The Magician, and they hire Austin as the lead. He’s just gotten to work and is already in trouble with the hairdresser for washing his hair with bar soap.

“Is today’s episode one of yours?” Bunny asked.

“Starts next three. Paul wrote this one and we worked together on a couple more. Should be fun. And Dwight also had a hand in the mix. We make a good team, I think. Taking the character somewhere beyond the bedroom. Amazing he has a chance to save the world, all the sex he’s having.”

“Oh, good. You have a cute tush, hon, but I’m so tired of seeing man-ass. . . .” She started laughing as she rinsed his hair. “Not something I ever thought I’d hear myself say.”

“Trust me, I’m a bit tired of baring it. Do you know how many squats I have to do to keep this fit?” He laughed as she swatted his chest.

“You boys and your buff bodies. Not that I mind. But it makes me wish I were younger or you guys were older.”

“Not a cougar, eh?”



She raised an eyebrow as she rinsed his hair. She toweled his hair dry and combed it through. “Follow me.”

Ten minutes later, his hair was styled and sprayed in a bizarre fashion that the viewers seemed to like. Austin felt like an anime character, but he didn’t complain. He thanked her and went back to the makeup chair.

Rochelle took him next, doing his makeup quickly. He sat quietly, waiting for her to finish. When she decided he was presentable, he thanked her, made a silly super model face in the mirror and wandered over to the set. Passing the young women again, he couldn’t help overhearing their conversation.

“You can tell he’s full of himself,” a sultry brunette said as she dabbed on lipgloss. “Oh la, look at me, I’m handsome, outrageously famous and I’ve got great hair.” Her accent placed her somewhere near his home in London.

Pretending he hadn’t heard her, Austin walked away. Her words stung. He wasn’t conceited or shallow. He supposed he was good looking, though he thought his eyes were too close together and his jaw a little too—bony. He had a high, pronounced forehead and ears that tended to stick out. The way they styled his hair, it fell in his face and annoyed him. It was thick and wildly uncooperative. Bunny had a full time job keeping him tidy.

His assistant, Dwight, was waiting for him, standing by his chair with a cup of tea and the day’s pages. Austin flipped through it, reading it quickly. He rolled it into a tube and looked through it like a telescope.

“Okay, then?” Dwight asked, watching him carefully.


“You neither look nor sound fine,” Dwight replied. “Spill.”

“Am I a snob?”

“No. Why?”

“Something I overheard.” He waved it away. “Petty? Shallow?”

Dwight frowned, leaning close. “Not words I’d use to describe you at all. Me, on the other hand, all three. But then, I’m a bold queen.” He winked, trying to lighten the mood. “They don’t need you for this scene. Come.” He held out his hand, dragging Austin away from the set. “We’re going walkies,” he called to the assistant director.

“Be back in thirty,” she called.

“Yes, ma’am,” Dwight replied as he dragged Austin outside. “Speak,” he demanded as they walked.

Austin told him what he’d overheard, but not who said it. He didn’t want to get anyone in trouble, especially if she was his new companion. He’d set her straight, provided she lasted. For the moment, her impression of him hurt his feelings. Then again, everything was likely to do so. He was still recovering from a very bad breakup.

“Women don’t get it, do they? I mean, we try like hell to please them and nothing makes them happy. What am I supposed to do? Do they want me to jump through hoops or something?” he said, forgetting his audience.

“The problem is, you’re meeting women in the wrong places. You go to a club, you’ll meet club girls. You need a more quality woman. Someone who shares the same interests.”

“I’m not dating someone I work with.”

“Why not? In case you haven’t noticed, there are some very hot women around here. And for a gay man to say that, they must be. Some of them are fairly nice.”

“Yes, but they don’t last, do they? And some of them blame me for getting fired. Am I hard to work with? Am I the world’s biggest wanker?”

© 2015 Dellani Oakes


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Dellani’s Alphabet Challenge Letter G – Goin’ Down


ABC ChallengeA few years ago, I participated in the Iron Writer’s Challenge. For those of you not familiar with it, five authors have five days to write a short piece using four random elements. The elements for our challenge were Atlantis, Flying Electric Bike, Dopplegangers and a random black and white TV show. This is what I wrote.

Wil sat on his flying electric bike, staring at the sapphire depths of the ocean. Somewhere, beneath the surface, lay their objective. Revving his engine, he prepared for the drop into the icy waters of the abyssal plain.

The rest of the platoon hovered around him, dressed in deep sea gear, multiple dopplegangers, waiting for the signal to jettison into oblivion.

