Musings in the Dark: May 2019

5/18/2019

Fic Update Alert!

Chapter 2 of my new fic "Switchblade Romance" is ready for consumption.

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Renee and Jaya beamed at Shantreyl.  Simultaneously, they said, “TOLD YOU!”

“Y’all stop,” she said.  “Whoever he is, him buying me a drink doesn’t mean anything.  I don’t even know what he looks like.”

“Yet,” Renee said.  “But you will as soon as you get that Mojito.”

“That may be, but still.  Don’t get your hopes up, all right?  I’m having a good time.  I don’t need any dick to make this night better.”

Renee rolled her eyes and sipped her Long Island.  Okay, sis.”

Jaya stared at her best friend.  “While I’m glad to hear that you enjoy our company, I don’t want you to chicken out.  We agreed that fun will be had, and we’re having fun.  We’re being positive.  A man just bought you a drink.  And you’ll meet him shortly.  If you don’t like him, finish the drink, tell him thanks and move on.”

“All right,” Shantreyl said.  “I can do that.”

5/11/2019

New Fic Alert!

Man, it's good to be writing again.  I'm working on a new fic called Switchblade Romance.  I haven't left the Astronomy Series behind; I've still got some plot points to work out, and it may help me to focus on another story.  This particular fic is over 30 years old.  It was originally written when I was in high school as a birthday gift to one of my besties.

Do enjoy.

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"Jaya said, “Yes, because some man is going to see your fine behind and want it, and we want him to want it, and we need to make sure you can get home in case things go right.  Or wrong.”

“What if he’s a psycho?”

“Don’t be a negative Nancy,” Renee said.  “Let’s be positive about this thing.  If he demonstrates any psycho tendencies, then you run.  If he starts talking crazy, run.  Listen to your instincts.  Or if you change your mind, no harm done.” 

“You’re such an optimist,” Shantreyl said. 

“True,” Renee said.  “But I’m also a realist.  Hold on a moment; I’m going to run and get Mary Jane for you.”  She got up and ran upstairs.

“Who is Mary Jane?”

Jaya said,  “One of her switchblades.  She’s got at least five.  You know Renee and her clandestine love of violence.  I’ve got to make sure she doesn’t pass that on to our child.”

“I heard that,” Renee said, coming back down the stairs.  She walked over to Shantreyl and opened her hand, revealing a pearl-handled switchblade.  “This is Mary Jane.”  Renee pushed the button and a shiny eight-inch blade popped out, sharper than sharp.  “Guaranteed to slit a muffucka open from throat to testicle.”

Jaya smiled while rolling her eyes.  Renee grew up in Stardale.  “My wife is so hood.”"