My writing music, that I listen to when I write...

Breakeven (Falling to Pieces)
Need You Now
Pray For You
Midnight Bottle
Bubbly
I'm Yours (Acoustic]
Beautiful Day
Hey, Soul Sister
Just some of the music that get's me in my writing mood!

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Sneak Preview of Karter and Cadence Vol. 1

Karter

            I grimaced at the man who shoved me into the back of the police car. He cuffed one of my hands and then cuffed the other to the bar. The burly police officer grunted as he got into the front of his police car.

            This was my final warning; I was only allowed to have three. So I was most likely going to be sent to a juvenile detention center, unless I get away during court, and they’re stubborn enough to give me one more chance, I highly doubt that though.           

            By the way, my name is Karter, it’s just like Carter but with a ‘k’. My last name is ‘Green’ like the color. Karter Green, it’s an odd name but I’m used to it. My little sister Rosemary is bright with golden curls dangling around her head. Well she’s probably fuming with anger at me, because she has to end up alone with our alcoholic father.

            The police pulled up to the station, and a different man showed up and uncuffed the bar and put it on my other hand. He walked me to the jail cell, unlocked the door and freed me from my cuffs, I wobbled in.

            Ugh, this sucks, what’s going to happen to Rosemary? I hope she’s adopted, it’s better than her living with that drugged up dad, John. He’s not fit to be a parent, look at how I turned out, going to juvie…

            That night was torture, dad didn’t bail me out, and he was probably drugged up at a bar, while Rosemary was home alone. I had to pee in a toilet, in front of the sleeping police officers, which was really awkward.

            I have to get out of here, and save Rosemary from being adopted or something worse. She is not going to be hurt because of me. Not this time…

            My mom left us when I was just 12; she had started drinking, smoking, chewing tobacco, and basically got stuck in the wrong crowd.

            We tried to help her, but only managed to get her in rehab. When we found her she was disgusting with black around her eyes, yellow teeth, skinny, and with dirty frizzed hair.          She was wearing a tank top, and mud splattered jeans, she was scraped up.

            Her almond chocolate eyes did not look the same. She was horrible, she was not my mother anymore. Rosemary was only two, and didn’t have a clue about what was going on.

            And I have never seen her since. My mom wasn’t always that bad though, she was caring, loving, and supporting mother, her name was Trinity Grace.

            THAT MORNING… I woke up sprawled along the jail cell matt, they gave me cold eggs for breakfast.

            You probably wondering how I got in this mess, I was arrested for robbing a grocery store because Dad doesn’t make much money selling cars. I didn’t go in there and shout, “Give me the money!” or anything like that. I just found one of those Malt-O-Meal bags of cereal that could last for a month or so. And then I rushed out of there, security ran after me, they didn’t notice me at first.

            Then somebody called the cops, and the popo showed up and grabbed me, and that’s how my story starts.

            In the jail cell I lie thinking about life, how would Rosemary feel? She’ll hate me I bet, she’ll wish I was gone, or worse. Maybe she’ll forgive me, once in a blue moon, but I’ve been in this situation before. I’ve stole better things than a bag of cereal, I’ve stolen a dog for Rosemary to play with, and I’ve stolen many things, all of them for Rosemary.

            And this was my last chance, if I hadn’t of stole that cereal, I would still be in this situation again, very soon.

            Then I heard footsteps and poked my head up to see a police officer with my father, the officer pulled the bars open, and dad said, “Come on, Karter.”

            I solemnly walked out and grimaced at the police officer, dad walked me out. We got in his old Toyota truck.

            “Boy, why’d you do this? It was your last chance.” Dad asked.

            “I know, we didn’t have much food left, and Rosemary was hungry.” I said.

            “We’re all hungry here and it’s something we’ll have to live with until some blessing comes upon us.” Dad said.

            “There you go once again, you always say that a blessing is coming for us, but it’s not coming! We’re still hungry, and momma is still hurting inside because of that! No blessing is ever coming, for us!” I argued.

