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Rough draft of a story that came to me today!
Blood dripped from the paper cut and down onto the note she had been writing. Abigail cursed. Why did one simple note have to be so hard? Tear fell from her swollen eyes as she grieved the loss of this relationship. She had for all intents and purposes just slipped the noose around the hangman’s neck. It wasn’t going to work; this marriage, she knew it and somewhere deep down so did he. They were two very different people, not so blinded by love as they had once been. The thick red substance began to seep through the thin paper. Her words of rejection no longer visible. Dread filled her, making her stomach knot. Abigail didn’t want to have to do this in person, not to Michael. He was too sweet, too sensitive to handle this kind of conversation.
That was one of the reasons they didn’t work…Everything was about him. How he felt. What he wanted. La-de-fucking-da, Abigail thought her finger still bleeding. She had needs. Things that she wanted…feelings that were being left unmet. It was frustrating to say the least…but that didn’t make leaving him any easier. After all five years was a long time to just walk away. She wasn’t even sure if she really could but she had to venture out into the big wide world and see. She needed to know what it would be like to be underneath another man. To have a man take you. To have her deep seeded needs meet.
She had never dreamed she would be contemplating terminating things with Michael. All it had taken was one chance meeting. A meeting that had made her blood red hot and there hadn’t even been any sex. The man was a friend of a friend and he was visiting from out of town. Abigail could still remember the smell of his aftershave and the look in his bright blue eyes as he spoke to her. Even now, with just the fading memory Abigail felt her core clench as her sweet, hot liquid, began to seep down into her panties. Abigail knew it was wrong, to be so turned on at this moment. She felt like a whore, a cheap nasty whore and yet she wanted it, the promises the stranger had made where eating away at her. She needed to know about this other world. A world where sex wasn’t all confined to the bedroom.
Her bags where packed wanting for her at the door…all she had to do was write that Darn letter. How was it, that this ending up being the most difficult thing. Abigail sighed, if she didn’t start figuring out how to word ‘I am leaving you soon’ she was going to be forced to say it in person. Sure it was a coward move but it was the only way she was guaranteed to make it out. Abigail paced, her teeth holding her bottom lip captive as she thought. Her finger nails digging into her palms as the frustration grew.
Michael opened the front door, almost stumbling over her bags. A quizzical look upon his face. Those piercing brown eyes penetrating her line of thought.
“Oh shit,” she muttered under her breath. The one person she had hoped to avoid was now staring at her. Abigail’s chest grew tight, as though she couldn’t breathe. In a very calculated way Michael closed the door taking a step towards her.
“Going somewhere?” he mocked, watching Abigail squirm. Her throat was suddenly dry rendering her unable to speak. Michael ran his hand though his sandy hair. Frustration or maybe annoyance was written all over his face.
“So…” he started, taking another step, “I take it those bags aren’t there because you’re going on a holiday, then.”
Abigail was suffocating, the tension in the air putting extra pressure on her chest. Tears were flowing.
“I can’t do this anymore, Michael…” she managed to choke out. He fist was suddenly through the wall leaving a huge hole.
“You can’t do this…You!” He began, those eyes growing blacker “What is it you can’t do…huh. Tell me Abigail, I am all ears, because for the life of me I can’t work out what it is you can’t do, oh besides house work and argh finding a job…and let’s not forget the fact that you can’t cook.” He snapped moving closer towards her. She knew he was hurting, those words were his weapons…like always.
“Michael, I don’t want to hurt you but let’s face it this isn’t working.”
“Why is that Abigail, because it was working darn fine for me only minutes ago.”
“You can’t tell me you were honestly happy, Michael, we’re too different. We’ve grown apart these last few years…I need space.”
“I was happy Abby, you made me happy but clearly I don’t do the same for you.” He said as he slumped against the wall, his head in his hands. Abigail hated herself for doing this to him, but it really wasn’t working. If only Michael would admit to himself how unhappy he had been these last few years.
“I love you so much Abby, tell me what to do, I’ll do anything to make you stay…anything” he wept. Abigail’s insides were all kinds of messed up, she knew from so many pervious fight’s that Michael couldn’t change. Sure, he tried but he was never able to keep it going. He was who he was and Abigail was who she was. The two of them together just didn’t gel anymore.
“I think we are past that. I need to find myself outside of us and the confinements of this relationship…please understand that.”
“How am I meant to understand any of this… Don’t you care about what you are doing to me Abigail? You’re killing me right know…I hope that makes you happy.” He hissed.
“I think it is time for me to go.” Abigail whispered, tears still running down her face. Why did this have to be so hard?
Michael stood up, his arms reaching out towards her. Abigail dodged him the first time but Michael grasped onto her the second time. He was holding her close, one hand on her lower back the other at the base of her skull.
“Don’t go, Abby, please, just don’t go.” He whispered as his gazed down upon her. One hand reaching forward to wipe away the tears. Abigail shuddered against him. He was going to kiss her. She knew it was his feeble attempt at making her stay and yet, a part of her wanted him to. She wanted to feel some kind of passion from him in a kiss. And as his lips touched hers mental alarm bells sounded. It was wrong; the kiss wasn’t going to help the situation only make it worse. As much as she hated to do it, Abigail placed her arms onto his chest and pushed him away.
“Michael please, give me the time I need to find myself.” She pleaded her voice shaky.
“Go ahead. Runaway Abigail, it’s what you always do.” Michael opened the front door “Just know that if you step out that door…then that’s it, Abby. I. Am. Done. You feel me Abigail…D-O-N-E” he spat out the letters with pure animosity. Abigail stared at him, her mouth open with surprise. She could see he was shaking all over. Carefully she moved past him so that she was on the porch. Some neighbors were already gathering, trying to look casual as they watch this free show. Abruptly one of Abigail’s bags landed on the front lawn, soon followed by the next one. She turned, Michael was clearly seething inside. No doubt he never expected her to walk out the door.
“Have fun finding yourself” With that he slammed the door in her face. The neighbors were all gawking, their tongues practically hanging out of their mouths. Abigail swore she wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of crying. She held her head up even though inside she was crumbling; picking up her bags she walked to her car and hopped in. There was no point in dwelling, it was time for her to move on.
Chapter 2
Abigail arrived at her mom’s house, hoping that she would have the place to herself. It was stupid to feel like this…after all she had been the one to break it off. What she needed to do was to take her mind off everything. She needed to get blind drunk , drinking always helps to numb pain. Her mom had known of her plans, the spare room was made up for her. Abigail felt a little like a loser, to be back home at age 25 was borderline embarrassing. Placing her bags onto the bed Abigail began to unpack, filling the draws. Her hands still shaking. She needed her girlfriends around her, to make her feel secure that she had done the right thing. ‘Oh God’ she thought, what if she had just made the biggest mistake of her life. Fear shattering her…what was she doing. She was 25 not 18, she should know who she is…right?
Abigail’s cell phone rang, her ring tone playing ‘Sexy and I know it’ as she scrambled to find the damn thing. As always it was hidden underneath all the other crap in her purse. Sliding her finger over the hard glass frame she checked her missed calls. There were five three from her mother and two from her best friend. Quickly she texted her mother; letting her know that she was settling in nicely into the spare room. She didn’t want to cry over the phone to her mother after all. Next was to return Meg’s call, after all she was the one who had listened over and over to Abigail as she struggled to decide whether or not she should leave Michael. If it hadn’t been for Meg, Abigail might still be there, feeling suffocated. On the third ring, Meg picked up.
“Abby, chicka, you ok?” She asked, pausing as though she was holding her breath.
