#TuesFlashFicTrain has a new home!

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Hello hello!

So it has been quite some time since I’ve done anything for this flash prompt series. A combination of being overwhelmed with work and just not having the time to dedicate to it led to its being neglected. However, I have good news for those of you hoping it would come back! The Flash Fiction Train is reborn!

If you’ve been following my social media, you’ll know I’ve been doing some work with the wonderful people of Our Write Side. Well, that’s where the Flash Fiction Train is headed next! Its new home is on Fridays as part of Our Write Side’s writing prompts.¬†Though it has a new home, it’ll still be hosted by yours truly ūüôā

So, head on over to the link on Friday and check out the new rules & prompt. Looking forward to seeing you there!

As always, think happy thoughts!


#ThursThreads – Cross-Over!

Happy Thursday!

Didn’t think I’d get around to actually writing a post for today, but here we are. It’s a special treat – a cross-over! Today’s prompt comes courtesy of #ThursThreads.

Prompt: “We are being watched.”

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“We are being watched.” The sensation drips down the back of my neck, every hair standing on end with the awareness of someone’s eyes on me.

“I know.” Marcus whispers his response, though if someone’s watching us, they can probably hear us, too. Both of us maintain an image of relaxation, as we continue to lounge on the couch- my siblings are asleep upstairs. My partner continues to read through some files, while I browse the same old copy of¬†Faustus.


“And you expect me to work with a pair of demons?” The two people seem normal enough – a man and a woman, both sitting in a living room, wrapped up in their own work – and I wouldn’t have thought them demons if Max hadn’t told me so. At my question, the angel removes the scene from my television screen with a wave of their arm. What appears next is a scene in a bedroom with two sleeping children.

“Yes – they’ve been tasked with taking care of these children. They’ll need all the help they can get when it comes time to return them to their mother.” Max leans back in their seat, eyes thoughtful when considering the children on the screen.

“Why were they taken away in the first place?”

“It’s a long story, and you’re not here to ask questions. This is your assignment. I can’t be there when the exchange happens – you’ll be attending in my place.” Really? My mother took my place in purgatory for this?

And we kill two birds with one stone! Hooray for updating¬†Provisional Freedom¬†and Secondhand Soul. Still not sure how I’m going to introduce Paola to Videl and Marcus, but the moment draws nearer.

Be sure to check out the other responses at the prompt throughout the day!

As always, think happy thoughts!

Update: Got an Honorable Mention! Woo!



Diffident angelics

Happy Friday!

And yet another week flies by full of productivity in all the wrong places. Oh well, what can you do? Thanks to all the awesome prompts this week, I’ve gotten nothing done on my novel. Nada, zilch, zero. On the bright side, I’ve made some headway on my serials, which is always pretty cool. Could be worse – I could be getting nothing done at all.

Today’s post (potentially the first if I find time to get up another one later) comes courtesy of Our Write Side’s third Master Class Monday prompt phrase this week, “Diffident angelics.” ¬†I’ve never really used the word diffident so I had to look it up to figure out if I can fit it in anywhere. Turns out, I think I can!

Here goes!


Even though I’m on my way to see Lucifer, I feel like a weight’s been lifted. If I’d known reconciling with Marcus would make me feel this much better, I would have done it sooner. Maybe it’s because I’m in a better mood that I don’t mind when, upon entering Lucifer’s office, he immediately holds up a hand to keep me from speaking before motioning to a chair on the opposite side of the room. Quiet and confused about what’s going on, I simply follow his instructions. Paying me little mind, he turns his attention to a large, wall-sized mirror. In the mirror is a familiar scene, like a reenactment of the ceremony he showed me when my grandmother offered him my soul. Except, instead of a middle aged woman as the main participant, it’s a teenage girl – young, couldn’t be more than maybe¬†fifteen years old.

She’s clearly terrified, but doing her best to put on a brave face.

Lucifer walks into the mirror and appears within their summoning circle, regarding the crowd with a look I can’t quite read. He doesn’t seem pleased, though, I can tell that much. At the sight of him, the crowd bustles, excitement buzzing around the small space. The young girl’s eyes go wide, and now the panic is even more evident.

“How old are you, child?” I’m surprised at the gentle tone in Lucifer’s voice – almost like he’s trying to keep from scaring her even more.

“F-Fourteen.” Again, this girl isn’t fooling anyone.

“And which of these people coaxed you into this?” I¬†definitely wasn’t expecting that. Wouldn’t he be happy to have a soul and be on his way?

The entire room goes still with an anxiety and tension in the air so thick I can almost see it. Wringing her hands, she looks around the room before swallowing and trying to speak again. “No one…”

“Don’t lie to me.” Though his voice is now loaded with menace – who knew lying to him would so easily set him off? – the ire isn’t directed at the now shaking girl. His eyes scan the room of hooded figures, I guess trying to find the one who put her up to this. Again, the girl looks around the room, though this time it’s with pleading, tear-filled eyes. Poor kid.

