Month: November 2016

To Shade or Not to Shade

As a professional Shadeologist (not to be confused with cloud coverage and shade sails) with a PhD in Comparative Pettiology, I can safely say that most people have thrown shade at someone in some point of their lives. Getting straight to the point, when I’m online, now and again I throw a bit of shade at multiple people. Most times, I will toss out a random general statement and let folks assume it’s about them because it’s very easy to do so when majority of people in my small community fit several descriptions. Ie. Anything about single-parenthood, pregnancies, the dead, events, shootings, and employment. For instance, If I write “She’s always talking about her baby daddy,” I can name at least 10 people who will get offended thinking it’s for them, when I’m really just being–for lack of a better term–an asshole. Now, I can always use my platform to spread joy and peace and all that jazz, but I do what I please. And I’ve shaded everyone–Every body–on my page at least once. My page, …

A Feral Affair

Feral Affair Chapter 17

The town was on lock-down, The main roads leading into and out of it were closed, and skillful marksmen were placed on rooftops to remove anyone suspicious. Communication to the outside was blocked to ensure no outside interference. They had even managed to secure one of those freaks and use him to bait the others into the open. Even if they weren’t Felids, and were out and about they were targets. It was their own fault for not staying inside as they were told. So how was it they were still unable to kill one little girl? Robert Coldwell slammed his fists down on the desk before him as a fit of rage enveloped him. “If you had killed her from the start then you wouldn’t have this problem.” His harsh glare settled on his son’s smug form. “You know why I couldn’t.” “Actually you could. All of this makes no damn sense,” Dominic threw his hands in the air in frustration. “You’ve had ample opportunities to search out the cretin in this town and …

Feral Affair Chapter 16

“What. Are. The. Odds!” Dominic laughed. He had been smug and annoying ever since he and his men captured Kaleb. “Just when we were about to assume you escaped town, there you are! Running around like a fool.” Silence. “My sister is so simple I know she has to be here as well. She’s one of those loyal idiots so she wouldn’t leave you behind.” Kaleb wished to God he would shut up. “What? Nothing to say? Is the shame too much for you to bear?” The collar around his neck and the chains bounding him to the floor were the only things keeping Dominic from losing his tongue. For whatever reason, it wouldn’t allow him to shift. Since physical harm was out of the question, Kaleb resigned to silence. There was no point in arguing with him. It would only be a waste of energy. Eesac’s home was in the center of the town, just outside the Orchid Square where majority of Autumn Valley’s festivities were held. It made searching for Marissa so much …

Feral Affair Chapter 15

Shit, he had dozed off, hadn’t he? Kaleb’s eyes fluttered open to see that he wasn’t in the same spot Marissa had left him. Well duh, He thought as he sat up and glanced around, taking in his new surroundings. Unless the forest had a sudden makeover by a highly sought interior designer, obviously he wasn’t in the same place. Its Chinese-esque style with chinoiserie wallpaper, ikat pillows, a bold shade of sunset oranges, gold benches and Hollywood Regency touches told him he was in the home of someone with odd taste. “Up so soon?” Kaleb’s fangs were already bared and a low growl rumbled from the depths of his throat at the dark-haired man that stood on the far side of the room. As he approached, eerily gray eyes scanned over Kaleb’s body; his rage, completely ignored. “Your recovery time is remarkable.” He reached out to touch the weakened male but paused as he noticed the heightened hostility. There was no growl, but he could see from the icy stare that touching him would result in …

Feral Affair Chapter 14

How hard was it for things to remain normal for two seconds? Too much was happening too fast and it was becoming overbearing. One minute, she was ready to chew out Kaleb and the next thing she knew she was scurrying about the house, trying to avoid being shot. They could barely walk a few inches without a bullet whizzing by their heads. A loud crash came from the room they were nearing and a man in all black tumbled out the door. He had barely straightened himself out before he had his gun aimed at them. Kaleb sprang from his spot, caught the man in a headlock and snapped his neck with little to no effort, or remorse. He then beckoned for Marissa to follow. Speechless, she did so without question. Marissa tiptoed over the lifeless body and a shudder rippled through her. What if he was someone she knew? The temptation to remove the mask was there, but she decided against it. It was better not to know. As they were sprinting down …

The cliched self-criticism spiel

I am my biggest critic. If you peeped the heading of this blog then you should have seen that coming. Getting straight to the point, one of the reasons why I held off on my story–along with writer’s block–was that I felt it just wasn’t good enough. I honestly was content with being the only person reading it. I didn’t think anyone gave a damn about it. Even if people gave a damn I didn’t think I would generate a following large enough that would be worth continuing for. Frankly, I began to feel like I was wasting my time. While I’m being real, I thought this about the entire blog period. I especially did not expect any local support. As far as I saw, that support was reserved for musicians and self-proclaimed models.  I never saw support for writers. Being bitter, I figured that it surely must have meant that people do not read. Then I later realized it was a lack of interest. It wasn’t that people didn’t read, they just weren’t interested …

Feral Affair Chapter 13

“I’m surprised you managed to make it back with him.” Mr. McCormic said while washing blood off his hands. He was handling Kaleb’s mangled body for some time after she struggled to get him back to the mansion. That in itself was a feat. He woke up now and again and walked with her, but constantly blacked out. Not to mention, it took longer than it should because she had to travel the back roads and hide among the trees to avoid being spotted. By the time they got back, she felt like he looked. Mr.McCormic also had his hands full with the moving. The time to move was now. Some of the residents were already gone while the rest were lagging. Mr. McCormic suggested she leave with one of the older boys but she refused. “You should get some rest. It’s late. I’ll look after him and…” He could only shake his head. She wasn’t even listening to him. “I’ll check on you both in a few. Do get some sleep.” Marissa heard the …

Feral Affair Chapter 12

You’ll never know everything about a person. This was her best friend of almost fifteen years, but she had never seen this side of her. Never in her life would Marissa think that Sehjada was capable of wielding a gun. But there she was, tucking and rolling, dodging and shooting at a wild beast. And her outfit…She’d seen every inch of Jada’s closet and had never seen it before. She practically looked like Sonya blade from Mortal combat. If that’s who she was trying to imitate she did a great job with her fitted dark green combat outfit and black combat boots. And while she should be grateful for her friend’s help, all her assistance did was anger her. This was her fight. It had nothing to do with Jada. Her situation might have looked compromising but she had everything under control. “Run Marissa!” She yelled out, her voice piercing with concern. And how dare she. She was the normal one there. She was the only one in danger. That tight, skin pulling feeling from …

Feral Affair Chapter 11

So this was what it meant to be losing your mind. It wasn’t until she stopped running, when she was deep inside the forest, did she realize what happened. Marissa should have broken her leg, sprained it at least. There should be some kind of fracture somewhere, but there wasn’t. Not even the slightest bruise was on her after leaping out of the window. She hadn’t even been terrified. She landed precisely on her feet and took off in a sprint towards who knows where. All of this was crazy. So what the hell were they? Werewolves? No, that would mean they had to be wolves wouldn’t it? Werecats? God that sounded stupid. And she was supposed to believe that she was one of them? It was too much. She still wanted to believe it was a dream but it was becoming harder and harder to do so. She should have jumped awake several times by now, startled and dripping with sweat from the fear of it all, but she hadn’t. No, she was still living …