"Luminous Wind"
Goddess art of Jonathon Earl Bowser

Thursday, December 29, 2011

Flash Fiction Friday #8 - Prize

Woohoo! It's my eighth Flash Fiction Friday with the Flashers writing group. The group is growing and it's awesome. Enjoy this naughty bit of fun this week! ;) And please feel free to comment. Thanks!

Flash Fiction Friday - Writing challenge based on a picture prompt. One picture to inspire one hundred words (no more, no less).


Ash watched Saskia saunter over to the table.

“Bet I can take you both on,” she sassed the men.

Erik choked on his beer as the goddess sat. Her green eyes stared into his soul, enthralling him.

“What's the prize?” Daniel sized up the long-legged vixen.

“Whoever beats me, fucks me.”

They exchanged glances. “If we both beat you?” Daniel questioned.


“We're in.” They agreed.


“I get so wet when you toy...” Ash said between Saskia's thighs.

“Less talking, Ashlea,” Saskia quipped, moaning as her girlfriend drove her over the edge... 


You can find the other participating fabulous writers of Flash Fiction Friday and show them some love here:

All Flavors and Styles:

Thursday, December 22, 2011

Flash Fiction Friday #7 - Christmas Light

Welcome to a special Holiday/Christmas Flash Fiction!  The moment I laid eyes on this romantic picture, I knew I had found my contribution photo.  As some authors/Flashers have stated in our group, this picture could use an entire novel's worth of descriptions and story-line.  I certainly agree.  However, "Flash" is the name of the game.  One picture prompt to inspire One-Hundred words (no more, no less). Fiction.

 Christmas Light

Eyes meeting, the couple seemed oblivious to the elements as I watched from the shadows. My heart warmed at the romantic scene. The gentleman was tender, respectful, and slightly hesitant as the sophisticated beauty slid her hands up to his shoulders, stood on tiptoe, glided her lips across his; claiming him. He drew her in closer to deepen the kiss. As his cool, calming demeanor tempered the fiery spirit of the passionate enchantress, I smiled and nodded, allowing Christmas Light to envelop me in it's freeing embrace. Love had come again and I knew she would be what he needed.


I hope you enjoyed reading my little tale of holiday romance.  And please remember that although this can be a difficult time of year, missing those who are no longer with us, they are always near if we just listen and pay attention to the signs of love they have to share with us. If you need help listening, please take a look at an essay I wrote last year from personal experience and from the experience of the people who have come to me for healing and comfort.


Now, go on over and show the rest of the Flash Fiction Friday crew this week some love.  You're sure to find sweet, sassy, naughty, dirty, and thought-provoking Flash Fictions.  All flavors and all styles represented. :)

Bonni Sansom:
Lee Brazil:
Sherri Hayes:
ER Pierce
Yvonne Nicolas
Eden Connor:
Benjamin Russell:
AuroraRose Andromeda:
Sara York:
Cyril J. Michael:
Venus Cahill:
Havan Fellows:
Naomi Shaw:
Gemma Parkes:
Cassandre Dayne:
Katie Harper
Luna Ella Aldora:
Davee Jones:
Sancre Darling:

Happy Holidays to One and All. My wish is for you to have gratitude and find contentment in what you do have, but not to stop believing in the magic of possibilities - including love! <3


Thursday, December 15, 2011

Flash Fiction Friday #6 - Respite

Woohoo! It's my sixth Flash Fiction Friday with the Flashers writing group. The group is going and it's awesome. Enjoy! ;)

Flash Fiction Friday - Writing challenge based on a picture prompt. One picture to inspire one hundred words (no more, no less).


Cary peeked around the suite's doorjamb waiting to ambush Devon. He had plans for him. Big plans that included ice skating in the park, roasting marshmallows, trading beer for fine wine, and making passionate love. He knew it had been a tough couple months for Dev and had suggested the brief respite.

He admired Devon's lithe body, but admitted to himself he missed the muscled physique. Cary was always the slighter and had enjoyed his love's strength and power. 

Sensing Cary watching him, Devon turned his head.

“I'm in re-remission,” he stuttered, sliding to the floor, dropping the phone.


You can find the other participating fabulous writers of Flash Fiction Friday and show them some love here:

Flash Fiction Friday Blog  
 (I tried linking individually, but didn't work.)

Winter Holidays winners announced...

