… especially in the dark. We all have those nights. Just about asleep when something tickles the edge of your consciousness. Cat owners know the sounds..
Thud – withOUT a crash. These are hard to find. With a crash we know where to look. Without one we have to “sneak up” on the animals with better hearing. Not usually successful. My cat chases her tail in the bathtub, so I get rapid thumping followed by *rip* when the shower curtain gets in the way.
Hairball noises – sounds like your cat is wheezing out balls of cotton. Very distinct sound that any cat owner can recognize. This is worse when no hairball appears and you hear your cat smack her lips *ew*.
Vomit sounds – oh yeah, this one is awful. It sounds like your cat is trying to pass its own bowel through its mouth. Usually accompanied by convulsions you can hear even through a pillow.
Crash - you know something fell and probably is broken. What we don’t know is exactly where it is. The general area is given when said culprit runs from the scene of the crime until they see you and slow down. You can almost hear the “I’m innocent, ignore me, whistle” as they pass by.
That’s a start.. feel free to add yours.. I just heard a thump (no lie) I have to go check out before bed.
Graylin
I’m feeling a little creepy this weekend. So here is a blurb from THE NIGHTMARE. Horror prose to start off a Sunday, sounds good to me.
Keeping your head down you hope not to see his shadow approach. Your stomach turns with the realization it is not gravel crunching in the darkness. You are standing on shattered bones.
Afraid to move, you hear muffled screams, he jerks the bag behind him, the screaming halts. The piercing silence hangs stale in the air. Frozen behind the pillar, you hold your breath in silent, futile, hope of escape.
Graylin
The Summer 2010 Issue of Strange, Weird, and Wonderful Magazine is now available for download on their website. ( http://www.strangeweirdandwonderful.com)
Yes, it’s FREE!!
My Poem “Dark Encounter” is on page 56.
Happy Day!
Graylin
I’m thrilled to announce that UNCONDITIONAL LOVE was accepted for publication and is now available at Moon Washed Kisses.
That poem has taken on about 6 different lives in the past decade. Partly due to it being based on a real relationship. So as I grew older, hopefully wiser, and more forgiving, the tone and mood of the poem changed to reflect what I felt at the time. I hope you like it!
Graylin
Today my sentences are from the newest short story, Deadly Beauty.
The two of them ran through the forest, leaves and broken branches barely acknowledging their presence. They moved with ease over the terrain. Long, straight hair flowing over leather clothing. Holding hands the children reached their destination, the ship was about to launch and they wanted to be there. Their small Venus sized planet was under threat.Their sun had begun to expand and they needed to find a new home. Somewhere with lots of forests to shade their delicate skin from direct sunlight.
Graylin
One of the added benefits to reviewing books for the Geek Girls website is they trigger my own imagination. Last night while reading an anthology on aliens two of my WIP’s joined together with a third thread and we’re off – DEADLY BEAUTY!
The ship hovering over the horizon didn’t appear dangerous. Beautifully designed, it was like a flower and a spaceship had a child. It looked like it belonged over the mountains, like a painting hanging in the sky. Until it began sending sound waves into the San Andreas Fault and causing earthquakes. Deadly Beauty, that was what the press now called the ship.
She thought of Michael and, even with the world ending, she was not sure if she was going to drag him to bed or slap him. “Slap him.” The last said emphatically as she knew he was not home alone.
Graylin
RAGE is really starting to flow and take over all of the writing time I have. So that is what I keep posting. Today Jenny gets the flavor of werewolf love…
Her gasp of appreciation making him harder. She reached for him only to have him stop her by burying a hungry mouth at her core. His hands reached behind her, held her ass firmly, and secured her to his mouth. His tongue darted into her as he sucked on her. Her mind went blank except for the ecstasy coursing through her body. Her body pulsed with each lick, she had no conscious control of her movements, he was conducting her orchestra and she danced to the music.
Graylin
… keep me sane. Have you ever had a day that you knew was going to suck the instant you woke up. Alarm still quiet, cat chasing something, sleep still holding you quiet. And yet, the bitchy has started to tug at your spine?
Well, I usually get those every once in a while. This week, however, my daily gig boss just pushed enough buttons that the bitch doesn’t quite wear off before bed. And yet, each day I can log into my twitter feed and laugh. Really laugh. Thanks to some wonderful writers that I’m honored to know.
So this week instead of continuing the weekly #WriterWednesday and #FollowFriday posts I’m listing here the twitter ladies that keep me giggling, laughing, blushing, and feeling better all day.
If you wanna giggle, swoon, blush, and then laugh these are the women to follow (updates will follow):
The Six Sunday Blog is at http://sixsunday.blogspot.com – weekly sentences from our works in progress.
I know I’ve left some folks off here… This post will be re-edited regulary to add more amazing people (tweeple). I guess this is now a Blog Post in Progress (BPP).
Graylin
Posting this story here has helped me get a better grasp on this story. Last week we met King, werewolf pack leader headed to battle. This week we meet the one he is battling.
She had been in awe. So they killed her. Fury turned his blood to flame and his fist slammed into the wall. The pain of a bastard child ripped by the loss of a mother he hated. Pain clouded his judgment as Nate walked outside to face his father. “King!” he shouted.
I love writing this stuff!
Graylin
