Friday, July 31, 2015

Lost in Pages {2}

Chapter 2, Fiery

Unusual Heroes are sometimes the unexpected mixed with the expected. The Greatest team of all is misfits of the vast differences of character. ~ Destarti McQueen

Rain splashed on the glass only to be swatted away by the windshield whippers, which seemed to be going to the beat of the rock music being played in the vehicle.
London Kidd tapped her Land Rover’s steering wheel as drove through the windy back road. Wet trees surrounded her on either side. Alone in her car she could think or not if she choose.
It felt good to get away from work.
The last few weeks had been tough. There had been lots of paperwork and reports to turn in. People didn’t realize how work places really did deal in paper and ink. The thought that someone made paper for a living was as crazy as thinking people went to college to file paper for money.
Now London could let go and not feel like a sponge. Soaking life in had been a little too much for three weeks. Life and people could get to the point of no return in her book.
The drums and electric guitars blared through her rover. Some people just didn’t get that it unwound nerves like hers.
However she wasn’t going to exactly get much rest on her trip. She was going to a school reunion, a reunion that she wasn’t thrilled to be attending. 
Pressing her lips together, London stopped tapping to the music. Flashes came back to her mind.
Head bashed into a locker.
Depth, gasping for breath.
Face slapped.
Blood dripped onto the cold cement floor.

She reached down and rolled down the window. The smell of rain wafted in. The sound was calming as was the spray from the drops onto her face. Clutching the wheel, she tried to push the memories out of her head.
Dark memories were back and she wasn’t sure if she wanted to relive them, again. There were just too many of them. When she had accepted the invitation, she didn’t get why she had. Nothing was back there for her, there never had been.
She looked up into the mirror. Nervous black eye liner brown eyes looked back at her. Going in blind was never her first call in anything.
Her cell rang ‘the godfather’ theme music. Sighing she clicked the answer button on her cd player. “Hey, there Marko.” Her partner, the Italian mobster want-to-be. “How’s the trip been so far?”
“Sure it has been,” Sarcasm dripped in his heavy accented voice. “I bet you haven’t been playing any of your rock music or let’s not forget the rap.”
London smiled. He had started to figure her out after four years of working together. “I didn’t say I wasn’t listening to music. What got you to give me a call at this time?”
“Well, I did want to check on you.”
“Marko, spill it.”
“Okay it is also work related.”
She knew it. “Yeah, so tell me.”
Marko’s chuckle floated through her rover, making it a little lighter. “I knew you would want to know.”
London never felt too lonely with her friend. He was good at taking down her defenses and easing the tension. That day they first met was a pip and she never would forget it not like she really forgot anything. They had been thrown together because people judged things about them without trying them first. Now everyone wanted to be a part of their work.
“I’m waiting, Marko?”
“Oh, right. I know your heading to your school reunion and all, but something came up that may have to do with it.” He paused and breathed.
“Go on.”
“Well, the local feds just found three bodies. Looking into their histories and all, they found that they went to the same school as you.” Weird there was no one who was from her town let alone her school.  “Now I couldn’t remember what class you were from, so I don’t know if you would know them. High schools are so big.”
“What class year?”
Chills ran down her back. London glanced at the radio Bluetooth. No way, this can’t be. Moments passed.
“I take it that was your class?”
“Yeah, yeah it was.” She found her voice again. “What were the names of the victims?”
“There was a Devon Vance, Trent Avery, and Sarah Beth Longmont.”
All three were daunting names from her past. All of which she had been dreading to face back at school, but now all three were dead.
“Kidd? Are you still there?”
“Yeah, I’m here.”
“Are you okay?”
“Mm…what? Oh, yeah.” She cleared her throat. “Do you know what happened?”
“As far as we can tell, they were murdered.”
“Murdered!?” Her brow tightened. “How and when.”
“The when was over two day period. Devon was killed first by what the coroner told us. Then the next night was Trent and Sarah Beth.”
Her agent juiced started coursing. “They were night killings?”
“The times of their deaths point to it.”
“That’s interesting.” Her mind was spinning to the past glued to the present events.
“The how is rather complicated.”
“Oh, how complicated can it be?”
“Enough to say the pictures are rather graphic and the reality even worse. I would say an angry and insane man was working on this.”
A tone in his voice gave off what he was trying to say. “So are you sending or bringing me the files, Marko?”
There was silence for a minute or so. “Which would you prefer to hear?”
She moistened her lips. “When are you getting to town?”
“I should be there the day after tomorrow,” he replied. London clearly heard the smile in his voice. “Check your email as soon as you can. Try to find me a place to stay while you’re there. Later, Kidd.”
Ending the call, London released the music to play again. So much for escaping work, yet here it was. It always managed to find her no matter the time or place. In a way she was relieved to have something to do. The distraction was welcoming especially with the reunion in her home town and all that was going to come with being back.

She turned down another side road.

