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Intro to Blood Slave

Hello Readers! Today I’m going to introduce my latest book. ? Let’s see, I had this idea two or three years ago because I was frustrated about how all vampire stories make them stay in hiding. Think about it. They are essentially at the top of the food chain and they stay secret. How does that make any sense? They would make great kings and queens or whatever rulers fits your fancy.

So, I realize, now that I’ve started talking about it that I should remind everyone that since these ideas are mine and mine alone, they are under copywrite law. If you ask for my permission to use something I’ve written I honestly don’t have a huge problem with it depending on what you’re going to use it for. ALWAYS ask me first. This paragraph doesn’t NOT give permission. I’m just letting everyone know!

Anyway, back to my story. So, I had this question that formulated into an idea. Vampires essentially rule everything (kings and queens style), werewolves are their bodyguards/military/detectives, and the humans are peasants. That’s the basic run down anyway. As with any monarchy there is a hierarchy within these classes.

The Royalty is like any monarchy with their courts and such. Most all of royalty are born vamps meaning a sex happened and they grow normally until they reach like 20 then aging slows down. There are some vamps with no titles that are the turned ones and kind of act like mercenaries and assassins.  Vampirism and Lycanthropy are mutations in a human’s DNA which can be spread in my book. Honestly, I don’t have all of it figured out yet and it may never be all figured out. ?

The Military is like the US military because that’s what I know and what showed up when I google searched it. Haha. So, you have the General, Lt Generals, Major Generals, Colonels, Lt Colonels and so forth. I will be changing the names to something else but I’m still working on that. There are also the specialty squads that do detective work. They’re kind of my favorite squads cause I am such a geek for murder mysteries and cop shows. (Hello Castle, Bones, NCIS, Criminal Minds… do you want me to keep going?) I can’t give too much away. I do want people to actually read my book. ?

Now the peasants are where it gets interesting. I highest “rank” of slavery is called a blood slave. (Squealing with excitement because I honestly LOVE this and can’t wait to share!!!) A blood slave is the personal slave of any ranking vampire. The higher up the royal is the higher up the blood slave is but the less freedoms you have. They get the perks of nice clothes, regular food, a decent place to sleep (depending on how generous their master is or isn’t) but they always must be by their master’s side unless they’re released. Some masters believe that release is death, others just want some privacy occasionally.

Now my main character, Alana, is the crown prince’s blood slave. They’ve grown up together. She’s also a half breed (half human and half werewolf) which is technically illegal. Well it’s illegal to birth and help create a half breed of any kind so, Alana is an orphan. She doesn’t have too many friends because she doesn’t really have to freedom to. It’s a sad existence really but don’t worry it changes early on in the story. ?

Well I don’t think I can say much more without giving away more than I should. I certainly hoped you liked this little intro and as I write more, I will tell you more about it giving some scenes and such. So next week I will have another short story for you guys and next month along with some more short stories I will talk about how to develop characters (there really isn’t a right way but I’ll tell you what works best for me). Well that’s all for now!


Peace in the Rain

Hello my dear readers! Today I’m posting another short story and tomorrow I will be posting again to tell you about my book!!!  I guess I should preface this with I suffer from depression and anxiety and at times things get incredibly hard. Writing these stories, though they are dark, help me through that. Turning my darkness and depression into something that others can enjoy brings me happiness. Anyway, this short story I wrote a while ago from a story prompt I found again on Pinterest. Not sure where it is from, but it was to “end a story/scene with the words I always found peace in the rain.” So here it is! Hope you enjoy!

I make my way through the gray headstones. My suit coat flutters behind me but I don’t feel the wind. I look up and the last of the funeral goers are making their way back to the parking lot away from me.

Good.

No will know I was here.

Clouds darken and mirror the guilt inside me. My burden weighs me down and my steps are harder to take. Finally I reach the fresh dirt marking her grave.

Emily Schwartz. 1992-2008.

A water droplet darkens her headstone and I look at the sky but rain hasn’t fallen, yet. I touch my face and see the tears cling to my fingers, gathering, and falling again on her headstone. My skin is numb. Has been since the accident.