            “Karter, you have to have faith, that finally something good will happen to us. We’re family!” he snapped back.          

            Then something tragic happened, a blue Mercedes car went passed the red light, and my dad was still yelling at me. I screamed, but he didn’t notice.

            Our Toyota collided with the Mercedes, it was a collage and everything flashed. I didn’t see any of my surroundings, the air bag burst out, and I fended for myself and put my left arm in front of me. The seatbelt clutched me tight, I could only glimpse over and take a mere glance at my father while he yelled, “Be strong!” he screamed.

            Then something beyond weird happened, he went into a trance and looked at my eyes, his eyes had turned purple and then the abnormal dad spoke, “Bad things are going to happen, you must protect a girl named Cecilia Tucker!” then that piece of dad blanked out and I passed out.

WHEN I AWOKE… I woke up with a pain in my left arm; I looked down and saw that it was bleeding badly. I forced my eyes to look at my father.

            He was slumped over, a glass shard was sticking out of his head. “Dad.” I whispered.

            It was too late, he was gone, and no blessing ever came before he died. I struggled out of the side door, and I heard everything that was going on outside. The police cars screamed.

            The ambulance then helped me onto the stretcher, and put an oxygen mask on me, and put me in the ambulance.        

            Before they close the door, I saw one glimpse of my father before they pulled him out, and slid the blanket over his body. I could feel salty tears straggling around my eyelids.

            He was dead. I’m going to Juvie, and Rosemary should be adopted out somewhere.

3 WEEKS LATER… my dad is dead, the people we crashed into are dead, my arm is healed, Rosemary is going to live with our mother, who has appeared to be better. I’m trusting Rosemary to take care of her. Even though Rosemary barely know her, it is still good for her to get to know her mom.

            My hearing is today, and I’m probably going to a juvenile detention center, because we don’t have a lawyer, or anyone to state my case. I have no clue what they do in juvie but it doesn’t sound pretty.

            Staying with my mom for the last three weeks has really gotten in my head that she can take care of Rosemary. At least I’m sure she is, if not Rosemary will be okay, hopefully.       

            Mom, and Rosemary wore the best clothes they have, and they have actually started to bond, talking about make-up and girl stuff.

            I didn’t really care to look good, I threw on a grey shirt, and a cool pair of jeans, my lucky necklace dangled. I’ve had my necklace ever since fifth grade, when my uncle died and gave it to me. It was his lucky necklace, and I would be the next to inherit it, and you don’t need luck when you’re dead.

            The hearing was at 9:00 and it was 8:30 right now, we scampered in the van. I sat up front, Rosemary sat in the back. Mom started up the car, and drove fast, my mom likes to drive fast. She’s gotten plenty of tickets before.

            Once we abruptly got there, mom turned off the engine, and before I was about to step out, she said, “Karter”.

            “Yeah mom?”

            “If you don’t make it, and have to go to juvie, I’ll take good care of Rose, and I even got a job. So don’t think bad of me, please?” she asked.

            “Mom, I’ve never thought bad about you, before and I’m not starting now.” I whispered.

            “Thanks sweet heart, I’m sorry about John as well, you must have had nightmares for ages, and probably still do. When you saw him…”she trailed off.

            “Mom, dad was very good to us while you were gone, and it’s a miracle you came back when he died in the accident.”

            “You better not go to juvie, I love you, you know that, son?” she asked.

            “Yes, mom we’ll be late.” I said.

            Rosemary jumped out, and the three of us walked to the hearing.

            In there they talked about all the crimes, I’ve participated, then the judge asked, “Why’d you do this stuff, boy?” he asked.

            “I did it for Rosemary.” I whispered, there were rows of people, and a long line of jury, with their beady eyes staring into my soul.

            “May you clarify who Rosemary is?” he asked.

            “My little sister.” I croaked.
            “So you stole for your little sister??” he asked.

            “Yes, I did.” I choked.