“I need to get drunk Megs, it was horrible, he said some really mean things” Abigail could feel her reserve failing. ‘Goodness, where was Jim, Jack and Johnny when you need them?’ she thought. Now there were men that one could depend on. They wouldn’t have belittled her, thrown her out like a stray dog…in front of all the neighbors too.
“Well, he’s an ass. You are better off without him Chicka! Now let’s get you hammered and then find you Mr. Tall, dark and Rebound…how does that sound?”
“Megs no men…not tonight. Tonight is for drinking and dancing, nothing else.”
“Chicka, you’re free, you can live your life how you choose, so why not jump right back on the proverbial horse as they say.”
Abigail groaned, she was quite happy to be horseless for a while. Whether or not it was her choice to walk away it still hurt, but she knew Meg wouldn’t let her sit around sulking. It was one of the things that Abigail loved about her.
“What time are you going to pick me up?” She sighed, she needed a shot or three of tequila STAT.
“That’s my Girl…be ready in two hours, ok.” With that Meg hung up.
Abigail sat wondering if her mother still kept liquor in the top self of the panty like she used to. Plugging her iPod in, she turned up the tunes. Meg’s had already made her a breaking-up playlist. Until now Abigail hadn’t bothered to listen to it but tonight seemed like a good night for music. Her cell phone vibrated a text from her mother. She was having dinner with a client tonight but was willing to cancel if Abigail needed her to. Quickly Abigail replied, letting her mother know she was going out with Meg. No Doubt’s Don’t Speak had just finished the iPod changing to Brittany Spears…Oh god, Abigail thought as she skipped the song. Next was Katy Perry’s Part of me. Instantly Abigail hit replay. This was her song. The one that spoke to her. ‘What a powerful song’ Abigail thought as she began to sing along to the tunes. By the third time it was playing Abigail was dancing her way to the panty, she was actually happy. She was free, no more pretending to be happy, no more hiding herself. Hell, she wasn’t even sure who she was without Michael, but at least she had a chance to find out.
The bottle of vodka was still there, covered in dust. She didn’t care as she pour a good splash into the bottom of a glass before filling it up with coke. She hadn’t had a drink…in like, forever. Michael didn’t like it when she was drunk; it was demeaning he would say. Well, he wasn’t here to see her demean herself anymore. In fact she could get really demeaning if she wanted to. Actually she could even wear whatever she wanted, no more disapproving frowns or shakes of the head from him. She really was free.
She showered slowly, taking her time to shave her legs. They were silky smooth. The buzz in her head was disappearing. She needed another drink. Pouring another before she dressed. Her dress was short, low cut at the back and high at the front. It didn’t really show off her curves but it did magnificent things for her long legs. For being five foot six she wasn’t really tall but she had legs that seemed to never end. It was a blessing at times as it took away for her more rounded top half. Abigail had a waist but she also had hips and a butt that would reveal J.lo’s. The Alcohol was rushing back to her head making it buzz again. Abigail glanced at her cell phone, Meg would be there any minute…How the hell had 2 hrs already passed. Gulping down the rest of what was left in her cup, she gathered her purse and her shoes, not bothering to put them on her feet until they arrive at the club.
Meg beeped the horn rudely. Abigail walked out the front door only to run straight into meg herself. Abigail was worried, maybe she was more drunk then she thought…how could Meg be at her door when the horn only just beeped. The car was all the way out on the street. Meg grinned, she had that guilty, I’ve been a bad girl’ look upon her sweet round face. The horn beeped again making Abigail jump.
“Megan…who is in the car?” she inquired cautiously. Her greyish eyes narrowing on the guilty figure that was trying to tug her towards the car.
“Megan?” she said standing her ground. “What is going on?”
“Chicka, I thought we could bring some friends, honestly it is nothing. Are you coming or not?”
“Friends?” she cocked her head turning back towards the car for a quick glance before refocusing on Meg. “Who are the… friends?”
“No” she pouted “you won’t come if I do and besides you will see them soon enough. Come on Abby…live a little. It has been too long since we did this. I want you to have the best night.”
“Fine” she pouted, taking Megs hand. Clearly the woman had guy or guys in the car. What didn’t her friend understand about No Guys.
That was one of the reasons they didn’t work…Everything was about him. How he felt. What he wanted. La-de-fucking-da, Abigail thought her finger still bleeding. She had needs. Things that she wanted…feelings that were being left unmet. It was frustrating to say the least…but that didn’t make leaving him any easier. After all five years was a long time to just walk away. She wasn’t even sure if she really could but she had to venture out into the big wide world and see. She needed to know what it would be like to be underneath another man. To have a man take you. To have her deep seeded needs meet.
She had never dreamed she would be contemplating terminating things with Michael. All it had taken was one chance meeting. A meeting that had made her blood red hot and there hadn’t even been any sex. The man was a friend of a friend and he was visiting from out of town. Abigail could still remember the smell of his aftershave and the look in his bright blue eyes as he spoke to her. Even now, with just the fading memory Abigail felt her core clench as her sweet, hot liquid, began to seep down into her panties. Abigail knew it was wrong, to be so turned on at this moment. She felt like a whore, a cheap nasty whore and yet she wanted it, the promises the stranger had made where eating away at her. She needed to know about this other world. A world where sex wasn’t all confined to the bedroom.
Her bags where packed wanting for her at the door…all she had to do was write that Darn letter. How was it, that this ending up being the most difficult thing. Abigail sighed, if she didn’t start figuring out how to word ‘I am leaving you soon’ she was going to be forced to say it in person. Sure it was a coward move but it was the only way she was guaranteed to make it out. Abigail paced, her teeth holding her bottom lip captive as she thought. Her finger nails digging into her palms as the frustration grew.
Michael opened the front door, almost stumbling over her bags. A quizzical look upon his face. Those piercing brown eyes penetrating her line of thought.
“Oh shit,” she muttered under her breath. The one person she had hoped to avoid was now staring at her. Abigail’s chest grew tight, as though she couldn’t breathe. In a very calculated way Michael closed the door taking a step towards her.
“Going somewhere?” he mocked, watching Abigail squirm. Her throat was suddenly dry rendering her unable to speak. Michael ran his hand though his sandy hair. Frustration or maybe annoyance was written all over his face.
“So…” he started, taking another step, “I take it those bags aren’t there because you’re going on a holiday, then.”
Abigail was suffocating, the tension in the air putting extra pressure on her chest. Tears were flowing.
“I can’t do this anymore, Michael…” she managed to choke out. He fist was suddenly through the wall leaving a huge hole.
“You can’t do this…You!” He began, those eyes growing blacker “What is it you can’t do…huh. Tell me Abigail, I am all ears, because for the life of me I can’t work out what it is you can’t do, oh besides house work and argh finding a job…and let’s not forget the fact that you can’t cook.” He snapped moving closer towards her. She knew he was hurting, those words were his weapons…like always.
“Michael, I don’t want to hurt you but let’s face it this isn’t working.”
“Why is that Abigail, because it was working darn fine for me only minutes ago.”
“You can’t tell me you were honestly happy, Michael, we’re too different. We’ve grown apart these last few years…I need space.”
“I was happy Abby, you made me happy but clearly I don’t do the same for you.” He said as he slumped against the wall, his head in his hands. Abigail hated herself for doing this to him, but it really wasn’t working. If only Michael would admit to himself how unhappy he had been these last few years.
“I love you so much Abby, tell me what to do, I’ll do anything to make you stay…anything” he wept. Abigail’s insides were all kinds of messed up, she knew from so many pervious fight’s that Michael couldn’t change. Sure, he tried but he was never able to keep it going. He was who he was and Abigail was who she was. The two of them together just didn’t gel anymore.