Congratulations to the Literotica Winter Holiday Winners!! Nomoretears00 ("A Ta'Narian Christmas") for took 1st Place, cbsummers ("Santa Claus: Sex Addict") took 2nd place (I have to read it yet) and SweetestThing took 3rd place ("A Proper Send-Off").
"A Ta'Narian Christmas" (Gay Male, Sci-fi/Fantasy) was heart-warming, humorous, emotional, and a perfect holiday story. I was swept into the Ta'Narian world and made to believe. I want one of the cat-men for myself! Oh wait, I don't think the boys like to share each other. *pout* 'Tis a shame. ;)
"A Proper Send-Off" (Lesbian) was wonderful, emotive story telling, full of tenderness, wit, heat.
Congrats to all of the authors brave enough to enter, withstand the trolls, the sweeps, and the competition. I've made some wonderful new connections again. :)
My thanks to everyone for your support, kind comments, and sharing your own personal stories with me! Your comments on ~Holiday Wishes Upon the Wind~ make my heart smile and my cheeks blush and I am sure the inspiration of the story is smiling down and shining her love as well.

I hope to see more stories with disabled main characters in them. There is SUCH a need for it. Even more so, a need for the romance and erotica genres to explore it more fully. A disability or illness does not cancel out a person's sexuality or ability to love, in fact it can enhance it. Learning, exploring, and adapting can be fun! Maybe I will write more. :)

There are some wonderful resources out there, even documentaries done that can help you learn more if you are interested in disability studies and in particular sexuality aspects. PM MidniteRose (Aurora Rose Andromeda) if you'd like to. She's opened my eyes to so much and for that I can never thank her enough, for she is a true soul-sister and friend. <3

I wish you all Happy, Health, Heart-filled, Healing Holidays!

Friday, December 9, 2011

On Muses, Visitation, and Inspiration...

I had been pondering Muses for awhile and then came upon this chit-chat session between Benjamin Russell and Chrystian Marrero at Naughty Nights Press which was quite entertaining and also informative.  It made me revisit my thoughts about Muses.

I've been under the impression for almost two years now that my Muses had returned to me.  I was writing again after a painful, five-year dry-spell which I attribute to my marriage. In supporting my ex-husband in his own artistic endeavors, I ignored my own.  When it came down to it, he had a dampening effect on my creativity with his negativity that I never realized (like so very many things) until he was out of the house, at which time I found the freedom to create again.  I think I became so wrapped up in being a wife, a step-mother, and when baby came; being a new Mommy, that I neglected myself and my needs.

He needed his hand held and needed my support because he felt like a failed artist.  So, being the loving wife that I was, I gave him everything of myself. But, I digress, this isn't supposed to be a post about my ex-husband (which in a week it will be 1 full year since the freedom of divorce for me). I began to write poetry again.  It was a great outlet for my emotions and a way to record some of the precious moments with my newborn baby. I even wrote a few lullabies for her.

I hopped over to Literotica to read a few stories occasionally and cringed at my college attempts at writing the genre.  But I didn't put too much more thought into it until a year later when a surgery that my (new) boyfriend was having inspired a short, teasing, story, ~TLC~. He encouraged me to post it to the site. 

(Disclaimer: I do not write this to offend, push my beliefs on, nor upset anyone. I am simply sharing some of my experiences as a writer, Sensitive, and as a person.)

I saw the themed contest open for Summer Lovin' stories and I immediately had a story idea in mind about a love re-connection. I began to write the story, ~Summer Spirit~. As I sat back to read it, I quickly realized it had gone from Romance to Paranormal romance. I wondered how that had happened and what it could mean.  I've written Spirit Stories before. I've had my writing taken over by those from the Otherside in the past, but that was the first time it had happened in my erotic romance. I wondered why and if it was okay. I was a little surprised and uncomfortable with the Spirit taking over my story. But knowing the nature of Spirit communication, I accepted it. I had to write her story, otherwise I would have gotten no peace.

I started writing like mad and actually completing stories, probably for the first time in my life.  I entered every single contest for a year. The themed nature of the stories truly inspired me. I was buzzing with excitement.  My Muses had returned!  I celebrated by writing more.  I felt elated and reconnected and balanced again, something that had eluded me in the past.

But with each consecutive story that I wrote and posted, I realized something that took me aback. Nearly every single story was Spirit-inspired or Spirit-guided.  Even the stories that have no moments of the Paranormal in them, like ~Lavender and Love~, are still Spirit inspired.  My latest, a Winter Holiday entry ~Holiday Wishes Upon the Wind~ does have a paranormal element to it, but it's the non-paranormal character who is the Spirit inspiration to that one.

You might ask what I mean by that?  I'm a Spirit Medium. I communicate with people's loved ones from the Otherside. It is not something that I ever sought out, nor even wanted. They seek me out, and over time I learned how to accept and even embrace my spiritual abilities. Sometimes, the Spirits who visit me have a story to tell.  They contact me and share their stories with me.  Often, the telling is enough and then the Spirit will go on their way. Sometimes, their loved ones will read the story and "claim" them.  Other times, they need help finding their way across, which I provide to them.  It all depends upon the circumstances.

