Sarah Lane wakes up in confusion and learns she has been missing for a month. As she navigates the aftermath of her disappearance, she discovers the impact it has had on her work and relationships.
[Following the murder in the zoo, Torely Stone faces new questions and an attempt on his life. He comes close to chasing down the murderer, but must settle of finding an important clue. Oh, and, someone threatens to kill him for good in Part 2 of The Spill of Sangria Blood.] Eli and I moved as fast as he could shuffle to the lion’s enclosure. The zoo was quiet except for the loud crash, the…
We all want to reach readers, influence others, and become known for impactful writing. We write our stories and blog posts with these goals in mind. Writers often write to roll off words for ourselves. But, the things we want people to read come from our heart and our intended to touch the reader.
A small hand tugged on his sleeve. He opened his eyes to see a girl holding a cheese and bologna sandwich. He smelled it. She pushed the sandwich his way.
To say things went awry would be kind. They sat in silence. The driver tried a furtive attempt at moving the car. Not going to happen.
Incessant.Yip, Yap, Yip, Yip, Yap, Yip.Such a loud bark for such a little dog. The town crier finished his speech and dove under flipping up dirt with his tail. He popped back again for another retort. Yip, Yip, Yip. I had been warned. The small hill of prairie dogs spread out over two acres in the middle of town walled off from the children climbing on the stonewall. The dogs didn’t like visitors. Especially, ones…
Luminescence in the crystals made them shine when his brother extinguished the light. An eerie light show flooded the cave.
She was aware of its presence. It’s eye never wavered. She felt it’s breath. It’s foul stench wafted to her nose. She rushed to the edge and hid under a leaf. Trembling, she waited for it to plunge and dared not exhale.
I suffered a stroke on July 15, 2015. One eye was bigger than the other and I was paralyzed in an altering pattern; my left face was numb, my right arm was numb, and my left leg was numb. Not the usual pattern for a stroke. Yay, me. Always having to be different.
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