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Second Campaigner Challenge - Nursery Nightmares

Surprise, surprise, I'm right up against the deadline for Rachael Harrie’s Second Campaigner Challenge.  Again.  Ahhh, procrastination - how I embrace you. Anyway, Rachael's made it extra tough this time with five different prompts and five different ways to use those prompts.

Prompt 1:

Two people are sitting together under the remains of a concrete bridge. Their backs are against a rusted bridge support. One person’s leg is cut. The other person has wet hair. 

Prompt 2:

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Prompt 3:

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Prompt 4:

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Prompt 5:

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Second Campaigner Challenge

Do one or more of the following:

  1. Write a pitch/logline for a book based on the prompts (less than 100 words)
  2. Write a short story/flash fiction piece of less than 200 words based on the prompts
  3. Write a poem with a twist using the prompts as inspiration (in less than 200 words)
  4. Write a story/poem in five sentences, each sentence based on one of the prompts
  5. Write a poem/flash fiction piece (in less than 200 words) about the water pear *without* using the words “pear”, “spoon”, or “droplet”.

For added difficulty/challenge:

  • Complete at least three of the above activities and tie them all together with a common theme (feel free to either state the theme in your post or leave us to guess what it might be)
  • Write in a genre that is not your own

I completed three of the activities, and I think my title gives away my unifying theme. All three take place in a dystopian world, which is not my usual genre,

Nursery Nightmares

First up is option one - write a book pitch, and I've incorporated items from all five prompts. According to Word, it's exactly 100 words.

In a world where London Bridge still stands, nothing is the same: Red Rover refuses to come over, the Spoon cheats on the Dish with a pear, Jack and Jill’s hill is actually a garbage dump, and instead of twinkling, the Little Star exploded.  But from amongst the chaos, a special girl emerges: songs dance through Mary’s head and narrate how things are supposed to be.  She’s always been quite contrary, so she sets out to put things right.  She’ll need all her courage (plus all the dynamite she can find) because whatever it takes – London Bridge is falling down.
 
 
Next up, I tackled option three - a poem with a twist, which I've based solely on prompt 1.
 
Jack Sprat and his hefty wife,
Were living a life full of strife.
 
They tried their best to keep food on their plate,
But who could guess the last time they’d ate.
 
The apocalypse had come
Without leaving a crumb;
 
So they spent all their days
Trying not to feel crazed, 
 
As they looked far and wide
For something that could be fried.
 
But after miles without finding even an egg,
Mrs. Sprat got a nasty slice on her leg.
 
Her husband did his best to carry her back,
But her solid frame was too much for Jack.
 
He set her down against a crumbling bridge,
While she rambled on about their old fridge.
 
He flopped beside her, his hair dripping with sweat,
“I love you,” he said, his voice full of regret.
 
“I love you too, so accept my last gift.”
And she stabbed herself in a motion quite swift.
 
Jack gasped, screamed, and then finally cried.
“You’ll have plenty to eat,” she said as she died.
 
But he wasted away, ‘cause it wasn’t as simple as that,
For as everyone knows Jack Sprat could eat no fat. 
 
 
And for my third and final piece, I went with option four - write a story with five sentences where each sentence is based on one of the prompts.
 
A star exploded sending radioactive particles to a planet called Earth.  The particles bombarded a mischievous child in red who usually spent all his time in a corner, and they morphed him into a monstrous creature who destroyed cities while shouting, “What a good boy am I,” as he demanded children be sent to him as playmates (and sometimes snacks).  One brave family searched for a magical wooden weapon with the power to liquefy solid objects, since that was the only way to defeat the rampaging beast.  The monster had destroyed the only bridge leading to the weapon, so the family swam across the river; and when the father sliced his leg on a submerged rock, the mom stayed to tend his wound while the two kids hurried toward their goal.  The weapon’s unlikely hiding place was a landfill long abandoned, and the brother and sister searched for hours until they found it; and then they pretended to be the creature's next tributes to gain access to him, aimed the weapon, and the monster dissolved into water that swept across the land, cleansing it of the rubble he'd created.
 