Why they choose to come into and inspire my erotic romance is truly beyond me, especially when it is a child who is guiding me along - like in Jersey Love: Apple Dreams and Release - where a teenager was sharing her story with me.

So I have to wonder, if I am being inspired by those who are no longer living on this Earth, have my Muses truly returned to me? And if my Muses are still missing, when will they come home? And what kind of mischief will they get me into when the Spirits do stop talking? Will they ever? Will I ever get the chance to write a story I want, that came directly from my own imagination and mind and not put there by someone else? 

We all think about those people "reading over our shoulder" who might not approve, or might be curious, or critical, or make comments.  I have those, but they're not figments of my imagination, they are people's loved ones and they can be demanding of my time and energy. It is only when I agree to write the story and set up my boundaries that sleep can be had. During a visitation or communication, I and the people I work with, get validations which go a long way towards reassuring me that they are real. 

Am I grateful to be writing again? Yes! Am I bothered by these Spirit presences? Not usually. Am I honored and humbled to be the one they open up to and they turn to for help? Absolutely! Will I continue to write their stories for them? I will.

Is this any different than Inspiration and where our Muses come from? Do you believe in the Collective Unconscious that creative people dip into, that well-spring of ideas that have been thought of in the past, are being thought now, and are yet-to-be-thought except on another level? Or maybe all of those ideas - thought-forms - are all occurring simultaneously.

"Writers are all too familiar with this process. The characters from novels or scripts are noted for taking on a life of their own. They behave in a certain way not because the author wants them to, but because they have to.  That is the way they are. With millions of stories having been told, somewhere out there on the psychic airwaves are all the characters." ~Judy Hall

My stories clearly aren't all "mine." In fact, that same Spirit teenager I spoke of earlier reminded me very sweetly during the month of October, that it was HER story and I'm just her writer. Hmph!

Do you think as writers we can truly claim that a story is all our own and that our characters do what we want because we wrote them that way? Or should we instead be asking nicely? Why do you think so many writers personify their Muses? Or personify and form "relationships" with their characters?

I leave the discussion open. While I have my own ideas as to some of my questions, I'm curious to see what your thoughts are.

Thursday, December 8, 2011

Flash Fiction Friday #5- Winter's First

Woohoo! It's my fifth Flash Fiction Friday with the Flashers writing group. Enjoy! ;)

Flash Fiction Friday - Writing challenge based on a picture prompt. One picture to inspire one hundred words (no more, no less).

Winter's First

She knelt with head bowed in reverence. This could finally be her chance to prove herself; a way to set her apart. She trembled with excitement as sweat pooled at her feet, rushing in rivulets across the surface, icing over. Her sister was chosen last year. Gathering her courage to her breast, she gazed with yearning down at Earth below. At the “ahem,” she looked up and met her frosty gaze.

“Ready?” Winter's crisp voice asked.

She smiled.

“Go forth, Winter's First Snow.”

Unable to contain her joy, she spread her wings and dropped off the cloud.


You can find the other participating fabulous writers of Flash Fiction Friday and show them some love here:

Flash Fiction Friday Blog 

Michelle Chatton:
Naomi Shaw:
Bonni Sansom
Benjamin Russell
Lee Brazil
Erika Pierce
Yvonne Nicolas
Gemma Parkes:
Sara York:
Cyril J. Michael:
Venus Cahill:
Lani Rhea:
Lindsey Gray:
Cassandre Dayne
Sherri Hayes:
Patricia Logan:
Katie Harper:
Havan Fellows:
Davee Jones:

~*Holiday Wishes Upon the Wind*~ 2nd excerpt....

I'm getting some wonderful and positive feedback on my Winter Holiday story. I'd love to share another excerpt with you.  You can find the rest of the story for FREE at Literotica:  ~*Holiday Wishes Upon the Wind*~

Please feel free to Read, Vote, and/or Comment. The contest closes next Wednesday, December 14th. Thanks and ENJOY! :)


"Sometimes, I'm jealous of that horse," Collin growled.

"Jealous of my horse?" Raechel turned her head to look up at him and stole a kiss from his soft lips.

"Yeah. It's like you two have this secret language all to yourselves. I watch you with him and the way he responds to your gentle touch and your sweet voice and well, I see in Wind's eye that he responds in just the same way I respond to you."

"And how is that?" she asked, curious. Skimming his hands up her body, Collin cupped her breasts in answer. The rough skin of his thumbs moved in circles over her nipples. When they pebbled in response, Raechel arched her back. He untangled his legs from hers, grabbed several pillows to cushion her, and moved around to the front of her body....

 Come find out what's so special about the horse, the man, and the woman who loves them both: 

Thanks! :)


Sunday, December 4, 2011

~*Holiday Wishes Upon the Wind*~

My Literotica 2011 Winter Holiday Contest - Romance is up!!