“I think we are past that. I need to find myself outside of us and the confinements of this relationship…please understand that.”
“How am I meant to understand any of this… Don’t you care about what you are doing to me Abigail? You’re killing me right know…I hope that makes you happy.” He hissed.
“I think it is time for me to go.” Abigail whispered, tears still running down her face. Why did this have to be so hard?
Michael stood up, his arms reaching out towards her. Abigail dodged him the first time but Michael grasped onto her the second time. He was holding her close, one hand on her lower back the other at the base of her skull.
“Don’t go, Abby, please, just don’t go.” He whispered as his gazed down upon her. One hand reaching forward to wipe away the tears. Abigail shuddered against him. He was going to kiss her. She knew it was his feeble attempt at making her stay and yet, a part of her wanted him to. She wanted to feel some kind of passion from him in a kiss. And as his lips touched hers mental alarm bells sounded. It was wrong; the kiss wasn’t going to help the situation only make it worse. As much as she hated to do it, Abigail placed her arms onto his chest and pushed him away.
“Michael please, give me the time I need to find myself.” She pleaded her voice shaky.
“Go ahead. Runaway Abigail, it’s what you always do.” Michael opened the front door “Just know that if you step out that door…then that’s it, Abby. I. Am. Done. You feel me Abigail…D-O-N-E” he spat out the letters with pure animosity. Abigail stared at him, her mouth open with surprise. She could see he was shaking all over. Carefully she moved past him so that she was on the porch. Some neighbors were already gathering, trying to look casual as they watch this free show. Abruptly one of Abigail’s bags landed on the front lawn, soon followed by the next one. She turned, Michael was clearly seething inside. No doubt he never expected her to walk out the door.
“Have fun finding yourself” With that he slammed the door in her face. The neighbors were all gawking, their tongues practically hanging out of their mouths. Abigail swore she wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of crying. She held her head up even though inside she was crumbling; picking up her bags she walked to her car and hopped in. There was no point in dwelling, it was time for her to move on.
Chapter 2
Abigail arrived at her mom’s house, hoping that she would have the place to herself. It was stupid to feel like this…after all she had been the one to break it off. What she needed to do was to take her mind off everything. She needed to get blind drunk , drinking always helps to numb pain. Her mom had known of her plans, the spare room was made up for her. Abigail felt a little like a loser, to be back home at age 25 was borderline embarrassing. Placing her bags onto the bed Abigail began to unpack, filling the draws. Her hands still shaking. She needed her girlfriends around her, to make her feel secure that she had done the right thing. ‘Oh God’ she thought, what if she had just made the biggest mistake of her life. Fear shattering her…what was she doing. She was 25 not 18, she should know who she is…right?
Abigail’s cell phone rang, her ring tone playing ‘Sexy and I know it’ as she scrambled to find the damn thing. As always it was hidden underneath all the other crap in her purse. Sliding her finger over the hard glass frame she checked her missed calls. There were five three from her mother and two from her best friend. Quickly she texted her mother; letting her know that she was settling in nicely into the spare room. She didn’t want to cry over the phone to her mother after all. Next was to return Meg’s call, after all she was the one who had listened over and over to Abigail as she struggled to decide whether or not she should leave Michael. If it hadn’t been for Meg, Abigail might still be there, feeling suffocated. On the third ring, Meg picked up.
“Abby, chicka, you ok?” She asked, pausing as though she was holding her breath.
“I need to get drunk Megs, it was horrible, he said some really mean things” Abigail could feel her reserve failing. ‘Goodness, where was Jim, Jack and Johnny when you need them?’ she thought. Now there were men that one could depend on. They wouldn’t have belittled her, thrown her out like a stray dog…in front of all the neighbors too.
“Well, he’s an ass. You are better off without him Chicka! Now let’s get you hammered and then find you Mr. Tall, dark and Rebound…how does that sound?”
“Megs no men…not tonight. Tonight is for drinking and dancing, nothing else.”
“Chicka, you’re free, you can live your life how you choose, so why not jump right back on the proverbial horse as they say.”
Abigail groaned, she was quite happy to be horseless for a while. Whether or not it was her choice to walk away it still hurt, but she knew Meg wouldn’t let her sit around sulking. It was one of the things that Abigail loved about her.
“What time are you going to pick me up?” She sighed, she needed a shot or three of tequila STAT.
“That’s my Girl…be ready in two hours, ok.” With that Meg hung up.
Abigail sat wondering if her mother still kept liquor in the top self of the panty like she used to. Plugging her iPod in, she turned up the tunes. Meg’s had already made her a breaking-up playlist. Until now Abigail hadn’t bothered to listen to it but tonight seemed like a good night for music. Her cell phone vibrated a text from her mother. She was having dinner with a client tonight but was willing to cancel if Abigail needed her to. Quickly Abigail replied, letting her mother know she was going out with Meg. No Doubt’s Don’t Speak had just finished the iPod changing to Brittany Spears…Oh god, Abigail thought as she skipped the song. Next was Katy Perry’s Part of me. Instantly Abigail hit replay. This was her song. The one that spoke to her. ‘What a powerful song’ Abigail thought as she began to sing along to the tunes. By the third time it was playing Abigail was dancing her way to the panty, she was actually happy. She was free, no more pretending to be happy, no more hiding herself. Hell, she wasn’t even sure who she was without Michael, but at least she had a chance to find out.
The bottle of vodka was still there, covered in dust. She didn’t care as she pour a good splash into the bottom of a glass before filling it up with coke. She hadn’t had a drink…in like, forever. Michael didn’t like it when she was drunk; it was demeaning he would say. Well, he wasn’t here to see her demean herself anymore. In fact she could get really demeaning if she wanted to. Actually she could even wear whatever she wanted, no more disapproving frowns or shakes of the head from him. She really was free.
She showered slowly, taking her time to shave her legs. They were silky smooth. The buzz in her head was disappearing. She needed another drink. Pouring another before she dressed. Her dress was short, low cut at the back and high at the front. It didn’t really show off her curves but it did magnificent things for her long legs. For being five foot six she wasn’t really tall but she had legs that seemed to never end. It was a blessing at times as it took away for her more rounded top half. Abigail had a waist but she also had hips and a butt that would reveal J.lo’s. The Alcohol was rushing back to her head making it buzz again. Abigail glanced at her cell phone, Meg would be there any minute…How the hell had 2 hrs already passed. Gulping down the rest of what was left in her cup, she gathered her purse and her shoes, not bothering to put them on her feet until they arrive at the club.
Meg beeped the horn rudely. Abigail walked out the front door only to run straight into meg herself. Abigail was worried, maybe she was more drunk then she thought…how could Meg be at her door when the horn only just beeped. The car was all the way out on the street. Meg grinned, she had that guilty, I’ve been a bad girl’ look upon her sweet round face. The horn beeped again making Abigail jump.
“Megan…who is in the car?” she inquired cautiously. Her greyish eyes narrowing on the guilty figure that was trying to tug her towards the car.
“Megan?” she said standing her ground. “What is going on?”
“Chicka, I thought we could bring some friends, honestly it is nothing. Are you coming or not?”
“Friends?” she cocked her head turning back towards the car for a quick glance before refocusing on Meg. “Who are the… friends?”
“No” she pouted “you won’t come if I do and besides you will see them soon enough. Come on Abby…live a little. It has been too long since we did this. I want you to have the best night.”
