“The Day Before”: The IDIC Romance for #WeWriWa #8Sunday

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors’ Eight Sentence Sunday!

It’s the weekly hop for everyone who loves to write! Sign up below with your name, blog and email and share an 8 to 10 sentence snippet of your writing on Sunday. Your post needs to be live between 12:00 noon on Saturday 07/4/15 and 9:00 AM on Sunday 07/5/15. Visit other participants on the list and read, critique, and comment on their #8sunday posts.

For me, it’s a second chance to share a small snippet of my current writing. Most weeks, I tie them back to my WIPpet Wednesday post, so reading both, although not necessary can give a deeper peek…

This ten-sentence snippet follows immediately after last week’s WIPpet, Except in the Line of Duty.

The Day Before

On the day before reality shattered, Captain Jonathan Archer approached the Situation Room to see Trip pulling up a chair, and saying, with great determination, “You’ve got a choice. You can sit down by yourself, or I can pick you up and help you sit down – right on your damned Vulcan dignity, if that’s what it takes.”

T’Pol was standing, or, more accurately, leaning, against the situation table, holding onto it with both hands. Maybe it was the light, or Trip’s words, but she looked almost desperately fragile, and Jon thought about ordering her to go to Sickbay. “Commander Tucker -”

“Don’t you dare ‘Commander Tucker’ me, T’Pol. You’re a wreck, Commander- you haven’t eaten in ten days; you haven’t slept more than a few hours altogether in longer than that, and you’re not even trying to meditate anymore -”

Jon held back, to see what would happen, and to tell himself that it didn’t bother him that Trip seemed to know so much about T’Pol’s personal life.

“I’m fine, Trip,” T’Pol said, but her voice was faint, and she didn’t dress him down for talking openly about what she was sure to consider ‘classified’ and ‘private’. That alarmed Jon, but he strode with mock cheeriness into the midst of the standoff.

“Good morning, Commanders.”

What’s wrong with T’Pol?

Will she sit, or will Trip press the issue?
Will the Captain defuse the tension, or make things worse?

Why is he ‘not bothered’ by Trip and T’Pol’s connection?

And, maybe most importantly, what happens tomorrow to shatter reality?

This excerpt comes from the discarded stories file of The IDIC Romance, my Star Trek: Enterprise fan fiction series, which chronicles the canon inter-species relationship between Chief Engineer Commander Charles “Trip” Tucker III and Commander T’Pol, the Vulcan scientist who is First Officer. The timeframe is somewhere in the six-year gap between the events of S4E21: “Terra Prime” and S4E22: “These Are the Voyages” After playing with this excerpt, I’ve decided to pull it out of the discards, and eventually build the bridge between this story, and Not Jealousy, written for Story A Day May 2015, I have an arc building, so there may be much more in the future…


Trip, T’Pol, Captain Archer, and Star Trek: Enterprise are not mine. I write these stories because the characters insist, and  I accept no monetary compensation for sharing them, now or in the future.

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Except in the Line of Duty: A Mystery for WIPpet Wednesday

Welcome to WIPpet Wednesday, a weekly blog hop which encourages writers to move WIPs (works-in-progress) to publication by posting excerpts related to the date.

It’s hosted by the lovely K.L. Schwengel, maven of bad boys, stock dogs, and flying monkeys! She’s our fearless shepherd…or something like that, anyway.

Do you have a day, week, or month that’s emotionally chaotic?

I do. And this month is it.

I’m not ready, this early in the month, to go into all the reasons why – the highs and lows that make July the month I try to surf through, knowing I’m likely to wipe out here and there, and hoping it’s not too lengthy or ugly when it happens…

There’s nothing I can do about the lows, and I wouldn’t trade the highs (or, really, the lows either, because what I’d need to give up to have avoided them hurt too much to lose… or something like that).