Christmas Spirit with a Paranormal Touch, Creature Comfort, and the Magic of Wishes for one grieving heart. 

Happy Holidays to you and yours. My wish is for you to have gratitude and find contentment in what you do have, but not to stop believing in the magic of possibilities - including love! <3 
 Feel free to Read, Vote, and/or Comment. Contest ends December 14th. Enjoy and Thank you! ;)

Thursday, December 1, 2011

Flash Fiction Friday #4- Innocence

Woohoo! It's my fourth Flash Fiction Friday with the Flashers writing group. Enjoy! ;)

Flash Fiction Friday - Writing challenge based on a picture prompt. One picture to inspire one hundred words (no more, no less).

(Note: ALL persons are of legal age! Explaining ages didn't fit in the Flash Fiction story. Thanks Bonni for bringing it up and checking on that.)

I peered through the keyhole of my sister's bedroom stifling a gasp. Not only did she have a boy in her room, she'd snuck into Mom's closet and was trying on her vintage clothing. Busted!

“Shh, my sister's home from college and is going to hear.” Olivia giggled as he slid his hand over to cup her bare breast. This was no boy. This was a man about to take advantage of my innocent little sister.

I turned the knob, halting as she flipped over, crawled up to him, a come-hither expression on her face. Innocence, or feigned innocence?


You can find the other participating fabulous writers of Flash Fiction Friday and show them some love here:

Flash Fiction Friday Blog 

Wednesday, November 30, 2011

~*Wynter of Contentment*~

How about checking out last year's Winter Holiday story ~*Wynter of Contentment*~ while you wait for me to finish and post this year's entry?

"Wynter's touch blesses them with the ultimate holiday gift." My sweet and sexy little twist on the traditional 'Frosty the Snow Man' tale.

Here's a wee sampling to intrigue and whet your appetite. Enjoy! :)

"Don't step back." Warm breath bathed her face as he pulled away. Gone was the carrot nose, in its place resided an aquiline nose, the kind that Brynn always read about in romance novels. When she had looked up the meaning of it and learned it meant "hooked," as in a beak, she wasn't sure how attractive it would be. But, on this snowy man who held her and was moving in for another kiss, the small bump on the bridge of his nose and the slight bend looked damn sexy. She moved her arms up to encircle his neck. He wore an endearingly lop-sided smile.

"I'm dreaming. I fell asleep with the book in my lap and I imagined the main character into my dream," she reasoned with herself. A soft, male chuckle followed her words. "Or, maybe I hit my head. Yes, that's it. When I was standing on the bucket, it did fall, and I fell and smashed my head on something." The green eyes sparkled and the lips moved to kiss the corner of her mouth. "A-a concussion." She stammered.

"Does it really matter what or how it happened?" The tenor voice asked her.

"No," she replied, weakly. "Dreamy snow man," she whispered, "don't stop kissing." He responded by kissing her with renewed fervor. She responded by moaning and parting her lips. His cold tongue slowly entered her mouth and touched hers. She swirled her tongue with his, slipping it back out again to run it along his upper lip.

"You taste like chocolate," she murmured, licking his other lip and sucking it into her mouth.

"The M&M's were a tasty touch, if I do say so myself. I'm glad you listened to my mind-speak," he replied, tilting and angling her head so he could deepen the kiss.

With the exception of his arms, his body was still very snow-man-ish. But slowly, as the kisses heated up, the snow began to melt. The snow man lowered Brynn's feet to the ground. She looked down, seeing herself standing in a puddle and looked back up into his eyes. She watched as the snow slid off of his body. She half expected him to melt away, leaving only a puddle in his wake. As she watched in wonder, the snow melted and revealed a body beneath. A naked body. A little thrill ran through her and she shivered at the sight before her.

Her first thought was, he must be cold; her second was; it's my mission to warm the naked snow man up; her third thought was, she wanted him. Her body tingled where she hadn't felt tingles in a long time, save from the good vibrations she occasionally gave herself with her toys (when her son was out of the house).

"Are you real?" she asked in wonder as she and unwound her arms from around his neck, tugged her gloves off to trail her fingers down his shoulders and slip them across his chest. Moving downward, she explored the planes of his torso and looked down at his semi-flaccid cock, licking her lips.

"Um," she whispered. "Are you cold?" Her fingers glided down to stroke the cold length of his growing erection...


Come discover more about Brynn and the dreamy snow man of her Literotica:

~*Wynter of Contentment*~
 Feel free to leave a comment and/or vote. Thanks!


