Archive | June 2015

Dellani’s Alphabet Challenge Letter H – He Thought He Saw


ABC ChallengeA couple years ago, for the NaNoWriMo Challenge, I decided to branch out and try something new. Not only did I decide to do a contemporary fantasy novel, I decided to write it for young adults. For me, this was a double challenge. I’d never written this genre or for this age group before. I found that I liked it, so much so, I wrote a sequel in 2014. This is the opening of the book and, I hope, it appropriately sets the scene.

The full moon seemed to follow him as he walked down the road alone. Wind whispered in the trees and dried leaves clattered in its wake. An owl hooted. The hairs on the back of his neck stood at attention.

The wind became voices. The leaves, the dry rattle of old bones. The sighing grew louder and Brian was able to pick out words. At least…

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A Little White Lie – Part 17

Sci-Fi and Fantasy by Dellani

white lie coverWil and Ben get to the basement and find a safe room that has coded entry. Figuring it is probably a verbal command, they start trying words that might work.

Wil chuckled, he had to admit, twisted as it was, the idea was logical. A frown replaced the smile. “We’re no closer than we were then, we don’t know the password.”

“Something easy to remember. Something about the family, a pet, even the name of the city?”

“Gundesburg,” Wil spoke clearly and loudly. Nothing happened. The names of all the royal family did nothing either. Five minutes guessing and they were out of ideas.

“Damn Aurialonus anyway!” Wil grumbled. A click sounded and a hiss of escaping air. “No way!” He and Ben took defensive positions, waiting. The door eased open and inside they saw the crumpled form of the petty dictator.

“You suppose the shock of the explosion killed…

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Something New – Part 3

something new coverStill not used to fame, though he’s been on the show a year, Austin has moments of doubt—especially when he hears some of the women talking about him. One of them makes a comment about him being petty and vain, which leads him to question his behavior.

Dwight put his hands on Austin’s shoulders. He was a tall man, slender with light brown hair and twinkling blue eyes. “Sweetie, it’s not you. The network dweebs have no idea what sort of partner to give a time traveling guy like you. Some of them want to make it into an inter-galactic sex romp. Others, who have more taste, are striving to prevent that. Thus far, however, you’ve consumed more alien pussy than Captain Kirk.”

Austin chuckled. “How I wish I had the same luck as my character.”

“You do okay.”

“I do awful.” He leaned close, whispering. “Do you know how long it’s been since I—” He stopped, embarrassed.

“Rocked your trailer?”

Austin nodded, shoving his hands in his pockets. “That.”

“I’m gonna guess a month.”

“Worse. Five miserable weeks. How can you tell?”

“Because you’re not quite hurting yet, but you’re anxious. Believe me, Uncle Dwight knows and sees all.”

“Then maybe Uncle Dwight could find me a nice girl—but not too nice.”

“The new companion is super hot and seems all right. Maybe you’ll hit it off. Go introduce yourself.”

A goffer whistled, beckoning them to the door.

“Time to go.” Dwight fixed a strand of errant hair, straightened the bow tie and dusted Austin’s shoulders. “Go be magic.” He air kissed Austin’s cheeks.

Chuckling, Austin shuffled off. His character was called The Magician. He didn’t do magic, but his abilities seemed almost magical to the more primitive people, humans, he encountered.

“Grab your script,” the director called to him.

“Got it.” Austin tapped his temple.

The director, who was new, didn’t believe him, so he grabbed his script for a read through. The young lady opposite him was lovely. She had lush red lips, big brown eyes and walnut colored hair. She was also the one who had made the snide remark about him.

“Austin Templeton,” he said, extending his hand. “But I expect you know that.” He flashed his most charming smile.

“Liat Fogleberg,” she replied, giving him a wan smile. “But I don’t expect you’ve heard a thing about me.”

“No, but they don’t tell me anything and I don’t get introduced unless I do it myself. I did hear you’re slated for three episodes.”

“Unless you don’t like me.”

“I’m not the one who makes that decision.”

She frowned, lips pursed and brows furrowed. “You don’t? But—”

“Places!” the assistant director bellowed. “Run through for blocking.”

The next hour was spent on running through the scene. They took a short break before shooting a few takes. Austin wandered over to the food table. He hadn’t had any breakfast because he’d gotten up late. His stomach growled as he perused the table.

“Get you something special?” Naomi, the caterer’s assistant asked.

“You know what I like, love,” he replied, winking at the young woman.

“I do indeed!” She took out a platter of scones full of blueberries, and handed them to him. “Fresh out of the oven. Hold that a moment, I’ll get butter.” She got a plate and butter. Splitting several scones, she placed them on the plate and took the platter, handing him the plate.

“Oh, heaven! I wish I could take you home with me. I’m a miserable cook.”

She giggled. “Not sure that my husband, the caterer, would like that.”

“I know he wouldn’t and he’d poison my scones. Pity.” He thanked her and wandered over to personal his chair.

Dwight brought him more tea, snagged a scone and sat on a nearby stool. “You flirt with all the old and married women,” Dwight reprimanded sharply. “What’s wrong with you?”

“They’re easy, though.”

Dwight pulled a face.

“Not like that, you twat. I mean they aren’t difficult. I can sweet talk a woman when it doesn’t matter. Single ones, my age, I put them right off. That Lily person. . . .”


“Whatever. Does it matter? They’ll trot her out the door too, so what’s the point?” He took a bite of his scones, but they seemed to have lost a bit of their appeal.

“She’s pretty, though.”


“You get to kiss her in scene five.”

“Really? Early on for that. I don’t usually snog them until halfway through. How do you know? Wasn’t in my pages.”

© 2015 Dellani Oakes

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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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