            “So, I say he’s guilty and will go to juvenile detention center, for a year to get his act together. Though the jury will leave and decide his future.” The judge said.

            Rosemary whispered to me when I finally sat down, I noticed she was in tears, “They’re not going to take you away from me, are they?” she asked.

            “I think they are, but you have to be strong, and brave while I’m gone for the year, I’ll be back to take care of you.”

            “They can’t take you away!!” she cried.

            “Rose, settle down, the year will flash before your eyes, I promise.” I tried to cheer her up but she was losing it, nothing I could say would make her feel better. Her big brother will be gone for a whole year, if I were in her footsteps I would be mad too.

            “Karter, I love you!” she reached and gave me a bear hug, as tears danced down her face.

            When the jury showed up and said yes, the whole incident, when Rose screamed and cried, and mom holding her down, flashed before my eyes, and a strange man cuffed my hands and tore me away.

            That whole incident was all a blur, I couldn’t understand what was going on, and then I was out of the room, Rose was gone from my site, and everything was black, completely pitch black.

Cadence

       Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow~ William Shakespeare, quoted in Macbeth, and that’s how it feels, the day’s in on you to make every day look like tomorrow.

            It’s as if you’ve lost your will to go on, in this miserable world, I call hell on earth, it was just 3 weeks ago, when my aunt had a dreadful car accident. She murdered a man, and hurt a teenage boy. They couldn’t sew because she had lost her life in the process, what a horrible way to die.

            It’s not worse than laughing for 25 minutes straight, and then your heart gives out, but still it sucks. Cause’ then you never see it coming, your life flashes and you see the grim face of the person that mistakenly had taken your life.

            And then you die a solemn death. I guess I’m a little too paranoid with death, my name is Cadence’, it’s French. I’m not French though, my mother and father love to visit France, on our private jet plane.

            Forgot to mention my family is rich, I don’t like to talk about it like that because people will just take advantage of you, and it doesn’t feel good.

And I’m grounded from the jet plane, because I made a D+ in Geometry. So now I have to ride in a dumb airplane, loaded with kids that kick the backs of your seats.

            And weird stalkers, that occasionally try to talk to you. Cut that, I watch too many movies, mom says that the security is too high and creeps can’t get on.

            Anyways, I have to be gone a whole week away from my friends, to go the Cancun, Mexico for her funeral.

            I slid on my yellow sun dress, and a pair of black sun glasses, and a white sun hat. I live in North Carolina, which isn’t that far from Cancun to my knowledge (I got a C- in Social Studies!)

             I carried out my bags and waited for mom to get her hair ready, then she came in, “Cadence’! Good your packed, Archie is going to drive you to the airport.” She cheered and I sighed.

“Honey, I’m sorry but you have to raise up your grades so you can earn the jet plane privileges.”She scolded.

“Sure mother, I’m just so sad Auntie Beatrice died.” I moaned.

“Her name is Jesse, now go and get in the limo.” She sighed and shooed me out of the mansion.

Archie was waiting with my door opened, Archie is my favorite limo driver. He always helps me get out of trouble when mom is mad at me by saying that it was his fault. But mother loves Archie as well, so she’ll let him slide, father really doesn’t care. Dad is the one mom comes begging to when I’m acting badly, and Dad will say “You know you’re going to give your mother a heart attack if you don’t stop.” Then we’d laugh and watch rugby.

When I was settled in the limo and we began driving, Archie asked, “What did you do this time?”

“Nothing big, I just got a D+ in Geometry, so it’s better than the F’s I usually get.” I laughed.

            “Yeah to me you’ve improved, a D+ is a cause to celebrate!” Archie roared and we both pretended to make fake toasts to each other. This is a very bad idea, since he’s driving.

            After the long ride of laughing with Archie, we finally approached the airport, and Archie came out and gave me a hug telling me to be safe and to come back soon. I slipped my black sun glassed on, and dragged my luggage to the airport, when I was inside my flight number 143 was on a sign pointing up the elevator.

