Weekend Writing Warriors 28 July 2019 (ER, LGBT, RO, SF)

“I’m Ipatiy,” the cyborg introduced herself. “This is Csilla. Please, let us help your friend.”

“I…my given name is Ipatiy, but I go by Rhodie,” Rhodie explained, wondering if she had struck her head and was imagining the whole bizarre situation.

“Please don’t be afraid,” Ipatiy soothed, gently touching Rhodie’s arm. “I assume that I must have been cloned using your DNA. I mean you no harm. I want to help you. Bring your friend and follow us.”

The gigantic Irejna scooped Samantha up in her arms and cradled her against her breast.

~Cie for Naughty Netherworld Press~

When the volcano which Base Lust-69 was situated in erupted at the end of Paraji's Prisoners, our heroes and heroines found themselves drawn through wormholes to various other locations in space and time. Norman and Sarah are in one location on a strange earthlike planet. Climax Castle's Mistress Samantha Zuniga (a Gamma Iridian), her bodyguard Ipatiy "Rhodie" Rhodes (a 100-year-old vampire), the Gargoyles Irejna and Elsza, the Gamma Iridian test subject Bella, and the human technician Francie are in another location on the same planet. 
Rhodie is shocked to meet her Cyborg doppelganger Ipatiy, Bella is erotically enamored with Ipatiy's cyborg companion Csilla, and Irejna is extremely concerned about Samantha, who is very weak and fading in and out of consciousness.

Check out Paraji's Prisoners, the sizzling erotic sci-fi extravaganza from Naughty Netherworld Press.

Cyberia: Cyber Labyrinth

Image by Pete Linforth from Pixabay

Cyber Labyrinth

Norman and Sarah walked to the top of a small hill. Norman scanned for metal in the hopes of finding another access port and, hopefully, food and water for Sarah. The android looked momentarily puzzled.
“What is it, Norman?” Sarah asked. “Can I do anything to help?”
“Not at the moment, Sarah,” Norman replied. “I was momentarily stymied, as I believed I would be scanning for metal versus organic material. However, I will have to adjust my sensors to scan for a specific type of metal instead.”
“Why?” Sarah inquired, suddenly feeling as if she might scream at any minute.
“Because everything beneath the surface layer of this sphere is metal, so scanning for metal was as if I had gone anosmic and was attempting to sniff for food. It was as if all the food suddenly smelled like gelatin.”
“Why do you suppose everything under the surface of this planet is metal?” Sarah wondered.
“I do not think this is a planet at all. I believe it is some sort of space station which has been terraformed and given an atmosphere in order to make it appear to be a planet. The effect is Barmecidal once one realizes the truth.”
“Do you suppose it was designed by the same inept technicians who built a scientific base inside a dormant volcano only to have it break apart and, hopefully, send its occupants on an astrovagant journey rather than having them burn up in a flood of molten lava?”
“I sense similarities in the construction of this station and Base Lust-69. Please do not be afraid, Sarah. It is my intention that we shall converge with our companions who were sent on other trajectories. I will work tirelessly towards this goal and, surely, it shall be accomplished.”
“I’m not sure that can happen, Norman. We don’t even know where we are.”
“We will find out, just as soon as I acquire you some food and water. Together we will work towards this goal, Sarah. Between my computational and processing software and your intelligence, we are certain to discover a solution.
Sarah’s eyes welled up with tears.
“I’m afraid I’ll never see Julie or Dale or Marc again, and you’re trying to put rose-colored glasses on my eyes and blind me to the truth!” Sarah snapped. “If you really think that we can find a way to reunite with our companions, then do it! Prove me wrong, don’t tell me another lie. Please!”
Norman located another access door. This one had stripes painted on it.
“If I had a shovel, maybe I could help you get in,” Sarah suggested, feeling bad about snapping at Norman.
“It is secured with a titanium lock,” Norman noted. “In order to best breach the lock, I will need to make it cold. This should make the tumblers more responsive to my pick.”
“Norman, I think I hear water running,” Sarah stated. “I’m going to go see.”
“Sarah, a moment! I nearly have the lock breached! Please, I advise you not to go anywhere without me in this unknown territory!”
Ignoring Norman’s warning and her previous training dating all the way back to her days as a Brownie, Sarah capered down the hill with a manic grin lighting up her face. She stopped at the edge of a glistening stream so clear that she could see the sunlight glancing off what appeared to be emeralds embedded in the sand. Sarah was terribly thirsty. She cupped her hands and drank.
“Sarah, I’ve found something incredible!” Norman announced as he hurried down the hill. “Quickly, you must come and see!”
Sarah suddenly leaped up, assuming an exaggerated martial arts stance.
“Who are you, Metal Man?” she demanded.
“Oh dear,” Norman sighed, sticking his finger into the stream and running an analysis. “Well, at least the water isn’t poison and the effects should wear off in a couple of hours. This is fairy water. It should have a similar effect to psilocybin, which does not explain your sudden display of fear and aggression towards me. Oh…but this might. You ate a piece of this necro-mushroom, did you not?”
“What’s it to you, you metal wise guy?” Sarah sneered, approaching Norman and poking her finger against his chest. “There’s nothing you can do to me! Oh, you thought I was dead when you and your crew of titanium thugs mowed me down during that home invasion, but the savvy scientists at Base Lust-69 rebuilt me, and now I’m fucking bullet-proof! Nobody puts Sarah Swallows in a corner! Try anything and I’ll put you on the scrap heap, you rust bucket!”
Norman scanned his database and, although Sarah was something of an enigma, he found nothing to confirm the home invasion that she alluded to, and he was already aware that her body contained no bullet-proof material of any kind. He reached his hand towards her.
“If I had any desire to harm you, I’d obviously have reason to fear your retaliation,” Norman said. “However, I am here to help you. I assure you I was not involved in the home invasion you describe. The first time you encountered me was at Base Lust-69. I am your friend, Sarah. It is my top priority to ensure your safety. I assisted you in escaping when the base collapsed, and now it is my mission to assist you in reuniting with your companions. I believe I may have found a way to access the various components of this space station. Won’t you come with me? When your mind is back to its normal functioning, you will be able to assist me.”
“Very well, you certainly don’t seem like the sort who would break in and blow innocent people away,” Sarah agreed, although she continued to regard Norman with suspicion.