“Fine” she pouted, taking Megs hand. Clearly the woman had guy or guys in the car. What didn’t her friend understand about No Guys.
So...what to do next?
I haven't posted anything of great content in a while, so I thought I had better. So what have I been up to these last few weeks...well a whole lot lol. First off i was sick, some stupid bug that almost put into hospital, then I have been busy writing. You see for the last few months my husband has barley been home, so to fight the loneliness I lose myself in my work. That and I can't sleep so I have to find something to do. It also allow me much time to read, which I love doing. by the way if this post is some what erratic then I am blame lack of sleep, 16hrs in the last 5 days really isn't enough lol.
Anyways I have also been working hard so that I can be ready for the release of Death Lilly! Yay! I am so excited. So with that in mind I am stock piling stories. I have also decided that for the next little while I will not be starting new paranormal stories. I have 2 to finish and then that will be it for the next few months.
So what will I be writing, well my wonderful publish, whom I often praise, has asked me to do some more erotica writing. And, well with my husband being away so much it is fun to have a avenue to vent that stuff to. Plus I am hoping that I can deliver something exciting to read. In truth I never thought that would be something I was good at writing so, fingers cross, we'll see how it all pans out in the next few months lol.
Also I want to focus on doing a romance novel. Not the kind where prince charming sweeps you off your feet and ends with marriage and 2.5 kids but a more modern base story on the way a person can love with ones heart but it is not always enough. Sometimes the person you lust after is not the person you should be with etc, because as most of you who have read my stuff know, I like to write a little bit dark and have twist and turn. Most of all I want the read unsure of who to love and who to hate lol.
Also I want to do a classic horror story, that came to me one night. You know the kind, some crazed man who lives in the Nevada, out in the desert. He believes he is the second coming and is stating a cult but first he must father 12 sons. The story will be a spiral of his madness that he tries to suck his family into and the way his first son is caught between wishing to escape and the need to be a dutiful son. I wont start this story though until I finish my other commitments.
Anyway I thought I would leave you with some little teasers of everything I have been working on this last month (BTW I tend to write more then one story at a time, it is just my style). Yes i am trying to bribe you into liking my work. I really do want to sell many book lol! Enjoy guys xox
Snippet #1 the romance story
“Abigail. Stop!” a voice roared from behind her. Abigail stopped, turned and glared at the man whom she had wished to escape from.
“What?” she snapped, the alcohol causing her to forget her manners.
“Why are you running away from me?” He asked, those big blue eyes searching for answers.
“Why are you here?” she retorted.
“Answer me.”
“You first.”
“Really, are these the kind of childish games you want to be playing right now?”
Snippet # 2 an erotic story
“Yes pet, I can tell, after all these months your body still responses to me like I finely tuned piano. I just need to press a key and the music begins. Your body wants to play a tune for me, any tune I desire and so it shall. I will play you until you are worn out. I will remind you why my Angel shall never leave her master again and then I will punish you for doing just that. I have had six months to think about how this symphony would play out. Don’t ever forget that, my pet, just when you think you are spent, I will pull something else out and your body will do just as I say.”
Snippet #3 paranormal horror
'Fine. Go ahead. Kill me!' I yelled as the tears started to fall. 'I have nothing left. You have taken everything from me, destroyed me, broken my heart and crushed my soul. To die at your hands only seems natural now. Just do it quick.” I wept, allowing my body to go limp.
Ok i think that is enough...well until my next blog maybe lol.
Anyways I have also been working hard so that I can be ready for the release of Death Lilly! Yay! I am so excited. So with that in mind I am stock piling stories. I have also decided that for the next little while I will not be starting new paranormal stories. I have 2 to finish and then that will be it for the next few months.
So what will I be writing, well my wonderful publish, whom I often praise, has asked me to do some more erotica writing. And, well with my husband being away so much it is fun to have a avenue to vent that stuff to. Plus I am hoping that I can deliver something exciting to read. In truth I never thought that would be something I was good at writing so, fingers cross, we'll see how it all pans out in the next few months lol.
Also I want to focus on doing a romance novel. Not the kind where prince charming sweeps you off your feet and ends with marriage and 2.5 kids but a more modern base story on the way a person can love with ones heart but it is not always enough. Sometimes the person you lust after is not the person you should be with etc, because as most of you who have read my stuff know, I like to write a little bit dark and have twist and turn. Most of all I want the read unsure of who to love and who to hate lol.
Also I want to do a classic horror story, that came to me one night. You know the kind, some crazed man who lives in the Nevada, out in the desert. He believes he is the second coming and is stating a cult but first he must father 12 sons. The story will be a spiral of his madness that he tries to suck his family into and the way his first son is caught between wishing to escape and the need to be a dutiful son. I wont start this story though until I finish my other commitments.
Anyway I thought I would leave you with some little teasers of everything I have been working on this last month (BTW I tend to write more then one story at a time, it is just my style). Yes i am trying to bribe you into liking my work. I really do want to sell many book lol! Enjoy guys xox
Snippet #1 the romance story
“Abigail. Stop!” a voice roared from behind her. Abigail stopped, turned and glared at the man whom she had wished to escape from.
“What?” she snapped, the alcohol causing her to forget her manners.
“Why are you running away from me?” He asked, those big blue eyes searching for answers.
“Why are you here?” she retorted.
“Answer me.”
“You first.”
“Really, are these the kind of childish games you want to be playing right now?”
Snippet # 2 an erotic story
“Yes pet, I can tell, after all these months your body still responses to me like I finely tuned piano. I just need to press a key and the music begins. Your body wants to play a tune for me, any tune I desire and so it shall. I will play you until you are worn out. I will remind you why my Angel shall never leave her master again and then I will punish you for doing just that. I have had six months to think about how this symphony would play out. Don’t ever forget that, my pet, just when you think you are spent, I will pull something else out and your body will do just as I say.”
Snippet #3 paranormal horror
'Fine. Go ahead. Kill me!' I yelled as the tears started to fall. 'I have nothing left. You have taken everything from me, destroyed me, broken my heart and crushed my soul. To die at your hands only seems natural now. Just do it quick.” I wept, allowing my body to go limp.
Ok i think that is enough...well until my next blog maybe lol.
Blood Lilly is making head way
So recently I lost all my work I had done for the past 4 months, all of it gone. That means I've had to start again but it also meant I couldnt delay working on it anymore. You see I think some where deep inside I knew it wasnt the story that needed to be told. Sure the end will be the same but the middle stuff wasn't sitting right.
So dusting myself off and creating myself a new tighter deadline, I've begun working. Like in book one
Blood Lilly will open with a scene from Jude. Yes he is back! Also you will meet Lilly's father...yep right off the bat you will know who her father is, no I'm not crazy haha.
Cayn is still around walking in Lilly's dreams. Yes Book 2 isn't going to drag, you're going to be thrust right back into the story from where book 1 left off. That doesn't mean there wont be a lot of things happening right thoughout the book. I had to cut Death Lilly a little short because to finish it anywhere else would ruin book 2. Questions will be answered...but who is really good and who is bad???
So dusting myself off and creating myself a new tighter deadline, I've begun working. Like in book one
Blood Lilly will open with a scene from Jude. Yes he is back! Also you will meet Lilly's father...yep right off the bat you will know who her father is, no I'm not crazy haha. Cayn is still around walking in Lilly's dreams. Yes Book 2 isn't going to drag, you're going to be thrust right back into the story from where book 1 left off. That doesn't mean there wont be a lot of things happening right thoughout the book. I had to cut Death Lilly a little short because to finish it anywhere else would ruin book 2. Questions will be answered...but who is really good and who is bad???