            I glided up the elevator and looked around, I saw a young girl, either 12 or 13 sitting by herself and a albino man who sat straight up. He was laughing with another heavyset dude with short black hair. There were many people waiting, and it looked like the line to get in was empty.

            I came and she asked for my ticket and passport, they checked by luggage, and everything in there was okay. I then trotted over to the girl, and plopped down next to her, while my luggage was put with the other stuff, all I brought was my purse with an iPod touch in it, and some other girl stuff.

            “Hey.” I said, and noticed she was reading, she marked her spot and looked up at me.

            “Hello? My mom told me not to talk to strangers.” She snarled.

            “Well that’s what my mom tells me, but it was her fault to let me go on this plane alone, so she should have known I have a higher chance of associating with strangers. And plus their not strangers if you know who they are!” I chuckled.

            “Ok then, what’s your name?” she asked.

            “Cadence, it’s French meaning rhythm or flow.” I informed her.

            “Mines Hali and I don’t know what it means.” She croaked.

            “That’s a cool name,” the lady with the microphone cut me off.

            “The plane is ready, please get up and go through the double doors, after they open.” The lady announced. And then after a while they opened, and Hali and I jumped up and headed out.

            Hali left me to go to her seat, as I looked for my own seat, along the aisles…

Awakening the Wolf ~ Preview

Chapter

The moon loomed overhead of me, forming into a full moon. A small percentage of the people I know believe that when a full moon comes out, the wolf will be awakened inside the ones bitten soul.

But that is surely not how our kind is; we're much more humble and controlling than that. We can control our thoughts and protect our pack.

We're not harsh creatures like in the books and movies you may read or watch. Those monsters are uncontrollable beasts and rip their loved ones to shreds.

They are the normal werewolves, but you may have heard of hi-breed vampires that are half human and half vampire, well we're hi-breed werewolves.

Soul enemies of the vampires and the bird people that evolved from birds. We never face the other werewolves known as lycans; they live in hidden pyramids in Egypt. Us hi-breeds took over them and banished them because they could not control themselves during a full moon and killed innocent humans. Then the next the police thought a huge new species had murdered them.

The normal werewolves really were nice kids but just couldn't control themselves. Anyways I then lost my best friend Charity Todd who was also was banished. We were the best of friends and knew everything about each other, only I could control her self control, we kind of clicked like that.

After she left, I kind of grew a much more darker aura missing her deeply. I used to be a fun guy and hung out with the pack, until she left me. Every day I wonder if she is still alive out there waiting for me to find her.

I wish I could but I have to follow the packs leader, Locke. I don't have any hatred for the guy I mean we're like brothers and I would hate to see any of my brother’s die. I just wish he didn't have to banish the lycans we were all really good friends with, but when Vladimir forget to take his pill to help him not go full wolf, he attacked the innocent and Vlad is like a huge stalking werewolf so none of us could stop him. He killed 10 innocent humans that night. Vlad is the biggest threat the lycans pack has to offer him being the leader and all.

Vlad wears all black and has dark black hair; all of the lycans have dark brown eyes. It's just everyday life for the lycans.

Our pack is not as dangerous as the lycans, as you can tell but we can take a fight. We can change into a werewolf whenever we want and take charge of ourselves. We're actually pretty big wolfs, way bigger than all of the other “real” wolves out there.

Our pack is also pretty big as well, consisting of eight teenage wolfs and one elder wolf named Ohmar. Ohmar has given up his werewolf powers and has grown very old, one day he was a teenager but the next day when he gave his powers up he grew into an 83 year old man who was well ready to die.

Ohmar gets around on a wheelchair too weak to walk anymore; he has kept his sanity though which has surprised the pack. Usually when you give up your powers your ready to die. And I think ever since his wife Cecily died, he was ready to leave the pack and die.

