The Eight O’clock Train

 Hello my fire starters. This short story I written I had submitted for a writing contest. Please let me know how you like it.                 

The crow cawed before the sun rose in the sky. ‘Bad omen’ was the thought that crossed my mind. Normally I wouldn’t care what time I left the house to catch the train but today was different. Today every hair on my body stood on end, my stomach felt constricted with nerves.

This was not going to be any normal day. The sun was scheduled to rise at seven fifteen. It was now seven thirty and the moon was still in the sky. Another bad omen.

I pull out my mental roller deck of prayers to make it safely to my destination.

A cab stopped in front of me.  I would chose to take him instead of waiting for the local bus. Which by my watch was running late.

That was a third sign and yet I still headed on my way to work.

The drive to the train was uneventful. I convinced myself that I had to stop with all the superstitions.  I paid my fare and ran to catch the train before it left the station.

I was just in time to squeeze in before the doors closed.

The train cart looked like any other New York City train cart except for the tall man that stood at the back exit.

I felt him staring before seeing him truthfully. I tried my best to ignore him but I could not shake the feeling that he was not normal. I could not get a good look at him. He seemed to be standing exactly right so that it seemed he was in shadow.

The train made three stops before a man who was living out of his shopping cart entered.

The mysterious man in the back watched the homeless man that entered. The air in the cart seemed stagnant almost enter to be choked by.

The train went into the tunnel and the lights went out for a few moments. No one moved or said a word. All you heard were the train rolling on the tracks and all you felt was the swaying of the cart. It was like we all knew not to move.

Once the lights returned, the homeless guy was slumped over his cart. Looking as if he fell asleep and the mysterious man was standing where he was before the lights went out.

But the air had a foul smell to it. I thought it was the normal odor from a person who had not showered in ages. That was my first thought, then a memory immerged in my mind. “Liver”.

Yes it smelled liked a bloodied liver. I glanced at the man that stood by the door and seen what no one else had noticed. The small puddle that he was standing in. It could have been water if it was raining. It could have been spilled coffee if he had any before I arrived. But I knew it was neither, I quickly turned my head and tried to focus on the movement of the train.

The man started to walk down the aisle. From the far end of the cart to the other. Passing in front of me, leaving dark red drops across my folded legs. He stood in front of the doors opposite a man with his eyes closed and nodding his head to the music he was listening too.

My heart jerked as the trained stopped and the doors opened.

The man left the cart. At that very moment the oblivious passenger that sat where he stood, realized that bloody foot prints made its way off the train.

A scream was let out by a young girl of fifteen as the homeless man fell over exposing his throat that was ripped out and gaping.

What a morning.

I made it into work two hours late due to the police questioning everyone that could have possibly seen the killer.

The need to get out of there as soon as possible was so strong I almost lost the contents of my stomach on the platform. The people who were there in the cart, were a mixture of media hopefuls and annoyed citizens.

I was neither. All I wanted was out. Sargent Lines was the one who questioned me, which felt more like grilling than questioning.

Once the ambulance came to pick up the body, the sergeant let me go. He handed me his card, stating if I could remember anything please call him.

I nodded and left as quickly as I could. The sun finally rose but it was not as bright as normal and the air smelled clean. Which is almost a praise on air quality when you work in the city.

Walking into “Hos. Med. Inc.” was the best feeling ever. I went straight to my office, locked the door behind me, took my goose down coat off and screamed into it until I could scream any longer.

I manage to collapse into my chair and take several deep breaths.

The image of the blood dripping across my lap was etched into my skull. I had to get them off immediately. I had sweat pants in my draw that I stashed for those rare days I would want to go to the gym after work. I quickly pulled out and changed into. I threw the pants in the trash. I did not want to try to save it. My mind will replay the incident every time I pulled it out.

Looking at the clock on my desk, I knew there will have to be explaining to do to my supervisor but I had to get myself together first or else I will fall apart in front of her. I sprayed air freshener in my office to help get rid of the scent of blood that was probably not even there but had to be trapped inside my nose.

It helped slightly. Forcing my mind to do the same ritual it did every day to make me feel a quarter normal was a task on its own.

Finally I was ready to face Lillian Farmer, my manager. She is a five feet, five inch Irish, Pilipino woman. She is absolutely pleasing to the eye until the appearance of the lines.

First her eyes level out and three vertical lines appear between her brow bones. Then her naturally bowed lips almost become as thin as construction paper because she curls them in to bite them. Finally the two vertically deep crest shape lines appear at the side of her mouth.

This all occurs the first few seconds of entering her office.

I took a deep breath. Let it out as slow as I could and knocked on her door.

“Come in.”

As I open the door a swish of hot air goes across my skin.

I stepped in to be greeted by the lines.

“Why are you so late? You are supposed to call to inform me of any delays.”

“I am so sorry. I was being questioned at a crime scene.”

This piqued her interest.

“Crime scene. Did someone get robbed?”

“No actually a homeless man was murdered and they kept everyone who was in the cart there for a while. I could not use my phone because I have lousy service on the subway.”

Something happened to Lillian Farmer. The lines disappeared and a look of enthusiasm appeared. The same looked she gets when she presents one of my ideas as her own and gets praised for it.

“Do they have a picture of the person from the platform cameras?”

“I’m not sure. They did not let us know any of that information.”

“Okay well your excuse for being late is acceptable. You can go get yourself some coffee and get to the data analytic report for the meeting tomorrow.”

I gave her a forced smile and walked out of her office. She proves to me every day that I need to get out of this job.

The staff kitchen was a bit small but it suitable since we have a staff of thirty eight people. The Kureig was being used by Bria.

She always greets everyone with a smile. Bria has been with us a year and the environment had not tainted her a bit.

“Hi, I didn’t see you earlier. Are you working late today?”

When Bria asked you a question you feel it is out of genuine curiosity. There is not a malicious bone in her body and I felt she will not last much longer at this backbiting office.

