Random Nonsense

The kitchen was cold, and Tris pulled the edges of her nightrobe closer as she stepped inside, her bare feet curling in protest against the cold floor. She turned on the light and blinked her eyes against the bright fluorescence. She blinked again, but this time it was not about the light. Blood. It was … More Random Nonsense

New short work

A/n: This is the beginning of a new project. It will either be a short stoiry or a novella. When he woke, it was dark, but that could be because he was in a dark room. Next it occurred to him that he was still alive. Someone had saved him. Why can’t humans just let … More New short work

New Project

Had a weirdass dream the other night, and what must I do when I wake up but write a story based on it and now I have a new shiny WIP. Here’s the prologue “Murderer!” The woman’s scream was loud, and shrill, her face twisted, eyes wide with fear and panic. The long red dress … More New Project

New projects

As unbelievable as it may sound to anyone who knows me, I’ve been writing about vampires. For nanowrimo this year, and guess what? I already got in my 50k words and finished one of the books. The other is also going on well, and I’m aiming for maybe 75k words this month. Keeping my fingers … More New projects

Sneak peeks

The man stood frozen in fear. Even his innards seemed to be frozen. He wet his lips and wondered what else fate had in store for him. Was he destined to die like this, naked and alone in this dense forest, swallowed by a snake? He, who was the scion of a most noble line, … More Sneak peeks

The Lost Race

Chapter Six Rowen wasn’t certain why he felt uncomfortable, but he was. Sleep refused to come, no matter what he did. It could have been the excitement of the day, but he didn’t think so. Did they make a mistake, allowing the humans to stay? Rowen knew their history, their tendency for needless violence especially … More The Lost Race

The Lost Race

Chapter Five The room was the same as before. What had he expected? That it would have changed by itself? Mark felt foolish. They all sat themselves in the couch and the chairs. It was Rowen who broke the silence. “I don’t know your names,” he said. “Oh, we’re so sorry!” Mark said, feeling his … More The Lost Race