It's been three months ever since he gave up his powers, so one of the pack is always by his side. Today it's my turn to watch him, right now he was resting. He has short grayish blackish hair and many wrinkles and an after shave around his chin. He fell asleep with a tomato and lettuce and cheese sandwich in his hand and a pair of headphones in his ears. There was a stack of books mostly by Shakespeare from Romeo and Juliet to Hamlet. That's what he's been doing for the last couple days reading, eating, and sleeping. His wheelchair was beside his bed, it was my job to make sure nothing goes wrong while he's sleeping.

This was a pretty boring afternoon until Alexandra Mays, Locke's sister walked in. She has long wavy black hair and a pair of white sunglasses on that was on her forehead. She was pretty tanned and was carrying a coffee cup. She wore a button up red velvet shirt and a pair of jeans.

We usually call her Alex for short. Her and I have a bunch of stuff in common; both of our dear ones were banished. Alex was best friends with another lycan named Allison. Allison had a mate named Trevor; the two of them were African American lycans.

They hung out with Alex a lot; they were like Alex's only two companions besides Aila the only other girl in the pack. But she has a mate named Donny and Alex cannot stand Donny's guts.

They are mortal enemies; Locke tries not to put them together while we're guarding our town from Vampires and the Bird People. Though they are so good together when fighting a vampire or such. Alex and Donny have like twin telepathy and know when the other is going to hit and then helps make things real faster.

Though they just can't get along which is kind of a problem for the pack having to listen to them constantly arguing. I feel bad for Locke because he always has to work things out for them.

That is why I never ever want to be the pack leader, so I hope Locke never dies. Because I'm older than my brother Vincent and would surely be the next leader.

“Hey Vance, you still looking after old Ohmar?” Alex asked as she took a seat next to me.

“Yeah, I'm kind of jealous of the dude he gets to lay in bed all day. It's so not fair!” I kidded.

Alex giggled, “Well at least you don't have to die. I'm going to miss Ohmar he used to be an awesome member of the pack.” Alex whispered, and I could feel things getting tense. I truly felt bad for her she has gone through so much losing Allison and Trevor. And now Ohmar it was really unfair.

“I'm so sorry Alex, I didn't understand really till' now but you know we all love you and would die to take care of you. But we still have to live on, perhaps Allison and Trevor will come back someday in the near future. This is our temporary home so we've got to fight our hardest.” I tried to cheer her up.

It didn't look like I helped that I helped that much she had tears in the corners of her lime green colored eyes. I reached out and grabbed her and gave her a hug. She needed it and I think I did too; she was so much like a little sister. That always needs protection; Locke has been trying but doesn't seem to understand what she needs. She needs a friend and that's something that may be impossible.

We hugged it out and then it was Vincent's turn to watch over Ohmar. Alex stayed in there with Vincent and nestled her head on his shoulder as they watched over the old man in silence.

I was planning to see how the boys were doing down at the packs car wash business called, “The Wolf's Car Wash” This is something the pack loves to do, and hang out at. Right now Locke, Tak, Donny, Jack and Aila were at. Today's a busy day for the pack, cars are streaming in. Locke was collecting people's money; Tak was driving the car through the wash since we haven't got one of those machines that roll the car through the wash yet. All of the others were either scraping the gunk that slide of the car down the drainage or drying the car off. Placing special car cleaning stuff on it. Only three members of the pack get off work at a time. Right now Tak is in my position, we usually just switch out.

A customer was busy talking away on her smart phone while her expensive 500,000 dollar Porsche Carrera GT2 was being driven by Tak. And I personally think Tak is having a fun time with this. And I bet he was just dyeing to this baby on the road and check out the speed of 205 miles per hour. But now he gets to enjoy the leather seats.

Locke was busy talking to an old friend from middle school he hadn't seen in years. I guess I wasn't needed here though. I went inside the building and there are windows where you can see your car going through the wash. I saw Tak staring at the stereo and inspecting the automatic cup holders.

I purchased a Sun Drop at the coke machine and chugged it down and went to help clean the Porsche. Aila and Donny were putting cleaning supplies on it, and when they finished I dried it off and washed the tires, I was wearing khaki shorts and a tee-shirt. My curly long hair had tint of soap in it. We three joked around I dumped a bucket of water on Donny, just because it looked like he a bath.