“I was held up because someone was killed in the cart I was in. But I am fine now. Thank you for asking.” With a slight edge to her voice

Bria stood there looking at me and out of now where gave me a hug. Instinctively every muscle tightened up but I mentally pushed myself to hug her back. Finally she let go and I stepped back just in case the impulse to do that again overcame her.

“I’m so sorry. If you want to talk about it I am a good listener.”

“I appreciate it. All I need is coffee and to get back to work. Please don’t let anyone else know. I do not want to repeat this all day.”

She nodded, turned to the coffee machine and took her coffee. I knew I hurt her feelings but I was emotionally drained.

I hoped she would keep her word and keep silent.

Since that occurrence the rest of the day went along as normal.

The office staff did what needed to be done for the day. Including the gossips, the judgments and the unwanted opinions that were given to others without warning.

I stayed until seven. The seven fifteen train will arrive on time. That is one train that is always punctual.

Lillian had left a few hours ago making sure to tell me in passing that she expected a completed report.

I decided to finish it at home. I just wanted to be in my space. The last person to leave had to lock up so that fell on me.

The sun had brushed a muted orange across the sky. I looked as if the day was worn it out as well and it wanted it to be over or it could just be me projecting how I felt.

I managed to catch the train and get a seat. I had learned my lesson from this morning. I will just keep my awareness of my surrounding at least three feet around me.

With every stop the train made, I made a small mental plea to just get me home safe.

My stop was the next one on the train. I began to breath a little easier. Everyone seemed to be occupied with what they were reading or listening to on their phones.

I tried not to think about this morning but my mind would not allow it. The towering presence he had and the fact that I could not see his face was bothering me.

“Church Avenue. Next stop is…”

I almost missed my stop. I jumped up and bumped into a woman that was blocking the door.

“Excuse me.” I said I hurried out of the door and kept on walking towards the stairs on the north end of the station.

Once out of the station I wanted to run home and lock myself in. That would cause too many people to look in my direction. So I opted to walk quickly.

My apartment is a half a mile away from the station. When the building came into view, I slowed my pace a bit.

“Hey wait up.” A voice I knew too well was calling me from behind. I stopped and waited for Nancy to catch up.

She seemed a little more excited than usual. “What up?”

“I have to tell someone. I was just promoted to assistant director of advertising at my job.” She said bouncing up and down from her news.

“Congratulations, I know how hard you’ve been working lately. You deserve it.”

“Thanks. Let’s go out tonight and get some drinks.”

“Sorry not tonight but I’ll celebrate with you this weekend.”

She seemed a little deflated but she nodded her consent. We walked into the building talking about her promotion and what she was going to do with the extra income.

Nancy had so many dreams that I could not help but smile. ‘Just wait and see what taxes are going to do with all that extra income.’ I thought.

We both gotten off the elevator on the tenth floor. We have been living down the hall from each other for over six years.

We both went to the same high school. She came in on senior year and we hit it off right away.

The colleges we choose were very different. I wanted to do something that had medical influence to it. She on the other hand wanted to be in design.

She graduated with honors and I just passed with a B average.

Once I entered inside the apartment I was greeted with the familiar smell of bake chicken and turnip greens. My stomach felt as if it wanted to come out and feed itself.

“Hi Nona I’m home.”

Nona is my grandmother from my mother’s side of the family. My mother had left me with her when I was eleven years old and went off to live her life. My grandmother, Nona is what I would call her. Could not believe that she would do that but she did.

I received a letter from her when I turned sixteen years old. She apologized for not being in my life but it was for the best that she wasn’t.

I found out later that she was admitted into a hospital for mental illness. She was found in an alley surrounded by dead cats. She thought they were demons trying to suck out her soul.

I asked Nona about it and she just said to pray for her.

After that I never thought about her again.

“Nona…”

“Yes I am in the front room. What is it?”

She was sitting on her favorite multicolored couch that went with the orange area rug that seen too many feet in my opinion.

I sat down beside her and laid my head on her shoulder.

“What is it? You had a hard day with your crazy boss?”

“No. Well yes but that is not it. On my way to work a man was killed in the train cart I was in and I can’t shake the image from my head.”

“Oh, baby. I’m so sorry you had to witness that. Did they catch him?”

“No he left the train before the police came. But it felt like he was staring at me.”

“Did you get to see his face?”

“No which I thought was funny because he seemed to be standing in a shadow.”

Nona was very quiet.

“Now honey tell me something. How was that man killed?”

“He had his throat ripped out.”

Nona’s body trembled a bit.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing why don’t we have dinner. That will make you feel better.”

“Nona I know you better than that.”

She took a deep breath and shook her head. “It maybe just coincidence.”

“What?”

“Well when I just moved here from Richmond Dakota with your mom it was because it was getting too dangerous to live there. First it started out with a man ended up missing and when they found him with his throat ripped out. Then another body turned up. But I heard that they caught the man. So don’t you worry?”

“Well Nona you had me scared to death. They caught him.”

She rose from the semi lumpy couch and went to the kitchen.

I felt like there was something missing from her story.

“What are you not telling me?”

“Your mother had accidentally seen him kill someone.”

Okay my heart dropped. I had to find out who this person is and if he was let out of prison.

I went to my room to grab my lap top and went back to the front.

“Nona what year did this happen?”

“It was over twenty five years ago.”

“Twenty five years makes it 1994. Richmond Dakota murders.”

The newspaper article said that they caught the “Kota” killer. He was a young Caucasian man that lived on the streets after his parents were killed in a fire.

It went on to say that he suffered a psychotic break when he witnessed his younger brother being killed on a drive by.

The judge sentenced him to life. Unfortunately he did not make it to the prison.

On transport his body was found floating in the river. Arms and legs severed.

“Nona did you know they killed him before he even made it to the prison.”