Blood Lilly is done, time for romance
It has been a while and that is mainly because I have been struggling to write, edit and get blood Lilly to my publisher. Now that that is done I am moving onto finishing some romance stories.
As most people know my hubby is in the Australian defence force and is currently deployed. Due to this and other factors like my urge to help create awareness for PTSD among other things; i have decided to work on two military romances.
Here is the 1st page rough draft of a story centered around a psychologist and her Army patient.
Untitled
Everyone stood still while the reveille music played. Personnel saluted the flag as we watched it being raised. Mornings had been like this for me, for the past three years. I was used to it now, enjoying the repetition of Army life almost as much as I enjoyed my work on base. Men and women dress in uniform moved around me after the music stopped.
I stayed, looking up at the flag and praying that today I would make a difference. That was why I was here after all…to make a difference. I guess most of the people who worked on the base felt the same, we all wanted to make a difference in the world.
My journey towards a career as an Army psychologist hadn’t been an easy one. I had finished high school at sixteen and collage my psychology degree by twenty. It was during my PhD to become a clinical psychologist though that I decided to join the army. Also around that time was when my brother had returned from his first year long tour in Iraq. None of us had expected him to change, none of us knew back then what post-traumatic stress disorder was.
My brother, Daniel, knew all the right things to say, when he got back home. On the outside he looked happy. At work he felt safe, his ability to get the job done, something he used to hide the emotional scars facing him. I watch him as he began to withdraw from his friends and his family, knowing something was wrong but the Army psychologist couldn’t see it. Little things bugged me, like drinking for one thing. He wouldn’t have his back to a door or window, nothing to unusual unless we were at a restaurant, then it became a concern; one so great that my brother almost punched the waiter over it.
After that it just got worse. Daniel lost his wife due to the drinking and his outbursts. I felt certain he was depressed but I was young and not confident in my judgment of the situation. I wrote to the Army, begging them to look further at my brother which they did and found him mildly depressed due to the breakdown of his marriage. When I received the reply I was mystified, but let it go, after all this doctor had been treating our serving men and women for years, surely he knew what to look for…but he hadn’t.
No one, especially not me, could have foreseen what Daniel would do. Two years after his return, my brother- after coming back from his second tour- decided to shoot himself in his car, half a mile from base. I was dumbstruck. Emotionally torn apart by why he would do it. Why would he decide to take his life instead of coming to me for help? Why I hadn’t pushed harder, looked further or known what was going on with him.
It was during his funeral that changed my life. I watch as his brothers in arms cried for him. I watched as we sat, drinking beers and remembering the Daniel we knew. As the night wind down and the beers turned to bourbon, I heard the stories of what it was like. Maybe they had forgotten that I was still around but those boys talked. They spoke of Daniel and of the people they had killed. Spoke of the people that had almost killed them and how now, whenever they were out, in civilian life that past still haunted them.
The next day I told my grief-stricken parents I was going to join the Army as soon as I completed my PhD. As one can imagine they weren't happy. They had just buried one child and didn't wish to bury another but I couldn't stand by and do nothing anymore. Daniel had suffered because I didn't think to act or question his diagnose. He had lost his life but if I could help, if I could save a soldier like Daniel who was suffering, then maybe, just maybe, it wouldn't all be for nothing.
~work in progress
As most people know my hubby is in the Australian defence force and is currently deployed. Due to this and other factors like my urge to help create awareness for PTSD among other things; i have decided to work on two military romances.
Here is the 1st page rough draft of a story centered around a psychologist and her Army patient.
Untitled
Everyone stood still while the reveille music played. Personnel saluted the flag as we watched it being raised. Mornings had been like this for me, for the past three years. I was used to it now, enjoying the repetition of Army life almost as much as I enjoyed my work on base. Men and women dress in uniform moved around me after the music stopped.
I stayed, looking up at the flag and praying that today I would make a difference. That was why I was here after all…to make a difference. I guess most of the people who worked on the base felt the same, we all wanted to make a difference in the world.
My journey towards a career as an Army psychologist hadn’t been an easy one. I had finished high school at sixteen and collage my psychology degree by twenty. It was during my PhD to become a clinical psychologist though that I decided to join the army. Also around that time was when my brother had returned from his first year long tour in Iraq. None of us had expected him to change, none of us knew back then what post-traumatic stress disorder was.
My brother, Daniel, knew all the right things to say, when he got back home. On the outside he looked happy. At work he felt safe, his ability to get the job done, something he used to hide the emotional scars facing him. I watch him as he began to withdraw from his friends and his family, knowing something was wrong but the Army psychologist couldn’t see it. Little things bugged me, like drinking for one thing. He wouldn’t have his back to a door or window, nothing to unusual unless we were at a restaurant, then it became a concern; one so great that my brother almost punched the waiter over it.
After that it just got worse. Daniel lost his wife due to the drinking and his outbursts. I felt certain he was depressed but I was young and not confident in my judgment of the situation. I wrote to the Army, begging them to look further at my brother which they did and found him mildly depressed due to the breakdown of his marriage. When I received the reply I was mystified, but let it go, after all this doctor had been treating our serving men and women for years, surely he knew what to look for…but he hadn’t.
No one, especially not me, could have foreseen what Daniel would do. Two years after his return, my brother- after coming back from his second tour- decided to shoot himself in his car, half a mile from base. I was dumbstruck. Emotionally torn apart by why he would do it. Why would he decide to take his life instead of coming to me for help? Why I hadn’t pushed harder, looked further or known what was going on with him.
It was during his funeral that changed my life. I watch as his brothers in arms cried for him. I watched as we sat, drinking beers and remembering the Daniel we knew. As the night wind down and the beers turned to bourbon, I heard the stories of what it was like. Maybe they had forgotten that I was still around but those boys talked. They spoke of Daniel and of the people they had killed. Spoke of the people that had almost killed them and how now, whenever they were out, in civilian life that past still haunted them.
The next day I told my grief-stricken parents I was going to join the Army as soon as I completed my PhD. As one can imagine they weren't happy. They had just buried one child and didn't wish to bury another but I couldn't stand by and do nothing anymore. Daniel had suffered because I didn't think to act or question his diagnose. He had lost his life but if I could help, if I could save a soldier like Daniel who was suffering, then maybe, just maybe, it wouldn't all be for nothing.
~work in progress
Blood Lilly book 2 in the Lilly Vale saga
Book cover is being worked on as is a release date so i will keep you all posted!
Lilly Vale thought her life couldn't get any more complicated then it already was...but she was wrong. Blood will spill as father goes against daughter in the effort to control the world. Who can Lilly trust when it's not only her life at stake!
http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18...
Here is a Character Interview with Lilly Vale!
Name: Lilly Vale
Age:19
Likes: motorbikes, greasy food, music, guys who are bad for me,
Dislikes: drinking, lies, snakes, dreaming.
Where can I find you on a Sunday morning? Used to be anyway Cayn was but now you would find me meditating and working out.
What are your pet peeves? Lying and guys who want to use me.
Where can we find you every day of the week? Oh well why not grab a copy of Death Lilly http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/15...
Kindle is on sale $0.99 http://www.amazon.com/Death-Lilly-ebo...
And then don’t forget to add Blood Lilly to your to be read pile http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18...
Love interest: Wow where to start…well there is Cayn, Levi and my best friend Jude not to mention a new guy in Blood Lilly.
Where do you see yourself in five years? Just hoping to be alive.
Lilly Vale thought her life couldn't get any more complicated then it already was...but she was wrong. Blood will spill as father goes against daughter in the effort to control the world. Who can Lilly trust when it's not only her life at stake!
http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18...