Anyway, maybe it’s not a surprise that I begin this month – discombobulated and sideways. I’m still finishing my June project; I’ve got something about half plotted that I’m not sure where to fit in my production schedule, and the novel I’m slated to do is still being framed up, using a new method I’m learning as I go…

Life isn’t always tidy and organized…

Anyway, on to the WIPpet!

I’d been planning to return to my Trueborn series – it’s been quite a while since I’ve shared from that. But I haven’t exactly finished plotting it yet, in part because Life, and in part because I’m using the Snowflake Method for the first time. And first times – well, for me at least, they just take longer. Especially in July, apparently.

I’ll have something to share from it by next week. This week, though, I’m doing something a little different…

WIPpet Math:

  • Today is July 1, 2015.
  • I therefore offer one sentence of undisclosed ancestry, because I’ve decided to go with the tricky July vibe.

Except in the Line of Duty

Neither one of them spoke much at all, anymore, except in the line of duty.

Who isn’t speaking much anymore, and why?

Whose voice are we hearing?

What the bleep’s going on here?

When will we learn more?

I’m willing to answer the last question first. I’ll be posting the next few lines from this scene for #8sunday, if you’d like to learn like more. And that’s all I’m saying, for now – in keeping with the preference of the subjects of today’s sentence.

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How Did I Do? Round Two Final Assessment

As I began my Expansion Round, I wrote this:

I want to embrace my goals, and nurture them while they nurture me, in a symbiotic relationship. I want there to be more joy, and less stress.

So, I’ve winnowed and shifted my goals, and I’m ready to adapt, if I feel an unnatural pressure forming. This is my Expansion Round, and I’m looking not for rampant swelling, but a more natural growth. Like a plant or a baby, where growth is the order of the day.

With that in mind…off we go, to sow some seeds!

Now it’s the end of the round, and time to evaluate. I feel like I kept true to the spirit of the intention. I made solid forward progress, but in a way that never felt breakneck or white-knuckled. I didn’t achieve everything on the list, and that’s OK. Another round starts a week from tomorrow, with 80 days more to indulge in my passions…

So, here’s the rundown!

Color-coding key:

  • Goal attained (for the session, or the round) = blue with overstrike.

  • Goal in progress (for the session or the round) = green.

  • Goal-in-waiting (for the round) = red.


Write1Sub1: Draft one story, and submit one, each month, on average. Complete revision and submit “Slow Jazz Awakening” by the end of the round; complete “Peach Liqueur Love” edits through Deep Revision Step 3. CampNaNo Kifo Island Chronicles  novel projects for April and June; 31 new TnT stories for May.

  • Created basic pre-editing plan for “Slow Jazz”. Highlights/comments for Round 3 edits complete; detailed pre-editing notes for 12/16 scenes. Still behind with submitting; made progress with “Jazz” while focused on drafting. Reread “Peach Liqueur” during “Jazz” resting phases.
  • Far ahead on the writing component of this goal, with 31 new stories for May, and a second KIC novel in progress and targeted to finish in June.

Kifo Island Chronicles: Draft 3 novellas, using Cathy Yardley’s  Rock Your Plot. 

  • Transitions (KIC #1): Complete at 58,730 words.

  • Generations (KIC #2): Drafting; Scene 17/24 nearly completion; 47,134/~60,000 words.

  • Sea Changes (KIC#3): Plotting about midway through.

Star Trek Chronology Project:  Rewatch Star Trek: Enterprise.

The IDIC Romance:  Draft 31 new stories for Story a Day May; post stories or excerpts from each, daily.

  • Stories and posts completed; posting one per day,  plus several snippets, “why am I doing this?”, wrap-up, and link page. 

Blogging from A-Z travel posts: Complete all, on time.

  • 26/26!
  • Reflections post.

Trueborn Warp/Weft Series: Select July project and plot, using The Snowflake Method (read this book).

  • Book read; project selected: Foul Deeds Will Rise, a Trueborn Weft Series fantasy novel that will chronicle the coming-of-age stories of Tribed Trueborn twins Niaan and Vaara.
  • Snowflake Step 3: Character Development, 2/4 characters complete.