“No I didn’t. So then there is nothing to worry about. This is a different guy.”

“Baby I would feel better if we moved.”

“No, Nona I am not moving. I love living in New York.”

“Really?”

“Well I won’t be chased out of it. I will leave when I am good and ready and not because I was forced out.”

Nona had seen the determination in her granddaughter eyes. She’ll stay but she did not feel safe at all.

A couple of days went by and things went on as usual and I had not seen anything about the murder on the news. I figured that they probably did not consider it big news since it happened to a homeless man.

I woke up late because I gotten caught up in a reality show that had nothing to do with my reality but it did lightened my mood for the night. I could finally get some sleep.

I barely caught the right train this morning and it is normally empty but today it was bustling with people. I hate it when it’s that packed. You cannot even think because people’s internal voice volume is busted.

I managed to stand by the door at the end of the train cart. Once the door closed the two women that was sitting in the seats near where I stood and started having a conversation about their jobs.

“My boss needs to be put on permanent time out.”

“Girl, you around kids too much. (Laughing) You can’t put a grown woman on time out.” (still laughing)

“You do not understand the type of crap she’s pulling. I should have went for that position. I’m doing her job and my job anyway.”

“Then you need to be put on time out.” The friend said while she continued to laugh at her.

Now que the traveling Mariachi band. ‘What is it with today?’ I thought.

I looked at the time it was three minutes to eight and the train was almost at my stop. I decided to look straight forward into the plexy glass windows on the steel doors.

Behind me stood a man who was wearing a hooded sweater. Nothing weird about that, until my stomach began tightening up.

The train stopped in the tunnel and the volume had went up a notch with everyone. He walked down the cart and bumped into this woman.  She wore a tank top and fish net stocking over her shorts. . She had her pink and blue wig that is matted and slightly tilted off her head.

She was clearly not fully there. She pushed him back from bumping her then she turned back and continued speaking to this older guy.

When she waved her left hand in a playful gesture to the man before her, people started to look up. They felt something wet hit some part of their bodies.

A young man that was sitting in platter distance realized that he was being hit with someone’s blood. He looked at the woman and realized she had a finger missing.

“Oh miss. Your finger is gone.” He said and pointed at her hand.

That’s when everyone went out of control in that cart except me and the man who stood at the door at the other end.

He looked at me. This time I could make out that he had a faded mustache and beard. Something that is common on young men.

The train began to move and no one was paying attention to the guy who clearly was the odd one in the cart, o at me since I did not embodied the hysterics that was going on.

“Miss are you alright?”

I heard someone ask but was not sure they were speaking to me. It sounded as if I had head phones on and the sound was muted.

“I think she’s in shock. This train has to get to the station quick.”

As if on que the trained pulled into the station but the conductor did not open the cart doors.

“Are you kidding me they have trapped up inside with this maniac?” A guy said near the woman who lost her finger.

I glance away from him and in that moment he left the cart. He moved in between the two carts and jumped on to the platform.

No one bothered to hold him there. Instead everyone had their phones out recording the events that was before them.

The police arrived quicker than last time. Of course everyone interviewed gave way over the top explanations of what had happened.

The woman was rushed out and into an ambulance. The available police officers searched for the missing finger.

A toddler walked up to his mother to show her the toy he had and she screamed. Causing his little angelic face to turn red in fear. The tears followed behind that.

The officer took what the toddler was holding and it was the woman’s finger.

They tried to ask where he got it but he was scared and it was useless. He was too young.

This time I was not questioned there with the others. I was taken to the police station since I was at the scene of the other crime.

“Miss I find it hard to believe that you only gotten a look at him from his mouth down.”

“He was wearing a black hood. There were people videotaping him leave they probably got a shot of him.”

“We have confiscated all the phones to view. Right now you’re the only clear lead.”

“Anything else you can remember?”

“Yes, he kept staring at me.”

“Like he knew you?”

I just nodded. I wanted to leave and go home. I refused to go to work and deal with my boss after this.

“So that means you got a good look at his eyes?”

“Not really because of the hood. But he was intensely staring. Can I leave now?”

“In a few more minutes. You see you’re the only one who seems to get a look at him yet you don’t have a clear view. I find that odd.”

“What is odd about that?”

“You see him and then he kills people. It’s almost like he wants you to know he’s doing it.”

“So?”

“Maybe it’s someone you know and you don’t know who it is or you know who it is and you’re protecting him.”

“This is crazy. I want to leave now.”

The other officer whispered something in his ear. It was like watching something on television.

“We cannot hold you but we will be watching from you. If he is trying to get your attention by harming people we will probably need you in the future.”

“Need me for what, Bait?”

“Maybe not certain.”

“Oh I’m out of here.”

I stormed out of the precinct, barley noticing what was going on in front of me.

I hailed a yellow cab to take home. I was willing to pay the outrageous fee was going to charge just to avoid the train station.

While I watched the buildings fly by and the people walk as if nothing could harm them. I could not help but to wonder where he was. Is he walking among these people just watching and waiting for the next victim?

I felt the water build up in my eye. Hot tears were released down my cheeks because I could not understand why me?

Why was I the one chosen to see what this man was going to do?

Not only once but twice. I closed my eyes and took a couple of deep breaths. I needed to center myself. The cab ride was long but peaceful.

I went to my apartment and my Nana stood up and ran to me.

“I saw the news. Did you see him again? You did, didn’t you?”

“Yeah.”

“We have to leave. I know you want to stay. But I feel we should go.”

“Nana where would we go?”

“I was thinking Hawaii or Trinidad.”

“What, where? We don’t have money to go to those places.”

“I have saved up enough to start over out there. Anyway there is not much starting over for me. But as long as you’re safe I will be happy.”

I cannot believe what she is saying to me. Not only did she want to leave, she is willing to leave the United States.

“Nana I want you to calm down. They will catch the guy.”