 
Whew, I think I got sillier as I went.  Some of the sentences in that last one are real doozies!  If you thought my entry was worthy, you can go here and 'like' it - it's entry #108.
 
So did you tackle Rachael's prompt-apalooza?  If so, let me know where to find your entry so I can read it.  And let me know what you thought of my efforts in the comments.

Tweet Tales Tuesday Week 8 + PARTY!

Today’s regularly scheduled Tweet Tales Tuesday is interrupted by an important announcement:

OppressionToday is the official launch day for Jessica Therrien’s debut novel Oppression (Children of the Gods #1). Whoo hoo!  And I’m honored to be one of the blogs helping to host the party to celebrate this exciting day!
 
I met Jessica during the Writers’ Platform-Building Campaign last fall.  Not only does she have a well-written, entertaining blog, but she is very generous in her support of her fellow bloggers.  It’s been fun getting to know Jessica while reading her posts about her publishing journey, and I’m so thrilled for her that her book’s big day is finally here.
 
Since it IS Tweet Tales Tuesday, I thought I’d honor Jessica’s novel with three bonus tweet tales.  
 
For the first bonus tweet tale, I’m going to describe Oppression in a tweet.  I haven’t had a chance to read it yet (I’ve ordered my copy and am just waiting for the burly UPS man to deliver it to me), so the tweet description is based on the Amazon description:
 
Elyse discovers even among those descended from gods, she is special: destined to free her people. But she’s never been one to follow rules.
 
For the second bonus tweet tale, I’m incorporating the word Oppression like any of my usual word-a-day words.
 
They tried to bind her to the earth, but she broke through their oppression and flew toward the stars with wings crafted from dreams.  
 
And because in Oppression the protagonist Elyse discovers that her destiny is deeply intertwined with the fate of the future, I am writing the third bonus tweet tale with the theme of fate/destiny.
 
Her tire blew, so she missed her flight. No, it didn’t crash. She married the guy she sat beside on new flight. Their son’s named Firestone.
 
Congrats again to Jessica on the launch of her debut novel!  Visit her website to find out more details about Oppression and all the places you can purchase your very own copy (plus she’s promised to post a video of her happy dance!).  Jessica’s site also has a list of the other blogs participating in Oppression’s virtual launch party, so give them a visit if you have a chance.
 
15 Minute Tweet TalesAnd now back to our regularly scheduled Tweet Tales Tuesday . . . Here are the 15 Minute Tweet Tales for the last week of February:
 
2/22 – She mostly exhibited a probity befitting a 1st grade teacher, but every Tues night she donned a red wig & danced at The Landing Strip.
 
2/23 – When he told his wife he wanted a divorce, she recited his faults chapter and verse; so he stayed since no one else would have him.
 
2/24 – When he met her at the bar he thought the metathesis in her speech was adorable. The next morning it made him want to punch her mouth.
 
2/25 – He glances up from the paper and sees her face as she stares at the house next door; he groks he’ll be hearing from her lawyer soon.
 
2/26 – As the captives defile past the king, he marks those likely to put on a good show. The lions haven’t had a decent challenge in ages.
 
2/27 – The trainer mocked sedentary people until he discovered World of Warcraft - then his muscles withered while his avatar flourished.
 
2/28 – She built a hypaethral room to honor nature with naked ceremonies. 23,000 YouTube subscribers honored her neighbor’s rooftop camera.
 
The word-a-day calendar offered up some doozies this week.  Chapter and verse?  It ate up so many precious characters.  Metathesis and hypaethral?  I mean, seriously . . . what the heck?!?  But I muddled through and even had some creative oomph left for the bonus tweet tales to celebrate Oppression.
 
Cut a rug at the virtual party for Oppression in the comments below or play along with Tweet Tales Tuesday and write some for the above words.  If you’re willing to share, post them on twitter with the hashtag #15tt or add them to the comments because I’d love to read them.
 

