Author & Editor Cynthia Hilston

Category: identity

  • Chapter 2 of A Laughing Matter of Pain

    With the release of my newest book, A Laughing Matter of Pain, I’m going to be sharing the first four chapters with you in the month of October! Check back every Saturday for the next chapter. The book is available on Amazon here. Chapter 2 “You knew today was going to be an early day.” With…

  • Chapter 1 of A Laughing Matter of Pain

    With the release of my newest book, A Laughing Matter of Pain, I’m going to be sharing the first four chapters with you in the month of October! Check back every Saturday for the next chapter. The book is available on Amazon here. Chapter 1 Damp. Dank. Dusty. Dirty. It’s become a kind of game. I’m…

  • Excerpt: Opening of A Laughing Matter of Pain (Now Available on Amazon – RELEASE TODAY!)

    My new novel, A Laughing Matter of Pain, is now available for purchase here.   Chapter 1 Damp. Dank. Dusty. Dirty. It’s become a kind of game. I’m good at games. How many words that begin with the letter D can I come up with to describe this place? Disgusting. There’s another point for me. 1-0,…

  • Excerpt from Hannah’s Rainbow

    “It’s strange to be in such a quiet house,” said Hannah that evening.  “I can’t tell you how many times I wished for silence when the kids were driving me up a wall.  Now, it’s just us.  Don’t get me wrong.  I love that we can finally enjoy the peace and quiet as empty nesters,…

  • Excerpt from Hannah’s Rainbow

    “Well, it’s done.  I gave away my oldest.  No one told me it was this emotional.  I guess I know how your father must’ve felt now.” Hannah smiled fondly.  “Yeah, Pa was glassy-eyed, that old softie.  I was thinking about them last night.” Edward wrapped an arm around Hannah.  “If you need to cry, let…

  • Passion, Love, Memories Speak Across Time – How Vincent Van Gogh’s Life Inspires

    Passion, Love, Memories Speak Across Time – How Vincent Van Gogh’s Life Inspires

    Yesterday’s room next door–that feeling of being in a room, separated by a simple wall that might as well be a chasm, from the room right next door, only that room belongs to yesterday. The echoes of voices, the dim music, words on yellowed paper, dried paint, a brush of a kiss, the faded picture…

  • Excerpt from Murder: It’s All in Your Head (WIP)

    Matilda stared back for a while. The clock on the wall to their right ticked away the seconds. The murmur of the few other customers who occupied the teahouse faded into the background. Finally, Matilda giggled, withdrawing her gaze. “I’m sorry. It’s so odd, but it feels like I know you better than could be…

  • Excerpt from Murder: It’s All in Your Head (WIP)

    On a late summer day, Helen walked through downtown Hurston. She sent a telegram to her aunt and uncle in Pennsylvania, updating them on her mother’s health. Her mother hadn’t been well even since coming down with a severe case of pneumonia back in the winter. She spent most of her time lying down these…

  • Excerpt from Murder: It’s All in Your Head (WIP)

    Her mother was outside feeding the chickens and collecting eggs. She came in with a handful and set them on the table. “Good, you’re up.” “Good morning, Mother.” How did you sleep? Did you hear it last night? How can you sleep knowing that? She glared at her mother’s back, willing her to understand or express…

  • Excerpt from Murder: It’s All in Your Head (WIP)

    Helen rested her elbows on the surface of the desk and cradled her face in her hands as she returned her gaze to the window. Her eyelids grew heavy, and she drifted to sleep. She was walking through the unused field on Mr. Bender’s farm just outside of town. Wildflowers grew as high as her…