Nutty Chitter from a Caffeinated Critter
For the A to Z challenge, I present Murder Most Fowl, an unedited serial story from the unpublished Cera Chronicles. Please excuse the grammar mistakes. This hasn’t been critiqued yet. If you’re just diving into this story, you may want to start with . Cowboys surrounded us. The girl aimed her weapon at the furry…
For the A to Z challenge, I present Murder Most Fowl, an unedited serial story from the unpublished Cera Chronicles. Please excuse the grammar mistakes. This hasn’t been critiqued yet. If you’re just diving into this story, you may want to start with . If you came looking for IWSG, I unfortunately didn’t get one…
For the A to Z challenge, I present Murder Most Fowl, an unedited serial story from the unpublished Cera Chronicles. Please excuse the grammar mistakes. This hasn’t been critiqued yet. At times, alternate worlds could be seriously foul. Or was that fowl? The unnerving screech of my feathered stalker raised the hair on my arms….
Today is a blog hop about a blog hop (click the image to view the list of participants). April’s A to Z Challenge rapidly approaches. Today is the day we reveal our theme. I’ve been diligently working on a serialized story based on an unreleased series of novellas I’ve called the Cera Chronicles. They are…
Have you ever strived to achieve? Maybe you want to run a marathon? Design a video game? Write a book? One thing is for certain: it takes time, hard work, and dedication to do something, and to do it well. Perhaps you don’t perform at your peak during the early morning hours. But if you…
When I first started getting serious about my writing a few years back, I looked for a local critique group without success. I had given up. Then, Jeri Walker-Bickett wrote a post about critique groups and I knew what she had detailed out was exactly what I wanted. It rekindled my search and I hit…
Characters roam the corridors of my mind, each one bobbing his or her head to a different tune. I realized some time ago that I associate certain songs to my characters and occasionally flick on my playlist while writing code at work. It’s up to 51 songs, spanning all my characters at different stages in…
The homicide detective, Joe Harris, wore a long coat that dusted the tops of well-shined shoes as he strode into the crime scene like a man on a mission. A dark fedora shaded his features, allowing only a tight-lipped expression to be discernible. He examined the bodies with narrow eyes before flicking his gaze to the…
I huffed a frustrated breath. “I was in complete control the entire time. There were not going to be any damages.” “Uh-huh,” he inclined his head in a mocking nod. “Complete control, like when ya fell off the pole.” “Complete control of the fire,” I amended. I smelled coconut with a hint of vanilla. Footsteps,…
“How was I supposed to know there was a fire extinguishing system?” I asked as I towel dried my hair. “Ya could’ve asked,” said Fisheye Frankie from the doorway. “And I would’ve told ya.” My employer stalked into the room while his two bodyguards hovered just outside. I had posed the rhetorical question to Michael,…