First Campaigner Challenge - A Killer Sound

I wasn’t sure I was going have time to write something for Rachael Harrie’s First Campaigner Challenge, but I had so much fun last time I really wanted to give it a whirl.  Here are the rules in Rach’s words:

The monster's orange eye

Write a short story/flash fiction story in 200 words or less, excluding the title. It can be in any format, including a poem. Begin the story with the words, “Shadows crept across the wall”. These five words will be included in the word count. 
If you want to give yourself an added challenge (optional), do one or more of these:
end the story with the words: "everything faded." (also included in the word count)
include the word "orange" in the story
write in the same genre you normally write
make your story 200 words exactly!
 
So pushing up against the deadline as usual, here’s my entry.
 
A Killer Sound 
 
Shadows crept across the wall, as Daisy cowered under the bed.
She strived not to make a sound, while squeals of terror rang ‘round her head.
 
Her younger brother crouched in the closet, the door not quite shut;
Far too late to push it closed without risking the monster’s cut.
 
The beast stalked into the room, his feet leaving smears of blood;
And as he peered around, she prayed he’d not hear her heart thud.
 
Just when he turned away to leave, they both heard a frightened squeak;
Her brother had betrayed his hideaway as his terror reached its peak.
 
The creature’s orange eyes grew round, full of predatory glee,
And though Daisy was devastated, she knew this was her chance to flee.
 
But her parents had taught her better than that: they were mice not lowly rats.
It was her duty to protect him, even from brutal tomcats.
 
So she scurried from her safe haven to capture the killer’s eye,
And donned a courageous face to prove she wasn’t scared to die.
 
As her brother scampered to freedom, she had no regrets for the life she’d traded.
Then the feline’s teeth sank deep, and Daisy smiled as everything faded.
 
 
When I started this one, I thought it would be in the same vein as my entry for the first challenge from the last campaign – sort of a companion piece from the POV of a new victim rather than the kitty villain.  So I decided to try my hand at writing a poem to push myself and also set it apart from the first one.  I planned to have a light-hearted, funny ending like the earlier one, but as I was writing, that’s not the direction it took.  Since I was determined to use the “everything faded” ending, it seemed like Daisy had to die, and if she was going to die, I wanted it to be a noble self-sacrifice.  I hope reading this wasn’t too much of a bummer for your day; and if you thought it was worthy, you can go here and vote for #204.
 
I started and ended the poem with the challenge words.  I used the word “orange.”  I usually write YA thriller/horror/suspense, so I think this qualifies.  And it’s exactly 200 words (although meeting that part of the challenge ended up bungling the meter in a few of the stanzas *sad face*).  
 
So are there shadows creeping across your blog wall?  If so, leave a link to let me know where to find your entry.  And if you have any feedback on my entry, please let me know.
 
Photo credit to darkwallz.com

Eleven Questions

Eleven answers:Eleven questionsRachel Morgan, a new blogger friend from the Fourth Writers’ Platform-Building Campaign, has tagged me in the 11 random questions game.  The rules are that I answer Rachel’s 11 questions, and then I tag 11 people and ask them my own 11 questions.  Rachel had some toughies, but it was fun figuring out my answers.  Here they are:

1. Describe yourself in one word.
Procrastinator (even with this - Rachel tagged me six days ago!) 
 
2. What was your favourite book as a child?
Hmm… depends on what age you mean when you say child.  As a small child, probably Green Eggs and Ham.  But the one book I read over and over as a tween/teen was Dean Koontz’s Watchers, showing I liked the dark and twisty stuff from an early age.  But it also had a super smart dog, so that was a big part of the appeal.
 
3. eBooks or paper books?
I love everything about the weight and smell and feel of paper books.  But having said that, I’m seriously thinking about breaking down and getting an ipad 3 when they come out to see what all the fuss is about.
 
4. If you could go back in time and change one thing in your life, what would it be?
Figure out I wanted to be a writer sooner in order to get an earlier start.
 
