After doing countless (I lost count) edits of my upcoming novel, I decided to apply what I learned to make my old stories easier to read. My rewrite is around 93,000 words and 40-50 thousand to go to finish the story and make it a novel. I haven't decided how much to post so please bear with me until I figure out how much I have to add to retain the tension....
It took Bobby a minute, but when his head cleared, he saw the same thing. Charley Barton. His eyes didn't blaze, his body didn't tremble, he sat there placidly, watching. Something in his eyes shot a shaft of reality through his addled brain. It all came back, Faith, the cops, the assault. "I'm in deep shit," he thought. "Serious jail time. I can't go to ja...
Erin felt the drip of sweat trickle down behind her ear and under her collar. God, this was humiliating! What if one of the patients from the waiting room looked up at her? Would they notice that she was sweating? Her furrowed brow? Would they be able to tell just from looking how much agony she was in? Would they guess who was punishing her, or why? She loo...
*** -- CHAPTER 5: The Birthday Party -- *** *AUGUST* "Mr. Kwong, we should be landing in three minutes." The helicopter cabin went silent as the pilot clicked off and I glanced out the window to see Shea Stadium and the Tennis Center go by. I sighed. "Sometimes it feels like I'm barely working, and yet I *really* want this vacation." I shook my head fo...
Hi Everyone, Sorry for the delay. I ran into technical difficulties. I wanted to thank DDSmith81 for editing and review! Much appreciated. Meridian Revelations Trinity awoke wondering why she was sleeping in an apron and housecoat. Flashes of last night were going through her head but it did not add up. She looked over to see a bottle of sleeping pills...
A Blonde and a Bit of Stuff [Author's note: Sometimes you find something that was there initially and you have to go back and redo it. This is one such time. Samatha Uliss, aka Vicky Vice or Vise if you wish, had to be in this story so I went back and put her in. the next episode (#17) needs her, so she needs to appear here. Hope you like her if you read th...
"Dad? Can we do something fun this weekend? You know, like we did when Mom was alive?" He stopped typing and looked over at his son. "Yeah. Of course we can, buddy. What were you thinking about doing?" It took all the self-control he had not to tear up. She'd been gone close to two years now and yet he still thought of her every day. So much so he found it...
Note from Jake Rivers, This is my eighth semi-annual "invitational." The current effort consists of stories based on songs by Frank Sinatra, Ol' Blues Eyes. Please read the stories and give feedback to the participating authors. Unless I'm convinced otherwise, I'll probably stop after the tenth invitational. Regards, Jake I chose 'That's Life' as my invi...
"Hurry up and sit in that booth over there before those people take it. I'll get us something to drink." Travis almost ran when she pointed and Rachel couldn't hold back a giggle when she saw him race-walking to the seats. He was visibly hard and he had remained that way almost from the moment he had left the house. Miss Rachel's hadn't hurt the process. Sh...
Ed Mason sat back in Murphy's bar, going over what he knew of this new 'militia' movement. He knew, first off, that they were fighting the Cubans here in Texas, which was bad for business. He ran guns for a few Cuban supply sergaents, men who were just as corrupt as he himself was. He knew that they were most likely cattle ranchers, since the supply of beef...