Sunday, June 26, 2016

Silent Sunday




*How to Walk Yourself*



Thursday, June 23, 2016

Throwback Thursday Tunes




Now we're talking! I do love me some Billy Idol. Enjoy White Wedding as only Mr. Idol can sing it. Feel free to roll a lip as you sing along.



Monday, June 20, 2016

Tuesday Tales - Toes



Hello! It`s time for Tuesday Tales.




 It's time to have more zombie fun! Today we have another excerpt from my LGBTQ zom-rom-com Two Guys Walk Into an Apocalypse 4 - Zombies, Zendra, and Ziegfeld Follies.

 This story contains crude language, gore because of the darn zombies, and gay sexual situations. If that offends now would be the time to move onto another Tuesday Tales offering.  Our word prompt for the week is "Toes".

Don`t forget to visit the other talented Tuesday Tales authors. Thanks for stopping by!




The small mining town of Port Grey sat in the distance. Joe, Tink, and me all studied it carefully, Joe from behind our lone set of binoculars. One did not simply drive into a town anymore and ask where the nearest Holiday Inn was. Now you crept up on a town or village, much like a cur trying to steal a bone from another dog. While this lovely little village looked peaceful, it could house hundreds of Phobies or other survivors who did not share the fine moral convictions that we at Fort Acceptance held.

"Looks like it's dead." Joe lowered the binoculars and looked over at me. "We should scout the perimeter just to make sure."

Tink and I both agreed and slipped out of the truck. Joe pulled off the road and parked the F-10 behind a stand of towering lodge pole pine trees. We split up to approach the tiny town from three different angles. A finger of fear ran down my spine to my toes as I crept closer to what appeared to be a second-hand clothing shop. I peeked around the corner of the building. A bird flittered down to the lawn to pick among the mud. My gun rested on my left wrist as I hustled around the store looking for entrance. The tiny brown bird took to wing as I trotted past.

I found a side entrance and discovered a locked door. There was also one of those outdoor smoking receptacles. I wrinkled my nose at the stink as a fine line of grey cigarette smoke wafted out of the smoker`s station. My eyes widened when I put two and two together.  Joe, Tink or I did not smoke. I flicked off the safety of my Smith & Wesson, my heart now hammering inside my ribs.



Copyright 2016 ©by V.L. Locey

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Sunday, June 19, 2016

Friday, June 17, 2016

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Thursday, June 16, 2016

Throwback Thursday Tunes




Old Blue Eyes classic Love and Marriage. Need I say more?


Monday, June 13, 2016

Tuesday Tales - Candy




Hello! It`s time for Tuesday Tales.




 It's time to have more zombie fun! Today we have another excerpt from my LGBTQ zom-rom-com Two Guys Walk Into an Apocalypse 4 - Zombies, Zendra, and Ziegfeld Follies.

 This story contains crude language, gore because of the darn zombies, and gay sexual situations. If that offends now would be the time to move onto another Tuesday Tales offering.  Our word prompt for the week is "Candy".

Don`t forget to visit the other talented Tuesday Tales authors. Thanks for stopping by!



As it turns out Gordon missed the trip to the outlying areas. Seems he picked up the bug that Justine and Eden were battling. My hubby was lying abed with a low-grade fever as I threw a change of clothes into a small backpack.

"I can go," he protested. I turned my head to look at his ashen face.

"Babe, you`re dashing to the outhouse every fifteen minutes," I said. He mumbled and rolled to his side. He was such a poor patient. "I highly doubt Joe and Tink want to deal with that. Just stay in bed and drink lots of fluid. Mom will be here shortly to take Jules until you`re better."

"I can watch my own son," he grumbled. I smiled at his muscular back then zipped my backpack shut.

"Of course you can, but Mom likes to feel that she`s helping." I lifted a leather belt from the bed and buckled it around my hips. My favorite Smith & Wesson handgun rested all snug and warm in the holster. I had cleaned it just last night when Gordon began trotting to the potty at a steady rate. Call it a hunch…

"Your mother is a doter," Gordon huffed into his pillow.

"Yes she is and you'll be happy for all that doting when she heaps it on you. Now stop being so grumpy." I slid a large Bowie knife into a leather sheath strapped to my left thigh. My man said something muffled by the pillow, so I padded over to the bed and sat down behind him."If only we had some chicken. She makes the best chicken soup. Try not to be too ugly, okay?"

He muttered and nodded his head. I bent over to drop a kiss to his head. His hair was damp and lank.

"Don`t forget about the Spring Fling," he said. I promised him that I would be back in time to flounce, prance, and sing. "I mean it. Make sure you come back to sing. Bring back some candy."

"I will." A knock interrupted us. I whispered my love for him beside his warm ear then went to greet my mother at the door.



Copyright 2016 ©by V.L. Locey

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