Thursday, July 16, 2015

Lost in Pages {Read ME}

Welcome to a clip of a book in work.
                                                      Chapter 1, Dark Maneuvering           

What is there to fear, but fear itself? Fear usually manifests itself in the reminders of the past that can become our very present. ~ Destarti McQueen

Devon dashed through the empty office building. His heart rapidly pumped in his chest and his pulse raced. Sweat dropped down into his eyes. He looked over his shoulder.
Someone had to be there. He had heard something.
After all that had been going on, he had a right to be jittery.
There had to be someone in here. He could feel it that was why he had taken off running. Something was after him.
There was nothing quite as frightening as an empty building with a ghost. Rows after row of empty cubicles, but there was no place to hide. The only real light came from the windows facing the skyline that lit the area.
He ran into the elevator doors. Quickly he punched the down button.
Devon glanced over his shoulder again. Nothing.
Am I just going crazy? He wondered.
The elevator dinged, the doors slid open. Florescent light blinded him. He dashed in and slammed his palm against the last button to the garage. The doors slid shut, enclosing him.
He was nearly to his car.
Devon breathed a sigh of relief as the elevator started to take him down. Each floor sent more relief through his body. He was almost there.
All of a sudden the elevator jolted to stop.
Devon fell back against the walls. His pulse accelerated once again. Goose bumps sprang all over his body as a cold chill slid through the elevator.
The light flickered then it went out. Something moved above the elevator. Then there was a crashing sound dropped to the top before everything fell silent once again.
Fear enflamed his heart. “Please God no,” Devon gulped. His wife and kids flashed through his head.
“God isn’t here for you Devon Christopher or do you still go by D.C.?” a foreboding voice spoke from the darkness above.
Devon’s mouth went dry. “Who…who are you? What…do you…want?”
A chuckle escaped the darkness. “I am here for the day of Reckoning, Devon. I am here for you.” Something dropped to the elevator floor.
Devon breathed heavily. “Who are…who are you?” Something was at his feet but he couldn’t see anything. Apprehensively he edged closer to the wall. The darkness was too thick to see what could be coming his way.
“Oh, you will find out, soon.”
Suddenly Devon’s feet were yanked out from under him. His head struck the walls of the elevator. The cord tightened around his ankles. His heart pumped hard against his ribs.
Devon’s screams awakened the empty building.
Trent Avery sat in His Red Corvette, waiting for his date to come out of her apartment.
Coach Lowe had made an exception tonight for him to go out. Practices had been touch and he had classes on top of that to stay in the program. College basketball was harder than he would have ever imagined when he was in high school dreaming of this lifestyle. It took a lot more work at homework and keeping his act clean. His life was the gym or his dorm room. He was really under strict management these days.
His phone buzzed with a reminder: Pack for Fiery Reunion. Oh right I nearly did forgot, he thought.
Next week was his high school reunion. At first he didn’t really want to go but coach had talked him into going. In a way he wanted to go back to see if people wanted to see him or not. Who would actually show up for it? Their class hadn’t been close; it had been quite a mess. This is what really made him think twice about life. It was a reminder and he wanted it. Would anyone be excited that he showed up? There were a lot of regrets back in his home town and some of it he had started to make amends for, if he could.
Life had really changed for him. Now there was a lot of craziness with the stuff that had been showing up at his dorm. It was all weird and crazy. There were some really sick people out in the world.
Trent was grateful for this time to relax, this would be great. So what if he had a curfew but it was worth it in his book.
He glanced at his cell clock, checking the time. His date was late. Oh, well he still had some time. He was getting hungry though. The day had been a quick one with no time for a shower let alone food.
Someone knocked on his window.
He could only see a hooded figure outside. Trent rolled down his window. “What can I do for you…?”
A large fist shot out, slugging him across the jaw.
His head hit the steering wheel.
Blood filled his mouth.
He looked up but his vision was blurred. Who was this? He moved to get out. His hand rested on the door handle.
A second blow caught him on the nose.
Everything went black.
Sarah Beth climbed the stairs to her apartment. Her six inch high heels clicked on the brick steps. Her long red curls were a bit messed up as they bounced against her back.
One of her customers had gotten a little too friendly not to mention he had also smudged her makeup. One thing she hated the men doing this man had broken them both. She had her own rules.
She couldn’t wait to sleep alone tonight. There was a something to be said for one’s own space.
Her phone buzzed with messages from the customer and her boss. Stuffing her phone into her Michael Kors bag, Sarah Beth ignored all of it. I don’t need this tonight. Leave me alone, she thought with frustration. Her boss had made her his favorite, which had a lot of benefits. But now it had the annoyance to it. When she woke, she would give him a call.
As she got to the top of the stairs to her door, she saw something was lying on the mate under the door.
“Not another weird gift,” she sighed tiredly. She squatted down and grabbed the white box. Untying the pink ribbon she opened the box. Inside was a sapphire and gold perfume bottle. Normally she had gifts from her customers, but usual to be at her door since she never brought them to her apartment.
She undid the lid and smelled it.
Her head felt light. She felt her body falling. Sarah Beth saw the door opening. Her body fell to the bricks.
“Hello, Sunny girl.”
The face was but a blur in her vision. She tried to open her mouth and speak but her mouth was numb.
“Did you miss me?”