5. What song is currently stuck in your head?
Not just currently, but seemingly all the time – the Glee mash-up of Adele’s “Rumor Has It” and “Someone Like You.”  I love both songs, so smooshing them together in one song of awesomeness has put it on a permanent loop in my head. 
 
6. What fictional character do you most resemble?
Velma from Scooby-Doo.  I’m kind of a nerdy know-it-all, I love a good mystery, and I bribe my dog to do what I say with tasty snacks.
 
7. If you could have any super power, what would you choose?
The ability to teleport, so I could easily travel the world (and also pop into a room to eavesdrop).
 
8. What is your favourite quote?
“It takes less time to do a thing right, than it does to explain why you did it wrong.” Henry Wadsworth Longfellow  Why, yes, I’m a perfectionist – why do you ask?
 
9. Are you a full-time writer or do you have some other day job?
I’m a full time web surfer TV watcher reader writer. 
 
10. Which book would you pick up first: awesome cover or super cool title?
I’m a sucker for a good title (especially the punny ones), but I’m also attracted to bright, shiny objects.  But in the end, a great title with a bland cover will get me to commit more than a fancy cover with a blah title.
 
11. Cream or ice-cream?
Ice cream – Always. And almost every night.
 
Here are my 11 questions:
 
1. First draft: do you type it or write it by hand?
 
2. Which television show (current or sadly canceled) best depicts your life?
 
3. Which television show (current or sadly canceled) do you WISH depicted your life?
 
4. What types of pets do you currently share your house with and what are their names?
 
5. Because I will shamelessly take any opportunity to plug my first short film Saying Goodbye: If a cat predicted your death, how would it change your life?
 
6. Because I will shamelessly take any opportunity to plug my second short film High Heels and Hoodoo: Do you believe it’s possible to communicate with spirits?
 
7. What book are you currently reading and why did you decide to read it?
 
8. What was the last movie you saw in a theater?  Worth it or did you wish for a refund?
 
9. Which actress/actor would be perfect to play you in the movie about your life?
 
10. When it comes to the craft of writing, what is your biggest weakness?
 
11. Writer’s block has set in with a vengeance – what food do you reach for first?
 
So the big question… who am I going to tag?  Well, as I’ve been making my rounds through my ginormous YA Campaign group, it seems like pretty much everyone has already been tagged.  And since I like to break the rules when it comes to these things, I’m going to tag… YOU!  That’s right, you there reading this post.  But that’s only if you want to play along.  If you’re weary of the random questions, then please ignore my cheeky tag.  But if you haven’t been tagged yet and wanted to answer some questions, then consider yourself tagged.  Or if you’ve been tagged before, but just can’t get enough of these random questions, then you’ve been tagged again.  And you can either answer these on your own blog or just leave a comment with your answers if you prefer.  I can't wait to read your responses!
 
Are you enjoying reading/answering these 11 questions?  Any questions you wished someone would have asked but hasn’t?  If you answer my questions on your blog, please leave a link in the comments because I’d love to read the answers.

A New (mini) Campaign

Fourth Writers' Platform CampaignThe internet can be a vast and scary place, yet ironically it has become a great place for a shy and introverted gal like yours truly to meet new people.  Last fall I participated in Rachael Harrie’s Third Writers' Platform-Building Campaign and met a bunch of fun people.  And as is the goal of this social networking thingamajig, one of those fun people (K.T. Hanna) has helped me meet even more fun people.  

In January, K.T. started #writemotivation to bring writers together to cheer each other on to meet the goals we set for ourselves.  Although I didn’t meet one of my big goals, with the encouragement of these new enthusiastic friends, I met a lot of my other goals.  And as a late #writemotivation check-in, I DID finish my story for the Highlights Fiction Contest and zipped it over to the post office with just a few hours to spare until the final pick-up of the day.  Whoo hoo!  

I want to thank K.T. again for being the captain of the #writemotivation cheerleading squad.  I think she must be made entirely of positive energy.  Not only does she make truly impressive progress on her own projects, she is always there with an encouraging word for the rest of us.  And to bring things full circle, I just found out she’s helping Rachael with the Fourth Writers’ Platform-Building Campaign, which starts today.