A shout brings me to turn my head and I see Emily’s brother. The way he stalks toward me tells me I should be afraid but all I feel is guilt. He should be angry at me. It’s all my fault. I take a few steps toward him. I’m ready. Punish me for my awful mistake. The mistake that took your sister’s life. I want to say this but my body won’t respond. His red face is shoved into mine and I see his mouth moving but I hear nothing.

Suddenly all I see are the clouds. I hear thunder as my head slams into something, her headstone. I see the rain drops coming at me and hear them hit all around me. I can feel them. My burden is gone, and I realize as everything darkens…

I’ve always found peace in the rain.


Hello, Death, My Love

Hallooo! (said like Tigger) Here we are for a second time! Amazing! Today as promised, kind of, is a short story. It is from a writing prompt found on Pinterest. Yes… I know. I call Pinterest, The Deep Dark Hole because I always spend way more time on there then I intend to. ANYway, it is from the website proptuarium.wordpress.com. The prompt is this: “Death and I have been scandalously intimate for some time now.” And here we go…. ?

July 9, 2020

            I’ve decided to keep a journal. It was his idea, actually. He said he wanted to know my thoughts about our relationship. Silly man. I would do anything for him.

Death and I have been scandalously intimate for some time now. It started innocently enough. He intrigued me. When I turned 25, I started seeking him out. I was clumsy at first. I left that poor person out in the open, but I was just so excited to see him. He walked with me as I’d pick someone out. He even helped me, pointing out who wouldn’t be missed and who would be a low risk to me but as soon as the person’s soul left them, he was gone yet again.

           I’ve gotten much better over the years. My farm hides those poor soul’s bodies very well and even if the Canine Unit comes around, they’ll first find dead animals before they reach people. It’s been quite an adventure. There’s just one problem. I haven’t been on a hunt for a few weeks now, but he’s been around. I love seeing him and talking. You should hear the stories he can tell. I keep wondering if it’s my turn now. I wouldn’t be surprised. The news talks about all the “missing” people I used to talk to him about. I know the FBI is on the case. I’ve left behind an MO apparently. I can’t imagine what they are talking about. Oh, he’s here again!

            “Hello, Death, my love,” I say.

            “Hello.”

            “What brings you here?”

           “Oh, you know, death. As always.” He smiles as we wanders around the room looking at my reminders of all the ones who have brought me closer to him.

            “But whose? You never tell me anymore. I assume it’s mine. I’m the only one here that’s still alive.” I pout at him from my chair. My limbs are old and it’s hard to move too much anymore.

            “Are you sure?” he asks me. He glances at me out of the corner of his eye and it sets my heart fluttering.

            “What? You can’t mean to say the FBI found me. I’ve been too careful. I’ve followed all your instructions. YOU said I would never be caught,” I say, pointing my finger at him.

            “Ah, about that. I’ve realized there’s a better way for us to be together. So, I’ve been leaving behind clues about you, about us, for a while now. It’s all been linked to that very first and messy crime scene, my dear. I’m sorry but it really is for the best.” He walks around as he talks, picking things up and setting them back down.

            “What do you mean?”

            “Well…”

            “How could you not tell me there is a better way for us to be together?!” My frustration and anger propel me out of my chair and towards him. He takes a step back surprised at my outburst.

            “Now, dear, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you I wasn’t sure you would like it. You must get caught. Someone has to pay for these crimes you’ve committed.”

            “I only did it for us,” I whisper. I touch him arm and look longingly into his eyes.

            “Alright,” he says, and he links his arm in mine and leads me back to my chair. “Sit here. The authorities will be here soon. We will be together forever my darling, I promise. Here take this.”

           He hands me the pistol that I used on that first poor soul. The cold metal sits heavy in my hand. It seems to be heavier than I remember or maybe I’m just that frail now. It was an awful long time ago. The door bangs open and men rush in with FBI and SWAT on their chests. I hold up the gun with both hands and watch as the end shakes.