Monday, November 28, 2011

Holiday Contest entry back on track...excerpt

After a few weeks of tending my sick child, I am back in the flow.  The holiday story I was writing just wasn't working out.  The story I originally had in mind for the Holiday contest was designated to Valentine's Day instead. But suddenly that story and the characters in it have found their Christmas Spirit and I've switched it up. A Holiday tale of Love surviving death. Christmas Spirit with a paranormal touch of Comfort. 

I'm up to 5K words, have a solid plot, cooperative characters, and real life, as well as Spirit inspiration influencing it.  This will be my second story featuring a disabled main character (using a wheelchair) and I can't wait for you to all meet her and the rest of them.  I have some amazing people in my life who have lent their life experience and inspiration to the story, but it really is all about the lovely, impish Spirit who is guiding it along.

Oh, and horses will figure in heavily, one special horse in particular named Windust

Enjoy this little excerpt from the story. :)


Rachel looked around at the modest pile of wrapped presents beneath the Douglas Fir, noting the lovely contrast between colors and characters. Glancing around, her blue eyes landed on several piles of yet-to-be-wrapped gifts. She sighed. She was in charge of wrapping all of the gifts for the Toy Drive this year. She had been given the choice of crafts, cookies, or gift wrapping. She chose, in her opinion, the lesser of three evils. She had no patience for crafts. Her sister-in-law's kitchen was not wheelchair adapted the way her own home was. So she had begrudgingly accepted the wrapping task, wondering just how much work could it be to wrap a few gifts for kids?

She yawned, stretched, and lightly banged her head on the table. “Just a little break,” she told herself as she closed her eyes.

“Rachel,” a voice called softly in the distance. “Rachel.” She lifted her head and looked around.

“Who said that?” She reached for another package lying on the low card-table, knocking over her mug of tepid cocoa in the process. The cocoa spilled, running all over the roll of festive wrapping paper and ruining the cardboard box containing a babydoll. With a groan of annoyance, she grabbed up the box, ripped the sopping cardboard open and glared at all of the plastic twists and security ties holding the doll in.

“You've got to be kidding me!” she growled. After unsuccessfully trying to untwist the ties, she picked up the the fancy pair of pinking shears and attacked the box with them, cutting her thumb on the cardboard in the process. Disgusted, she pushed away from the table, grabbed a paper towel and wheeled over to the coat rack. Flinging her woolen shawl over her shoulders and slipping on her leather gloves, she pushed fast and hard, escaping out into the cold night air.

The hair on the back of her neck stood up as she made her way down to the barn. She felt like she was being watched and the sooner she got herself inside, the better. A howl broke the stillness of the night startling her. Despite the fact that she knew it was just the old husky that lived down the lane, she still picked up her speed. Sarah wasn't due back for another couples of hours. She would hide out in the barn, check on the horses, and spend some alone time with her horse Windust. Her heavy heart lifted remembering how Windust had come into her life and the man who came with him.

“I miss you.” She said, opening the stable door and rushing inside. She slammed the door shut and breathed a sigh of relief, chuckling to herself at her silly imagination. Of course no one answered her and no one was watching her. She unlatched the stable door. Wind nearly knocked her out of her chair, greeting her, and nudging her body. She pushed on the brakes to ensure she wouldn't move and then wrapped her arms around his gray neck, breathing in his horse scent and loving him.

“I can always count on you, friend.” She stroked his neck and kissed his muzzle, closing her eyes and allowing the memories to overtake her of that very first day...


Saturday, November 19, 2011

Personal Power - Take It Back and Keep It!

I'm not sure if anyone read my deleted post "Pillow Talk 1" or not. I'm going through some things that are causing my energy and mood to be affected. The post was pretty negative and I wanted a chance to explain things further.

I want to talk about Personal Power and how important it is to not give it away to anyone; to not allow them to turn you into a victim, live in fear, lose your self confidence, self worth, or self esteem. No one should have that kind of power over another person (without permission) and yet it happens all the time.  Most of us have been screwed over at one time or another in our lives by people that claimed they cared about us or loved us, or by perfect strangers. We even let our own fears and insecurities hold us back.

A healthy person doesn't set out to become or play the part of the Victim.  When it happens; when you've been deceived, betrayed, cheated, lied to, duped, harassed, abused, violated, taken advantage's difficult to see past the wrong that has been done to you to realize that you still have power. Often people who are users and abusers seek out the vulnerable, prey upon those who appear weaker than they are, easy targets.  It's difficult when you become a victim to climb out of those depths and reclaim your Personal Power

Some ways to recognize when you are giving your Personal Power away:

* When you allow a person or the mere thought of that person to affect your state of mind or mood.
* When you give in to negative emotional responses or thoughts in regards to thinking about them.
* When you seek their approval above your own.
* When you allow them to judge you.

* When you let them drain your energy.
* When you let your fears holds you back or dictate how you live.