The fourth campaign is going to be a mini-campaign running from February 6th to March 17th.  I’ve signed up again, although this time I’m not signing up for as many groups.  I was so excited last time, I signed up for three groups, and it became overwhelming trying to keep up with everyone, so I’m trying to keep things more realistic this time.  

Here’s how Rachael describes the campaign:

“Basically, the Campaign is a way to link those of us in the writing community together with the aim of helping to build our online platforms. The Campaigners are all bloggers in a similar position, who genuinely want to pay it forward, make connections and friends within the writing community, and help build each others' online platforms while at the same time building theirs.”
 
I’m looking forward to meeting more new people, and if you’re interested, you can sign up here.
 
For those of you stopping by my blog for the first time because of the Campaign, here’s a quick introduction: I write novels, short stories, and screenplays; and in the last two years I’ve started dabbling in making short films.  I’ve had a few short stories published, but my first love is writing YA novels in the genres of thriller, suspense, and horror.  In the non-writing part of my life, I watch an alarming amount of television and also give my Netflix subscription a robust workout.  I’m also an animal lover with a menagerie of pets; and, yes, I’m one of those people who puts party hats on their dogs and makes them “cakes” for their birthdays.
 
Are you excited about the mini-campaign?  What are you hoping to get out of it? Did you participate in previous Campaigns?  

Happy Halloween!

I’m guessing since I mostly write thriller/suspense/horror, it’s no surprise my favorite holiday is Halloween.  I love dressing up in costumes – my ‘usual’ is a fairy gothmother.  Unfortunately, with all the craziness of filming the movie this month, I didn’t have much time or energy to get into the Halloween spirit this year.  Although I think filming a hoodoo ghost story . . . in a cemetery . . . at night . . . the week before Halloween . . . has to earn me some bonus ‘spirit’ points, even if I didn’t actually have a chance to dress up this year, right?  But to maintain the spooky spirit, I’ve included a picture of me and my reluctant witch-y sidekick from last year.

October 31st also means it’s the last day of Rachael Harrie’s Writer’s Platform-Building Campaign.  What an amazing event Rach has put together!!  I'm new to blogging, but because of her campaign, I’ve met so many wonderful people and discovered so many fantastic blogs.  Heaps of extra special thanks to Rach for coming up with such a great idea and having the energy and enthusiasm to keep it going.  I’m sad to see it come to a close, and I'm bummed I wasn’t able to fully participate during October, but I’m eagerly anticipating the next one.

One of the awesome people I’ve met during the Campaign is Jessica Therrien.  A few weeks ago she passed several blog awards to me: the Liebster, the One to Follow, and the One Lovely Blog.  I’ve been such a slacker, I never publically thanked her, so here I am doing it embarrassingly late - thank you, Jessica!  She’s a generous blogger, a great writer, and her YA paranormal OPPRESSION is coming out in February - I can’t wait to read it!

I hope everyone has had a productive October, and that you have a magical Halloween!

What is your costume for this year’s Halloween?  How are you coping with the end of the Writer’s Campaign?  Are you like me in using candy to fill the void?

Third Campaigner Challenge - Party Girl

With all the preparations for making the new movie, this past month has flown by in a blur.  I almost missed the deadline for the Third Campaigner Challenge – Show Not Tell, but I wanted to make sure I participated in all three challenges, so I’ve thrown something together to squeeze in right before the deadline.  Here are the rules:

Write a blog post in 300 words or less, excluding the title. The post can be in any format, whether flash fiction, non-fiction, humorous blog musings, poem, etc. The blog post should show:
     • that it’s morning,
     • that a man or a woman (or both) is at the beach
     • that the MC (main character) is bored
     • that something stinks behind where he/she is sitting
     • that something surprising happens.
Just for fun, see if you can involve all five senses AND include these random words: "synbatec," "wastopaneer," and "tacise."   (NB. these words are completely made up and are not intended to have any meaning other than the one you give them).