Here is a Character Interview with Lilly Vale!
Name: Lilly Vale
Age:19
Likes: motorbikes, greasy food, music, guys who are bad for me,
Dislikes: drinking, lies, snakes, dreaming.
Where can I find you on a Sunday morning? Used to be anyway Cayn was but now you would find me meditating and working out.
What are your pet peeves? Lying and guys who want to use me.
Where can we find you every day of the week? Oh well why not grab a copy of Death Lilly http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/15...
Kindle is on sale $0.99 http://www.amazon.com/Death-Lilly-ebo...
And then don’t forget to add Blood Lilly to your to be read pile http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18...
Love interest: Wow where to start…well there is Cayn, Levi and my best friend Jude not to mention a new guy in Blood Lilly.
Where do you see yourself in five years? Just hoping to be alive.
New project Romance genre
“Sarah I want you home early so we can trim the tree.” My mother called out to me as I walked to my car bound for the mall. The wind whistled though the trees as it nipped my nose making me pull my coat a little tighter. Everything was white, the roofs on houses, the trees, and the ground…all of it was white and beautiful. I loved this time of year; Christmas carols played in every mall, decorations lined the streets and everyone seemed to be in good spirits. It was a great time of year, I thought as I moved from store to store. There were only ten more days until Christmas and three days until I’d have to deal with the influx of family that gathered at my parents’ home. It was annoying that at twenty five I still lived at home but in this economy moving out on my wage, with my student loans, was not an option, I thought as I searched for a parking spot.
Even though I complained about it, I couldn’t wait to see family again. I could picture every present for all my aunts and uncles and grandparents. We didn’t have a huge family, but every Christmas we liked to gather at someone’s place and reconnect. It wasn’t the worst tradition and if I liquored up grandpa enough it would mean a nice little cash bonus under the tree for me. Sure, I felt bad but when he saw the new plaid sweater vest I got him, all would be forgiven. This year was my nephew’s first Christmas. He was six months old and a little cherub with curly blond hair and big rosy cheeks. Jason was the light of our family’s life, being that he was not only my first nephew but he was also the first grandchild and great grandchild, on both sides of the family. We were all looking forward to watching him tear up the paper on Christmas morning. I had no problem spending up big on my little nephew just to see that smile upon his face. I mightn’t have bucket loads of money but had enough to make sure he would be well spoilt over the holiday season.
The sound of a school choir caroling, chimed in my ears as I sipped hot coco before nibbling on a Christmas cookie. There were only a few more shops to hit until I was done gift shopping but I was already tired and my feet were aching with protest. There was still time, I mused. Tomorrow was a half day at work, surely I could come back then to pick up the last few things I wanted. I loved the atmosphere at this time of year; it was amazing to be around. Families coming together, strangers helping each other… it was a time when miracles happened.
I smiled at guy dress in a Santa suit as he passed by accidently knocking me with his elbow. “Merry Christmas.” I called out in my cheery holiday voice. The Santa look alike glared at me, his eyes filled with anger. Instinctively I took a step back, dropping the cookie that was in my hand.
“A Merry Christmas to you to.” He spoke with a strained tone. I couldn’t help but wonder why this Santa seemed so aggravated, it was Christmas after all. He must’ve picked up on my feeling as he flashed me a weak smile before flinging his Santa sack over his shoulder and disappearing into the crowd. I shrugged, not wanting to let it ruin my day. There was just one more shop to hit before I would pack up my credit card for the day. There were some perks to living with my parents after all, I thought with a grin.
My arms were full as I made my way out for the mall; my feet and bank balance both a little worse for wear. Nearly everything on my Christmas list had been bought so I was ready to tackle the next thing on my ‘to do list’…wrapping.
Juggling bags while trying to find my keys, I made my way to the car, humming jingle bells rock softly as I thought about trimming the tree with my mum and sister later tonight. In hindsight I should have been paying attention to the things around me. Maybe I would have done things differently…then again, maybe not. Who knows? But, as I heard the beep of my car’s central locking system activate, a shot rang out. One loud bang followed by another and another.
I didn’t feel anything at first. No searing pain. No ache. Screams echoed all around me. Everything seemed to be moving in fast forward while I was stuck in slow motion, watching as others fled for safety, sheltering themselves behind cars as others rushed into stores… I didn’t understand what was happening. Another shot followed by three more sounded as I glanced to my left. There had been a loud thud followed by several screams before everything had gone very quiet. All I could hear now was the muffled sounds of crying and Christmas carols. It was very unnerving. Suddenly I wondered as to when I had fallen? The presents I had picked out were scattered around me as a surge of panic flooded my veins. Another loud shot rang out, so loud that I wanted to cover my ears. It was at that point in which I realized I must have been hit by a bullet. I glanced around me once more.
An old man had fallen onto his back a few feet across from me, blood slowly pooling from underneath him. I had a thought, that maybe I could help him, I was a nurse after all but as I tried to move my legs they stayed still. Five others were lying on the on the cold, hard ground like me. I was too far away to help the others but the old man was close enough that I if I could get to him maybe I could help in some way. My nursing instincts kicked in and I called out to the man.
“Sir, are you ok?” I asked, the man didn’t respond but I could see that he was still breathing. I moved my arms, laying them out in front of me. My legs might not have been working properly but I was determined to move forward. There was a young man with his finger against his lips telling me to be quiet. I glared at him, the guy was early thirties and hiding behind his Audi, I was outraged. How dare he hide behind a car judging me for helping others? This young guy was far more capable then I and yet he did not offer either me or any of the others a helping hand. The thought to scream at the top of my lungs was far too tempting.
“Why won’t you help him?” I cried out as hushed as I dare be. The guy only two maybe three feet away shook his head. I watched as the old man lying in front of me groaned, his hand dropping to the side. I worried I wouldn’t make it time.
“God, please…someone help him. Can’t you see he will die if we leave him out here!” I pleaded to deaf ears.
“Shut up.” declared a voice, followed by another gunshot though I wasn’t sure where it came from. All I could focus on was the man as the sound of a child crying in the background soon hushed. I prayed that the child was ok and not a victim.
“Matt.” Another soft groan escaped from the poor man’s lips. I was worried about how bad his injuries might be. Every ounce of strength I had left, I used to reach the man.
“Sir…” I struggled to finish what I was saying. I felt cold. Really cold yet my only concern was to help him. I looked around at all the scared faces, hiding where they could. Using my arms I inched myself forward. ‘Oh god’, it hurt so bad that black dots appeared before my eyes…or maybe I was losing too much blood. I hadn’t really checked myself but I knew I was doing ok as long as I stayed awake and coherent. Christmas carols were now being drowned out by sirens. I knew police were on the scene, it was only a matter of time before help would arrive. All I had to do was stay awake until they could reach us.
“Sir, can you hear me?” I asked, trying to keep my tone nice and even.
We were out in the open, easy pickings for the shooter. I knew how this worked, police, medics…none of them would come until it was safe but hopefully that wouldn’t be too long now. Another shot echoed in the distanced as if mocking me. The sound was deafening even over the siren. Still it was hard to tell where the gunman was shooting from. Nothing around me was disturbed and truthfully I didn’t care if the shooter noticed me or not. If I was going to die then I wanted to do it on my own terms. I wanted to die knowing I wasn’t too scared to help a stranger on Christmas. Maybe it was my tenacity which made the shooter ignore me or maybe he was trying to think of an escape plan. I guess I would never know but while whatever was going on; I continued to do what I knew was right.
