Sunday, May 26, 2019

Facing the Dark #MidWeekFlash #FlashFiction

Taking inspiration this week from the photo prompt of Miranda Kate’s MidWeekFlash

Facing the Dark

“Hello Darkness, my old friend.” The opening line from “The Sound of Silence” did nothing to quell her fears.

Maddie hated the dark, and the way the shadows seeped into her soul. Shutting her eyes didn’t help. She trailed her fingers along the wall, hoping to find her way out of the caves. Her cell battery died an hour ago. No signal anyway. Thankfully, she had a pack of matches in her bag from last night’s campfire. Every few feet, she struck a match but with only a few left it was time to conserve.

It was supposed to be a low-risk excursion. Overhead lights illuminated the intricate tunnels for those wishing for a little adventure without too much roughing it. Until the tremor hit, and left her in dark darker than dark. She held her hand in front of her face, and saw nothing. Not even a pale outline.

A drip-drip-drip echoed through her head, and each step choreographed in unison. To hell with her friend Amy who stayed behind with a hangover. Maddie wanted to prove something, that she possessed the courage to go alone.

“Great proof if you’re dead!” The sound of her voice reverberated.

Shuffle-shuffle-shuffle. Her foot hit something solid. She picked it up and tried again. Crunch, and stuck. She tried to pull it, and her foot slipped inside the boot. Great. She shifted her weight to her back foot, and caught her balance. She’d have to waste another match to see what was impeding her.

But how to free her foot and hold the match at the same time? She’d figure it out when it came to that point. Her stomach churned before releasing a growl.

Flick. Nothing. Flick. Nothing. “Dammit. Come on.” She’d worn down the flint on the box. Flick.    

The red-orange glow from the match created a halo of light that fought the darkness. Maddie let out a deep breath. “Everything’s going to be all right.”

She bent, bringing the light closer to her foot. Something shiny and white reflected, and she attempted to process the horror.

Skulls. Stacks and stacks of skulls. Like from fucking dead people. Stripped to the bone – hollowed eyes gaped at her, screaming for help.

Help that never came.

Her foot had sunk through a crevice between a few chins and she didn’t want to think what else. Panic flared and she yelled, the echoes ringing in her ears and she yanked with all her might. Nothing. She hadn’t passed the gruesome sculpture on the way in. Where was she?

The flame reached the end of the wood, singeing her fingertips. She dropped it. Now, she’d have to reach into the remains to free herself.

Maybe it was better not to see this part. She fumbled with the slick surfaces, doing her best to ignore every crack and creak.

Who had stacked these? Was that person or beast coming back?

A sharp edge sliced the tender pad of her index finger, and she kicked with her free boot and hollered, until something slid and she tumbled backward. Her elbow and palm scraped against the rock floor, and she scrambled away from the skulls until her shoulder hit a wall.

Chest heaving, she worked to control the increasing dread. Tears flowed over her cheeks and she wiped at them, feeling more wetness. Fuck! She pressed her bleeding finger against the side of her jeans.

A spark charged through the air, like static electricity and then light flooded to her left.

“Thank God.”  

She pushed against the wall to a stand. Somehow, she’d worked her way into a small chamber off the main tunnel system. A chamber of the dead.

No reason to wait for answers! An unseen force pushed her.


Fresh air greeted her as she ran toward the front of the caverns. Waning sunlight greeted her. Enough bravery for a lifetime. Hopefully, enough to get through the night.

About 650 words 

View the original photo inspiration on MidWeekFlash

Wednesday, January 9, 2019

Landra Graf has "A Talent For Trouble" @LandraGraf #totallyboundpublishing #badboysofspace #ATFT #scifiromance

Drug runner Emilio Morales is one deal away from being the sole runner from Earth to the upper planets—until his partner attempts a double-cross. Now, Emilio’s stuck in a disabled spaceship with an unpredictable, attractive female who’s willing to help him out if he’ll assist her in retrieving her ship from an impound facility.