~Cie for Naughty Netherworld Press~

 Prompts Used:

 Word Salad:

1. Who Are You
2. Break Apart
3. Water
4. Anosmic- absence or loss of the sense of smell
5. Stripes
6. Scream
7. Shovel
8. Barmecidal- giving only the illusion of plenty; illusory:
9. Station
10. Help
11. Converge
12. Specific
Prove me wrong, don’t tell me another lie. Please..
travelling through space; traverse through stars.

This is a chapter from Naughty Netherworld Press' exciting new WIP, Cyberia, due for release on 8 August 2019.

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Carpe Diem Summer Challenge 2019: Heat Wave: Troiku with Humor

after the summer heat
raindrops kissing my naked body
Ah! that coolness

After the summer heat
Relief comes about mid-fall
The best time of year

Raindrops kissing my naked body
Best I take my butt inside
Before someone sees

Ah! That coolness!
Every year I dream of fall
It never lasts long

Chèvrefeuille & Cie

The "sleigh" of this Troiku was created by Chèvrefeuille. The foolish horses can be blamed on me.

Weekend Writing Warriors 21 July 2019 (ER, LGBT, RO, SF)

Sarah followed Norman up a set of rickety wooden stairs. The android pushed open an overhead door made of metal. Rays of bright afternoon sunlight caused Sarah to squint. Norman and Sarah emerged into a pristine world of almost impossible perfection.

“What is this place?” Sarah wondered, breathing in the fresh, unpolluted air.

“I am not certain,” Norman admitted. “Wherever it is, you are correct that the atmosphere in this realm is nearly free from the pollutants which sully the stratosphere of Earth 6. Together we will explore and discern the ways of this region in which we find ourselves. We must find a source of hydration and nourishment for you.”

Norman closed the access door to the underground cellar and took note of the number painted on it.

~Cie for Naughty Netherworld Press~

This snippet is from Naughty Netherworld Press' current WIP, Cyberia. The conversation is between Agent Sarah Swallows of the Alien and Supernatural Search Squadron and Norman, an affable android, who were drawn through a wormhole when Base Lust-69 broke apart at the end of Carnal Invasion XII: Paraji's Prisoners.
You are correct that the publication date on this piece is July 13. I forgot to share the link at Weekend Writing Warriors before the deadline on July 14--Derp! 