No one steps forward. A few more moments pass and Lucifer chuckles, but there’s no humor in it.

“At least the kid has a sense of honor and loyalty. But you lot? You would throw her to the fire so easily?”¬†And then the strangest thing I’ve ever seen happens. Lucifer turns his attention back to the young girl, and his eyes soften ¬†–¬†actually soften, reminding me that, in a way, he’s still an angel¬†– before he speaks again. “Maybe in a decade or two, if you’re willing then. As for right now – whatever deal you were thinking of striking with me – I refuse.”

Relief washes over the girl’s face, gratitude in her eyes at this uncharacteristic mercy. She’s smart enough to keep her mouth shut, though, simply bowing her head and stepping back from the circle.

Lucifer addresses the crowd one more time, “I look forward to seeing the rest of you in the future.”

Even I can’t help but smile at the discomfort Lucifer’s words brings the crowd. A moment later Lucifer is back in the office with me, and I steel my face to remove any reaction at what I just saw. It’s odd, but there’s a change in Lucifer, and for a moment his eyes dart to me, as if checking for a reaction. I’m not sure I recognize the expression in his eyes, mostly because I never expected to see it coming from the devil. Is that…hesitance? Insecurity? I know better than to comment on it, so I just stand from my chair and bring the reports to his desk.

“These are the reports you asked for.” I wait a beat as he glances through them before speaking again. “Max reported that my grandmother has made a move?”

“Yes – we’re making preparations to return¬†your siblings, as well as developing a plan to imprison your grandmother now that she’s come out of hiding.” He stacks my reports on his desk before turning back to me. “We think she might try to use your mother’s¬†soul and-”


“Don’t worry – I’ve changed the rules a bit since she offered me yours. Your mother would have to be completely willing and offer it herself.” And the desperation to get her kids back would¬†definitely make her willing. “But we won’t let her make the deal.”

“Like the kid just now?”

Again, that flash of¬†something in his eyes. “Yes. They’ll both need to be inside the summoning circle for the deal, and as long as I don’t accept or refuse, they’re stuck in the circle with me. We’ll use it to trap your grandmother.”

“And how will that work, exactly?”

“You’ll see.” ¬†There’s nothing I hate more than vague reassurances. Still, after what I just witnessed, I can’t¬†help but feel confident that maybe this¬†is going to work.


When the word angelic came up in the prompt, I really didn’t think I’d be inspired to write about the character who, in the beginning, was as much a villain as Videl’s grandmother. Oh well. The end seems to be in sight for this story, so here’s to that!

As always, think happy thoughts!

#ThursThreads – Increased Security

Hello again!

Even as I write this I have no idea how I’m going to incorporate this prompt into one of my serials. Today’s #ThursThreads prompt is throwing me off, so here’s hoping for the best.

Prompt: “It meant increased security.”

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“Are you going to say something or just sit there watching me like a creep?” I couldn’t help the words tumbling from my mouth, but they were making me uncomfortable.

Max raised a thin eyebrow in response, a smirk lighting their expression before they waved a hand and turned off my TV, simultaneously flicking on the lights. I had to shield my eyes from the sudden change, ducking my head into my arms.

“That’s much better.”

“I was starting to think you’re not real.” Images of the angel standing around my hospital room, taking me from my mother in purgatory, already felt like long-forgotten dreams.

“Sorry – it’s not every day we let a soul out of purgatory. It meant increased security and delayed me longer than I anticipated. I could only drop by to check on you before having to run back and make sure the gap we used sealed properly and held up against opportunistic spirits looking for a way out.” They looked tired just thinking about it, running a hand through their hair while walking back and forth across the room.

“Speaking of my release, are you ever going to actually tell me why I’m here?” A part of me wanted to ask if they might know what led to me dying in the first place, but I stopped myself. It’s not like it mattered anyway. “And what abilities am I supposed to have, exactly?”

“I can already tell¬†it’s going to be a joy working with you.”


Maybe next week Paola will get some answers! Be sure to check out the rest of the responses at the prompt link throughout the day – there’s always great stuff to read.

As always, think happy thoughts!

UPDATE: I won with this one! Woo!


#ThursThreads – Ready

Happy Thursday!

Hope everyone’s week has been going well. Surprisingly enough, the writing continues! I’ve even gotten some reading done. Hooray!

Today’s post comes courtesy of ThursThreads. I was hoping to use the prompt to move forward with Ariella, but it was not meant to be.

Ptompt: I was ready.

CW: mentions of suicide


After a day, I was ready to be released from the hospital, desperate to get as far from that place as possible.

