If I Should Die
Peyton Farley has settled into a new life in southwest Montana. Research and fact checking for a local newspaper is a perfectly safe job, or is it? One morning, Peyton awakens and finds a strange man in lace up work boots who is bleeding out on her kitchen floor. As Peyton calls 911 from her bedroom, someone is stealing the body.
Milk Carton People
Milk Carton People is a paranormal thriller about people who suddenly find themselves invisible, able to observe things but unable to participate. Do they go mad? Maybe they find others. It is quite possible that there is no point in being invisible.
Monthly Archives: May 2012
Writerly Wednesday Welcomes Dina Rae
A chain of advertising agencies, a new breed of humans, and a fallen angel to worship…
Andel Talistokov is known for his slick advertising agencies across the globe. He is a fallen angel that uses advertising as a weapon for Satan’s work. His growing power emboldens him to break several of Hell’s Commandments. Furious with his arrogance, Satan commands him to return to Hell after finding his own replacement. Continue reading
You Can Take the Cat out of the House .. If these wall could talk..
Sure, towards the end we had to hide behind a massage therapy business, but still, everyone had to know. Did you know that even women come for a little rub down? Continue reading
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Writerly Wednesday Welcomes Linda D. Hays-Gibbs
My website: Blog Innocent Hearts. _http://www.eternalpress.biz/people.php?author=493__ My Angel, My Light as Darkness Falls Amazon Link YouTube YouTube Bio She was born in Mississippi and lives in Alabama. She went back to school late in life, graduated with a BA … Continue reading
If Walls Could Talk – Summer Home
Did you know dust is almost entirely human skin that is shed daily? Kind of gross. Really gross. Without humans wondering around, cooking, showering, playing, napping, I don’t really need all that much attention. Continue reading
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Writerly Wednesday Welcomes James L. Hatch
James L. Hatch is our Writerly Guest this week! Welcome James. Bio Although my bachelors, masters, and Ph.D. are in chemistry and meteorology, I worked as a scientist and system/software engineer before retiring a third time, and then turned to … Continue reading
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Tagged Comedy, James L. Hatch, Miss Havana, The Substitute, The Training Bra
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Fiction Friday – If Walls Could Talk – Schoolhouse
With two classrooms there is still a lot of repetition. Year after year the teachers taught the same lessons, gave the same hand writing, arithmetic drills, reading circles. One group would work quietly while another group gave recitals on facts and more facts. Continue reading
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Clematis Ever After or My Brown Thumb
When we first moved into our home I spent the first summer plucking things out of the flower bed. I left a few weeds to see what they might become and discovered I had been murdering columbines by the bushel. Continue reading
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Tagged brown thumb, Clematis, flowers, garden, gardening, green thumb
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Fiction Friday – Poorhouse – If Walls Could Talk
The insane and infirm were given their own shelter, shared, I heard, with those who were dying from tuberculosis. It was a grim time. Continue reading
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Writerly Wednesday Presents Kim Richards – Haunted Mansion Project: Year One
Now, however, her first look at the Haunted Mansion in person is enough to make her head and heart pound. Nothing she’d seen on the web could convey the size and sheer intensity of the place, the dimness of the full-width front porch and second floor balcony even in full sunlight, the expanse of windows on the uppermost floor that swallow light and seem to give back nothing. She doesn’t want to go in, but the taxi that drops them at the bottom of the heart-shaped front lawn is already pulling away and Justin is picking up his suitcase behind her. Continue reading