“Oh honey I heard the crows this morning. I knew something bad was going to happen. We have to leave.”

I know it was a superstation but it seems like the crows are a warning.

“I’m going to my room and get some rest.”

 I went straight to my room and just flopped on the bed. I did not know when I fell asleep but I was in a dream.

I dreamt of his eyes and then the birds. What was the connection?

He stood in shadow and he attacks only the homeless?

Suddenly as if on speed, my dream fell upon his cloths. His clothes were not clean and severely worn. A smell came to me. A familiar smell. Like something sweet, something you would smell in the morning.

I looked up, I heard a voice. “I see you.”

The dream took me out side of my job. The security gaurds were joking around and a young man came up to me and ask for spare change.

I was able to find some and gave it to him. Then I heard my boss’s voice say, “What a waste?”

I told her, “It was not a waste.”

“She said “You’re the waste.” Then she started laughing.

The crow flew back into my dream and cawed very loudly.

I woke up in a sweat. I had a feeling I knew who it could be.

I should call the police, but something seemed to be nudging me not to get them involved yet.

I decided I was going to the train station. It was five fifteen. I’m sure he’s here.

The trains were crowed with everyone getting off work and rushing home. I managed to get on one. It made at least seven stops before he came on.

A young man asking for money to help him get something to eat.

“Why don’t you get a job or go to a shelter?” A man mumbled while he was reading.

“Are you willing to give me a job?”

He kept ignoring him. He walked from one end of the cart, to the other end. As he walked towards me, I took out thirty cents and gave it to him. I managed to get a good look at him and realized he was not the one.

“Thank you miss.” He said with his head bowed.

“Why don’t you get some help?”

“I help myself and I try to help others who can’t help themselves.”

“How are you able to help others?”

“Just because I ask for help does not mean I cannot help. You’re a good person but you work for someone who enjoys others pain. Why? Why help me when you do not help yourself? I have to go.”

He seemed very uneasy with talking to me. It was easier to ask for money, I guess. I looked at his cloths and he was wearing old jeans and t-shirt. His sneakers seemed alright. There was no hooded sweater at all.

When he left I smelled cherries? That was the smell in my dreams. But the guy who’s killing is taller than him. But he is connected somehow. I’m sure of it.

I decided to get off and go to the precinct. I found the detective speaking to a woman who looked as if she just was attacked.

“Listen I had to protect what’s mine and if she thinks he would leave me for her, she better thinks again.”

“Okay calm down miss. Just tell me what happened.”

I found a bench and sat down for a while. When he was finished with her, he noticed I was there waiting.

“So, did you remember anything?”

“Actually, I did. I think it a homeless guy that askes for money on the train.”

“That makes no sense. Why will a homeless man kill another homeless guy or cut a homeless woman’s finger off?”

“I don’t know but I think it’s him.” I told him what happened, and he did not feel like he was the guy but he decided it was time to use me as bait. I had my reservations about it.

The time was seven thirty-five and they wanted me on the train. I told them it only happens in the morning. The detective told me that this guy is probably following me and since he struck at eight, he may do it again at eight in the night.

I didn’t want anyone to be hurt so I agreed to try and get him.

I sat in the same cart with the conductor. It seems at this time the cart was buzzing with people meeting up to go to a bar.

I closed my eyes and tried to stay calm. There it was the smell. The cherry smells. He was there. I kept my eyes closed for a few more minutes.

“I know how invisible you feel. I will make everyone see you.” The voice whispered next to my ear. He never spoke to me before. I know that voice.

I opened my eyes and seen he was walking down the cart. He wore the black hooded sweater and dirty worn black sweat pants.

The train jolted and he bumped into a Hispanic man standing near the door.

He wore blue shirt and blue jeans. He was carrying a book bag over his shoulder.

He backed away and kept walking. The guy was bleeding on his side.

A girl noticed it too and pulled out her phone. The guy slowly fell forward from the shock, where was the police?

Other people took out their phones and someone had the guts to pull the emergency break.

Three men blocked his way trying to stay clear of the knife. I seen a couple of officers running in the other cart. They tried opening the door, but it seemed locked.

The man on the right a slightly think male, slightly balding and wearing a black shirt and matching jeans. The second guy was taller wore glasses and looked a bit more nervous than the other two men. The last guy looked like he was the one who would make the move to take him down. The police still could not get in.

The guy felt cornered and he swung the knife wildly. The cell phones were out and one woman was talking into it describing what was happening.

I went to him and decided to try to get him to give up the knife.

“Why don’t you just give up? There is no way out of here.”

The guy looked at all three men and dived for the shorter one.

The three men managed to get a hold of him and pinned him down. The shorter man stood up and discover that the knife was still stuck in his side.

They pulled down his hood and it was Crawford. One of the employees at the office.

“Crawford? What are you doing?”

The conductor finally unlocked the door for the police to get in.

“Crawford Why?”

“I am so tired of these people always begging for money. I had nothing and got myself out of it. These people don’t even try.”

“What’s the whole thing about, I know how invisible you feel? I’ll make everyone see you?”

“You cower down when the boss is around. You make yourself look so insignificant. I was going to make that psycho of a boss look up to you.”

“Crawford, you’re an idiot.”

The train started moving into the next station. The police took everyone statements and asked for all the phones to be turned off since this is an active crime scene.

I still had a bad feeling. What did the homeless guy mean by, I don’t help myself? I just did. I became bait for the police department.

After giving another statement to the police I was allowed to go home. Two officers escorted me out the door because all the news station had gotten a hold of the story.

I was able to get into a cab. This time the police department paid for my ride home.

Once inside I told my Nana what happened and she broke down and cried. My heart was breaking the more she sobbed. She said that her life would have been over if I was killed or hurt by this man.

She was great at guilt and I guess I did deserve it. It took me at least an hour to calm her down. I made her some tea and she took a couple of aspirin from the headache that came on from her crying.