I'd allowed people to take little bits of my power for too long. I've always been an easy target, smaller, physically weaker, and more timid; whether I was giving that power to bullies who hurt me and tried to wear me down; boys who used their gender and strength to overpower; doctors who didn't listen to me about knowing my own body better than anyone else; teachers or employers who discriminated; control freaks who saw grief as vulnerability; energy drainers who leeched like vampires; or manipulators who tried to keep me in the dark and thus bend me to their own ends.  

I'd build up walls and fortify my heart each time, but someone would come along and try to tear down my defenses again and again. 

I've never cared what people thought of me and I suppose that was my biggest strength. As much of a romantic as I am, I've never defined myself or my self-worth by being in a relationship or having a man (or woman for that matter) in my life. I became so used to people coming and going and rarely staying for too long, that it was just a given that I learned to bitterly accept; they'd come for a specific purpose, and once that purpose was served, they'd quietly slip away. 

This has been the story of my life with the exception of family, a few close friends and the love who found me, patiently persisted, gently persuaded, and continues to prove me wrong.

I decided the moment I learned that my marriage was a lie, he was an unhinged stranger, and our love was false; that I'd never give anyone that much power over me again. I started by kicking him out, never once looked back as I composed myself and walked into my newborn baby's room. I picked her up, cradled her to me, and promised her that I would do everything in my power to protect her from his negativity and chaos.  I've done a damn good job of it, thus far.

Next, I took the first steps toward standing up to the employers who discriminated against me during my pregnancy and unfairly laid me off.  I saw that through and made my voice heard.

These things both went a way towards restoring my Personal Power to me and removing me from Victim status. And while the mere mention of my ex-husband's name and his sporadic antics can cause the hair on my back to rise and the spit to fly and panic to set in: I remind myself that all that matters is that my child is safe, happy, healthy, and chaos free because of me.  Everything I've gone through was to get her to me and I'm so blessed because of it.

I might be small, shy, and sweet - but this kitty can roar - and I can be fierce as a Lioness and protective as a MamaBear when the need arises. Those unfortunate enough to see my fury usually learn that too late. I have fangs and claws, and I'm not afraid to use them; especially in the defense of my own, or those who don't have the strength to stick up for themselves.



Your thoughts have Power. Your reactions have Power.  Your words have Power.  What you do with the hurt and the pain has Power.  

Don't be afraid of your Power. Own it! Embrace it! With it you can do great things. Empower those who lost theirs. You have the Power to manifest your dreams and create your own experiences.  We were all given free will and we are all a part of the Whole.

 So I ask, do you wallow in depression and pity? Or do you stand up for yourself and say NO?!
Keep your Personal Power to yourself!!

I'm going to share some links and resources later that might help.

Thursday, November 17, 2011

Flash Fiction Friday #3 - Be-Long

Woohoo! It's my third Flash Fiction Friday with the Flashers writing group. Enjoy! ;)

Flash Fiction Friday - Writing challenge based on a picture prompt. One picture to inspire one hundred words (no more, no less).


“You don't belong here.” Fingertips touched mine, lips brushing my hand. Breath rattled in my chest and my heart squeezed painfully. Warmth enveloped coldness.

Every muscle burned in remembrance, anguished. “I belong with you.”

“Not like this.” He released, but I held on.

“I can feel you.” Climbing up, I scrambled to reclaim him.

“This can't go on.” He shook his head, coming closer. “Let me go.”

“How?” My foot hesitated.

“Get off the ledge. Live,” he ordered.

“I'm still with you." He reached up “Here,” touched my heart, pushed.


You can find the other participating writers of Flash Fiction Friday and show them some love here:

Flash Fiction Friday Blog  

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

~Laughter Release~

If laughter can drive one to tears, why can't tears drive one to laughter? It did, today.

~Laughter Release~
By: Luna Ella Aldora

© 11/16/11

Oh muse of mine
bear with me as
I de-clutter my mind
of refuse of the past
clear out the cobwebs
cleanse the murky depths
release the pulse
aflutter in my breast

waking me up!

Bouncing off
parted lips
with salt
moist with
bitter sweet
gliding down
tongue twisting
throat chafing
raw and real.
Giggles bubbling
guffaws tumbling

belly tickling

giddy and
saliva producing
clear me
cleanse me
lift me up
oh glorious
breath escaping
weight releasing


Thursday, November 10, 2011

Flash Fiction Friday #2 - Surrender...

Woohoo! It's my second Flash Fiction Friday with the Flashers writing group. Enjoy! ;)

Flash Fiction Friday - Writing challenge based on a picture prompt. One picture to inspire one hundred words (no more, no less).

I unlocked the door, slipped off my heels, and quietly padded to the bedroom. While he slept, I planned to slip in, crawl under the covers and take my lover into my mouth, sucking him awake and showing him just how much I missed him.