Antonia ‘Toni’ Smith is sick and tired of being beholden to men. The only way to guarantee freedom is to get back her bootlegging ship to run her own business again. When Emilio kills her ticket out, she’s forced to rely on him for assistance. Emilio, the most wanted and annoying man in the solar system, is a sexy-as-hell means to an end.

But every plan the duo makes falls apart and every day they spend in each other’s company increases the tension between them.

With the death toll rising and their defenses low, can Emilio and Toni get the happy ending they want, without falling for each other in the process?

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Author Bio: Landra Graf consumes at least one book a day, and has always been a sucker for stories
where true love conquers all. She believes in the power of the written word, and the joy such words can bring. In between spending time with her family and having book adventures, she writes romance with the goal of giving everyone, fictional or not, their own happily ever after.

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Excerpt: He poured himself a glass. Turning it slowly, spreading the liquid up the sides and back down, he noticed he wasn’t alone. “Can I offer you a drink?”

“No,” a sultry feminine voice responded. “There’s nothing over there isn’t made in the still or fermented in a barrel.”

“Suit yourself.” Emilio turned and took in the view. Mother Mary.

The woman, a vision of sin, stood angled toward the fancy window display where three floor-to-ceiling panels showcased the twinkling view. She wore a glimmering red dress, which sparkled even more as she turned toward him. Her hair was a pale-white blonde, short and framing her face, giving it a distinct diamond shape. She’d be labeled gorgeous, more than the word could construe, with her eyes the color of whiskey—and not the cheap stuff in his glass. No, the full-bodied swirling amber and caramel colors.

“What brings you to Casa Manolo?” He swallowed a little more whiskey than he intended and did his best to sound suave, but the words came out more like a croak.

“Nothing that concerns you.” The dismissal paired with a smile, a little thing revealing flawless teeth. He glanced down at her one note of defiance—boots. Grav boots to be exact, black and fierce. A deep, soul-encapsulating need clamped onto his brain, a need he’d waited years to experience. This was the woman he’d been waiting for. The type he’d always wanted. The one he’d call his.

He walked closer, eager to see if she took a similar interest in him. “Oh? Well, I’m happy to make this visit less business and more pleasure. Your name is?”

The words escaped his mouth as he glanced at her lips—expressive, full and waiting for his kiss, even when those same lips uttered, “Too expensive for you.”

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Tuesday, December 11, 2018

Little Abandoned Houses & Magic #RitetoReign

On the drive down the back way from the mountains of Big Bear in California, small abandoned houses dot the landslide. They’ve definitely seen better days. After hearing the land had been “gifted” by the government in the ’30s, the idea fascinated me.

My story Red Witch in the Rite to Reign boxset takes place in one of these locations. The tale mixes fiction and reality. The small community is protected via spelled wards from outsiders so it appears to be dilapidated and abandoned. In real life, locals are working to tear down the structures because they look like a “blight” on the landscape. To me, they’re a part of history.

A little bit of liberty with history may have been taken with this location, but know that the history is real. Who knows what lurks in the desert at night!

Red Witch

Elemental Witches, Book 1

By Louisa Bacio

A Soul to Keep

Life has given Justine more troubles than blessings. On the verge of losing her home and with her mom at Death’s door, she’s forced to tap into the ocean’s power. The last thing she needs is the distraction of a sexy stranger.

A Soul to Wake 

After years of self-imposed isolation, Lucas yearns for a more fulfilling life. For a hundred years, he’s protected the inhabitants of his small community. Without gaining a boost of power and faith, he might not survive the latest threat of modern evil.

A Soul to Love

When Justine and Lucas join energies, their magic becomes combustible. The fire threatens to burn down their chances of a future, but the promise of ever-lasting love is worth the fight.

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Tales you'll want to read again and again.
Over twenty stories in the boxset of RITE TO REIGN.
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Louisa Bacio