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Adopting Love.
A short story set in Texas
ADOPTING LOVE. PART SIX (the end).
Hi! Here is another and the ultimate episode of my short story, Adopting Love. It picks up right where the last left off….
Adopting Love. Part Five.
Hi! Here is yet another chunk of my short story, Adopting Love. It picks up right where the last left off. Sean and…
Adopting Love. Part Four.
Yet another chunk of my short story!! We left the chickens drifting back into the coop and walked across the yard toward the…
Adopting Love. Part Three.
This is the third part of my short story, ‘Adopting Love’. I tried to wipe my eyes without being too obvious. “Lydia. You’ve…
Adopting Love. Part Two
Here’s the next part of Adopting Love–a short story I wrote. With no further ado… Adopting Love. Part Two. I looked them each…
Adopting Love. Part One.
I wrote this story recently. I really hope you enjoy it, and really, that it challenges you to do something better with all…
Bloodlines of Fire
My Greatest Project Update
How has my Bloodlines of Fire editing been going? Let me tell you. I’ve been, as often as possible, working on the…
From Plot to Proof in 26 days? Did I do it?
Challenged by my mom at the end of November to edit my last book, Bloodlines of Fire and have a proof copy before…
Bloodlines of Fire Cover art Staggers writer…
After I finished my novel Bloodlines of Fire (which I hope to chop down into a novella and publish), my mother drafted up…
Don’t miss Chapter One of My WIP, Bloodlines of Fire.
Fire has a tendency of attracting the most vile of creatures.A proverb. Sitting on a large stone in the garden, Ryla let a…
Realm Stories
Some realms are only discovered by the quill of a writer
Three epic adventures set in a realm far off…
The Clapping Water
The sound of clapping water drives a feel of horror, of actions beyond our control. Most of all, it beckons us to feel, hear and taste our own failure.
The Hunted.
“Is anyone here?!” He yelled down the street. Only his voice responded in an echo. Nothing more.
the Salvation of Sablecroft
“I thought that was a myth.” Sometimes those words only echo back as a hollow misconception.