She felt her body being lifted. Then darkness crept into her vision. The latch on her door clicked behind her.

Thursday, July 9, 2015

Brain Freeze

Hey everyone,
Wanderer here.
Well, I have to say I don't appreciate just sitting. I like to keep moving and lately I feel like I don't know what to do. I think I am out of place where I am and a bit lonely too.
I don't know if I want to look into some school stuff or even a second job. For me not doing anything is really driving me up a wall.
You know me and my friend enjoy travel and the adventures that come. I'm not going to lie when there is nothing new to do or see where you are, it is hard. I know I push myself further into the world of imagination when I don't feel I'm in an adventure.
It is tough.
Also when it seems like other people's lives are more interesting, that is a punch in the gut for sure. Then a million of your friends getting in relationships or whatever, it just makes you wonder if there is a point to your life. Messing up a lot, that too can bring you low.
Now I know that there is a point to my life, but there is a lot of hard things to understand. It is hard just living a normal life. I don't really go for ordinary living, never have.
However this is where I am and I need to be content to learn where I am, for now.


Tuesday, June 30, 2015

Transport Me Scottie

So when we can't always afford to do thing or have the time while we work, there is always the transportation of the mind.
I am very blessed to have an imagination. It doesn't take too much to get lost in books or even movies, which can be a bad thing. Yet if you have a library (because I prefer real books to media written books) I can read and travel and learn.
Though my dream job would be traveling and writing books sort of like Jessica Fletcher In Murder She Wrote, life doesn't always turn out that way. Don't get me wrong I am going to travel a lot more when the doors open up, but when we can't we settle to learn to travel through pages.
I never really see myself as I look or what I do. I have two characters I am writing and both are what I see as me in two different skins.
One is a hard secret agent who has speed like Bruce Lee and is cool as Ziva David. Spanish decent and a hard egg to crack. She travels for her job all over the world and faces many dangerous people and see many things. Cuts mar her wrists.

The second character is a red streaked hair, sort of goth, Hostage Negotiator, who has done many things but really wants to see justice done. Also tat on her right foot with words she walks life by.

Both have a sad past and don't let anyone easily, which is true of me. Also has a lot of guy friends but doesn't let anyone close to her heart without a fight.
These are not too far off from me, I just hide things I like or want to do.
How do you see yourself and what is one thing that you could see differently about yourself if you could?  


Tuesday, June 23, 2015

Waiting for Good Reads

Hey everyone Traveler here,
I am sorry I haven't posted part of one of my books yet, but I am having trouble with where it is stored. Pleased stay tuned for that IT WILL COME!

So it is summer time.
What is something you want to do for an adventure this summer that will stick out from every other summer you've had? I haven't decided what I want to do just yet. I mean it is another summer, and summers aren't my favorite. In that case I need to think of something to bring it up a bit.
What are some of your suggestions for fees able, fun, and most of all
Memorable??? Need some suggestions People.


 When writing a novel a writer should create living people; people not characters. A character is a caricature. ~ Ernest Hemingway

Friday, June 12, 2015

And Here We Are

Hi everyone of you life travelers!
Today don't complain for the adventure your own even when everyone else seems to be on a more important or more exciting than yours. I have that attitude at times and it really just makes me blind to the things around me. I could easily want to be anyone else but there is a purpose and a greater plan to what I can't see.
A Barista, actress, concrete worker, farmer, or anything else we all have a purpose and place to where we are.
The adventure to challenge you with is to see there is a bigger angle to where you are.
It isn't about money or success.
How far are you willing to go?


Security is mostly a superstition. It does not exist in nature, nor do the children of men as a whole experience it. Avoiding danger is no safer in the long run than outright exposure. Life is either a daring adventure, or nothing. ~ Helen Keller

Wednesday, June 3, 2015

Sitting or Walking

Life, don't you think it is crazy that there could be something so interesting as life itself. A journey that takes you through twists and turns and so unexpected. I have never really understood why people like living in one place for so long and setting roots in place. Other people travel to anywhere for an experience.
Though I am a traveler and I enjoy going and seeing new things, there is something to say about just where you are. Wanting new experiences are a real adventure if we allow ourselves to have them. I beat in your own town you have those right where you are. Now the real challenge is what will you do with where you are? Meeting or helping someone, that is an adventure. Driving to a side of town you haven't seen before or going down a road you never knew was there, that is another adventure. A new book can be a good adventure too. TV doesn't really count but it could it you like experiencing what someone else created.
Adventure isn't just in your mind of what you create, like we writers can do. You only have to go as far as your willing to go.

One way to get the most out of life is to look upon it as an adventure. ~ William Feather                                                                  

{Note:Will place piece of a book of mine on here to read next time I write.}