There was a lot of blood now pooled around him as I tried to see where it was coming from, one wound in his chest and one in his leg. The chest one was only a small entry wound but from the blood pouring out under him I knew the exit wound must be bad. My pulse jumped into my throat as I realized that there was not a lot I could do for him in my condition. Maybe if he had been rushed to hospital, he might have survived but even I had doubts.
In his left hand lay a small velvet box. It was too large for it to be a ring box. I grabbed his hand removing the box. His pulse was weak. A horrid thought entered my mind for I knew he didn’t have long left in this world. Carefully I placed the box in the waistband of my jeans. I didn’t know what was in it but I’d be damned if I’d let someone steal it.
Tilting my head I whispered. “Sir, it’s all right. Everything is going to be fine; I’m here to help you. All you have to do is hold on a little bit longer.”
I wasn’t expecting him to answer but it would have been reassuring. He was so close to death that I figured the best thing I could do was to hold him close and let him know he wasn’t alone. With my head resting beside his shoulder I held his hand and waited, whispering reassuring words. I didn’t feel cold any more instead I felt tired, so, with my hand clasped in the man’s I let myself drift off knowing I might never awaken. Jingle bells rock still playing in my mind as I hummed the tune wondering if I would ever see my family again.
Rebecca Nolan
Even though I complained about it, I couldn’t wait to see family again. I could picture every present for all my aunts and uncles and grandparents. We didn’t have a huge family, but every Christmas we liked to gather at someone’s place and reconnect. It wasn’t the worst tradition and if I liquored up grandpa enough it would mean a nice little cash bonus under the tree for me. Sure, I felt bad but when he saw the new plaid sweater vest I got him, all would be forgiven. This year was my nephew’s first Christmas. He was six months old and a little cherub with curly blond hair and big rosy cheeks. Jason was the light of our family’s life, being that he was not only my first nephew but he was also the first grandchild and great grandchild, on both sides of the family. We were all looking forward to watching him tear up the paper on Christmas morning. I had no problem spending up big on my little nephew just to see that smile upon his face. I mightn’t have bucket loads of money but had enough to make sure he would be well spoilt over the holiday season.
The sound of a school choir caroling, chimed in my ears as I sipped hot coco before nibbling on a Christmas cookie. There were only a few more shops to hit until I was done gift shopping but I was already tired and my feet were aching with protest. There was still time, I mused. Tomorrow was a half day at work, surely I could come back then to pick up the last few things I wanted. I loved the atmosphere at this time of year; it was amazing to be around. Families coming together, strangers helping each other… it was a time when miracles happened.
I smiled at guy dress in a Santa suit as he passed by accidently knocking me with his elbow. “Merry Christmas.” I called out in my cheery holiday voice. The Santa look alike glared at me, his eyes filled with anger. Instinctively I took a step back, dropping the cookie that was in my hand.
“A Merry Christmas to you to.” He spoke with a strained tone. I couldn’t help but wonder why this Santa seemed so aggravated, it was Christmas after all. He must’ve picked up on my feeling as he flashed me a weak smile before flinging his Santa sack over his shoulder and disappearing into the crowd. I shrugged, not wanting to let it ruin my day. There was just one more shop to hit before I would pack up my credit card for the day. There were some perks to living with my parents after all, I thought with a grin.
My arms were full as I made my way out for the mall; my feet and bank balance both a little worse for wear. Nearly everything on my Christmas list had been bought so I was ready to tackle the next thing on my ‘to do list’…wrapping.
Juggling bags while trying to find my keys, I made my way to the car, humming jingle bells rock softly as I thought about trimming the tree with my mum and sister later tonight. In hindsight I should have been paying attention to the things around me. Maybe I would have done things differently…then again, maybe not. Who knows? But, as I heard the beep of my car’s central locking system activate, a shot rang out. One loud bang followed by another and another.
I didn’t feel anything at first. No searing pain. No ache. Screams echoed all around me. Everything seemed to be moving in fast forward while I was stuck in slow motion, watching as others fled for safety, sheltering themselves behind cars as others rushed into stores… I didn’t understand what was happening. Another shot followed by three more sounded as I glanced to my left. There had been a loud thud followed by several screams before everything had gone very quiet. All I could hear now was the muffled sounds of crying and Christmas carols. It was very unnerving. Suddenly I wondered as to when I had fallen? The presents I had picked out were scattered around me as a surge of panic flooded my veins. Another loud shot rang out, so loud that I wanted to cover my ears. It was at that point in which I realized I must have been hit by a bullet. I glanced around me once more.
An old man had fallen onto his back a few feet across from me, blood slowly pooling from underneath him. I had a thought, that maybe I could help him, I was a nurse after all but as I tried to move my legs they stayed still. Five others were lying on the on the cold, hard ground like me. I was too far away to help the others but the old man was close enough that I if I could get to him maybe I could help in some way. My nursing instincts kicked in and I called out to the man.
“Sir, are you ok?” I asked, the man didn’t respond but I could see that he was still breathing. I moved my arms, laying them out in front of me. My legs might not have been working properly but I was determined to move forward. There was a young man with his finger against his lips telling me to be quiet. I glared at him, the guy was early thirties and hiding behind his Audi, I was outraged. How dare he hide behind a car judging me for helping others? This young guy was far more capable then I and yet he did not offer either me or any of the others a helping hand. The thought to scream at the top of my lungs was far too tempting.
“Why won’t you help him?” I cried out as hushed as I dare be. The guy only two maybe three feet away shook his head. I watched as the old man lying in front of me groaned, his hand dropping to the side. I worried I wouldn’t make it time.
“God, please…someone help him. Can’t you see he will die if we leave him out here!” I pleaded to deaf ears.
“Shut up.” declared a voice, followed by another gunshot though I wasn’t sure where it came from. All I could focus on was the man as the sound of a child crying in the background soon hushed. I prayed that the child was ok and not a victim.
“Matt.” Another soft groan escaped from the poor man’s lips. I was worried about how bad his injuries might be. Every ounce of strength I had left, I used to reach the man.
“Sir…” I struggled to finish what I was saying. I felt cold. Really cold yet my only concern was to help him. I looked around at all the scared faces, hiding where they could. Using my arms I inched myself forward. ‘Oh god’, it hurt so bad that black dots appeared before my eyes…or maybe I was losing too much blood. I hadn’t really checked myself but I knew I was doing ok as long as I stayed awake and coherent. Christmas carols were now being drowned out by sirens. I knew police were on the scene, it was only a matter of time before help would arrive. All I had to do was stay awake until they could reach us.
“Sir, can you hear me?” I asked, trying to keep my tone nice and even.
We were out in the open, easy pickings for the shooter. I knew how this worked, police, medics…none of them would come until it was safe but hopefully that wouldn’t be too long now. Another shot echoed in the distanced as if mocking me. The sound was deafening even over the siren. Still it was hard to tell where the gunman was shooting from. Nothing around me was disturbed and truthfully I didn’t care if the shooter noticed me or not. If I was going to die then I wanted to do it on my own terms. I wanted to die knowing I wasn’t too scared to help a stranger on Christmas. Maybe it was my tenacity which made the shooter ignore me or maybe he was trying to think of an escape plan. I guess I would never know but while whatever was going on; I continued to do what I knew was right.
There was a lot of blood now pooled around him as I tried to see where it was coming from, one wound in his chest and one in his leg. The chest one was only a small entry wound but from the blood pouring out under him I knew the exit wound must be bad. My pulse jumped into my throat as I realized that there was not a lot I could do for him in my condition. Maybe if he had been rushed to hospital, he might have survived but even I had doubts.
