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#8Sunday

Good morning Sunday! This most recent break has (finally) not been due to lack of motivation or epic degrees of procrastination. I have had so many deadlines to hit that anything getting written was for submission. Focusing solely on those submissions paid off and I am happy to announce that I have been accepted into the Stitched Smiles Publication anthology for Monsters vs. Zombies. Now that I have a spare moment to breathe, I decided to work through an old book of prompts. This week’s #8Sunday for wewriwa is based on the prompt to “write a paragraph where a character apologises without using the words ‘apologise’, ‘regret’, or ‘sorry’. Thanks for stopping by and make sure you check out other great writers through Weekend Writing Warriors where they will also share 8-10 sentences from their work.

Hudson paused, raking a hand through his hair, helpless.

“Stacey, please, I want to fix this; I should have called you when I got home.”

“That’s not all Hugs, you’ve been gone three months, I’ve been waiting. I find out you’re home by seeings pics on facebook of you at a bar – what the hell?” Stacey raised her eyebrows, tears shimmering in her green eyes.

“Baby I messed up; I don’t know what I was thinking – I wasn’t thinking. I will do whatever I need to do.”

Stacey stared at her boyfriend of two years, chewing her lip. When she didn’t say anything, Hudson continued, scooting closer so their knees were touching.
“Baby, you know you’re the woman I want. You’re my priority and I know I didn’t make you feel that way – from now on, I promise, i will. Can you forgive me? Please? I’ve missed you so much.”

Stacey nodded, letting Hudson take her into his arms.

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#8 Sunday WeWriWa

It’s been a rainy weekend so far, but, sometimes, that kind of snuggle-up with coffee and a good book weather is totally needed. Thanks for taking the time out of your cozy weekend to stop by and check out this week’s #8Sunday WeWriWa snippet. While I’ve been working on other stories for submission, I keep coming back to Lex. One day, Lex, we’ll unleash you on the world. For now, she can be found below, waking up after having been captured in the woods by two foul-mouthed hunters she had encountered before (but in human form).

“Look who’s up!” The fatter one punched the older one in the arm, hefting his jeans up when he stood. I growled when they approached the cage.

“Now, are you a regular wolf or did we catch a were bitch?” The fat one laughed, the smell of booze and cigarettes strong.

“How do we make ’em turn? We gotta know if we’re gonna try to sell ‘er to Cyrus.”

“You’re right. Hmm, plus then we can see what kinda penny we can get fer her. Maybe she’s cute. Maybe I’ll keep ‘er fer myself, we’ll ask Cyrus when he gets here,” the fat one leered at me and I snapped at the bars, baring my teeth.

Sweat dripped down his mottled face. He was afraid. I prowled the cage, shoving my weight against the sides and rattling the bars.

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Short with Dark Chapter Press

I am excited to say that I have been selected as one of the two winners for Dark Chapter Press’s January flash fiction contest for my story, Truck Stop. Truck Stop follows a young woman, who escapes the snowy night by hitchhiking , only to have that night take a dark turn. You can read it, and the other winner, ‘Til Death by Michael James Parker, here http://January Flash Fiction Competition Winner #2 The Truck Stop by Kristen Clark . Thanks for stopping by!

Book Review Missing You by Harlan Coben

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What better way to spend frigid days than holed up binge-reading twisty thrillers. If you haven’t read this one, I highly recommend it. The slow build and layering of plot was done with just the right amount of suspense that it kept me hooked from the very first page. The story centers around NYPD detective Kat Donovan, who thinks she has rekindled with an ex-fiancee over a dating website. When he seemingly doesn’t recognize her, it twigs her suspicions later on as Kat discovers missing persons, all of whom had supposedly gone away with romantic interests off the same dating website. Kat is made to go on a leave of absence when her line of questioning has her accusing her superior in her father murder from years ago, Her line of questioning brings her face to face with a mob boss and  her real ex-fiancee (who has changed his name).

This story ends in a fire-y showdown at a farm on the outskirts of Pennsylvania , where the con men responsible for over 40 kidnappings and murders are killed, many of them by a current hostage. Kat rekindles with her fiancee, though only to find heartbreaking news related to her own father’s past and her fiancee’s involvement in his murder.

If you love thrillers, crime, mystery, or just a plain old excellent story, pick up Harlan Coben’s Missing you – you will not be disappointed.

Happy #8Sunday

This week I have been totally immersed in editing my werewolf story (starring my new favourite character, Lex). This snippet is from the beginning of the story, where we see Dr. King and Price. Dr. King has been infected by their discovery and they have both just witnessed their intern succumb to the violent symptoms.

Saara-Jean dropped to her knees, her shoulders shaking when she found no pulse.

“John, don’t let this virus get out. And please, take care of Hero,” Saara-Jean thought of her sweet chocolate lab as the first of the cramps rocked her body.

“Saara, oh Saara. I’ll take care of him, I promise.”

Saara injected the needle into her side, not wanting to be awake for the last of the symptoms to pull her into oblivion.

John watched his colleague and friend sink to the ground, blood starting to pour from her nose. Her body spasmed a few times and was still the moment before he heard helicopter blades.

John clutched his bag and computer to him standing beside the helicopter. Men in hazmat suits came out with two black body bags and sealed a container with their discovery in it. The helicopter lifted and John stared at the shrinking research camp, his brain frozen at the implications of what they had unearthed in Siberia.

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Happy #8Sunday

First post in the new year and I am so glad that it gets to be part of #8sunday by weekend writing warriors. I’m still working on some stories with Lex, trying to improve dialogue in general, so have included a piece about her. In it,  Lex has found out that werewolf hunts have been legalized and goes in for her first day back at work since finding out.

