Adventures Of A Feral Wild Tiger

Surprisingly, lately, I found myself sitting on a pasture with the greenest grass I have ever seen. (Not that I saw too much grass in my life, but that’s beside the point).


I saw that movement from the corner of my eyes and instinctively crouched lower, sneaked closer, and with every single step, I felt the grass blades below my feet.


Again I discovered the movement… and then I saw it. It was actually smaller than I thought it would be. In a flash of brown, gray, and pink, it disappeared into the ground.


Carefully I tiptoed closer and found the entrance of its house. I was a bit irritated. Why crossing my path and then disappearing? It smelled, in an odd way, intriguing. I used my nose, felt my muzzle move from one to the other side, my whiskers trembled. I had barely ever realized how wonderful my whiskers are. My ears turned forward and back, trying to catch that shooing sound it makes when it walks. Still crouched, I decided to wait at that hole for a while, my nose and ears working constantly.

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And then it shot out of another spot in the ground, not even six feet away, and ran. It was fast… I jumped up and followed… there was no more hiding. I sprinted after it. My feet were feeling every single crumb of dirt, every bumpiness. My eyes registered how fast the surroundings passed; it was like a blur. I stretched, gained speed. And then, it started panicking and turned to the right… just when I took another angle, it changed back, even speeding up. I jumped forward, a leap, another leap, calculating where it would be next.


And then, when I took the last leap, I knew I had it. I jumped, further than I ever did, higher than I ever did….. and I dove down on it. I could see it. I could almost taste it, only half an inch, the fraction of a second…


And then I woke up…


Mommy laughed and then picked me up, hugged me, and caressed me. She’s always sweet. She takes good care of my two sisters and me. But she can’t replace the glorious adventure of hunting a mouse.


And that’s, what Mommy said, makes her laugh… when I sleep, with my ears turning forward and back, flat to my head, with my nose twitching, my whiskers trembling, my feet moving… to her, I’m just fidgeting, but to me, in my head, I’m instinctively checking my surroundings, following my prey. I’m on a hunt. Maybe only in my dreams. I’m still glad Mommy feeds me. I’m not sure I would know what to do with the mouse once I catch it. But it’s nice to imagine anyway, to be an instinct-driven, feral, wild tiger.

(Short Story Copyright A. J. Alexander, May 2021)

Tangled Tales – Now Over 200 Short Stories – Written By Juliette Kings

Today I found a great blog post on the ‘Vampire Maman’s blog: A list with 200 of her short stories! What an amazing list! She even added a few short stories from other authors (including mine) but that’s only a detail. Thanks so much, Juliette! I read so many of them. But I sure will find the one or the other to refresh my memory!


 

Short Stories from Vampire Maman

A good portion of the posts on Vampiremaman.com read like short stories, but the list here is of stand alone stories that don’t necessarily follow the tales of Juliette’s life with her husband, kids and assorted Vampire Mom adventures.

Expect the unexpected … and a lot of fun! Click on the title to go to the story.

You’ll find Vampire, parenting, Gothic romance, horror, humor, urban fantasy, science fiction, odd ditties, literary fiction, and other unique and unexpected tangled tales. This isn’t the complete list but it will keep you busy for a while. Keep checking back for more.

* Guest authors  

  1. Dancing on the Beach
  2. Morning in the Vineyard
  3. When You Grow Old
  4. A Man Should Have What He Wants
  5. Ode to a Greek God
  6. The Alley
  7. Off to See the Wizard
  8. Baker Beach
  9. The Necklace (My Christmas Necklace)
  10. The Travelers
  11. Captain Sandy and the Airship at the End of the World
  12. Perfection
  13. The Shadow of Fire
  14. Robert and the Key *
  15. Dark Politics
  16. Romance of the Needles

CONTINUE READING HERE

What Not To Do With My Name

Today I was asked: Do you prefer to be called Aurora or Jean or both? It wasn’t the first time I heard this question, but it made me chuckle since it gave me the idea to this blog post.

My full name is Aurora Jean Alexander. From what I was told, since there is no hyphen between the two first names I cannot ‘demand’ to be called Aurora Jean. This is no tragedy since I prefer ‘AJ’.

Do I mind being called ‘Aurora’? No, of course not! Many do that. Do I mind being called ‘Jean’? Yes. Unfortunately it does remind me of denim and I don’t feel like turning around hearing someone yell “Jeeeeeaaaan” after me like I’d be a wet pair of pants.

But let’s start at the beginning: the origins of my names:

The origin of Aurora is Latin. The name means ‘dawn’. (which reminds me: Isn’t ‘Dawn’ a female name as well?  I admit: I don’t think I’m a ‘Dawn’. But never mind that now.)

The origin of Jean is Hebrew and means “gift from God”  (Or it’s related to the Scottish name Jane, it depends on which page you’re looking for.)

I like the origin of Aurora and I like the sound of Aurora Jean together. But what I still like most is AJ. – So, call me Aurora, Aurora Jean or AJ, they’re all good.

Just promise me: never ever call me “my little sunrise”, as a buddy of mine did – before he didn’t talk anymore for quite some time. His jaw surgery went well and he carefully started eating oatmeal last week. (LOL – Just kidding!)

Enjoy dawn…

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A Blog Post Dedicated To A Very Furry Friend

I know you might ask yourself – a “furry friend”? And I’ll reply: Yes… VERY furry. The ones of you who read my blog regularly will probably know by now who I am talking about. For the clueless ones: Here he is:

 

The Story Reading Ape

 

Of course, we know him as TSRA, but as most of us know, behind this pseudonym a real man hides. His name: Chris Graham.

Chris is a writer supporter, an excellent blogger, an avid reader – and an amazing personality – a friend!

What is the purpose of “The Story Reading Ape’s’ blog? He writes on his “About” page:

What is the purpose of my blog?

1. To introduce YOU to new (to me) authors I’ve come across in my wanderings through books and the cyber forest.

2. To provide a platform (battered old homemade soapbox) for authors to introduce themselves to you. (See my Contact Me Section for Guest Author article Guidelines)

3. As an informal information service to authors, poets, or anyone else who is thinking of becoming a published person of that ilk.

4. To promote FUN and an OASIS OF CALM and Font of useful Knowledge and tips for Indies (please do NOT feed my naughty chimps or they may follow you home) from the woes and stresses of the real world.

But Chris does more than that. He supports, entertains, helps, consults, suggests and answers.

Whenever I have a question and don’t know where to go with it, I know I can ask The Story Reading Ape. If he can’t help, I know he’ll find a way or a person who can.

How often have I been crying on his shoulder (not literally though!) – and he comforted me. And he was there for me when I didn’t get anywhere with my book blurb – and again when I needed a cover designer.

Not to forget he was the one who spread the word about ‘Writer’s Treasure Chest’ to his thousands of followers, re-blogged my posts, published guest posts, accepted me into his author’s hall of fame and supported not only my writing but also my blogging significantly.

The Story Reading Ape has a soft spot for his readers, followers, authors – and fans.

To me, Chris is one of the cornerstones during the last few years of my writing and blogging progress and a valuable and appreciated companion on my path to publishing my book. It will take another while, but I know, whenever I need help, he’ll be there.

Even though I never met Chris Graham personally, I consider him a friend, and today I wanted to say:

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