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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…
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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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Poetry Tuesday – Ahead
Bloodshot eyes burn, downcast, There, see the hardened ground. Step by step, each one an escape From the life left behind. Trembling, turning away, Tears blinding already blurry vision, Desperate cries echo forth, Losing themselves among the crowd. Lost to wander, wanting nothing more Than to run rampant and fly free, But where, whimpering child?…
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Excerpt from Murder: It’s All in Your Head (Introduction of the Villain – WIP)
The girl stood just beyond the threshold of the entrance into the kitchen. The phone had rang. The mom had answered. In the background, the small T.V. on the counter droned on with the evening news. The girl glanced at the screen and smiled. The mom hung up the phone, unsettled. She turned back to…
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Poetry Tuesday – Frozen Lady in Black and White
Every day as I walk Down the hall at work, I glance at the wall. There it still hangs, A reminder of yesterday. One lone young lady Appearing to be trapped, Surrounded by the eyes Of a dozen men As she scurries, though frozen, Down the sidewalk. Her delicate hand Clutches firmly on the strap…
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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…