“Shh.” A deep voice hissed. “Where is she?”

“Not home.”
Confused, I peered through the crack in the door to see a large hand gripping his chiseled chest roughly.
“You're lucky.” The voice growled in his ear. I gasped, feeling the world crash down as my lover's eyelashes fluttered in surrender... 


You can find the other participating writers of Flash Fiction Friday and show them some love here:

Flash Fiction Friday Blog

Friday, November 4, 2011

Flash Fiction Friday #1 - Acceptance

I'm very excited!! This is my very first Flash Fiction piece with the writers of Flashers Fiction Friday. A special thank you to Benjamin Tiberius Russell for the invite to this wonderful group!

It almost didn't happen. I have been out of power, phone, internet, and cable service since last Saturday due to the freak Halloween weekend Snow storm.  For a few days I had access at a hotel I stayed at.  I'm currently at McDonald's using their free wi-fi.  I hope to have access again in a few days.  I'm going crazy without being connected! Thanks for your patience and enjoy! :)

Flash Fiction Friday - Writing challenge based on a picture prompt. One picture to inspire one hundred words (no more, no less).

Anguish and terror ripped me from my dreams, awakening the Beast. I soared over their heads, answering her call with my own. They had her cornered against Our tree. Although her back was toward me, I knew there would be fear in her eyes. Her slender wrists were already bound by chafing twine. Small droplets of blood slid down her arms as they yanked, spinning her around. My nostrils flared seeing the cage. Our souls were connected. I couldn't betray our secret. Her gaze sought mine. Held it. I roared in rage and grief at the Acceptance I saw there.

You can find the other participating writers of Flash Fiction Friday and show them some love here:

Flash Fiction Friday Blog

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

Flash Fiction and "Release"

I was invited to start Flashing - Flash Fiction and I'm excited! I've seen other writers participating. I had wondered about it and was thinking of asking someone when I was approached by Benjamin Tiberius Russell to give it a try. Yay! One picture to inspire one hundred words. I was going to sit the first one out and watch the other authors in action, but the image called to me and I'm ready! :)

On another note, I am relieved to share with you that "Alyssa," the teenage spirit girl from Jersey Love: Apple Dreams & Release. Midnight on Halloween/Samhain, her anniversary, she let me know she was ready. The girl had a flare for the dramatic and I can't help smiling as I write this. She couldn't contain her emotions, bouncing back and forth between giddy excitement, sadness, and anxiety.

She read every comment that was left for "her" story, as she has repeatedly claimed for herself, and feels secure in the knowledge that even though right now her family is unable to accept her passing and have shut down emotionally, others will always remember her and love her. Teens are ego-driven creatures, a restless afterlife doesn't stop that. But now the bright and shining girl is at rest.

Thank you for your support and the care you have shown towards "my" characters, but especially towards "Alyssa." There is never a dull moment in my life. I don't know why they choose me, but as long as they keep sharing their lives with me, I will keep writing for them.


Saturday, October 29, 2011

Waiting, Snowy Wintry Thoughts, and Spirit Connections

I'm just a busy little networking bee, lately!

I finally joined Twitter: @LunaEroticaMyst - come friend and follow me. :)

Waiting for winners to be announced for the Literotica Halloween Contest.  I'm so pleased with how this story has done and the "series" as a whole.  I've been getting so much feedback urging me to publish the two Jersey Love stories as a novel, maybe to amazon.  It's a thought!


This time of year in particular, Spirits are wandering, passing through, and looking for help. "Alyssa" from ~Jersey Love: Apple Dreams & Release~  is still here, but quietly waiting. I feel she's waiting until Halloween night to cross over. She's happy that her story has been told and the cheeky little thing is even enjoying the comments on my story. Can you imagine how lonely a girl must be with her family completely ignoring her existence, let alone presence? She's finally let up on the sorrowful songs on the radio.  

I still haven't found her loved ones. But she indicates that telling her story is enough for her for now. She's 15 (but likes to think she's 16). She died in a car crash on the way to a Halloween Dance/Party. Her family is so aggrieved that they will not speak of her, nor acknowledge "that I even lived." She's been distressed about it, but has been lightening up ever since I started sharing her story and talking about her and letting her know someone cares.

But now new visitors have arrived and I'm just hoping they will direct their loved ones to me so I can connect for them. It's hard when they are here but there's nothing I can do for them, short of acknowledging them.


It's SNOWING and my mind is now turned towards wintry thoughts and winter story ideas. ;)

I've not only been busy networking for my writing, but also for my Mediumship Consultation. I'm twitterpated on that end too and have also been listed on a couple of Spiritual directories. 