In his left hand lay a small velvet box. It was too large for it to be a ring box. I grabbed his hand removing the box. His pulse was weak. A horrid thought entered my mind for I knew he didn’t have long left in this world. Carefully I placed the box in the waistband of my jeans. I didn’t know what was in it but I’d be damned if I’d let someone steal it.
Tilting my head I whispered. “Sir, it’s all right. Everything is going to be fine; I’m here to help you. All you have to do is hold on a little bit longer.”
I wasn’t expecting him to answer but it would have been reassuring. He was so close to death that I figured the best thing I could do was to hold him close and let him know he wasn’t alone. With my head resting beside his shoulder I held his hand and waited, whispering reassuring words. I didn’t feel cold any more instead I felt tired, so, with my hand clasped in the man’s I let myself drift off knowing I might never awaken. Jingle bells rock still playing in my mind as I hummed the tune wondering if I would ever see my family again.
Rebecca Nolan
Drowning, a new ChickLit romance book
Drowning is the story of Emily Rickshaw, a woman who on the outside seems to have it all, little do people know that she feels as though she is drowning with no chance of escape. Her husband hates her but won't commit to a divorce due to his political aspirations and his wife's influential family and the fact that Emily has a name for herself in the restauranteur business.
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Flash fiction
Emma,
Firstly I want to apologize for taking so long to write babe, it has been non-stop here and every time I have a moment to write, I find myself lost for words. Over here is so different from back home. The heat is crazy! It feels like it’ll never end. Most nights I can see the stars, there are so many some nights that I almost forget where I am, at least until the gunfire starts or some alarm sounds.
I’m sorry for rambling, it’s just so hard to think about things to write that wouldn’t sound far worse then they are. The guys loved the cookies you sent over and have been begging me to ask you to send another batch over. Also I loved your little extra special gift. It reminds me every night of how lucky I am to have such a beautiful wife. You, my dearest Emma, keep me fighting when I feel like giving up.
I want to know how you are going? Is being on base alone as hard as some on the other wives tell their husbands… or am I to believe your last letter lol. I want you to be doing ok. Only six more months until I am home, babe. Less than that until leave…and baby, I can’t tell you how excited I am about that.
Actually I was thinking about it and once this tour is over we should think about starting our family. Before you write back tell me that wasn’t in our plan, I know it isn’t. I know we are young but being here…it makes me think about you, and me and us, and how short life really is. We lost two guys yesterday. I didn’t know them but news travels fast around here.
Anyway I need to go. I don’t want to go, baby, but I’ll be home soon.
Love you forever
Marcus.
I flipped through the letters, selecting random ones to read as I contemplated the idea of going on a date. It had been eighteen months since Marcus had been shot. It still hurt. It hurt so bad that I didn’t want to live. How could I?
I place the letter back into the box, the one that held my most precious memories of him. Our wedding photos, letters and his wedding ring, they were all in this one shoebox. Our time felt so short. I didn’t want to move one. I didn’t know how too.
There was one letter, a letter one of his fellow troops had delivered to me months after his funeral. That’s how Daniel and I met. He had turned up on my doorstep, in his uniform and handed me the last letter Marcus had ever written me. Daniel had held me as I cried and stayed and tucked me into bed after I drank two bottles of wine. He had been my rock and now that he was out of the military he wanted to go on a date with me.
I didn’t know what to do. I look at that letter, crumpled and sitting there, staring at me. I unfolded it carefully.
To my Dearest Emma
If you are reading this, then I am so sorry, baby. I never wanted to leave you. Writing this is one of the hardest things I have ever had to do. I pray that this will never reach you. I can’t imagine a life without you and me. But, if for some, something has happened to me that I need you to know a few things.
Firstly you are and have always been the love of my life.
That if I had any choice I would always choose a life that would see us growing old together.
However if you are reading this and I am gone, then I apologize for ruining our plan once again.
Remember that you will okay, that I want you to be okay and to find happiness. You are too beautiful to be alone. You have such a strength about you, that I know you find away to move on.
Lastly Emma, and this is important so believe me when you read these words!
Emma you will love again. Don’t give up on happiness. Please find someone for me.
I have and forever will love you!
Marcus
I placed it back in to the box, feeling better even though it still hurt. A small part of me wondered if Marcus had some part in Daniel and I finding one another.
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http://www.wattpad.com/user/TheMusesTrio
Firstly I want to apologize for taking so long to write babe, it has been non-stop here and every time I have a moment to write, I find myself lost for words. Over here is so different from back home. The heat is crazy! It feels like it’ll never end. Most nights I can see the stars, there are so many some nights that I almost forget where I am, at least until the gunfire starts or some alarm sounds.
I’m sorry for rambling, it’s just so hard to think about things to write that wouldn’t sound far worse then they are. The guys loved the cookies you sent over and have been begging me to ask you to send another batch over. Also I loved your little extra special gift. It reminds me every night of how lucky I am to have such a beautiful wife. You, my dearest Emma, keep me fighting when I feel like giving up.
I want to know how you are going? Is being on base alone as hard as some on the other wives tell their husbands… or am I to believe your last letter lol. I want you to be doing ok. Only six more months until I am home, babe. Less than that until leave…and baby, I can’t tell you how excited I am about that.
Actually I was thinking about it and once this tour is over we should think about starting our family. Before you write back tell me that wasn’t in our plan, I know it isn’t. I know we are young but being here…it makes me think about you, and me and us, and how short life really is. We lost two guys yesterday. I didn’t know them but news travels fast around here.
Anyway I need to go. I don’t want to go, baby, but I’ll be home soon.
Love you forever
Marcus.
I flipped through the letters, selecting random ones to read as I contemplated the idea of going on a date. It had been eighteen months since Marcus had been shot. It still hurt. It hurt so bad that I didn’t want to live. How could I?
I place the letter back into the box, the one that held my most precious memories of him. Our wedding photos, letters and his wedding ring, they were all in this one shoebox. Our time felt so short. I didn’t want to move one. I didn’t know how too.
There was one letter, a letter one of his fellow troops had delivered to me months after his funeral. That’s how Daniel and I met. He had turned up on my doorstep, in his uniform and handed me the last letter Marcus had ever written me. Daniel had held me as I cried and stayed and tucked me into bed after I drank two bottles of wine. He had been my rock and now that he was out of the military he wanted to go on a date with me.
I didn’t know what to do. I look at that letter, crumpled and sitting there, staring at me. I unfolded it carefully.
To my Dearest Emma
If you are reading this, then I am so sorry, baby. I never wanted to leave you. Writing this is one of the hardest things I have ever had to do. I pray that this will never reach you. I can’t imagine a life without you and me. But, if for some, something has happened to me that I need you to know a few things.
Firstly you are and have always been the love of my life.
That if I had any choice I would always choose a life that would see us growing old together.
However if you are reading this and I am gone, then I apologize for ruining our plan once again.
Remember that you will okay, that I want you to be okay and to find happiness. You are too beautiful to be alone. You have such a strength about you, that I know you find away to move on.
Lastly Emma, and this is important so believe me when you read these words!
Emma you will love again. Don’t give up on happiness. Please find someone for me.
I have and forever will love you!
Marcus
I placed it back in to the box, feeling better even though it still hurt. A small part of me wondered if Marcus had some part in Daniel and I finding one another.
For More Free stories please feel free to check out my Wattpad page. Hoping to publish a flash fiction collection with two other amazing Wattpad writers.
http://www.wattpad.com/user/RebeccaNo...
http://www.wattpad.com/user/TheMusesTrio