Take a peek inside Carnal Invasion XII:

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When lonely cowboy Frank Hamilton meets sexy cowgirl Jenny in the parking lot at his buddy's roadhouse, his life changes for the hotter. Don't miss your chance to get in on the wild action without paying a cent!
Gettin' Down on the Farm is the shortest of the Carnal Invasion tales, but what it lacks in length it more than makes up for in heat! Sizzle makes all the difference with this brief but bawdy tale!

~Cie for Naughty Netherworld Press~

Carpe Diem Summer Love + The Tuesday Platform: Love is Love on a Hot Summer Night

Can you tell me why
It troubles you so badly
To see him love him
Perhaps you would do better
To concern you with yourself


Ghost Town Grover Sez: "I don't git bothered none with who's zoomin' who. Only thing is I ain't too keen on folks doin' them dang PDAs durin' poker night here at the ole Grover Hotel. I don't care if it's Adam an' Eve or Adam an' Steve or Annie an' Eve. If yer suckin' face is disturbin' my concentration so's I'm losin' every hand to Cactus Clem, I ain't gonna be none too pleased. Git a room, or go out to the swimmin' hole like them fellers in the picture!

Cactus Clem Sez: "I'm okay with folks givin' each other a kiss fer luck on poker night, 'cause I usually have a really lucky night when they do. 

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Snippet Sunday + Sunday Photo Fiction + Telling Tales +Christine's Brave and Reckless Prompt: Another Wrinkle in Time

When Agent Sarah Swallows came to, she was horrified to find herself in near-total darkness. The only light she could see was the pale blue light of her android companion Norman’s eyes and the bright white light shining from his fingertip as he examined her pupils.

“Norman, stop, I think I’m okay,” Sarah commanded. “Could you shine your light around so I can see where we are?”

There were cans of solvents, paints, and other construction materials on dusty shelves. Sarah asked Norman to shine his light on a rusty can of kerosene. She wondered if the blow to her head was more serious than she initially thought. The expiration date on the can made no sense.

“One twelve twelve thirty-two,” Sarah read. “Perhaps part of the numbers is worn off. Can you read it, Norman?”

“The numbers are accurate, Sarah. We have passed through a wrinkle in time.”

“What do you mean ‘a wrinkle in time?’”

“We are no longer on Dimension 6 Earth in the time period that you know as the twenty-first century.”

“Perhaps you have damage to your circuits. Whatever the case, I am not happy being in this confined space. Let’s get out of here.”

~Cie for Naughty Netherworld Press~

Prompts Used:

This 200-word snippet is from Naughty Netherworld Press' newest WIP, Cyberia.
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For those who appreciate the bawdy and explicit wild sexy times of the Carnal Invasion series, it is only fair to let you know that this particular novella has very little erotic content. It is primarily a paranormal and science fiction crossover with a heavy emphasis on the harms of racist and xenophobic attitudes.
At the beginning of the tale, we find our hero Bernie Jaskolski confined to an extremely small, windowless metal cell. Bernie's captors, Captain Abigail Botterill, and the treacherous vampire Mondo Katou psychologically torture Bernie, leading him to believe that his beloved Ahmose has abandoned him. In truth, Botterill and Katou have Ahmose bound to a chair in their control room using silver shackles. Ahmose is helpless to spare Bernie the anguish being afflicted on him.
When Botterill grows bored of the game, she leaves Katou to his own devices. Surprisingly, Katou releases the prisoners, informing them that their companion, Theodoric Elms, was murdered by Captain Botterill. 
The embattled base where the men were being held captive has been drawn into a space-time anomaly. The men travel through a wormhole to the Manzanar Internment facility where Ahmose Ike, his second cousin Gregory Inoue, and Mondo Katou were incarcerated between 1942 and 1945. They encounter Bernie's previous incarnation, Private Lance Honeycutt, and befriend the kind-hearted M.P. Henry Holst and his bosom chum Paulino, a Mexican immigrant mistakenly brought to the camp by an ignorant officer whose commission was purchased by his rich father.
Shocking secrets are revealed about Captain Botterill and the Manzanar facility. What will the explorers discover on their quest to rescue Theodoric and set things right?
You can find out, and it won't cost you a cent if you pick up your copy of Caged Birds on Kindle between July 6, 2019, and July 10, 2019. As we always say, FREE is the best price. 
This novella offers a whole lot of story at zero cost to you. So, what are you waiting for? Grab your copy now!

