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For the A to Z challenge, I present Murder Most Fowl, an unedited serial story from the unpublished Cera Chronicles.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. 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…
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,…
I stretched the flame to ribbons, letting them flutter and float about my swaying hips as I danced. I invoked my other power set, the power of Miasho, to engage the senses. Sensation rippled through the air, unseen but touching everyone with delicate waves of pleasure. The wrinkled man in front loosened his tie and…
I clenched my teeth and forced a polite smile to my lips. With minimal struggle, I righted myself to a mostly vertical position and wobbled on my stiletto heels. My courage returned a few deep breaths later and I started for the short staircase. The lecherous old man groped my rear as I passed. It…
In my first/previous post, I said I was going to avoid putting the details of my book in my blog. I have since changed my mind. In fact, I’ve decided quite the opposite. Feedback for my writing has been limited to a couple people. I highly value their opinions, but it does narrow the potential…