The IDIC Romance:  Complete revision and submit “Slow Jazz Awakening”.

  • Preparing for Revision Pass #3; scene 12/16 notes complete.

Write1Sub1: Revise “Peach Liqueur Love”, using Sarah Selecky’s Deep Revision process; choose final short story to revise in 2015.

  • Revision Process in early progress.

Social Media:

Blog Maintenance: Keep regular posting schedule, comments, and visits.

  • Posts on track, even in busy times…Coffee and Conversation took an April hiatus, and moved to Fridays. Visits and comments fluctuated, but better.

Blogging Action Plan: Revise plan; overhaul Lovely Chaos sidebar.

  • Several changes to sidebar; more planned.

Share posts – mine, and others': Share generously as inspired!

  • Sporadic, especially during my drafting marathon.

Explore social media as it fits with life and writing.

  • Not the easiest fit, with writing intensity..satisfied, overall.


Continue with near-daily decluttering/beautification projects; begin shifting some energy and focus to the yard.

  • Progress in all bedrooms; family; living room; and front porch; raking and decluttering yard; planting, weeding, and mowing. This one’s a HUGE win!

Homeschool Administration: Complete third quarter homeschool reports for both kids, due June 15. Letters of intent filed. Annalise’s standardized test ordered, administered, and returned by July 1.

  • Reports and letters submitted; testing phase completed, and pulling-together phase has commenced. Expect to have this ready and in the mail by Tuesday the 30th, at the latest.

Photo digitalization: Scan Arizona travel photos; save in organized files with backup.

  • Some Arizona; some others, as needed for posts.

ROW80: Submit sponsor post; keep visits up-to-date.

  • I consistently did very well with this.


Kindle ebooks by authors I know: Read 1, and write reviews for 3.

  • This was a bust; too much drafting. Next up:Plan to make this a secondary focus for August and September, which are revision months for me.

NNWM local group: Continue attending write-ins whenever possible; interact regularly online.

  • I love my group – this was easy! =D

Meditation: Experiment with guided/unguided meditation twice a week.

  • Becoming more natural and varied; making the goal every week. Big win!

Starfleet: Fill out application and attend at least one USS Albany group meeting.

  • Not yet. Seems I have something happening near the end of each month, and time slips away…

My beloveds: One on one time with each, at least four times per month, doing something of value to us both.

  • Exceeding – Usually, a few times a week for each. I rocked this one; family harmony and connection multiplying exponentially! <3

Fitness and Nutrition:

Workouts: at the Y or a strenuous activity at least twice weekly.

  • Mostly; not perfect.

Practice: Resume t’ai chi or yoga classes by end of round.

  • T’ai chi has become a regular part of my schedule. Postponing yoga at least for now.

Intuitive Eating: Read and begin considering.

  • Nothing new read. Pondering.

These goals are a part of Kait Nolan’s

ROW80 Writing Challenge

the writing challenge that knows  you have a life!

It Wasn’t the Knife: Generations (KIC#2) for #WeWriWa #8Sunday

The Quill is mightier than the Sword (at least on the weekend.

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors’ Eight Sentence Sunday! 

It’s the weekly hop for everyone who loves to write! Sign up below with your name, blog and email and share an 8 to 10 sentence snippet of your writing on Sunday. Your post needs to be live between 12:00 noon on Saturday 05/30/15 and 9:00 AM on Sunday 05/31/15. Visit other participants on the list and read, critique, and comment on their #8sunday posts.

It’s a second chance to share a small snippet of my current writing. Most weeks, I tie them back to my WIPpet Wednesday post, so reading both can give a deeper peek…

This snippet follows immediately after last week’s WIPpet, Did It?”

This excerpt comes from Generations , the second novel in my Kifo Island Chronicles near-future fantasy series.