I laid their on my soft bed and felt relaxed for the first time in a long time. I fell to sleep and what I could remember was the man’s words, “Why don’t you help yourself?”

I woke with a start. I could have sworn someone had spoken the words to me. The clock was about to ring anyway. I did my normal routine and went to work.

I walked into twenty eyes set on me. I knew this had to be because of me not coming in yesterday and Crawford being arrested for murder.

I put my things down in my office. Took a couple of deep breaths and went to Lillian’s office.

Have you ever seen an angry dog? How intense the stare is?

“You did not call out and you left me to fend for myself in the meeting.” She said in a low menacing voice.

“I’m sorry but I was not-“

“No you were not thinking as usual. Go to work and pick up Crawford’s slack until we can find a suitable replacement.”

I looked out the window and a crow was perched on the ledge.

“No. I done with this crap. I am your assistant not your slave. You take credit for my work and enjoy my misery. You’re really a sick human being. I did not realize how bad you were until you enjoyed the death of that man on the train.”

“Mali before you go too far and get fired. Go to your office and get to work.”

“No. I’m done here.”

“You’ll get no recommendation from me.”

“Don’t need or want it. I’m leaving. I guess you have work to do.”

I turned and walk away. I walked out of that place breathing easier than I ever had.

As I stepped off the side walk to cross the street a dove flew by and a smile appeared on my face.

A thought came to my mind. ‘He really did help me with no money.’

I promised

Hello my fire starters. I have promised to get back to you about The Heat Scale. There are four short stories that I will sum up for you.

1st The Search for Fantasia = the grandchildren of two well known botananous set out in search for the illusive fantasia flower and on the way a heated romance begins to bloom.

2nd  Malice Access Granted= Moved away from a neighborhood that caused his broken heart, to return to find another’s heart that beats for him, Latrice.

3rd Shadow = Collecting money from a dead beat for his family normally is a bore. Not this time. A shapely secretary, Cevy, not only entered his thoughts but aroused his body.

4th Treatment Requested = Just because your a multimillionaire does not secure you love and having a family that is big on family, no wonder Mari ran away and ran into the very thing that could cure her loneliness.

So these four short stories aim to please. I will be setting up a give away. So stay tuned. If you can not wait it’s available on amazon. Kindle unlimited users it’s $0.00 and for hard cover it’s 3.58.

Can I be a stripper Carlie story Pt. 3 Adult/R-rated

Here we go ladies and gents. This is where my life had to take one path on a road that had a fork in it. I went to visit my mother in the hospital and I felt as if my heart was beating against my chest like a fist.

The hospitals billing manager came in to speak to me while my mom was getting attended to. The over all bill was ridiculously high and the fact that my mother’s insurance was only paying partial did not help all that much.

I went home and did the only thing that my brain would allow me to do. Break down in hysterics. After I cried and broke a couple of things, I calmed down and stared at the bottle of vodka that had been sitting on my shelf in the corner for over a year. I really did not like vodka but it did the trick at mellowing me out.

At this point I called Lettie and made arrangement to meet her the next day for lessons. I had to figure out how I was going to get a regular paying job and do the stripping on the side. I needed money.

I didn’t bother calling heckle and jeckle over because they would just try to did tract me from the reality of my situation. I must have called ten places for a job and landed one interview. That would be in two days.

So I had a lesson and a job interview. Things started to feel a little bit easier.
Going over to a stranger house for stripper lesson should have raised a red flag but of course I  decided to check  it out anyway.

First thing is first when your inner alarm tells you to turn around. Listen to it. She lived in an four story apartment complex. I went to her apartment door and it opened automatically. A woman with a white blonde wig stood in front of me with a tube top and ass hugging shorts on.

Hi I am Lettie, come in. She walked in front of me and I know she was purposely swinging her ass harder left to right to catch my attention. Little did she know I do not go down on Boston cream way.

Looking around she did not have much furniture but it was clean and quiet.

Lettie sat down on a big fluffy cushion on the floor. “So lets not waist time I have to be some where in an hour.”

“You think it will be quick then?”

“Girl a lap dance is dry fucking. It’s either your good at it or bad at it.”

That statement should have had me walk out but the bills kept flashing through my mind.

“Look you sit and watch me. Your the customer and I am the dancer.” Lettie put on some music from her itouch and started to move. She did not lie. She was literally swerving and grinding as if she was trying to have sex.

“Now here is where things get tricky. Usually the customer is excited and aroused. In that back room where no one see’s what going on. It is up to you where you pump the breaks or if you go full throttle a head. If you go full throttle I do have a doctor you should see to make sure your alright down there.”

“Okay, not going full throttle. I just need to make money to pay the bills.”

“Well then stand up and dance. Let me see where you need improvement.”

I stayed at her place dancing and learning what is my best angle and how to look at every customer as if they were the only customer I had for the entire evening. I gave her the money she asked for and left as fast as I could. The vibe she was putting off was getting a bit too intense for my liking.

(Now if your not reading click off because I wouldn’t be at this point.)

I went to work that night and everything was going well and I had my first back room customer. Let’s call him jet.

Jet looked like he was in his fifties and had more drinks than he could handle. Well he wanted to go in the back room. I closed the door for privacy and he immediately sat on the lounge chair.

I began to dance remembering what Lettie said. Jet out of the blue asked,’ Can I cum on your leg.”

I said “No!”

He continued to beg and plead and offered to give me a hundred and fifty dollars if I allowed him to jerk off and cum on my leg.

Honestly I was disgusted but I needed the money and I seen there were wipes in the rooms. I gave in and continued dancing as he worked himself up. All I felt was the spray of warm cum down my leg.

He cleaned him self up and put his dick away and handed me the money. After he left I swore that was the first and last time and cleaned my leg off.

I left the room and danced the rest of the night but I turned down offers to go back to the rooms.

Later that night as I walked to my car, the guy that came on my leg was waiting for me.