~Cie for Naughty Netherworld Press~

Thank You

Image by Free-Photos from Pixabay

I am extremely grateful for all the writing prompts used in creating Carnal Invasion XIII: Caged Birds, which will be published today. It truly would not have happened without these prompts.

I wish to give an extra shout-out to the Write-Edit-Publish blog for inspiring the creation of the first chapter of this book. I remain gobsmacked by how contentious this short piece was. I honestly considered the piece to be a character study and didn't expect much more than a few "interesting story" comments. Instead, I got raked over the coals pretty much from the start, which was disheartening, to say the least. In fairness, there were some people who were quite supportive, and I appreciate that.

Regardless of what happened, I am grateful for the inspiration I gained from the prompt and am looking forward to participating in future prompts. 

I also wish to give a shout-out to Mindlovemisery's Menagerie for this prompt, which was used in the creation of the final chapter of the book. I would like to share an excerpt, but, it's the final chapter.

I have my reasons for wanting this book to be published on the Fourth of July. First, the book contains references to the displacement of people of Japanese ancestry by the United States Government during World War II. This shameful incident is not discussed in history books, and it should not be swept under the rug. 

There is also a reference made in the book to the current human rights abuses transpiring in the United States wherein Latino migrants are being held in unconscionable conditions. I have long been a history buff, and the parallels between past dictators such as Hitler and Stalin and the current so-called leader of the free world cannot be ignored. 

I hope a few of you will consider picking up a copy of the book during its promotional period. This is the one I thought might break me, but I finally wrestled it into submission. It's a pity I can't drink because if I could, I'd be three sheets to the wind right now!

With gratitude from your resident contentious cuss,
Cie, HBIC Naughty Netherworld Press, and Team Netherworld Creations

Caged Birds: An Unstable Base

Image by Peter H from Pixabay

“They are here, mine mausi,” Dr. Nagel declared, squeezing Elias’ hand.

“You aren’t worried?” he asked.

“Nein, Schatzi,” she replied, shaking her head. “Down here in the dark in our little bubble, we are quite safe. They will not harm us so long as we help guide them down the path to recover their companion.”

Dr. Nagel turned on the microphone which sat on her desk.

“Continue straight down the corridor, Gentlemen,” she advised. “You will find me at the back in my office. I am quite happy to answer all of your questions.”

Ahmose was the first to enter the office and was quickly flanked on either side by Bernie and Linus. He was followed by Gregory, Mondo Katou, past Theodoric, Henry Holst, and Paulino. Ahmose swallowed hard and glowered at Dr. Nagel, attempting to appear intimidating in spite of feeling as if every fiber of his body had turned to jelly.

“Madam, I have the feeling that my companions and I have been trapped in the Never-Ending Story from Hell, and I do not appreciate it one bit,” Ahmose snapped. “We have been traumatized both physically and psychologically by a pernicious sociopath to whom I have a strong suspicion that you are connected. Katou, you referred to this woman as Dr. Josefine Mangler, but I know that isn’t her real name. She asked her test subjects to refer to her as Dr. Aphrodite, but that isn’t her real name either. Her name is Ingrid Nagel.”

“Well done, mein schatz!” Dr. Nagel praised, clapping her hands. “You always were extremely bright, Ahmose, but so full of limiting moral and ethical codes. How did you become aware of who I am?”

~Cie for Naughty Netherworld Press~

Prompts Used:

The novella that this chapter is excerpted from is still slated for publication today.  Be sure to watch for it! 
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Insecure Writers' Support Group July 2019