Can Kifo Island help three generations of a wounded makeshift family coexist despite the forces and secrets that tear them apart, or will time run out for the dying grandmother, the abusive stepfather, and the brilliant, traumatized little girl caught in the middle?

I’m offering eight sentences today. Airisu has run away, after a troubling interaction with her stepfather. Now, she’s pondering his parting words, and their implications.

Caution – Potential Triggers….

It Wasn’t the Knife

But Airisu had known; she could tell. He was dangerous, just like all the other johns who came to Aijo.


He was the most dangerous of all.

She couldn’t tell. She wouldn’t. Because of his words.

“Whores don’t have friends, Iris; you’ll lose them all, if they know…”

It wasn’t the knife that had frightened her; it was the blade of those words.


Is what Father Howie said true?

Will he find out that she’s run away?

What happened to Airisu, and will she be safe?

I’m only 4 scenes from the end of this novel, now, so all will be known (to me), by the end of the novel. Everyone else will have to wait a while….

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Something to Say: Kifo Island Chronicles for SoCS

Writing my way down the Stream of Consciousness! Badge by Doobster @Mindful Digressions.

This post is part of Linda G.Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday meme -an unedited stream of consciousness piece that ties into the weekly prompt: the words “some/sum”, one or both, as they are, as prefixes, or suffixes – whatever

I used both words (bolded for your reading pleasure), in several ways (but not as suffixes), in this free-written snippet from my current novel-in-progress, Generations: Kifo Island Chronicles #2.

Gladys has been hospitalized, and, while recovering, encounters another patient – Terrance Acosta, who interrupted the wedding reception in last week’s SoCS post, “Like a Fork Screeching on Bone China”. He’s more charming when he’s sober, as it turns out, but still prone to sudden flashes of revelation…

Something to Say

“You were at – at the wedding,” said the tall man with salt-and-pepper hair. “I remember you, sitting there all alone, watching – “ He ducked his head, seeming, suddenly, like a very small boy -like Howard, those few times when he’d actually been sorry for the things he did. “Watching, while I made the biggest ass in the universe of myself.”

“I’m quite certain there have been far bigger asses.” Gladys wheeled the chair closer; he looked like he needed company, and maybe absolution, and she needed a purpose. “And I’ve lived long enough to tell you some stories that would make your moment of assiness feel very tame, by comparison – moments fueled by a lot less, in the way of anguish, than learning that your spouse wanted to be with someone else -”

The man stuck out a hand, weakly. Gladys wasn’t much stronger as she took it, and the man sketched something that would certainly have been a bow, if he were healthy. His hand, though, was strong, and callused in a way that said plainly that those hands had once been integral to his work. “I don’t think we’ve been formally introduced, although I’ve seen you out and about with that little bird of a girl. My name’s Terrance Acosta – Barry Kelmore’s husband, at least on the record.”

“Gladys Marietta -”

“Damn,” the man breathed softly, and it turned into a light cough. “I thought you looked familiar – like someone I’d seen a long time ago. You were the stuff of an embarrassing number of my youthful fantasies, ma’am.” He looked at the hand that still held hers, and then his eyes lifted to her study her face. There was humor there, as irrepressible as life. “Maybe I shouldn’t be touching you with this hand, considering -”

“There’s nothing new under the sun, Mr. Acosta.” She remembered saying the same thing to Barry and Corinne, that first time she’d seen them together. “And you can call me Gladys. My movie star days are long and happily behind me, and it’s been far too long since I’ve danced.”

“Well, that can be arranged, if you’d like. Terrance was a lovely dancer, or so he tells me.” Another man strode into the room, to the other side of Terrance’s chair, and leaned in to kiss him with obvious passion. The hand that had held Glady’s slipped away, reaching up to cradle the face of the newcomer.

When they broke away, Terrance sighed happily, then said, “Sometimes, the most beautiful things can come of the most catastrophic choices. If not for my hedonistic weeks, and that revelation -wait – I just thought of something – I need to speak to the authorities. Right away!”

