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Blog postSounds in the Night Andrea sits up in bed with a gasp. Something has woken her. She listens to the sounds of the night. She hears the soft tinkle and pitter-patter of Goliath, the noisiest cat alive. He’s found something and is playing with it all over the house.
Andrea lays her head back down on the pillow and stares at the ceiling. Soft moonlight streaks across her bedspread. Something is wrong, she knows it, but sleep is heavy and soon her eyelids close and she dozes off in -
Blog postSounds in the Night Andrea sits up in bed with a gasp. Something has woken her. She listens to the sounds of the night. She hears the soft tinkle and pitter-patter of Goliath, the noisiest cat alive. He’s found something and is playing with it all over the house.
Andrea lays her head back down on the pillow and stares at the ceiling. Soft moonlight streaks across her bedspread. Something is wrong, she knows it, but sleep is heavy and soon her eyelids close and she dozes off in -
Blog postThe Dark Cottage Laura opened her eyes and glimpsed light creeping in slits around the windows. She moved her fingers on the coarse fabric of the blanket. She touched her side, her wound bandaged.
Laura gazed at the ceiling as her eyes adjusted to the darkness and wondered where she was. She remembered staggering to her feet by the river and running, moving as fast as she could. She remembered thinking the others would come after her and her urgency gave her strength, yet befu -
Blog postThe Dark Cottage Laura opened her eyes and glimpsed light creeping in slits around the windows. She moved her fingers on the coarse fabric of the blanket. She touched her side, her wound bandaged.
Laura gazed at the ceiling as her eyes adjusted to the darkness and wondered where she was. She remembered staggering to her feet by the river and running, moving as fast as she could. She remembered thinking the others would come after her and her urgency gave her strength, yet befu -
Blog postThe Card Game The body swayed in the howling wind as the noose creaked on the gallows’ crossbeam. The distant scurrying of a rat the only sound on the empty square.
Hangman glanced out the window and sighted the dangling body in the pale moonlight. He sighed. He hated the job, but the little ’uns had to eat.
“You gon’ play or not?” Deputy called. A soft moan sounded through the jail.
“He must be wakin’ up,” Deputy murmured and Hangman, shuffling into a -
Blog postThe Card Game The body swayed in the howling wind as the noose creaked on the gallows’ crossbeam. The distant scurrying of a rat the only sound on the empty square.
Hangman glanced out the window and sighted the dangling body in the pale moonlight. He sighed. He hated the job, but the little ’uns had to eat.
“You gon’ play or not?” Deputy called. A soft moan sounded through the jail.
“He must be wakin’ up,” Deputy murmured and Hangman, shuffling into a -
Blog postThe Lark at Dawn Alondra sits in her damp cell and buries her head in her hands. Through the tiny window she glimpses the moon as the sky lightens. Dawn approaches and Alondra kneels and prays with pleading eyes fixed on the moon.
“Dios,” she whispers in Castilian, “please help me. I have done no wrong.”
Light crawls over the land and creeps through Alondra’s window. She passes her fingers under the tiny ray, as if trying to touch it, but feels no warmth.
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Blog postThe Lark at Dawn Alondra sits in her damp cell and buries her head in her hands. Through the tiny window she glimpses the moon as the sky lightens. Dawn approaches and Alondra kneels and prays with pleading eyes fixed on the moon.
“Dios,” she whispers in Castilian, “please help me. I have done no wrong.”
Light crawls over the land and creeps through Alondra’s window. She passes her fingers under the tiny ray, as if trying to touch it, but feels no warmth.
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Blog postGrave Moonlight shone through Mandy’s window in long skeleton claws across her unicorn bedspread; shadows cast by the tree outside, still bare though spring had arrived. The tree as ancient as the graveyard adjacent her house.
Mandy sat on the corner of the bed, huddled against the headboard with the comforter drawn up to her chin and her brother Mick’s baseball bat beside her.
Tonight was the scary night. It came twice a year when the light and the dark were equal… a -
Blog postGrave Moonlight shone through Mandy’s window in long skeleton claws across her unicorn bedspread; shadows cast by the tree outside, still bare though spring had arrived. The tree as ancient as the graveyard adjacent her house.
Mandy sat on the corner of the bed, huddled against the headboard with the comforter drawn up to her chin and her brother Mick’s baseball bat beside her.