I'd like to share my website link here. It is not my intention to make anyone uncomfortable nor to force my views on anyone. I am just sharing another facet of myself that might help to explain my writing. :) If you think that I could help you or are even curious and have questions, please don't hesitate to contact me.

Ella Quinn - Spirit Connections

Friday, October 21, 2011

~*Jersey Love: Apple Dreams & Release*~ is up!

My Literotica Halloween Contest entry is up!

~*Jersey Love: Apple Dreams & Release*~

Summer love coming to Autumn fruition on the Jersey shore - and as the Veil drops - a long-awaited release

Please feel free to Read, Vote, and/or Comment and Enjoy! :)


Thursday, October 20, 2011

~*Jersey Love: Halloween and Apple Dreams*~ fin.

I finally finished ~*Jersey Love: Halloween and Apple Dreams*~. I don't think I've ever felt so compelled, or written so furiously and intensely as I did with this story. I was like a madwoman on the keyboard.  I had a young, teenage Spirit girl influencing the story and putting her thoughts and emotions into it.

She's not earthbound, but she's in a transition period and can easily project her emotions outward.  For instance, every time I turn the radio on, the song "If I Die Young" by The Band Perry is playing.

I know she's doing that. "My Immortal" by: Evanescence

And "Iris" by Goo Goo Dolls are getting repetitive too.

While this is one of the easiest ways for Spirits to get through to us, through the medium of music, I finally had to ask her to ease up a little when various YouTube videos about grief and loss kept popping up on my screen. She kept saying, "Just write."  I told her if she didn't stop distracting me, I wouldn't be able to finish the story and help her.

Last night she lightened up and today she's but a gentle whisper in my ear.  I was able to complete the story and at 32,000+ words, between this story, and ~*Jersey Summer Love*~, I have my first full novel-length piece.

Do you know? I don't think in the past couple of years with the exception of a few, I have been visited by/nor asked for help from a Spirit younger than 25? I've been distraught.

The little one ares hard. Their age makes it challenging to sometimes get them to understand, but once they are comfortable with you and the angels help out, they go pretty easily and find peace.

Youth on the other hand, are difficult to explain things to and to help cross. They put up more resistance, have more questions. Teens and college-aged kids seem so involved in their Earthly lives even when those lives have ended. They still operate in ego.  This is more in regards to sudden passings. They want to be hanging with their friends, playing their music, sports, being involved, enjoying their bedrooms, their pets, their cars and bikes, and they have a hard time letting go. This is not an all the time thing, it's just something I've noticed.

I couldn't help but notice that with this girl. She's vibrant, but still holding back. I just hope now that the story is complete it will be enough for her to move on. Or someone will read the story and recognize her and acknowledge her. I've done all I can do for her.

I'll share the link to the story once it clears the Submission process for the Halloween contest.

Sunday, October 16, 2011

Update and Jersey Halloween Story...

Sorry I haven't posted in awhile! I've been sick for a couple of weeks. A nasty gum infection compounded things.  I'm on antibiotics now and on the mend.  

In the meantime, I've been busy working on Raina and Logan's continued love story from "Jersey Summer Love." I'm hoping I finish it in time to enter it into Literotica's Halloween Contest.  I have until the 22nd before the contest closes for new submissions. Winners are announced the 29th. Luckily, I am nearing wrap-up time and might just make it.

There are still Shore elements in the story, keeping it a true Jersey tale.  Raina's health issues take a front seat in this story, more than the previous, providing for much of the conflict throughout the story.  But the story has taken a paranormal turn.  Now, if you're a regular reader of my stories or know me personally, it will come as no big surprise that this has occurred.  I follow my characters and plots and when Spirit becomes involved, I let them have their say too.  I've managed to avoid the "haunted house" route and remain respectful of the energies present, as well as use sensitivity and tact in showing a real life portrayal of being a Sensitive.

Which brings me to the next thing that has kept me from all of you.  I'm about to launch my own Mediumship Consultation/Spirit Connection website and business.  I've been feeling the nudge lately that it's time to get myself out there and share my abilities with more people. A lot of people are becoming more open to the healing and peace that can come from Spirit Connection.

I have already had my first official session.  It went really well.  It gave me that last bit of confidence I needed to know this is the right place for me now.  I've gotten great feedback and hope that once I am fully recovered and have my voice back, I will be able to reach those in need and provide them with messages, comfort, and validations from their Loved Ones.

I guess knowing all of this makes it no surprise that my story did in fact take a Spirit-Story turn. The story remains a Romance through and through.  But I'm still debating which Category to place it.  I'm hoping that a disclaimer in the beginning of the story will suffice to warn people.  It really doesn't have enough strong elements of the paranormal to go Non-Human, but might do well Sci-Fi/Fantasy. We'll see.

I hope YOU are all well! I will post a link to the story, once I finish and submit it. Enjoy! :)