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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…
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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…
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Excerpt from Murder: It’s All in Your Head (WIP)
“What are they?” Helen stared at the strange cookies in front of her on the table. “I found them when I went into town to get some groceries. They’re called animal crackers.” Helen’s mother kissed her daughter’s cheek and took the bag of groceries to the table next to the sink. Helen picked up the…
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Excerpt from Murder: It’s All in Your Head (WIP)
Cassie walked up her street to the familiar sounds of kids playing. She gazed down at her hands and smiled. They were her hands, not some strange man’s. She was herself again. All those imaginings of being trapped in someone else’s body were just a nightmare. This was real. She skipped with renewed vigor, then…
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Excerpt from Murder: It’s All in Your Head (WIP)
“Make your phone call,” said a balding cop. Cassie stared down at her manly hands, the orange sleeve of her prison uniform brushing against the hair that extended just beyond it. Even her knuckles were hairy. “Well, what are you waiting for? If you’re just gonna waste my time, I can find better ways to…
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Excerpt from Murder: It’s All in Your Head (WIP)
Jimmy closed his eyes, tried to block out the imprisoned world around him. He knew fighting and yelling wouldn’t do him any good. Their notions of his insanity were only reaffirmed when he acted out. He could hear the orderlies breathing as they stood beside him, but he didn’t care. It’s not like they were…
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Excerpt from Murder: It’s All in Your Head (WIP)
“Can I trust you to behave yourself, James?” came the nasally voice of Doctor Winslow. Jimmy lay on his bed, his arms and legs restrained. He had spent the first fifteen minutes thrashing like a fish on land, but then his energy had dropped. He hated this ancient body–yet another reason to feel he was…
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Excerpt from Murder: It’s All in Your Head (Opening Scenes – WIP)
“Mr. Williams, please take your medicine, and we won’t have a problem,” said the middle-aged nurse with the poofy hair. The hair he hated. It drove him crazy. “How many times do I have to tell you, Poodle, that I’m not Mr. Williams?” The nurse sighed. “Please call me Nurse Stephens, Mr. Williams.” Her tone…
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Review of The Beat on Ruby’s Street by Jenna Zark
Synopsis: The last thing eleven-year-old Ruby Tabeata expected to happen on her way to a Jack Kerouac reading was to be hauled to the police station. It’s 1958 and Ruby is the opposite of a 1950s stereotype: fierce, funny and strong willed, she is only just starting to chart her course in a family of…