.............................Free Reads
Mirror by Erin Zarro
Fulfilling a dream leads to a nightmare.
Introducing Captain's Boy by KD Sarge
The first chapter of Captain's Boy.
.............For You...............
Still Waters Run Deep Part 2 by Siri Paulson
Payut meets a stranger and an old teacher. Part two of five.
The Dangers of Creation; or, A Machine to Rival Man by Siri Paulson
From Us............................
Still Waters Run Deep Part 3 by Siri Paulson
Reluctant and frightened, Payut goes downriver while everyone else flees. Part three of five.
Sneak Peek for Shards by Kit Campbell
Eva's life is getting odd.
Revision is Fun (Or, How to Break Your Brain)
So, as most of you know, I've been revising Grave Touched since Feb.1st, and I just hit the halfway mark last night after a marathon session of cutting, condensing, and my personal favorite, second guessing.
Yep, that's right. I got great feedback. I also discussed a few things over email with KD and Siri, and I feel better than I did but...the doubts always creep in.
Band of Turquoise
Band of Turquoise
a free short story by Kit Campbell
Alice pulled her sweater closer as she moved into the graveyard. Stray, dead leaves swirled at her feet, and a band of turquoise lay heavily on her wrist. She resisted the urge to play with it, in case that broke the limited protection it gave her. She did not know how much time she had before Amy would realize she had gone, before the turquoise would no longer hide Alice’s whereabouts.
Fear caused her to move faster than she would otherwise. Her goal was the center of the graveyard, a statue of Death standing over his prey. Rumor said the statue had been there since the very beginning of the cemetery, if not before.
In the twilight, the graveyard was empty of other people--living ones, at least. Gravestones rose out of the darkness only to be wrapped back in once Alice had passed. The statue was unmistakable when she found it. She only hoped the rumors were true. She would not get a chance to try again.
2015 – The Year of Balance and Finishing Things
The library in my elementary school was half the size of a classroom, but as full of books as they could make it. Still I’d read nearly every book in it before I escaped to middle school and more books.
In middle school and high school, I read a book a day most days. I read through the middle school library in just over a year, and the kind librarians let me into the high school section early so I wouldn’t starve for books. On a rare trip to the county library I looked like a contestant in one of those “all you can stuff in the cart in ten minutes” contest winners. When I got home I always needed help with my stack of treasure—especially since I was generally eyebrows deep in the first book while I tried to carry the rest.
In those years, pretty much if I wasn’t reading, I was writing. I had an old electric typewriter on a table in my room, and a bunch of notebooks for when I needed to hide somewhere else (and a 35-acre farm full of places to do the hiding!) and I loved to write the stories that I couldn’t find to read. (Stories I can now identify as self-insert Hardy Boys fanfic? Yeaaahhhh…there might be a reason that stuff wasn’t in the library.)