I showed all the elements, involved all five senses, and included the three made-up words.  And even though it wasn't a requirement for this challenge, my story clocks in at exactly 300 words.  My entry is number 128, so if you like it, please go here and vote for it.  Thank you!

Party Girl

Deena sighed and took another swig from her silver flask.  She almost gagged as the bitter coffee invaded her mouth, but she needed the jolt to stay awake - the constant shushing of the synbatec waves had Girl at beachnumbed her brain.  The flask failed to keep the coffee warm, but was part of her cover, along with the short, clingy dress and forced drunken giggles.

Two days ago, a fourth party girl had been discovered under the pier, stabbed and mutilated.  Deena and her partner Bill were the best in the department, so the police chief had ordered them to stakeout the scene using her as bait.  But the sky had transitioned from black to purple to pink with no appearance from the killer.

The wind shifted, and her nose twitched as Bill’s body odor drifted from where he hid behind the dunes.  She called out, “He’s not going to show.  Go on home to be with your family.”

“It’s not safe to leave you here.”

Deena bit back a tacise retort.  “He only strikes at night, and besides, I’m armed.”

There was only a slight hesitation before Bill’s wastopaneer voice rumbled, “Fine, I’ll see you tonight for round two.”

A few minutes later, Deena sensed someone approaching from her left.  A silky voice enveloped her.  “Hello, beautiful.”

She rewarded him with a wide smile.

He wrapped a warm hand around her arm and pulled her to her feet.

She reached into her purse and curled her fingers around the handle of her weapon.

He leaned down to whisper in her ear, his hot breath making her shiver.  “I’ve got a silly blonde ready and waiting.”

She kissed him.  “Thanks, Tony.  Now we can finally get this party started.”  She yanked the knife from her purse and strode towards the pier.

So did you participate in the beach party?  Let me know where to find your story so we can all wastopaneer together!

Photo credit to Jason Nelson

The Imago’s KISS

The ThesaurusInspiration strikes me from out of the cerulean celestial sphere, but my burgeoning story is a miasma of thoughts and notions carousing through my cranium.  So I whittle at the extraneous ideas until only the essential essence of my epic remains.  Then I meticulously select pulchritudinous words that paint resplendent pictures, endeavoring to create that sublime moment of synchronicity in which the movie playing in my imagination is perfectly projected onto the gray matter of my readers.

I present my paradisiacal prose to my betas, salivating in anticipation of their enraptured reactions.  They will guffaw, they will caterwaul, their lives will be altered forevermore.  Imagine my stupefaction and mortification when their only reaction is to oscitate and dismiss it as tedious. 

Tears cascade down my visage.  I glower into the mirror, shrieking, “Why, muse, why?”  But I gird my loins, determined to decipher the modus operandi for bridging the lacuna between the exquisite narration in my noggin and the lassitude produced by my opus.  Then the panacea wallops me like a multitude of cinder blocks, and I’m electrified by my sagacity.  To help my readers luxuriate in the splendorous wonder of my story, the solution is simple: use smaller words.

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If you made it through all of that, then congratulations on your stick-to-it-ive-ness!  For any of my blog readers who are not part of the Campaign and are therefore wondering why my thesaurus puked all over this post, this is my entry for the Second Campaigner Challenge

Write a blog post in 200 words or less, excluding the title. It can be in any format, whether flash fiction, non-fiction, humorous blog musings, poem, etc. The blog post should:
• include the word "imago" in the title
• include the following 4 random words: "miasma," "lacuna," "oscitate," "synchronicity,"
If you want to give yourself an added challenge (optional and included in the word count), make reference to a mirror in your post.
For those who want an even greater challenge (optional), make your post 200 words EXACTLY!

I used all the required words, fit in the mirror reference, and it’s exactly 200 words.  Whew!  If you liked it, you can go here and vote for entry 159.

Since I struggle with the Keep It Simple, Stupid concept in my writing (aren’t the big words always better?!?), I thought this was a fun way to approach the challenge.  And I even learned some new five dollar words to add to my repertoire.  Uh oh, future readers, beware!