The outburst brought on another fit of coughing; it seemed to intensify rather than fading out. “Here, sip some water – slowly.”

Gladys watched, and considered. She thought of the man who’d fought his illness and what was clearly a miasma of drugs – the sum total of whatever his ‘hedonistic weeks’ had contained – to make his statement, and his stand, for his marriage. Yes, he’d been wrong, but people sometimes were, and the conviction to do it said that he wasn’t going to give in now, either. He had something to say, and he wasn’t going to let anything stop him from saying it.

“No- time – get them -”

“I’ve already pressed the call button, Mr. Acosta. Please relax, and breathe.”

“Miss Marietta makes good sense. Please, Terrance; don’t exhaust yourself. We have so much left to live together, and so little time left to share it. Have some water – it will help.”

Gladys retreated a little, to the bank of plantings that surrounded the windows, which were screened in, and ran nearly from floor to ceiling, reminding her of the screened-in porch at her own grandmother’s house, where she had often spent her days in play, dancing with her ragdolls- did children even have ragdolls anymore? – reading, and watching old dance movies on television- no, television they didn’t have, anymore, she was sure of that one…she smiled to herself, the mens’ conversation, murmured and soothing, like the sounds of the evening birds, or the morning ones, when she fell asleep out here…she sank into the memories, as though she were only a girl again, and this the sum of her reality…

“All right, sir – if you’re feeling up to it, I’d like to read over a summary of your statement, to be sure that we’ve recorded all the salient points, before we go any further with our investigation.”

“Sure thing, Officer. I’m not going anywhere, and I want the bastard who did this to be caught, before he does it again.”

What did Terrance remember?

Will ‘the bastard who did this’ be caught?

Will Gladys learn what all this is about?

This is all there is, until I write something more, so I’m going to leave it to your imaginations, which I’m sure are awesome!

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Did It?: Generations (KIC#2) for WIPpet Wednesday

Welcome to WIPpet Wednesday, a weekly blog hop which encourages writers to move WIPs (works-in-progress) to publication by posting excerpts related to the date. It’s hosted by the lovely K.L. Schwengel, maven of bad boys, stock dogs, and flying monkeys! She’s our fearless shepherd…or something like that, anyway.

After tooting my horn about visiting everyone last week, guess how many folks I got to this week?

None. I’m sorry. Life, y’know?

Last Wednesday, for me, was a sustained preparation for travel – blogposts, writing, lawn mowing, laundry, cleaning, packing, loading – and trying to do most of it while keeping quiet, because the kids were both on a nocturnal schedule. That helped out, later, because I was able to leave them with a list of what still needed to be done.

I didn’t get to bed until 5am, and didn’t really sleep until after 6 (I don’t sleep well when I’ve got something major happening the next day); I did use breathing meditation to rest and relax. I was up again at 8:30am. Thursday was a travel day, Friday was spent by the pool; Saturday was Mom/Daughter Inside Out, more time by the pool, and Art All Night  in Trenton, followed by hours of chatter, laughter, and The Cape of Mirthiness while a thunderstorm shook the skies. Sunday morning, Sylvia’s husband (another Jim; that’s a good name for a husband!) and I took the girls back to the festival, because the boys didn’t want to go, and Sylvia was nursing a headache. Then – you guessed it, more time by the pool – organizing, packing, and loading the car, and Sunday dinner. And then, a second five hour drive…

The Cape of Mirthiness! (Yup, things get strange in the way-wee hours!). Photo by Sylvia Woodman.

I managed to get my blogposts written, a little writing and plotting done, and some revision notes taken…what I didn’t manage to do much of was get around to do blog visits, because the real-time visit took precedence. I wanted to get around Monday and Tuesday, but the grass grew insanely in the days we were gone, so I mowed again, unpacked, and played catchup with my own husband named Jim, furry family, and with writing-stuffs…

Not with blog visits, though….

