March 2012 – Our Write Side

Alexis Hemingway stormed into Hal’s office and slammed the newspaper down on his desk. “Take my name off this article. I didn’t write this!” Her index finger slammed down on the desk as she spoke, punctuating each word. Hal glanced up from the notes scattered across his desk. He knew that look. “I’m sorry, Alex….

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This is another piece from my WIP “In Time.” It picks up where Veins of Fury left off. Viola took a breath. She could feel the beast rising already. She needed to find shelter immediately. She worked her way down the alley, quickly finding a broken window leading into the basement of Father Lee’s tattoo…

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Sophie sat in the white rocking chair on the back end of the white veranda that wrapped around the old but well-maintained white Victorian farmhouse her grandfather had built so many years ago. Tears misted her eyes and her fist smothered a tissue in its depths. Angelica sat in the rocking chair on her right,…

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This is the next segment in my serial “In Time“. This takes place immediately after Flocked. (Please note that I have purposely left some things out but all will be made clear soon.) Viola materialized in the alley behind Father Lee’s tattoo shop. A searing pain in her wrist rendered her breathless and she stopped…

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The page was slightly torn, dog-eared, and wrinkled under Carissa’s fingers. The Celtic Book of Shadows was on loan from the library. It was a more popular book than she’d thought. She spent three months with her name on a waiting list before it was her turn to have the book. Three months waiting and…

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She’s shiny and sleek, black leather and steel lace. She purrs ever so gently in her rider’s embrace, his hands stroking her steel arms, his thighs resting against the leather of her back . She flirts with the sun as the flames tattooed on her breast stretch behind her and her rubber feet meet the…

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This piece picks up where Devil Incarnate left off. “You’re no God. You are the Devil Incarnate.” Viola seethed.  “It was you who ordered the hit on Cage Ridley, wasn’t it?” Father Lee sniffed. The girl restraining her arm moved slightly and answered instead. “He is God. He can do anything.” “A loyal subject, I…

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This is part of my serial Steampunkish story called In Time. You can find more here. Viola stepped into the elegant red phone booth  and, with a swish of her arm and glint from the magnet, disappeared from the air. The new place she materialized in was so dark,  she pressed the small button of…

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With a line of bills that led out the door, Krystal turned to Fred with tears in her eyes. “What now?” she asked. He  wrapped his arms around her, squeezing her a little. “We’ll just have to travel in the dark a little bit, but you’ll see. I’ll get another job.” She pulled away sniffing….

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I hadn’t planned to attend the reunion until I heard that he would be there: David Allen Coburn, Brighton High School’s star quarterback who wasted a professional career boozing it up. He ended up driving drunk, shattering his throwing shoulder and leaving a young girl paralyzed. He served some jail time but his hunched stance and…

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