“Have you explained to the others all the risks of this ritual, Briar?” Briar shook her head. For a moment, she considered lying but she had a feeling that an immortal demon could detect bullshit a mile away. Briar also had a feeling Lorelei was asking because she already knew the answer. “Do you not […]
It’s here! My Fair Catherine – City of the Wiccad: Episode 2 is live on Amazon Kindle and ready for you to download and enjoy.
Growing up Catherine never believed in fairy tales or horror stories. Yet, at sixteen Catherine discovered she did not need to believe in something for it to be a danger to her and those she loved. After defeating a murderous ghost, she thought the supernatural world was done with her.
When Catherine meets a handsome man with a troublesome reputation her normal life begins to unravel. Dark forces claim her beau is not free to love her, and it brings a string of terrible murders to her door.
Will her ignorance of the supernatural world, again, leave her in danger as a new threat targets her?
Catherine believes in ghosts. She believes that a woman can be a…
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I sometimes wonder what it must be like to be like the “normal” writers. You know the ones who have a single project that they’re working on. One book they’re writing. One series they’re creating.
Is it quiet and peaceful in their heads? Do they sleep blissfully at night?
I don’t think I’ve ever been like that. My brain has always been a mess of characters and ideas since I started putting ideas to paper as a teenager. (I recall in sixth form, or was it seventh, writing simultaneously about a girl who lost her best friend to drink driving and an epic fantasy about a Queen trying to restore her kingdom…)
Nowadays I have a lot more than two stories on the go, and a lot more than a couple of voices all vying for attention. In the height of my RP days, I was creating new accounts almost…
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A bit late today, been drowning in images for the book cover for the next episode of City of the Wiccad. But we finally got words out, and Rachel wanted a little more of her time working at the dig site. Enjoy.
She Can’t Relax
Sometimes a person can mean well and yet be absolutely clueless as to the problem they were causing. Other people know full well how uncomfortable they are making someone else. They know and they keep doing it.
Rachel wasn’t sure which one this was.
She was showing Grant Matheson, of the University board, around the dig-site. Herger was away, he’d left with the most beautiful woman that Rachel had ever seen on an urgent personal matter, and Rachel was left to run the business side of the dig, while Matthew ran the dig side of things.
Mister Matheson, no please call him Grant, was…
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Today’s inspiration took a long while to get moving but now that it has I think it could become something larger one day, depending on interest and the willingness of the muse. So let me know if you want to know more… To A Happier Place “There once was a girl worthy of a song. […]
Fan Fiction set after Captain America – Civil War and After Peggy Restored
“You kissed my niece?”
Peggy stood with her arms crossed over her chest, and though she stood far shorter than Steve she seemed to dwarf him in her anger.
“I…I panicked. I didn’t know what else to do.” Steve was a fairly pale man but all colour fled from his face as he stood before Peggy. He wasn’t sure he had ever seen her more furious. Not even that time she had shot at him and his shield.
“So you decided the best thing to do was to kiss my niece?”
“I didn’t want to blow my cover. Your cover. It was a dumb choice, I didn’t mean to make you jealous, Peg.”
“Jealous? Jealous! Steven Grant Rogers, this is not about me not liking you kissing another woman. This has everything to do with you giving…
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Justine’s wonderful words for Becky’s (Zena’s) “Lost Years”.
Thanks to my Mum for today’s lyric prompt. Always a favourite song of mine. And today it inspired me for a character I have missed writing a lot! If you’re inspired by the prompt, I’d love to read what you create.
Dream if you can
“Dream if you can a courtyard. An ocean of violets in bloom. Animals strike curious poses…”
“And you’re being crucified in the middle?”
“Tsk, tsk, that is not very nice.”
“Says the psycho who has me tied to what I assume used to be your grandmother’s table. My father is not going to be pleased with this.”
“It is for your own good, Zena. Do you want these headaches to stop or not?”
“I’m pretty sure this whole bondage set up is more about you than me, Liam. I hardly need to be restrained for something I want.”
It was true that Zena wanted the…
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