Announcing His Revenge by John W. Howell – now available in paper and ebook on Amazon. The sequel to My GRL titled His Revenge is available and a new story continues where My GRL left off. His Revenge is available in the US in Paper and Kindle editions In Canada in Paper and Kindle editions In theContinue reading “On Tour: His Revenge by John W. Howell”
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Three Ghosts: Part One
While the Christmas decorations were put away this weekend (sniff), one small tidbit of Christmas remains: a short story serial I started, with the help of a text message, a good month before Christmas. Theater productions and plague stood between me and sharing it with the world, which in retrospect, was a good thing. ThatContinue reading “Three Ghosts: Part One”
Heresy of Before: Spirit Keeper, Part 3
D: Are we there, yet? A: What? D: Are we there, yet? A: Where is there? D: You know where, A. A: Um. . . Why do I have the feeling this could quickly devolve into a Who’s on First debacle? D: Who’s on First? A: Yes. D: . . . . Are we there yet? A:Fair play.Continue reading “Heresy of Before: Spirit Keeper, Part 3”
What’s in the box?
A: I think, when I grow up, I want to be Therese McMurphy. D: When you grow up? It’s a little late for that now, isn’t it, A? A: I’m always in the process, D. I mean, when I’m old – I hope I have enough stories. D: You talk to a time-travelling Pict inContinue reading “What’s in the box?”
Saved by the box
A: You’ve been saved, D. D: Pray tell, how. A: Well, I was just going to reblog my post from the Community Storyboard, from Day 10 of the Creative Writing Challenge. D: You mean that bit of writing I see at the bottom, here? A: Uh huh. D: And how have you saved me, really?Continue reading “Saved by the box”
Bring out your dead
“. . . Good evening to you,” Maureen began, her voice ringing out in the stone church, cool and authoritative. Grania had taught her well. “I trust you are well. Was that you in the graveyard?” It took a few seconds for the newcomer – his dim outline all that they could see of himContinue reading “Bring out your dead”
“. . . What do you think, Dubhal, will he live?” “His head will hurt for a good while” a man replied from the shadows behind Sean, his voice a gruff rumble. “Here, chew on this.” He reached around and shoved something into Sean’s open palm. Hearing the voice, Sean realized the man – DubhalContinue reading “The lurker”
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