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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.
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Mike stood up and rested his butt on the porch railing. “Jo.” He said flatly. He stayed there for a few minutes taking stock of the work he’d paid for. Her hair never looked better and the clothes. Maybe the Battered Women’s Shelter could parse them out to women looking for work. Continue reading
“That’s the thing, Marcy. I don’t know where I am.”
Panic rose from Marcy’s stomach and anchored itself in her vocal chords. “Can you ask someone where you are?” Now Marcy was beginning to shout. Marcy waited for a reply.
“Grandma?” Marcy had gone into full panic mode and got up from the café table. Her friend picked up on the urgency. Continue reading
They don’t know he’s convinced them to volunteer information no one should have. The ladies will go home or to their offices and use those passwords. They will fill out forms and disclose things he doesn’t need. Continue reading
I’m okay, isn’t it a little early for a beer?
I haven’t a clue, you brought me back but didn’t exactly set up the scene. So, it’s morning at my house. How long have I been gone? Continue reading
“We ain’t never gonna get out and you know it. And some day he’s gonna kill that woman.” Brady rolled away from her troubled husband. Continue reading
From the Bride’s Side
“No, do you think she’ll have the nerve to wear white?”
From the Groom’s Side
“Well, I hope he got a pre-nup.” Continue reading
Selina pressed the hard cold muzzle against the stalker’s ribs. She wished she had a camera. The look on the stalkers face was pure gold. He sat stock still looking ahead into the darkened park. Continue reading
Selina walked slowly. She took her time to make sure the guy would keep up. He was welcome to come along and Selina had a show-stopper in mind. Continue reading
“Because I know you. Because I care about you. Because I made you. There, you satisfied? I made you.” Continue reading