Tonight was the scary night. It came twice a year when the light and the dark were equal… a -
Blog postReflection Jenny stared at the funhouse. Lightning flashed in the distance, yet the town fair was still in full swing. She counted her tickets, aware of her dad’s impatience to be home before the storm arrived.
“It’ll be a big one,” Dad said and allowed Jenny one last game.
She chose the funhouse.
Jenny took a deep breath and advanced toward the attendant, her tickets held out before her like a dangling paper snake.
A shy, soft-spoken chi -
Blog postReflection Jenny stared at the funhouse. Lightning flashed in the distance, yet the town fair was still in full swing. She counted her tickets, aware of her dad’s impatience to be home before the storm arrived.
“It’ll be a big one,” Dad said and allowed Jenny one last game.
She chose the funhouse.
Jenny took a deep breath and advanced toward the attendant, her tickets held out before her like a dangling paper snake.
A shy, soft-spoken chi -
Blog postHeavy “The road is long…” The Hollies sang; Martin switched off the radio. He hated “He Ain’t Heavy, He’s My Brother”. It brought back memories of blasts and mud and death. Memories of Arthur, the brother who’d been so heavy Martin had buckled under his weight; so heavy Martin’s feet had dragged through the mud, surrounded by the deafening roar of bombs. Martin had tried to crawl, but Arthur had been so heavy…
Martin wiped off a tear and tried not to think about war things. The road -
Blog postHeavy “The road is long…” The Hollies sang; Martin switched off the radio. He hated “He Ain’t Heavy, He’s My Brother”. It brought back memories of blasts and mud and death. Memories of Arthur, the brother who’d been so heavy Martin had buckled under his weight; so heavy Martin’s feet had dragged through the mud, surrounded by the deafening roar of bombs. Martin had tried to crawl, but Arthur had been so heavy…
Martin wiped off a tear and tried not to think about war things. The road -
Blog postBy Starlight Starlight glimmers on a soft raggedy lump by the riverbank; water crackles against the pebbles. A soft moan breaks the silence and the lump shudders and stirs. Little by little, the lump awakens, piercing the quiet night with groans and whimpers. With much effort, the lump flips itself over and a pale face gazes upwards.
“Help me,” the tiny voice whispers; the lips quiver in pain and agony.
It moves its fingers and sandy pebbles stick to the tattere -
Blog postBy Starlight Starlight glimmers on a soft raggedy lump by the riverbank; water crackles against the pebbles. A soft moan breaks the silence and the lump shudders and stirs. Little by little, the lump awakens, piercing the quiet night with groans and whimpers. With much effort, the lump flips itself over and a pale face gazes upwards.
“Help me,” the tiny voice whispers; the lips quiver in pain and agony.
It moves its fingers and sandy pebbles stick to the tattere -
Blog postTrick or Treat “Go on, do it,” the boys stood before the gate and egged Ralphie on. He wiped his sweaty palms on the seat of his pants and adjusted the cardboard breastplate he’d made. Tonight he was a knight, and this was his quest. He tightened the twine around his legs that held the cardboard shinguards in place and set his cardboard helmet straight. Ralphie held his makeshift cardboard sword and took a deep breath.
Skeletal fingers of dead bushes snaked over the yard’s dry -
Blog postTrick or Treat “Go on, do it,” the boys stood before the gate and egged Ralphie on. He wiped his sweaty palms on the seat of his pants and adjusted the cardboard breastplate he’d made. Tonight he was a knight, and this was his quest. He tightened the twine around his legs that held the cardboard shinguards in place and set his cardboard helmet straight. Ralphie held his makeshift cardboard sword and took a deep breath.
Skeletal fingers of dead bushes snaked over the yard’s dry -
Blog postHi everyone, I would like to announce a Kindle Countdown Deal for my novel “Rust: A Ghost Mystery Novel” which will run from August 12, 2019 to August 19, 2019. During the week the price of e-book “Rust” will be discounted with price increments every 32 hours.
Here is the Amazon link to my book:
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B06XDXRTMT
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Blog postHi everyone, I would like to announce a Kindle Countdown Deal for my novel “Rust: A Ghost Mystery Novel” which will run from August 12, 2019 to August 19, 2019. During the week the price of e-book “Rust” will be discounted with price increments every 32 hours.
Here is the Amazon link to my book:
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B06XDXRTMT
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Rust: A Ghost Mystery Novel
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