I’ll do better, this week. I’m not traveling more than an hour or so from home, and I’ve got a Plan – really, I do. Or, at least, I think I have a pla –

And now, on to the WIPpet-stuffs!

I’m nearly four-fifths of the way through my 50,000 word JuNoWriMo  target, and GenerationsKifo Island Chronicles #2.  is nearing Act Three – as a matter of fact, I might cross that threshold before I sleep. I’m looking forward to finishing. It’s a goal met, after all, and I’ve got a slightly bittersweet romance coming up next, and then a return to my Trueborn series – it feels like it’s been quite a while since I’ve played on Aletris, and it’ll be good to get back…

Also, this has been a difficult novel to draft. Important, at least for me personally, but difficult. Today’s snippet might give a better clue as to why…

Can Kifo Island help three generations of a wounded makeshift family coexist despite the forces and secrets that tear them apart, or will time run out for the dying grandmother, the abusive stepfather, and the brilliant, traumatized little girl caught in the middle?

In this snippet, Airisu has run away, after a violent and confusing incident with Howard. She’s attempting to stay hidden, and to make some sense of what’s happened…

WIPpet Math:

  • Today is June 24, 2015.
  • I subtracted the digits of the month and the year from the date. (24-6-2-0-1-5=11).
  • Eleven sentences today.

Did It?

Airisu huddled in the sweet-smelling dried grasses, and bit her lip so that she wouldn’t cry at the pain of her underpants sticking to the broken welts on her backside. She had seen and heard the johns do things like this to Hahaoya, and heard her crying in the shower, trying to hide. She knew how such sounds could travel, and so she wouldn’t make them, no matter how much it hurt…

Why had he done those things?

Because he was a john.

Did that make her what Hahaoya had been forced to be? She could still hear his voice, that rough ugly whisper in the calm of the room, the words twisted by the strange way he spoke.

“So that makes you a whore, understand?”

Did it?

Hahaoya had never said so – but Hahaoya hadn’t said many things that were so, and had said maybe as many that weren’t.

She’d said they would be safe, if she married Howard, and that they could trust him.

Will Airisu be discovered? Will she be safe? Will she find understanding?

Maybe most importantly, what exactly happened between Airisu and Howard…and what affect will it have, on them both?

I’ll be posting the next few lines from this scene for #8sunday,  if you’d like more. There might also be a SoCS post from Generations on Saturday. And then I think I’ll move on to WIPpeting something more cheerful…or maybe not cheerful, but with different, less personally repugnant darkness…

And, for all you Trip and T’Pol fans: they’ve been fairly quiet, of late, mostly just offering me little glimpses of their lives and snippets of dialogue. My Story A Day May 2015 stories are now all linked, rated, and summarized for your reading delight and convenience. Come to The IDIC Romance,  browse for a favorite or two, binge-read them all, or meander here and their – it’s all up to you!

You’re welcome to come play, your way!

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A Bonus Cuppa With Chrys Fey: Introducing Ghost of Death

It’s been a bit since I’ve taken the time for A Bonus Cuppa with my readers.  It wan’t intentional; I just got carried away in story worlds…it’s kind of an occupational hazard!  

Today, though, I have the pleasure of sharing a refreshing beverage, and the blog, with author Chrys Fey, who’d like to introduce you to her new short story, “Ghost of Death”  Now, if you’re comfy, let’s all sit back and enjoy!  Chrys, the blog is yours!