The question for this month's Insecure Writers' Support Group is what personal traits have you written into your characters?
Insecurity, mostly.
I guess there are a lot of people out there who are extremely self-assured, completely mentally stable, have no phobias, no PTSD, and are completely secure in the belief that their partner would surely never leave them because they are that extra swell.
I am not that person.
I don't write about those kinds of people, because I find it impossible to relate to them.
Anyway, such characters are called Mary Sue and Gary Stu, and they're boring.
I found out the hard way that people have a lot of misconceptions about those of us who are insecure and who may have a toy or two in the attic, a red under the bed, and a little yellow man in our head.
My story in the most recent WEP challenge featured a young vampire named Bernie. I'm not sure I ought to be saying the v-word because it might get me piled on again, but I'm feeling contrary, so I'll let my freak flag fly.
Bernie regains consciousness to find himself in a 5 x 5 windowless cell. Now, I guess nobody who read this story is claustrophobic, because many people wondered why Bernie was behaving as if his marbles had been taken away. The way Bernie was acting made perfect sense to me. I hate taking elevators because I'm always afraid the damn thing is going to get stuck, and I'm claustrophobic as anything.
So, Bernie behaved the way I would have behaved if I woke up to find myself in a 5 x 5 cell.
Now all you cool, calm and collected people know how a person who is claustrophobic behaves in a confined space. They freak the hell out.
Bernie's captors torment him psychologically, convincing him that his boyfriend, who is being held prisoner as well, sold him out for his own freedom and went off to be with a love interest from his past. 
The myriad of self-assured individuals who read the story didn't understand when Bernie's doubts overwhelmed him and he broke down, assuming the worst. They assumed that Bernie, who is a character in his mid-twenties, must be a teenager, because, apparently, between the ages of 12 and 19, one is a tightly-wound, neurotic ball of quivering self-doubt, but once a person hits twenty, boom, they are completely secure in themselves and know that no-one would ever betray someone as stellarly flawless as they are.
I guess I must have missed out on this step in my evolution, because I'm thirty-four years beyond twenty, and my insecurities screwed up any relationship I had where I wasn't betrayed first. So, there you have it.
I wrote Bernie as being insecure and naive, but a teenager he isn't. He thinks the world of his boyfriend, a fellow who is actually worthy of his trust, and he tends to find it difficult to believe that he could deserve someone so awesome. He does, in fact, deserve all the awesomeness that comes his way. You see, Bernie is much nicer than I am. I'm kind of a defensive asshole.
Bernie isn't the only character who embodies my insecurities. All of my characters are broken in one way or another. You will never find a Mary Sue or Gary Stu in any of my Universes.


Weekend Writing Warriors 7 July 2019 (ER, LGBT, PA, SF)

In a hidden underground bunker beneath the Manzanar Internment facility, a slender man with shoulder-length brown hair rolled in vertical curls sat on a red velvet throne, sipping blood from a golden goblet. The prone body of a nude man, his throat slit, lay on the floor before the throne. A diminutive soldier with brown curly hair, dark eyes, and a prominent nose approached slowly.

“Was there something you required, Elias?” the vampire inquired, picking a grape off its stem with slender, spiderlike white fingers terminating in red-lacquered nails. He had a thick Romanian accent, and his manner of speaking was staid and formal.

“Yes sir, your Majesty. I think you ought to know that there are newcomers on the base, and I think they may be time travelers.”

“Time travelers?” the vampire scoffed. “What makes you suggest that?”

~Cie for Naughty Netherworld Press~

This snippet is from Caged Birds, the latest in the Carnal Invasion: Dark Mysteries subseries, available only from Naughty Netherworld Press on Kindle. The book is due for publication on July 4, 2019. The conversation is between the Ancient Vampire King and Elias French, a lackey.

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Tidbit Tuesday #1: Katou's Revelation

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Captain Abigail Botterill uses her scientific abilities for evil

The following is an excerpt from Carnal Invasion XIII: Caged Birds, due for release from Naughty Netherworld Press on Kindle on July 4, 2019. 
A trio of Japanese-American vampires, Ahmose Ike, Gregory Inoue, and Mondo Katou, plus Ahmose's boyfriend Bernie Jaskolski, have traveled back in time to the Manzanar Internment camp in the hopes of saving Gregory's husband, Theodoric Elms. 
This snippet contains profanity and vampires, so if you'd rather avoid foul-mouthed bloodsuckers from beyond the grave, this is your chance to hit the back button and retreat from whence you came.

“Katou, quit being a cunt,” Ahmose demanded irritably. “As you must know, I’ve a very short fuse where you’re concerned, and I’m just nanometers from hitting the trigger and going full nuclear on your ass. You told us that Captain Botterill killed Theodoric. Just how did she do it?”

“It was Paraji’s Djinn who sabotaged Theo’s vintage car,” Katou revealed. “They blasted it with energy waves, causing it to lose control. When the car flipped, Gregory and Theo were stunned, but Theo still wasn’t easy to subdue. Those Djinn are strong, you know that, and, as you’ve noticed, Theo is special. It took four Djinn to take him down and put him under. When the Djinn got him back to the base, Botterill had them shackle him to a gurney with a silver collar and manacles. She…”

Katou swallowed hard, and a bloody tear ran down his cheek.

