“Can we really find shelter amongst strangers with eyes so hungry and hands that promise pain?” She hadn’t been warm in months. Hayley knew leaving her aunt’s was the smartest thing to do, but hadn’t anticipated how difficult caring for herself would be. That first night she’d shacked up with a girl from school, but …
Chapter 2 The hours blended together, minutes bleeding into each other in the darkness. How long would he leave her strapped to that cold metal table? A true test of her will. She wondered at one point when Katie would realize she was gone. They spoke on her walk home, but her friend won’t start …
When he stopped, she lay there in agony. Her breasts throbbed, the skin-tight and pulsing. She closed her eyes and sobbed, begging behind her gag for him to let her go. A hand cupped her breast, tweaking the bruised nipple so hard she groaned. The hand slid down her body to her spread thighs undaunted …
It was the sharp smell of alcohol that pulled her from oblivion. Her head felt like an overfilled balloon, tight and floaty. She hadn’t felt this shitty in a long time. Opening her eyes, she closed them again with a groan as the harsh light stung her eyes and nausea assaulted her. It took a …
“Tell me you’re not walking through the neighborhood alone again?” Katie’s voice filtered through the static of the phone. She was a thousand miles away, but it was comforting to hear from her friend. “You’re my backup, that’s why I call you. If someone kidnaps me, you’ll call 911 from clear across the country.” Haley …
It’s a bit long, but I’m looking for help. Here are two unedited versions of beginnings for Hunter’s Gazelle. I’m asking for your opinion on each. Comments are closed so I’ll put a contact form for you to privately send your opinion. I’d appreciate the constructive critique. – 1) Sweat trickled down her face as …
I’m working on Hunter’s Gazelle. If you don’t remember that story, don’t worry. It’s one of two I promised myself I’d either edit or finish on my 30 before 30 list so I haven’t talked about it in a while. My thoughts are on beginnings. What makes a good beginning for a story? The first …
I went a month before my nightmares started up again. thirty days of undisturbed sleep where I talked myself into believing the change of scenery had “cured” me. That’s what I wanted to believe at least, that the fresh air had somehow pushed back the darkness and bad dreams that had filled life for the …
For the record, I do like writing. It’s the editing and the constant revising I hate. Either it results in a better story, or in me pulling my hair out from the roots… So, I wanted to talk a little about the short story I wrote titled Please. I sent it out to betas and …