Thank you, Shan, for letting me onto your blog for the
day. I have a treat for your readers…a recipe.
In Ghost of Death, my newest short story, pizza is very
significant to the story. I won’t reveal why or in what way, but because it is
important, it had me thinking about the pizza I make to eat. Once, when I
couldn’t have tomato sauce, I used alfredo sauce. Bizarre, maybe, but not a bad
pizza. Below is the recipe, plus the excerpt for Ghost of Death and the blurb for my other short story, Witch of Death.
Alfredo sauce
Pizza dough
Shredded mozzarella cheese
1. Prepare dough. (Follow directions on package).
2. Grease cookie shoot with Crisco (shortening) and
sprinkle with cornmeal for a little crunch. (Optional.)
3. Spread dough onto cookie sheet. Make sure to dust
hands with flour to keep dough from sticking to your fingers.
4. Spoon on alfredo sauce and spread to edges. You can
leave a crust if you like.
5. Sprinkle a generous amount of shredded mozerella cheese.
6. Top with cut up broccoli florets, sliced tomatoes, and
any other goodies that sounds good to you.
7. Pop into the oven set to 425 degrees for about 20 minutes
until the dough is cooked and the pizza has reached a level of golden/crunchiness
that you like.
8. Let cool before digging in.
Title: Ghost of Death
Author: Chrys Fey
Genre: Supernatural/Suspense
Format: eBook OnlyPage Count: 41 (short story)

Release Date: April 22nd, 2015
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press
Jolie Montgomery, a twenty-one-year-old woman, wakes up
in an alley next to her corpse. She has no memories of her murder or the night
she died. She didn’t even see the killer’s face before he or she took her life.
Wanting justice, Jolie seeks answers in the only way a ghost can…by stalking
the lead detective on the case.
Avrianna Heavenborn is determined to find the person
responsible for a young woman’s death. She gets closer to the killer’s identity
with every clue she uncovers, and Jolie is with her every step of the way.
But if they don’t solve her murder soon, Jolie will be an
earth-bound spirit forever.

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            With the sound of her mom’s grief
wafting up to her, Jolie came to terms with her present state. I’m dead and now my mom knows it. She eyed
the door in front of her. She hadn’t yet walked through a door, but if her hand
could pass through metal then she knew she could move
through wood.
     If I have to be a ghost then I’ll be a
damn good one. All across the afterlife I’ll be known as the Ghost of Death!
And I’m going to start by walking through this damn door!
            She would’ve taken a
deep breath to brace herself if she could have, so she mentally pumped herself
up instead. You can do it! Easy-peasy.
Nothing to it.
And she took a step forward. Solid matter slipped around and
through her form. On the other side, a familiar site confronted her: a black
and white bed, the bright green shag carpet in the middle of the room, and a
white desk.
            Stepping up to her desk, Jolie eyed
her ancient desktop computer, the one she used before her dad gifted her with a
laptop when she announced she was accepted to the local university. Wanting to
send out the first ever tweet from the afterlife, she pushed the button to
bring the device to life, but her finger poker straight through it. Resigning
to her Twitter-less fate, she moved toward the full-length mirror hanging on
the wall. She saw nothing. Not even a shimmer in the air hinted at her
a ghost sucks!
Also Available:
Detective Reid Sanders doesn’t believe in the
supernatural, but when he’s faced with a crime scene that defies the laws of
nature, he has no other choice but to start believing. And solving a magical
murder involves working with a witch.
Liberty Sawyer embodies the look of your classic evil
witch, so, it’s no surprise when she uncovers the murderer is a witch that she
becomes Reid’s number one suspect. If she can’t convince him otherwise, more
people could lose their lives to dark magic, including her.


Chrys Fey is the author of Hurricane Crimes and 30
Seconds. She is currently working on the sequel to Hurricane Crimes that’ll
serve as book two in the Disaster Crimes series.
When Fey was six years old, she realized her dream of
being a writer by watching her mother pursue publication. At the age of twelve,
she started writing her first novel, which flourished into a series she later
rewrote at seventeen. Fey lives in Florida where she is waiting for the next
hurricane to come her way.

You can connect with her on Facebook and her blog, Write
with Fey. She loves to get to know her readers! 


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Thank you all for visiting and hopefully commenting. ;)

Thank you, Chrys – here, please let me refresh your beverage (before I add pizza ingredients and your story to my shopping list)!