I  turned around and went back inside and told the bouncer. He went out there and got rid of the guy. This should have been the clue to stop but I just couldn’t I needed the money.

I had gotten the job as a bartender later on that week. I worked three months straight bartending in the day and stripping at night.

One night Mather called me to his office and told me that he did not think that I was a good fit for the club any more. I was not pulling the right amount of money and I looked exhausted. I normally would have put up a fight but I had pulled in enough money to pay off my bills.

“Alright that cool.” I said then I turned to leave.

“Wait.”

I turned back around and Mathew walked from around his desk to me in seconds. “Now that you don’t work here how about I take you out.”

I stood there staring at this man who I fantasized about numerous times and masturbated to even more, was asking me out.

“So that was your deal hugh?”

Before I could think Mathew kissed me deep and hard. His body was so firm I damn near came on myself.

“So your answer is?”

“Hell ya.”

So was I cut out to be a  stripper? Yes. But do I want to?

I hope you all enjoyed Charlie short snippet of her stripper life. If you did please leave a comment and like it. Until next we burn. Fia

Seven Deaths pt 2

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The Beginning
In the beginning there was no light as you all were told and read in your ancient texts. My beginning was dim with swirls of muted color. With human eyes the colors would have seemed as bright as a glittering drop of dew resting on a crystal in the sun. To us it was perfect.
I came into real consciousness when I reached the age of 50. Which is considered midlife in your society but it is considered teenager or pre-adulthood. What came before is irrelevant to the story.
I recall everything started on the third rise of the forth planet. I had awaken with so many things I had to accomplish for the day. I recalled this because in hind sight I only gotten two things accomplished that day.
My family are the line of YUN. There are ten prestigious lines in our world. The YUN were still considered new money as you would say since we rose in standings only two millennia’s ago. Then there are the Cur, The Ghyn, The Ju, The Ove, The Cace, The Abro, The Lini, The Ney, and The Anvi.
It is very important that I tell you these lines so you will be able to follow what had occurred.
I had risen, Thrown on my cloths; which is called a toga in your history books; and ran to the communal bath.
Atache and Skets were already there playing around instead of getting clean. I did not have time for the brother’s foolishness.
“Hey Comi, you’re early today.” Said Sket as he turned towards me.
“I have things to do Sket’s. So I have to hurry.”
Atache turned baring his radiant skin on his adolescent throat. At the time I did not pay any attention to his preening. I never imagined myself to be attached to anyone until I reached full second cycle of adulthood at 200. So he wasted his preening on me. Besides he was like a brother to me and I could never see him as anything else.
“Do you want company?”
“Actually, No. I need to do this on my own. Greetings Atache since you seem like you cannot greet me.”
“I can greet you but you were talking to Sket. Greetings Comi.”
“It sounds juicy Comi, tell us where you are going.”
I gave sket’s a look that would have made any servant bow down their heads in shame. Since Sket’s and Atache are from the Lini line, they do not bow down to females ever. Even though we hold the same status in society.
Sket and Atache look almost identical even though Atache is older. There personalities were fairly similar except that Atache has a seriousness to him that made him seem older than everyone.
My attention drew to Atache. He had grown a bit and gained mass lately. His hair had grown a little longer and the Lini streak of cornelian was becoming prominent at the right side of his head within his cornflower hair. His eyes were becoming brighter as well. He continued to cleanse himself turned away from me.
I could not figure out when he started to change around me. We were very close. So close, we even tasted each other life force when we were younger. I rushed to get cleaned up and leave the two brother’s to clean themselves.
As humans the first question your mind had probably popped up was, “are you naked?”
Of course we were unclothed while cleansing. We do not start having communal baths until we are close to our first adult cycle at 100 or 95 years of age. Come to think of it Atache was coming into his first adult cycle then.
As I ran out of the baths I kept my plans to myself. It was quite important at the time. After living several life times, I see it was not important at all.

I hope you are enjoying part 2 of the Seven deaths. Please comment and Star. Telling a friend is the greatest form of flatter. Until next we meet. Fia

Update on writing posts!

So the story I just started call How many times must I die. Will be changed to Seven Deaths. It suits the story line better. Also you will see that I posts different pics of the character and you may get confused as to why I switch the main character looks. That will be explained as well in the  story.

As for The Call of the Dhampir I am at the mid to end point of that story so do not worry I did not drop the ball. It is taking time to figure out where everyone will end up.

As always I do love feed backs and star if you like what I have written. Other surprises will be announced. I am so excited.

Until next we meet. Keep it burning. (I do not own picture)

Wicked Wednesday is back

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Hello to all my fire starters out there. I am sorry that I have left you so long that the fire has died down to ash. Let’s throw some new longs on the fire shall we. Fia is ready to set it a blaze.

Q: Fia I hope you have not permantly stopped with your site. Here is my Q that needs your A urgently. My problem is Dryness. Yes I am so dry when I has sex with my friend that I have to have lube. Now just recently I had oral sex with another friend of mine. (Which his/her tongue should be length checked) I was sooo wet he said it was more than a mouth full. WTF? I am confused help.

A: How long is that tongue honey? Got me wondering. Here is what I think is happening. The first guy is on go with out trying to push your button to see if your ready. Forplay is the BEST play. It sends the signals that you are about to get it on, get it poppin, get something. Now there are people who have a depleated estrogen supply and that has to be brought to your doctor’s attention but if it’s whamo and your as dry as burnt toast it’s not cute. Your gonna get hurt and emotionally it does not make you feel like your worth his time to get you aroused. You need to talk to him and see what is his/her problem?

Q: How contageous is Herpies?

A: Very.

Q: I went out on a casual dinner with a friend and I was not looking to have anything go further than that. It was nice so I gave the person my number. Now the person will not stop calling me. How can I let this person down nice?