It was strange to be on Old Earth. Stranger still was the Galactic Marine Corps’ interest in the place. Virtually abandoned 200 years ago, Earth had been reclaimed by nature…

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A Little White Lie – Part 16

Sci-Fi and Fantasy by Dellani

white lie coverThey successfully get into the castle grounds, but a few difficulties arise, not the least of which is a soldier who wants to fight Wil in single combat. Never one to avoid an opportunity to show off, he agrees.

Wil dodged the swinging knife, ducking under the other man’s guard. A sharp blow to the ribs sent his opponent reeling a few steps. Wil heard three ribs shatter. Breath coming in gasps, the guard prepared more carefully. His next attack was better planned as he took a running leap, his booted foot aiming for Wil’s mid-section. Breaking stride, he dropped onto the lead foot, weaving an intricate pattern with the other; a powerful arc caught Wil behind the knee.

A lesser man would have been howling, his knee dislocated. Wil dropped and rolled sideways, using the momentum of the kick to propel him away from his attacker. Landing on both…

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Bad Fall Links

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Bad Fall is a Romantic Suspense by Dellani Oakes set in small town Ohio. Frank Atherton is ex-military. After several tours of duty, he has finally come home and hopes to leave a quiet, if boring life. It seems to be working for him, until Ralph Penwarren shows up. Then, Frank’s life becomes total chaos. The only bright spot in all the darkness is the new psychologist on the staff, Marka Ventimiglia. She and Frank find out that they are irrevocably hooked on one another. Even so, Frank’s in for a Bad Fall.

Something New – Part 1

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Austin Templeton is an actor who looks enough like Matt Smith to make American Doctor Who fans fall in love with him. A cable network decides to do its own Doctor Who-ish show, called The Magician, and they hire Austin as the lead.


“In here!” A clipped English accent replied.

A portly man in his mid-fifties climbed the steps of the tricked out RV. He looked around expectantly.

“In where?” His west Texas drawl elongated the words.

A young man with dark, unruly hair and dancing green eyes stepped out of the bathroom, a towel around his waist. He was still slightly damp and his skin was pink from the hot water.

“Hallo, Paul.”

“You’re due in makeup.”

“Oh? I thought I had a few more minutes. Got a late start. Alarm didn’t go off. If Dwight hadn’t knocked on the door, I’d probably still be asleep, so I didn’t have time to shower. Give me a moment to dress.” He headed to the bedroom.

“You’re cool. Plenty of time. Got some new blood comin’ in today.”

“Oh?” He popped his head out, shirt in hand, pants zipped, belt open. “Who?”

“New companion. Trying her out, see how she flies. If they like her, they might keep her on. She’s signed on for three episodes.”

“Oh, sweet.” He pulled his shirt over his head, causing havoc and disarray to his already frazzled mop of dark hair.

They walked together to the hair and makeup area. Near the extras makeup area, they passed a gaggle of young women. Some Austin recognized, others he didn’t. He wondered who the new companion was. He’d been through several. He didn’t understand what the problem was with them. He wasn’t difficult to work with. He suspected it wasn’t a fault with him but with the network. They seemed to have a specific type in mind. Or, possibly, they were relying on audience feedback, in which case, they might not ever come up with a permanent partner for him. With network sweeps looming on the horizon, he hoped they would settle on someone soon.

Americans, he thought disgustedly. Not that he wasn’t happy with his job. It was a lot of fun and he was being paid an obscene amount of money to star in a Doctor Who-ish program. They had chosen him because he was close, but not quite, Matt Smith. Their target demographic seemed to prefer him to some of the other incarnations. Already in their second season, the show was doing well. If only they could decide upon a companion.

“Oh, he’s even cuter in person,” one of the girls whispered to her friends.

A titter of laughter followed and their eyes lingered on him. Shy and somewhat introverted, Austin fidgeted under their combined stares. Even now, a famous actor, he had trouble talking to women who weren’t acting opposite him. He wished he were as glib and well spoken as his character. He oozed confidence and always had a hot woman on his arm. Unlike the Doctor, Austin’s character had regular flings.

“Hallo, Austin,” the makeup woman said, in a fair imitation of his accent.

“Hallo, Rochelle. Did I shave all right today?” He smoothed his hand over his face.

She rubbed his cheek. “Lovely. Told you that new gel would work nicely, didn’t I? Feels good, doesn’t it?”

“It’s like sex on my skin,” he drawled with a saucy wink.

He could flirt unashamedly with Rochelle. She was 15 years older than he and married.

“What have you done to your hair?” She held up the strands, frowning. “What happened to the shampoo and conditioner you and Bunny talked about?”

“Sorry, love. It’s too perfumey. Makes me sneeze.”

“So you washed with?”

