Rhianna’s Tearful Chalice…new writing, unedited, incomplete…

Jayce and Hekla left the House of Wolves before daybreak. In the night’s quiet, they started for the Bloodless Ravine. Their horses snickered as they rode quietly through the town. Hekla, as usual, had a severe case of grumpiness. “It’s too early to be up and chasing after a shapeshifter.” “Drink your coffee and hush,Continue reading “Rhianna’s Tearful Chalice…new writing, unedited, incomplete…”

NaNoWrimo Project: untitled, unedited…Day 4…

Jayce Walker sat in the passenger seat of Ashley’s truck. The big red Dodge rumbled as they headed for the next stop in Jayce’s journey. In the distance a large multi-level Victorian house stood betwixt a combination of red oak, spruce, and cedar trees. The dogwoods were in bloom. The house once served as aContinue reading “NaNoWrimo Project: untitled, unedited…Day 4…”

NaNoWrimo Project: Untitled, unedited…a continuation of Day 2.

Ashley studied her friend. As previously stated, she and Jayce met when he was hospitalized for what the doctors called a ‘psychotic break.’ He stared at the character that danced across the screen. It was a simple caricature of a human. There were no other messages, just the chilling call for him to end hisContinue reading “NaNoWrimo Project: Untitled, unedited…a continuation of Day 2.”

NANOWRIMO Project: Untitled, unedited…Day 2

“Dear God,” Ashley cried. “Who would send this to you?” “I don’t know. I’m not that person any longer. It must do with my past.” We stared at the figure as it repeated the dance followed by the suicide at the end. “Did you recognize the waitress?” “No.” “You didn’t know her, Jayce? Did sheContinue reading “NANOWRIMO Project: Untitled, unedited…Day 2”

NANOWRIMO Project: Untitled, unedited…Day 1.

Today marked the beginning of the month-long writing event. I sat in my recliner, my mind fueled with various forms of caffeine, and prepared to unburden my heart on digital paper. I’ve been up for several hours, my sleep interrupted by the fear of not updating my word count. “Wake up,” my mind shouted atContinue reading “NANOWRIMO Project: Untitled, unedited…Day 1.”

Brothers…new writing, unedited, incomplete…

Warren Fredericks pulled up in his driveway. After disposing of Ned Watkins, Warren’s memories of Jacob played through his mind. Both he and Jacob survived mean Mrs. Bird’s class. Both had moved on to the next grade. At the age of 14, Warren’s father moved them to Colorado Springs. His dad worked for a defenseContinue reading “Brothers…new writing, unedited, incomplete…”

The Missing…new writing…unedited…

Lilly took the full amount of maternity leave allowed. She returned to work full time on a cold day in February. Konan was given a small desk in the far corner of the room, as it was the last one available. His corner was dark save for one small lamp. It was on, and inContinue reading “The Missing…new writing…unedited…”

The Missing…the story goes on…unedited…

Although finding the perpetrator of these heinous actions proved to be most difficult. After the death of Jacob Walton, the crimes had ceased. Months went by without incident. It was as if a bad stroke of luck passed over the town swiftly, and with the same swiftness it was gone.  On a Tuesday, Lilly wasContinue reading “The Missing…the story goes on…unedited…”

The Missing…more story…unedited…

Konan, Lilly and Tammy finished their conversation. Konan left the department to go for coffee. Halfway to the small drive-thru coffee shop, where the girls were bikinis year-round, Konan decided to go to Parchman to visit his father. Mad Michael sat in the visiting room. He was in front of the large window, the sameContinue reading “The Missing…more story…unedited…”

Holes…the rewrite…unedited…

I am trapped in a hole.  It all started on a brisk fall day.  The sun shined, the wind blew, and the birds sang. It was a typical autumn day in Mississippi. Squirrels raced across my yard as I carried my coffee to my rocker. I sipped my coffee and watched as life happened all aroundContinue reading “Holes…the rewrite…unedited…”