A: First why did you give your number? Everyone gives out fake numbers and you had to be the honest one. Just be truthful. You had a good time but that was it you do not want anything more and please loose your number. Then block this person’s number. (Hopefully it was a cell phone number.)

Q: Please take this seriously even though I know it’s funny as hell. I was with my girl and my back went out when I was on top so I pulled out . My girl said it was ok and proceeded to take out a vibrator to finish what we started. Now I am a fair nice size but her sh– was huge. I am feeling some kind of way. Should I just leave it alone or confront her about it?

A: Your back went out? Wooo. What is bothering you? The fact she had a vibrator or that it was huge? Talk to her about it but don’t confront her. Your her  man not her father. If she is still having sex with you then you are satisfying her or she would be having a talk with you.

So I hope the fire is blazzzzing. If you have any questions you want answered and do not want to post it publicly here. Please email me at fianaturie1@gmail.com. Until next time keep it lit.

Getting to know you. Tcotd#22

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The night went on with everyone watching and whispering about Jaqueline and Bran. the couple looked compatible but are they really only time will tell.

“So now you know who I am, does that change your view of me?”

Jaqueline gave him a slight smile and thought out what she wanted to say, instead of talking in the heat of the moment.

“The view I have of you is pleasing to the eye but the keeping of important information has tainted the vision a bit.”

He was impressed by what she said. There was more to Jaquelin than he anticipated. He decided to see if this is for show. They are now engaged and the crowd would understand if they stepped out of their prying eyes for a bit.

He made sure it was alright with Makalo before escorting her to his study to get to know her a bit.

Jaqueline steadied her breathing to show she was in control of her self. She had to admit that he was definatly affecting her womanly parts in a way that is not proper. She really did not care mind you. She was willing to give herself away a day or two ago. Now she was glad that her father had rudly interrupted.

“So what must I do to clear your vision of me, Jaqueline?”

“So you bring me into my father study to clear the view? Well a keeper of secrets is not going to clear it up. So is there any secrets you would like to tell.”

“Oh so I must spill a little blood and you get to keep all yours.” He said smiling at her as he sat on the lounge.

“Well what is it you would like to know about me?”

“I know the basics. You were sheltered from vampiric life. You were given blood and never hunted for it. Your innocents is palatable. What I want to know is what goes through your mind as you drink blood that is handed to you?”

“Excuse me?”

“Do you crave the hunt? Do you want to take those pretty little fangs and sink them into supple skin or taunt skin?”

“If your inquiring do I prefer my own sex instead of the male. Well I am on the fence with that. Like you said I am sheltered and not quit sure what I stir too. Wouldn’t that cause a problem if I crave my sex instead of yours?”

“On the contrary.”

Jaqueline looked at him questioningly. “You prefer both?”

Bran smiled and gave a nod. “But that is only for blood letting. I do crave a female under, over, standing etc… me.”

Leaving off what the etc… could be had her mind in all kinds of predicaments.

“So once we are married I should expect both sexes to go through our doors.”

“Not for a while. I am fascinated by you. I want you to taste me and lonely me for days.”

Everyone knew that blood and orgasms were connected and the fact he admitted to wanting to keep her in orgasmic bliss caused her fangs to ache.

“So is that clear enough for you Jaquelin? You know what I want at least between us.”

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Ever since Adorjan and Creya had gotten together it was starting to get on Leo’s nerves.

Ukr with held the information of where to locate the crimson light. The three of them stayed of three days before Leo’s temper took hold.

“Listen Ukr we have stayed here. Eaten your food and kept you company. Now we need to know where the Crimson light is. Time is ticking and the boys life is at stake.”

Adorjan hated the fact he called him a boy. But was he not acting like one by not answering him?

Ukr sat in his seat reading old parchments that seemed as if it wanted to disintegrate.

“I can not tell you how to get the Crimson light. I will tell you were you can locate it.”

“Well that ‘s better than nothing.” Leo said as he walked closer to the old man.

“You, Adorjan must go to the cave at the north east of my home. there you will see a gate. On the gate is three locks. You must figure the puzzle of the locks to open the gate.

Once inside the ground will guide you. You must not take a step because once you take that step it will guide you to a place that you will never be seen again.

Once it takes you to the room. A question will be asked and a decision must be made. You decide right you will have it. You decide wrong it will have you.”

Ukr closed the parchment and placed it beside him.

“You two will have to stay here.”

Creya did not like this news but she knew when things deviate from the path things go wrong.

“When does he go?” She asked

“He can levee now if he wishes.”

“Go Dammit. I’ll occupy Creya while your gone.” Leo said as he glared at her.

“What? Like hell you will.”

Ukr stood knowing the vampire was only teasing Adorjan but his emotions for the girl may cause a problem.

“Adorjan I will lead you part of the way.”

He nodded and looked at Creya. The last few days he had become attached to her and he could not see himself with out her. He leaned over and gave her a kiss good bye.

“Just go and hurry it up.” Leo announced.

Once they were out of the house Ukr felt he needed to impart information that may help.

“Listen you must keep your emotions in check. I know magic and this is old magic. Stronger than I ever encountered. You need to stay focus and do what must be done.”

“I will get the Crimson Light.”

“Either way your life depends on it.”

Adorjan looked at the man and knew he was either going to die getting it or die defending himself from Abella.

Hello fire starters it’s has been awhile with the cast and crew of The Call of the Dhampir. I hope your enjoying it so far. please like and subscribe and comment. Until next time let the fires keep burning.

What is up with Fia?

Hello my fire starters. I hope all of you are keeping that fire burning. I wanted to give you all a bit of what are you are up to post.

So I am trying my hand at murder, mystery story. I do not want any of my followers to think I am going to stop writing my fantasy, or erotic stories. At the moment I have invested a lot of my time in a fantasy mystery book. Which I hope to finish by the end of spring.

