Crazy Comes in Threes: Chapter 2
The stitches on her arm reminded Quinn of Frankenstein. In less than a day, she became a girl she didn’t recognize, tossed into the sea of uncertainty. She tucked Tara into bed, left the little lamp on...
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Quinn turned and stared. A girl with black hair wearing all black clothing stood in the doorway. The other students, having unloaded Quinn’s things, made excuses and left, the sound of the cart’s...
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The sound of her roommates arguing jerked Quinn out of a light slumber. She sat up in the bunk bed, blinking and looking around. “I did not drink your stupid water,” Juleyka screeched. “It smells like...
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Children raced around the basketball court. They screeched and laughed. Quinn winced. She wondered how anyone could be awake at eight in the morning. “Okie dokie, Monkey,” she told Tara. “Have a good...
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Packing was the hardest stage of any trip. It signified the last chance to turn back. It also served as a depressing reminder of just how many pills, salves, and electronic devices Amarie relied on....
View ArticleWIP Wednesday: The Sex That Rockstars Write Songs About
Photo by Nik MacMillan on Unsplash It’s WIP Wednesday, and since my Facebook fans asked so nicely yesterday, today I’m sharing a little snippet from A Disturbing Prospect. I’m elbow deep in edits and...
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Photo by Kaci Baum on Unsplash The closer we get to Lewisburg, the more keyed up I feel. Lucy had the driver stop at a Starbucks, so I feel slightly more human now. Curiosity is what’s really fueling...
View ArticleYet Another Fantasy
Photo by Trevor Cleveland on Unsplash Amarie wished that she and Lucas had the same connection that Neve and Jason seemed to have. Even as Lucas scooped her out of her chair, settling her into his lap,...
View ArticleDo You Want to Go Down With Them?
Photo by Oliver Wendel on Unsplash Olivia examines my vest. “That was fast.” I slump onto a stool. “I need a drink. Anything.” She frowns, but pours me a Jack and Coke. “Want to talk about it?” Sipping...
View ArticleYou Can Take the Convict Out of Prison…
Cliff Even though I’m taking it easy, wind whips my face as I cruise down 63, Olivia tucked against my back. Beer Can’s motorcycle lessons might’ve been rigorous, but it’s already second nature to me....
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