“She drained every ounce of his blood from him,” he revealed, voice quavering. “I begged her to stop, but she kept draining until his body was just a sack of skin draped over his bones. She injected him with silver and his body turned black. She assured me that the condition was temporary, and she would reverse it as long as I did what she ordered.”

~Cie for Naughty Netherworld Press~

Prompt Used:

Join me for Tidbit Tuesday!
While posting this snippet, an idea came to me like a flash...like a vision. I just wrote it down. Here is that idea.
If you enjoy blog hops and want to add a new one to your Tuesday repertoire, all you need to do is place your link in the handy Mr. Linky box. I'm sharing a snippet from a WIP, but you can share pretty much anything: flash fiction, a selection from a WIP, fiction, nonfiction, poetry, photography, book and product reviews, recipes--I'm not picky, you decide! 
You can include advertising for your book, product, service, blog, or whatever at the end of your post.
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WWII propaganda newsreel which attempts to frame the forced displacement and imprisonment of Japanese-American citizens in a positive light.

Caged Birds: Meeting Katou

Image by Nhil Banda from Pixabay

“Yakitori again?”

The sanctimonious voice belonged to a cadaverous man of medium height in his mid-thirties. He had a sunken-cheeked, clean-shaven face, a sharp, beaklike nose, and piercing, coal-black eyes. His mode of dress placed him as someone who worked in an academic or clerical position rather than manual labor.

Ahmose, who had just arrived at the serving line with a fresh supply of skewered chicken, realized that the man was addressing him and felt annoyed. The kitchen was busy. Certainly, this fancy fellow with his high airs could have addressed his question to one of the servers on the line.

“Don’t know about ‘again,’ I just got here yesterday,” Ahmose replied. “It’s good, but there are plenty of other choices if it doesn’t appeal to you. Pardon me, I must get back to the kitchen.”

Ahmose could feel the man’s eyes sizing him up as he hurried away. He turned for a moment, and a chill went up his spine. The look on the fellow’s face was that of a hungry predator sizing up his prey.

“If that creep thinks I’m going to give him so much as a sniff, he’s got another think coming,” Ahmose mused. “Unless Gregory and I are both severely mistaken, long tall Linus seems to be pretty keen for me. If I’m going to take that kind of chance, I want it to be with a good guy, not a pervert.”

Lost in thought, Ahmose managed to slam his hip against the edge of the grill. He gasped and stepped back, not so much hurt as startled.

“Wow! Careful there, Ike!” Corporal Tasker cautioned. “We don’t need you to end up being the next item on the menu. Slow it down a tick, Son! You’re always in a red-hot hurry. You’re a good worker. I don’t want you to overdo things, all right?”

“Yessir. Thank you,” Ahmose replied, blushing as if his boss could see his amorous thoughts for Linus brewing about in his mind. “I…I’m used to moving quick in a confined space from years of helping my father and cousins in the fish market on busy days. I miscalculated how far I had left to go before hitting the grill, and I ended up hitting the grill.”

Both men laughed, and Tasker patted Ahmose’s shoulder.

“It’s all right, Brother, it’s peachy,” Tasker reassured his new employee. “Carry on, you’re doing a good job.”

“I appreciate it, Sir. Thank you.”

“You move like dragonfly,” an elderly cook named Fukui said in Japanese. “From this day, I call you Ahmose Dragonfly.”

~Cie for Naughty Netherworld Press~

Prompt Used:

This is a chapter from Caged Birds, the thirteenth installment in the Carnal Invasion series, which is due to be released on July 4, 2019, only from Kindle.
Caged Birds tells the story of three Japanese-American vampires, Ahmose Ike, Gregory Inoue, and Mondo Katou, who, along with Ahmose's boyfriend Bernie Jaskolski, go back in time in hopes of saving one of their companions. They end up returning to the Manzanar internment camp, where they were held prisoner during the early 1940s.
The story switches between the viewpoints of the men as they were in the 1940s and as they are in 2019. This particular chapter involves the 1940s versions of the characters. The Linus character occupying Ahmose's thoughts is Bernie's previous incarnation.
The model pictured has a fuller face than the character Mondo Katou, but his staid expression and proper attire made the image a good choice to illustrate Katou's critical gaze and austere demeanor.

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