But “The Eight O’clock Train” post seemed to want to come out. It is happening in today’s world. No fantasy ,so I am going to push my imagination to it’s  limits. Where will it go. ARRG!

The call of the Dhamper is still going and I am pleased with it. There is an end to that story but I am still developing the characters which is hard when I did not want it to go on too long. 

Also I will be announcing something very soon that I hope will be received by people well. We will see. Nothing ventured nothing gained. Right?

So that is all so far. Keep the fire burning Fire starters. Fia xoxo

Her 200th Birthday celebration{tcotd#19}

“I so hate being part of this family. Why did he come and get me? He never once cared if I lived or died.” She said as she paced back and forth in her room.

Abella walked in to see an agitated Jaqueline. She was normally a very quite child. Even though that was over two hundred years ago since she had been considered a child and now tonight they celebrate her two hundredth birth day.

“Why are you not happy? Tonight is for you?” Abella asked realizing that she did not even noticed that she entered her room.

“Oh mother your here. Makalo is being unreasonable.”

“Makalo please do not think your saying your father’s name as if you are a friend and not his offspring is acceptable on any account. What is he being unreasonable about?”

“Did you know I have been arranged to be married?” She looked at Abella for some sign of hope that she did not.

“Yes I set it up myself. That is how it is done with us.” Abella stated.

“Well unarranged it. I will not be shoved to an unknown male because it is how it is done.”

Abella was getting bored with the theatrics. She went and sat down on the chase chair in the corner so she did not have to stand any longer.

“Why will I unarranged this?”

“Because I am in love with another, Mica.”

“Your in love?” Abella laughed. “Does your heart race when he’s near? So loud that it drowns out the sounds of every thing else. Do your gums ache to sink into his young taunt flesh? Does your flesh burn to be close to his, as close as possible.”

Jacqueline turned away ashamed of her reactions toward him that her mother was describing.

“That is not love. You have hit your two hundredth year. The G hormone is being released into your system. Regular blood will not curb this hunger. You mate with this male of your and he will not survive. this gene is injected into his blood as you feed. It his blood does not  accept your gene he will die instantly and you will be paralyzed until his blood gets out of your system.”

“What?” Jacqueline looked into Abella’s eyes and knew she was not lying to her. “So that is how you and father were joined?”

“Yes his body can accepted my gene.”

Jacqueline sat on her bed defeated. Her head bent and droplets of tears moistened her exposed cleavage.

“There is no need to cry. You will be meeting your betrothed tonight. Clear the tears away and you must stand tall. Do not show sign of weakness or else he will walk all over you. Do you understand me?”

Abella wanted her to succeed in the mating. It would link their nests together crating the largest in the world. Her mate was known to through weak women out the window. She must remember what she had taught her over the years.

“Now stand and be who you were taught to be.”

“How do you know he will survive. We took a drop from your body and his and seen that it was compatible. He will be able to survive the blood transfer.”

“But it is the gene not blood.”

“Trust me it will work.”

Jacqueline nodded and proceeded to get ready for the party. She swore she will kill her father and mother for doing this to her. She may even kill her mate.

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“Mmmm, that feels so good.” Creya said as she stretched out her muscles when she gotten up from the table.

She did not even notice that Adorjan could not keep his eyes off her. But Ukr did notice and he noticed that the other male was watching Adojan. There was something that was happening between the three of them and he did not know what part he played in this but he had a feeling he should speak to Andorjan alone.

“Minnie your cooking was exceptional.” Creya said.

Mini just smiled and nodded her head in thanks.

“Adorjan I would like to speak to you alone. Let’s take a walk.”

“I don’t think that is wise?”

“I did not ask what you thought about it?” Ukr said as he walked towards the front door expecting Adorjan to follow.

Adorjan looked at the both of them and rose from his seat. He followed Ukr out the door into the warm night air.

“I see the way you look at the female and I see the way the other male looks at you. Is there a problem?”

Adorjan did not know him well enough to confined in him.

Ukr could see his hesitation so he grabbed hold of his hand and the information poured into him.

“So I see. You want her be he has pronounced a claim to her.”

Adorjan pulled his had away. “How did you see that?”

“To long to explain so I will not waste time. Young man by the way she is stretching  and slightly tilting her neck towards you she wants you.”

“Tilting her neck?”

“She is a shifter. What kind I am not sure but they all show signs of when they are ready to mate.”

Adorjan felt out of place and uncomfortable. she was showing signs and he wasn’t sure it was for him.

“I know you fear your inexperience will cause something detrimental to happen. So I will let you in on a secret. My home binds all abilities. You will not kill her or she you.”

“But what of Leo?”

“It binds all who enters my home. Right now he is trying to figure out how he can not hear what we are talking about. So I will leave you to your thoughts. Tonight is a beautiful night. ” Ukr said as he went inside.

‘I can be with her with out killing her.’ Adorjan thought. He managed to muster the confidence to enter the house once again. He noticed that Creya was sitting alone on the couch and Leo was not hovering around her.

He walked over to her and he noticed that Leo was in the corner of the room staring at Creya hungrily.

“I have to leave for a while. Creya watch Adorjan and call me if you need help.” Leo said as he stormed past him.

“I am not going to change.”

“Just being cautious.” Leo said then stormed out of the house.

This was his chance. He hoped he did not screw it up.

Are your anticipating the party mystery man or the night of all nights for Adorjan and Creya? Like, subscribe, and comment. Love to hear from you. Fia xoxox

Have you lost you Mind?

Hello and how are you? Well obviously this is a have you lost your mind moment. This morning I have heard on the news of a Dating  Contract.

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Has life really come down to this, that everything needs to be put down on paper and made legally binding? I mean you are even specifying where you can go on a date and how much you can contribute. I am shocked. What happen to surprise me on where we are going? Now it’s how much should I bring and how much tip are you putting in. I just don’t know.

What are your thoughts on this? I really would like to know.

Until next time. Fia xoxox