“Lex! Good to see you, hope everything with your family turned out ok?” Bobby, my boss, was a harmless sweet guy and I nodded, smiling.

“Yeah, thanks for giving me the time off to get that sorted,” I said, walking behind the desk and away from any curious follow up questions.

“Good, good, so a few things have been added to the info chat we have with hunters,” Bobby hiked his khakis up and slid his bright brochure towards me.

“Lotsa people in here asking about werewolves, even just the curious ones, so we went ahead and made that up. My idea,” Bobby grinned and I forced a smile, knowing the right answer was to be impressed.

“Wow, looks like you’ve covered lots. I’ll make sure to use this,” I said, looking through the three-page booklet.

Every time I had to hand out that book, with its bright, cheery message of the best and safest ways to spot and kill a werewolf, I ground my teeth, using every last ounce of willpower not to shred the papers, and then the tourists ‘ necks.

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NaNoWriMo is Happening!

As usual, it seems that my posts are starting with “It’s been so long…” blah blah blah. It’s true. It HAS been so long. Sometimes I get into my own head way too much, then just second-guess any writing and decide not to post. I’m sure this is a cycle many writers are familiar with. That being said, sometimes it might be a long time between posts, but I’ll try to get over myself and get some words out there. To that end, #NaNoWriMo is here and I have finally decided to participate! Yesterday I took the plunge and am now sitting at a whopping 3300 words…only 47,000 or so to go (writing, not math, is my jam). Here is the tentative opening/tiny snippet of the post-outbreak, werewolf-hunting world I’m living in this month.

Saara-Jean huffed out a breath, watching it hang in front of her before it dissipated in the frigid Siberian air. Her team had been at the research site for almost two weeks. She had a good feeling about today.
“Dr. King!” she heard her partner, Dr. John Price, call her.
She waddled over as fast as she could in her extra padded and layered snowsuit.
“How are we doing?” She asked, staring at the screen he held in his hand, which was tracking the progress of the slow drill they had pushing into the depths of the permafrost soil.

Thanks for stopping by and for reading. Good luck to all the crazy, dedicated, amazing people participating in #NanoWriMo this year!

#8sunday

So glad to be back after such a long break. Summer and my new real person job sucked up most of my time. This #8sunday is with the same male character from my previous one.

Tapping my hand on the knife at my hip, I picked my way around downed trees and smoking craters. It looked like metal glinted from the bottom of one of them, but sulphuric smoke billowed up and choked me before I could get a good look. Spluttering, I backed away, heading towards my neighbours, the Gubsons. A nice middle-aged couple who had had their “miracle” child in their early forties. The trees began to thin and I hurried into the clearing. Black spots swam across my vision. Bookshelf must’ve come down harder than I thought. Taking a deep breath cleared my head and I ran. The twisted remains of wood and metal monkey bars couldn’t take away from the child’s shoe I had seen sticking out from what had been a red plastic tunnel slide.

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#sunday

I have been trying to write from the male perspective and in a different tone; I am working on an apocalyptic story right now playing with this. Went over a couple sentences, had to chop up some run-on ones happening. The main character, Scott, is a crass young man and survivalist. Slightly crude opening alert. Thanks for reading and check out other awesome writers at wewriwa.com

I always thought when the end came I’d be ready. Safe in my steel-reinforced bunker with a year’s supply of food, water, and weapons. A good woman would’ve been nice, minus the extra yapping mouth to feed. In all those scenarios, I was never jerking off in my living room, porn on, trousers down.

I wrenched my arm  from under me to pull my boxers up. They were gritty, but it was better than smashing myself against the ikea monstrosity pinning me to the couch, raining survival books and harry potter down on me. Wriggling my toes, I slithered into the tiny space between the shelf and couch.  I brushed the slivers of my Nana’s coffee table from my hairy legs, standing and pulling up my jeans. My eyes adjusted, the bookshelf and coffee table were the only casualties – the shelf a new addition.

“Should’ve bolted it up first thing,” I muttered, wincing when I put weight on my leg.

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Vision in Silver – Anne Bishop

Vision in Silver is the third in this epic fantasy series by Anne Bishop. Bishop is able to transport you into this amazing and complex world she has built. In every series I’ve read of hers, the worlds she creates are tangible. She handles and switches between characters at just the right times, adding layer upon layer to her world(s).

This story focuses on Meg, a quirky blood prophet, who has sought refuge with the Terra Indigene, non humans, at the edge of a human-run city. She helps the Terra Indigene, seeing visions at great cost to herself, helping them to avoid devastation wrought by an overzealous and ill-advised human-rights movement.

By this story Meg has escaped the people who had locked her away, charging clients to cut her and receive visions of their future, with the help of a Wolf (Simon) and her new and deadly friends. She has introduced a human pack into the courtyard, helping to improve relations between humans and the Terra Indigene…or so you think until BAM! third book…and the Humans First and Last Movement is messing everything up, hoarding food, blaming the Terra indigene, and attacking Meg’s friends at a local market.

I absolutely loved the fast-paced action mixed in with the funny and sometimes tense relationships that are building in this world. I would recommend these books to anyone who: read the Black Jewels series and loved it, loves fully developed fantastical worlds, is into the supernatural, wants to lose themselves in an epic story for the next few days (because you won’t be able to put it down).

“For the shadows of war are deepening across the Atlantik, and the prejudice of a fanatic faction is threatening to bring the battle right to Meg and Simon’s doorstep”