“Bar soap.” He flinched, knowing she was going to fuss.

“Austin Reginald Templeton! What am I going to do with you?”

“Smack me about, shave me bald and put me in a wig?”

“Don’t tempt me. Bunny!”

“Yes?” A tall, blonde goddess of a woman, also at least 15 years older, came around the corner. “Oh, dear God! What’s he done?” She pulled at his hair. “This won’t do. You. Come.” She crooked her finger at him.

“I’m sorry. It’s smelly. All that girlie stuff.”

She started water running in a deep sink and shoved him into a sloping chair.

“Hush. Sit. They’re starting with the girls today, so that gives us a little wiggle room.”

“Ouch, that’s hot!”

“Quit being such a baby.” She adjusted the temperature and added shampoo.

“Not being a baby,” he said, rather petulantly. “The smell really does bother me.”

“I’m using unscented.” She held her hand in front of his nose. “Better?”

“Much. Thank you.”

© 2015 Dellani Oakes


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This Month’s Shows June 2015

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A message from my author pal, Rami Ungar, reminded me that I don’t use this forum to announce my Blog Talk Radio shows and I should. (Thank you, Rami for asking!) Not everyone who follows me here, follows me on Twitter or Facebook, so I am really being foolish not making announcements here as well. That being said, I should probably tell you a little about my shows.

I began doing Blog Talk broadcasts in June of 2009 on the Red River Radio Network. I didn’t do very well, but over the years, I’ve gotten better. I also have a fantastic assistant/ co-host, Christina Giguere, who keeps me on track and on the air. She sits there quietly, unless I make her speak, and handles all the details that keep the show running smoothly. She’s also and author who writes under the name Rachel Rueben. Check out her blog here.

Every month, Christina and I do two shows. The first is Dellani’s Tea Time which is every second Monday of the month at 4:00 PM Eastern time. The other show is What’s Write for Me every fourth Wednesday at 4:00 PM Eastern time. I used to reserve Dellani’s Tea Time for children’s authors, and What’s Write for Me was focused on those who write for adults. About a year ago, I changed it up and now host all types of authors on both shows.

This month’s Dellani’s Tea Time is Monday, June 8 at 4:00 PM EDT (3PM CDT, 2 MDT, 1PDT). This Monday, my guests are Jessica Rising, Debra Ann Fisk and Michael Tabman. Here is the link. If you can’t listen live, this link will take you to the podcast.

What’s Write for Me is Wednesday, June 24 at 4:00 PM EDT (3PM CDT, 2 MDT, 1PDT) and will feature Stephanie Osborn, T.L. Jones and Al Jendrasik

Introducing Something New!

Normally, I ask my friends and fans for input for my next shared book, but I felt so compelled to share Something New, I’ve simply decided to do it.

something new coverSomething New is a novel I wrote from June 25 to June 29, 2014. I got the idea and off it went. I love when stories arrive like that, all in a whirl. I dove in and let the tale embrace me. This one was especially fun and I hope I did the story justice.

Austin Templeton is a young British actor who looks enough like Matt Smith to engage the American Doctor Who fans. He’s been hired for a sci-fi adventure called The Magician. A quiet man, he is finding fame challenging. I absolutely fell in love with this character, and his female counterpart, which is one reason I think it was so easy to write. There is something so genuine and endearing about Austin. I also like his leading lady. She’s a lovely girl, who doesn’t seem all that impressed with Austin when they first meet. Fortunately, he wins her heart, as I hope he will win yours.

The story is set in a fictitious city of my own invention. I’ve never given it a name, but it’s somewhere Up North, though not in the Northeast. I have used this location in more than one of my novels and will probably never give it a proper name, though it’s become very real to me. I hope you enjoy Something New.

© 2015 Dellani Oakes


Something New begins Wednesday June 10.

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Dellani’s Alphabet Challenge Letter F – Finally Finished That Novel!


ABC ChallengeSo, you’ve finished that four hundred and sixty page novel. You sit proudly and pat the cover page tenderly, smoothing the white surface when much to your horror, you see a mistake! Cold sweat breaks out on your brow, fingers tremble, mouth suddenly goes dry. As your eye wanders down the page, more and more errors jump out at you! Fear grips your heart as you stumble from the desk, desperate for a calming cool drink. It’s a nightmare, but you can’t wake up. It’s real. Your brainchild, the fruit of your creative efforts, is flawed and it’s up to you to fix it.

This is a scenario each of us faces. Sometimes it’s as minor as a misplaced comma or a dangling modifier. Other times an entire scene, or even half the novel is so bad it has to be scraped and retooled. I started an historical novel about…

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