            “You’ll never take me alive,” I say as I squeeze the trigger. I hear the shot, and something hits me. I look down to see blood pouring out of me then up into the black eyes I’ve come to love. I notice a little flame in the back of them as he leans in close.

            “Hello, Death, my love,” I exhale with my last breath.


Hello Readers!

Welcome to MJ’s Literary Theater! I am MJ and super excited to take you on this journey of mine to become a published author.

            Creative writing has always been fun for me. In elementary school I remember writing this short story for Halloween about a girl who just moved into a house and across the street lived a ghost, who inevitably took the life of the girl. It was chock full of the spooky superstitions (house number 13, run down house, etc.) mainly because I read a few of soft thriller books. Funny thing is I can’t stand to watch horror movies (except Supernatural, although I do have a hard time re-watching the first few seasons) but writing them doesn’t bother me. I’m reminded of something one of my good friends from junior high and high school told me when we took a creative writing class. He said he writes about the stuff that scares him to help him not fear it anymore. I have to say it blew my mind that this guy feared anything, but it made a lot of sense. It sparked yet another series of novels I wanted to write but I’m jumping ahead a little bit.

            So, after that amazing little short story, which holds a dear place in my heart, my next big adventure with creative writing was in junior high. I had an amazing English teacher for 7th grade and during our creative writing unit my class was asked to write a short story. The minimum page requirement was 2 pages. I don’t remember how long this assignment went on, but we turned in rough drafts and I had over 20 pages. The look of amazement on my teachers face when she had to make a maximum page requirement makes my life. I believe this was the first time she had to do that.  I wish I still had that original 20+ page story about ants because I don’t remember much else about it. My mom had to help me cut it down to ten pages and that was one of the hardest things I had to do, but after this, I mastered the concept of short stories. My 7th grade English teacher will probably never know how influential she was in turning me towards being a writer, but I will be forever grateful.

            Now in high school I had some ups and downs. I was always creating new worlds and writing about them. I have a binder full of my ideas that I’ve had over the years. I think 11th grade was my most successful year of writing though. My English teacher (yet again) had us write a 50-word blurb about ourselves. Do you know how hard that is? Seriously you should try it. I remember writing it about how I wrote about my dreams or something like that. He was very impressed with it. He even mentioned in class. (Yeah, I was one of THOSE students. Unassuming but a little bit of an overachiever.) This was also the year that I took my creative writing class and I have some awesome poems from it. My favorite is about a girl who went crazy and murdered the people that made her crazy. I’ve always wondered what my teacher thought about it but I’m sure he could see that my soul was crushed. That year, I dated a guy that was manipulative and abusive. It made for some great writing material but, um, it sucked in the long run. I didn’t write at all my senior year and for a while afterwards because I was still processing my trauma. I had to find a way that my writing didn’t involve him.

            After I graduated, I attended one semester of college, got married in the middle of that semester, and got pregnant three months into my marriage. I planned to get pregnant soon but in the happiness of starting a family I forgot my passion for writing. It wasn’t until after my second child was born that I started writing again. I created a new world with new characters, and I fell in love with it. I’ve had an on again, off again relationship with this book. Finding time to write with little kids is hard. I get lost in my writing. I can’t really spend hours writing like I used to when children are interrupting every five minutes. My kids are still little, as I’ve added twins to the mix a little over a year ago, but they’re getting older and I need to reignite my passion.

           So, here we are! Thank you readers for coming on this journey with me. I promise to be real, funny, and hopefully you find me entertaining. I think I am. ?

            Just so you have an idea of what I plan to do with this blog my first month will have three posts of me talking to you and telling you some more things about me and my book, then I plan to post some short stories. Some of these will be new or I might try to tack down some of the short stories mentioned in this post. I know that my ant story is gone. ☹ But I have the other ones that I mentioned (I think) and they will all be updated and revised. Don’t need to subject you to my juvenile writing. ?

            ANYway, I will post again shortly probably with a short story. Until next time!!!