Did you participate in the Second Campaigner Challenge?  If so, did you go serious or silly?  What's your reaction to my grandiloquent post?

Photo credit to Brett Jordan

First Campaigner Challenge

For my few readers who don’t already know this, as part of the Writers’ Platform Building Campaign, Rach is giving us challenges to flex our writing muscles and promote interaction.  The challenge for this week is:

Write a short story/flash fiction story in 200 words or less, excluding the title. It can be in any format, including a poem. Begin the story with the words, “The door swung open” These four words will be included in the word count.

If you want to give yourself an added challenge (optional), use the same beginning words and end with the words: "the door swung shut." (also included in the word count)

For those who want an even greater challenge, make your story 200 words EXACTLY!

This story is the idea that popped into my head almost immediately.  After reading some of the other stories and seeing how many people had gone dark and creepy with this challenge (something about swinging doors is automatically sinister), I took a stab at a silly comedy with potty humor, but it didn’t work, so I came back to this one.  My entry is #197, and it’s exactly 200 words. 

Sweet Revenge

The door swung open, and he crept inside, careful not to make a sound.  She sat at the table with her back to him, absently twirling a lock of red hair as she balanced her checkbook. The door swung open . . .

He took a step closer.  First she had ignored him.  Another step.  Then she had screamed at him to go away.  Two more silent steps closer to his target.  He’d show her no one treated him that way.

He unsheathed his weapon, its sharp tip anxious to taste her blood. 

She cursed and slammed her pen to the table.  He sank into a crouch, eyes boring into her, willing her not to turn around.  Revenge would be so much sweeter if she didn’t see it coming until he ripped open her flesh. 

With a deep sigh, she picked up her pen.  He inched toward her until he was in range.  Time for her punishment.  He pounced. 

She screamed as the point pierced her skin. 

A small droplet of blood trickled down her ankle.  She picked him up and hissed in his face.  “I told you to stay outside if you can’t behave.”

She shoved him through the kitty door, and the door swung shut.

I can’t wait to read the other stories – if you’ve written one, leave a link to it in the comments.

Photo cedit to Mattox

Joining the Campaign

I just started this blog a few months ago, and I wouldn’t be surprised to find out my mom is the Writers' Platform-Building Campaignonly person reading my posts.  Wait, scratch that.  I would totally be surprised to discover that because I’m not sure my mom even knows what a ‘blog’ is, and she definitely wouldn’t know how to find mine. 

I’ve always been a shy, introverted, scaredy cat. At most social gatherings, you’ll find me diligently doing my part to hold up the nearest wall.  It’s a little easier on the web, but it’s still daunting to reach out to strangers.  So how lucky for me that right as I’m dipping my toes into the blogging waters, Rachael Harrie is running her Third Writers' Platform-Building Campaign.  As Rachael says:

"My Writers' Platform-Building Campaigns are a way to link writers, aspiring authors, beginner bloggers, industry people, and published authors together with the aim of helping to build our online platforms.

The Campaigners are all people in a similar position, who genuinely want to pay it forward, make connections and friends within the writing community, and help build each others' online platforms while at the same time building theirs."

This is such a fantastic idea, since it gives us more bashful folks a little push to interact with our fellow bloggers.  I’m excited to meet and interact with so many like-minded writers.

For fellow Campaigners stopping by my blog for the first time: I write novels, short stories, and screenplays; and in the last two years I’ve started dabbling in making short films.  I’ve had a few short stories published, but my first love is writing YA novels in the genres of thriller, suspense, and horror.  In the non-writing part of my life, I watch an alarming amount of television and also give my Netflix subscription a robust workout.  I’m also an animal lover with a menagerie of pets; and, yes, I’m one of those people who puts party hats on their dogs and makes them “cakes” for their birthdays. 

So are you an internet wallflower or the virtual life of the party?  Are you excited for the Campaign?  Did you participate in one of the previous Campaigns?