I had seen her a few times. What she was doing in this hole wasn’t my business. But she didn’t fit in. Nice clothes; her face, an un-inked ivory oval framed by dark hair, caught the dim lights in the bar. Eye’s that if the light was better would have probably been a bright blue. And curves; the kind to make a train jump the tracks. Distracting, follow her every move just to see things shift under her clothes, kind of curves.
The things that come to my mind–triggered–when doing research (historical fiction project).
“The unconscious sends all sorts of odd beings, terrors, and deluding images into the mind whether in a dream, daylight, or insanity. For the human kingdom, beneath the floor of the neat little dwelling we call our consciousness, goes deep into dark unsuspected caves.” Alex looked out the window as he spoke. The light through smeared […]
Filled with the detail only an experienced naval Surface Warfare Officer and ship commander can provide, DAUNTLESS takes the reader inside a warship at sea. COMING EARLY 2018 A Naval Warfare Thriller Red sky at night, sailors’ delight. Red sky at morning, sailors’ warning. -About the Book- On August 2, 1990, the Persian Gulf […]
Halloween a few years ago, I came across a picture of an abandoned house and it turned into a flashfiction piece I called ‘The House in the Woods.’ Readers liked it so much, wanted more and I decided to expand the story. About that time I also came across another picture and the two together […]
Some of you may remember radio shows and serials. You listened to the show or story but had to conjure the images, giving them texture and color. [I believe the mind’s eye provides the best imagery and special effects.] I was born in 1959 and at that point TV had begun overtaking radio as the […]
I’m a writer and ghostwriter and some of my work requires research that includes going through old pictures. One such project was with a client who was the last of her bloodline. She was 91 and told me, “These are for you. Maybe something in there,” she pointed a gnarled, crooked finger at the stacks, […]
The hand came from the page…
Strange things had been going on since Timmy came home from the hospital after his accident.
“Twas vanity that created the first werewolf…”