Welcome to Fiction Musings!


Sometimes we all just need to take a coffee break from the pressures of life - that is what the purpose of “Fiction Musings” is. The goal is to provide an entertaining ongoing story that entertains as well as makes you think. Since I never quite sure what I will be titling any of my fiction pieces yet, they will all be filed first under the ‘Fiction’ category and when a title becomes clear, that category (title of piece) will be added and posts will fall under that category also.

Although I hope you will enjoy what write here, I am hoping that you will comment also. Sometimes, I will ask the audience which direction the plot should take - take this as an opportunity to have your voice heard. Majority rules as this is meant to be popular fiction, so there may be cases when I will ignore my own thoughts, but I always seem to work them in somehow anyway.

Okay, here are a few rules…

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Well, enough with the introduction, let’s get started! Happy reading!

It’s NaNoWriMo Time Again!

November 1, 2008 on 6:53 pm | In General Fiction | No Comments

Wow! I cannot believe that it is that time again.  The years seem to pass by so quickly once you are over 30.

For those of you unfamiliar with NaNoWriMo, it is a month long writing marathon where you agree to crank out at least 50,000 words of a novel.  It does not matter what you write, just as long as you write.  So, here I am again, and hopefully I can complete the job this year.  I have decided to break it down into manageable chunks this year - a mere 2,000 words per day - to assure I cross the finish line.

So over the next 30 days, what you will find featured here is my NaNoWriMo novel.  Enjoy!

Inspirational Poetry Break

July 4, 2008 on 4:14 pm | In Inspirational Poetry | No Comments

Dragon Slayer

Into the darkness, in the midst of the trees
Strolling with Danger, frequently on my knees,
Holding hands with Fear; Courage my best friend
God listens to my soul and hears my heart
With the ear He lends

Walking next to the River Iniquity in deep contemplation
Crossing over requires His hand and my concentration

Heavy laden with burdens I no longer can carry
A moment of hesitation and I know I must not tarry
I cry out loud and Nature hears my cry
Repeating fervently to myself and God –
“I don’t wanna die”…

With His power, I walk forth on this mine filled path
Pressing forward with uncertainty, and fearing the aftermath
Carrying a well of faith within and I am but one small player
But knowing all is possible with God, my Dragon Slayer

© 2006 Deirdre Jones

Chapter 1 - Dominique

June 4, 2008 on 9:35 pm | In General Fiction | 1 Comment

Dominique breathed in the antiseptic smell of the waiting area – she hated that smell.  It reminded her of hospitals, and even though it was supposed to signify that it the area was germ free, somehow all the grungy looking characters strolling in and out of the place made her want to itch.  But she needed the cash so she sat quietly watching a rerun of the movie ‘Crossover’ playing on the two sets in the room.

Money was tight these days and had been for the past couple of years since she had lost her job.  Now, she bounced from one temp agency to the next taking most any paying gig just to keep a roof over her head.  Funny how people thought that just because you were single and did not have kids that life was supposed to be somehow easier.  That was a laugh.

For starters, there was only one person to make sure the bills got paid – her.  And the government penalized her in the form of taxes for not having a bunch of brats and filing for welfare.  It all seemed a bit absurd in Dominique’s opinion.

Dominique’s empty stomach was beginning to grumble, betraying the fact that she had only eaten one meal today, and that had not been much of a meal – some crackers and a half pint of chocolate milk.  That is why she came straight to the plasma place after work.  That measly thirty bucks would have to last her all week for groceries and transportation – sixty bucks if she came back day after tomorrow.  She hated the place, but it was better than being hungry and walking seven miles to work each way.

As Dominique sat on the hard plastic seats that reminded her of a bus station, she slouched, leaned back and closed her eyes.  It had been a long, hot day – already in the upper nineties and it was only the first week of June.  Plus, her crazy behind supervisor had been riding her all day.  Dominique put up with the nonsense because this particular temp job had the promise of going permanent.

Dominique’s boss was an older black guy who had retired from the Marines.  Problem was, he thought that he was still in the Marines and treated the employees he supervised as such.  Dominique dealt with the situation by counting to in head and repeating silently to herself that he was crazy and that the job paid most of the bills.  She nodded and smiled at him so that he would actually think that she listening to what he said.  Then she calmly went back to whatever she was doing when he was done talking.  Most days, she could avoid him altogether – and that is what she strived for.

The man was always plotting some crazy strategies in his head to manipulate his employees.  He would smile and grin in your face and then tell his supervisor lies about you.  After a while, everyone had his number and just kind of ignored him because they knew he was not playing with a full deck.  Actually, the whole thing was kind of amusing to Dominique to watch; though she reminded herself daily that she was there to do a job and to do it well.  Ultimately, she did not answer to him anyway – he was not God.  So she put up with the nonsense and refrained from being irritated by his shenanigans.

“Dominique!” the lady behind the desk called, “booth 6, please.”

Dominique rose from where she was seating and made her way down the long corridor to booth number six.  A pleasant woman with a kind face greeted her.

“How are you doing today, Dominique?” she asked in a musical Caribbean accent.

“Fine, Mary, how about you?”  Dominique knew the lady from her previous visits and they had somewhat of a rapport going between them.  They joked a bit as Mary drew the required blood sample.  It was nice to hear a pleasant voice after such a long, trying day.  After all the initial lab work was completed, Dominique made her way to the waiting area in the back.  Almost done, she thought to herself.