Author Davee Jones

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! This week our group writes to the simple sounding word- evil.    This will be the last installment f ro m Heart Nectar, a new WIP for a new series please see my interpretation. ! “I'd never do anything evil to you.” Rubbing his hands together, George kept looking at Mindie, his eyes pleading, asking for chances to be her everything. “Why didn’t you tell me?” Stupid question, her reaction, this situation, everything told her why. How could she ignore the sincerity of his love coming through each motion of body language? “Well, I mean, I know why you didn’t tell me, but, I’m still not sure how to take it.” “I only wanted an honest beginning, nothing complicated, no strings, no reason for you to doubt my feelings for you have nothing to do with business. I’m asking you to trust me, no matter how difficult it may be.” Staring at a spot on the floor, she refused to look into his eyes. All resolve disappeared when she gazed into h...

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! This week our group writes to the simple sounding word- cup.    Fro m Heart Nectar , a new WIP for a new series please see my interpretation. “Hey, beautiful, what time should I pick you up tonight?” Overthinking the question, every syllable took on some kind of hidden meaning. Key words pinged off a word meter in her brain. Hey, generally meant casual, but, why should he be casual, he’d seen her areola up close and personal. Did he really mean beautiful, as in the most glorious sight he’d ever seen. Don’t even get started on the should I pick you up tonight, was this some kind of menial hook-up, some weird means to an end? “I don’t know, whatever time works for you.” “I didn’t know how long it takes for you to get ready between work and home. You might want more time than I’m willing to wait.” “I’d take my wine in a coffee cup, I’m not some kind of snob. It doesn’t take me hours to get ready for some simple night out.” Why the hel...

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! This week our group writes to the ominous sounding word- flavor.    Fro m Heart Nectar , a new WIP for a new series please see my interpretation. “You’re falling in love. You can’t hide it.” Instantly, the barricade fortified Mindie’s hesitance. Matters of the heart didn’t fare easily into her admissions. Vulnerability squeezed her vocal cords, almost shutting off her words. “I don’t know.” “Well, I do, I’ve seen love a million different ways. You’re not an exception. This glow doesn’t come from anything else.” “You can see it?” Dear Lord, she didn’t want to be just another sap. “What’s wrong with making it known? Shit, be truthful with yourself. You’re trying to hide from me, your self-proclaimed best friend who’s like family. Your act doesn’t work. Stop insulting my emotional intelligence. You’re really an idiot denying what’s going on inside your own soul.” “It’s tough letting go.” “You’re damn right it’s t...

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! This week our group writes to the ominous sounding word- Gold.    Fro m Heart Nectar , a new WIP for a new series please see my interpretation. Finding this modest side of Brent gave Nixie another reason to be impressed. He brought a personal subject into their discussion so casually and naturally. Obviously, pride didn’t hinder the disclosure. In the past when a man bragged about his pocket, he was careless with the contents. Nixie admired his practical statements. When Mindie began speaking, she took the opportunity checking around the room for atmosphere. Quickly catching her I were lit candles around the room. Not yet quite dark outside, natural light filtered in completing the golden tones flickering across the space. At a table set for three, a nice tablecloth with complimentary placemats served as a backdrop for their best dishes and cutlery. Mindie had even snuck in a wine carafe, holding a beautiful hued blend. Three sparkling win...

Welcome to our visual Tuesday Tales, this post made me hungry every time I saw the picture prompt. It was easy to develop 300 words about this culinary masterpiece, enjoy....now, I'm gonna go find some food. “I’m starving, whatever you have going smells absolutely bomb.” Nixie paced next to the table, having already placed their plates and silverware. “How much longer is it gonna be? Dammit, I need sustenance.” “You’re gonna have a stroke someday if you don’t control your impatience.” “I just might murder someone.” Lowering her voice, her words still lacked the necessary sinister tone to make them believable. “I’m sorry I haven’t been more open with you lately.” Mindie’s apology floated from the kitchen within a cloud of sincerity meant to soothe Nixie’s savage disposition. “What’s that, I couldn’t hear you?” Mindie entered the dining room, hot dish in hand. “You heard me, I know you did. You’ve got the ears of a bionic woman.” Presenting their supper with flare...

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! This week our group writes to the ominous sounding word- Glass.    Fro m Heart Nectar , a new WIP for a new series please see my interpretation. “I can’t wait for the day we actually use crystal instead of glass.” “I know what you mean, I think.” Carolyn didn’t always understand Nixie’s perspective. Her best friend kept her on her toes in that department. It was probably a good thing, since Carolyn could sometimes be the hopeless romantic. Nixie kept her grounded. “The day we’re all famous, and everyone wants our wines, like some of the finest Napa or Sonoma brands. I don’t mean I want to get rid of these.” Holding up an etched glass reading Heart Nectar on the side, with their unique artistic logo next to it. “Don’t worry, I won’t let you turn all uppity or anything. I’ll knock your ass back down to reality when you need it.” “Thank you for your generosity. I knew I could count on you.” Trying to giggle was like swallowing...

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! This week our group writes to the intensely striking photo of the moon. I think of harvest moon when I see such splendor. We only get 300 words to grab your attention and bring you into the world we're writing from.   Fro m Steal My Heart , a new WIP for a new series. “You’re one giant leap for me in a world full of my small steps.” There’s no way she could ignore such a plea. He was as genuine as Charles was deceitful. Not cut from the same cloth, only sharing a few threads of DNA didn’t make this man the same conniving scum who’d invaded her home and body with such treachery. George exuded sorrow for actions he hadn’t even taken. Her fingers yearned to touch his hair, pulling him in closely, as if she’d never get another chance. “The moon is romanticizing your words.” “Don’t blame anything on this setting, although it’s perfect.” The secluded winery nestled securely among vines much older than her twenty-something y...