He put his finger over the hose and sprayed me down just because I looked like a dirty doggie. Aila got into the fight and threw a sponge at Donny's face. Donny's face grew red and all three of us laughed. We were having a good time until the rich lady made us stop fooling around and wash her car.

We did just that and as she examined her car she smiled and paid us a tip. She was probably not coming back, ah what a bummer; I used sarcasm in my head.

Locke made me leave the wash and stop “trying” to help; he knew I was just so bored. Tomorrow I'll go to school, unless I decide to ditch it and then leave to head to work in my truck. Vincent may decide to take a ride with me to the art club. Vincent is my artist prodigy little brother, he gets off of work the most to go to art showings to show off and sell his masterpieces.

He may not get much money from work but he surely gets loads of money for his art pieces. His last piece sold for like 10,000 dollars, it was a portrait of a wolf with all of the detail and everything, that wolf that he drew was me. He made me pose in the woods so he could get every last detail of my fur and facial pictures. Vincent usually draws wolfs to sell but in his bedroom he has every single member of the pack drawn in such detail, he is now working on an updated picture of Ohmar.

Vincent and me are brothers, sons of Elisha and Melissa Drake but in school the whole packs last name is Wolfe. We're all siblings at school, but if you think of it technically Locke and Alex Mays, Tak, Jack, and Donny Walter, Aila Hali, and Ohmar Bloom.

But we all live in Wolfe Mansion on top of the hill in the middle of two other empty mansions. Nobody else in this town could afford them. But we each have our own room in the middle mansion so we decided it would be better for all of the family to live in this one building.

And plus humans would be concerned how we can afford three mansions, so all eight of us live and enjoy it in this mansion. I transformed into wolf form and ran to the mansion and up the hill. Once I made it to the garage I transformed back. And you may be wondering if I'm naked but that's the thing with hi-breed werewolves the clothes is under the fur, I still don't know why it doesn't tear to pieces but it doesn't and I'm a wide wolf.

I ran up the stairs from the garage to the kitchen, and saw my mom was baking spaghetti and meat balls. Melissa, my mom is like the mother to all of us, she and dad are basically in the pack too but never go on the vampire or bird people watches they stay at home while we're out of the house all the time. Mom is a doctor and my dad is a lawyer. We're quite a happy family too, we have a huge family room where we all can just hang out and discuss life.

I worked on an essay about Black History Month, while the rest of the pack got home. When I finished that I carelessly strummed on my guitar, my favorite song to play on there was a tie between Sweet Home Alabama and a song I wrote called “Wake up and Live” I sang the lyrics flawlessly hitting every tune, and got everything right on the guitar.

Mom and Dad don't want me to sing in public because a producer could find me and make me famous, and nobody would forget the kid with the perfect voice. And then they'll notice the fact I don't age and figure out something is weird. And then the FBI or some kind of secret organization will hunt me and my family down and our secret will be out. The council of the mythical creatures will be furious and probably make the human race extinct. So all that because I sang in public.

Before real late I heard the pack howl their home coming howl. It was time to go on guard; well that's what I thought until Vincent rushed in.

“Somebody is moving into the mansion next door!” Vincent screamed. I got alert, who could buy that mansion? It's like two million or plus dollars! I followed Vincent down the steps and rushed out of the house. The moving truck hadn't got there yet, but something was wrong with this scenario.

Alex ran out to grab Locke's arm she was nervous. Alex had a power that she knew when something big was going to happen. This was one of her sensations. Aila and Donny had not made it home yet.

Two sets of paws came into perspective, and two black wolves strutted up. Aila was the first one to transform. She was out of breath; they must have been running for a long time. Donny transformed next, and as the moving truck pulled up into the mansion to their right, the pack knew what was going on they could smell it.

Aila breathed out, “They are vampires....”