Max made themselves scarce during¬†the time I spent with my dad, giving me little to focus on to distract from the sadness in my father’s eyes or the aid assigned to¬†watch¬†me. Then again, being hyper-aware of Max and the fact that I’d just come back from purgatory after apparently attempting suicide wasn’t a comforting alternative.

To be honest, I couldn’t remember much about what happened – only that I definitely¬†wasn’t trying to kill myself. It was my word against what everyone saw, though. That meant being under watch until someone deemed me well enough to be sent home. I did my best to act normal, or as normal as I could given the circumstances. Max popping in now and again¬†made that difficult and only reminded me of how messed up everything was. I couldn’t even ask the angel questions with my dad and the aid watching.

I lost count of the days it took to release me, but they eventually did. Unfortunately for me, being home wasn’t nearly as comforting as I would have hoped. When it came time to sleep in my own bed, I couldn’t bring myself to. My dad didn’t protest when I set up camp in the living room.

Nearly falling asleep to late night cartoons, I practically jumped out of my skin at Max popping up beside the TV.


Forever wondering where this is going.

Be sure to check out the rest of the responses – there’s always good stuff out there to read.

As always, think happy thoughts!

#ThursThreads – Last Time

Happy Thursday!

Didn’t think I’d get a post up today, but here we are! This week has flown by, too. I’m not sure if that’s a good thing, but here’s to the weekend only being a day away!

Today’s prompt, as usual, comes from #ThursThreads. This will be another peek into Paola’s world. She’s much darker – theme-wise – than anyone else. At least, I think so. Not sure how I feel about that. Here’s hoping I can bring her some small moments of happiness, at least, with her resurrection.

Prompt:¬†“That was the last time.”


CW: Implied suicide.


When I come to, it’s to the sound of rushed orders and a high¬†beeeeep¬†mingling with¬†the voices. My eyes are still closed, but I can feel the frantic movement in the room begin to slow.

“There’s nothing more we can do. She’s gone.”

At the voice, I open my eyes, coughing as I struggle to speak. “N-No.”

The room gasps, and everyone’s eyes widen at the sight of me. Behind me, the heart monitor is still showing that I’m dead. I will myself to move, eyes frantically searching the room for Max. Where are they? As if responding to my thoughts, they appear next to me and glance at the machine. No one else sees them, but I follow their gaze as the machine picks back up again, soft¬†beeps marking what should be my heartbeat. I still don’t feel it.

Everything is a blur –¬†it’s a miracle, they say – and I’m eventually whisked off to a private room after they’ve verified that I’m okay – whatever that is.

“I thought that was the last time I’d see you.” My dad’s voice, worn and tired, brings me out of my jumbled thoughts. I’m not really paying attention, but I’m sure he’s been talking for a while now. “I’m really worried about you, Paola. Those pills…”

“It was an accident. I didn’t – didn’t mean to. I wasn’t paying attention to the dosage – picked up the wrong bottle. I’m sorry.” My eyes are glued to Max, hovering unseen beside¬†my dad.


What does Max have in store for Paola, and will she be joining our favorite demons in some witch-hunting shenanigans? Only time will tell because I still have zero clue about where this is going. Ha! Story of my life.

As always, think happy thoughts!

#ThursThreads – Overdose


It also feels like a while since I’ve done a ThursThreads response, so here I am! The best part is that this one moves¬†Provisional Freedom¬†forward. Hooray! I’m still not entirely sure what’s going on here, but it’s starting to come together.

Prompt:¬†“It was probably an overdose.”

Happy reading!

CW: Mentions of suicide


I’m not sure how long we’ve been walking through the tunnels. At no point has it seemed like we’ve been walking at an incline, but my mother assures me that we’re almost to the top, almost out of purgatory. I know better than to ask how she knows.

“Do you want to take a break?” My mother stops, turning to look at me. There’s something in her eyes that makes me uneasy, but I can’t place what it is.

“Sure.” It’s not until I sit down that I register my exhaustion. A heaviness I didn’t notice before settles in my bones, and all I want to do is rest.

“You can sleep, if you want. I’ll wake you up.” She’s still holding my hand, but I’m not sure if it’s for my benefit or hers.

Leaning back against the tunnel wall, I close my eyes and tell myself it’s just to rest them a few moments.

The room is a mess, a reflection of the young woman lying on the crumpled bed. Several people mill about the room, examining every corner. One of them approaches the body Рthe young woman is dead Рand removes a small bottle from the night stand.

“It was probably an overdose, but we won’t know until we get her back to the lab.”

Somewhere in the background, cries break through the low murmur of conversation.

When I open my eyes, I’m not sitting up, but lying with my head in my mother’s lap.

“Time to go.”


Be sure to check out other responses throughout the day! There’s always awesome stuff to read for this prompt series.

Friendly reminder: Trying to finish off this round of #TuesFlashFicTrain! Check out the prompt and hop on board!

As always, think happy thoughts!