What the hell?
He dashed to the front of the store carefully avoiding the windows. He didn’t want to be seen by the infected or whoever happened to be firing out there. Staying in the shadows, he pressed his back against the brick column between the front door and the display window and peered outside.A jacked up, primer-gray truck had haphazardly parked in the lot. The Jones boys--local redneck assholes--jumped out of the vehicle with such enthusiasm you’d think they were headed to a titty bar and not a gun shop in the middle of a damn plague.
Sunday, March 20, 2011
Here we are again with Six Sentence Sunday. I'm pulling my six from one of my current WIP, Total Apocalypse of the Heart, an erotic horror set in the middle of a deadly viral pandemic. Last week Sam Lancaster was reminiscing about the love he let get away before gunshots broke him out of his reverie...
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And before I leave you, I wanted to show off my new birthday present. I'm so happy with the way it turned out. I can't wait until it heals so I can have the color added!
Sunday, March 13, 2011
Another Six Sentence Sunday is upon us. I've decided to stick with Total Apocalypse of the Heart. Yes, I'm going with it! The comments from last week sealed it for me so thank you. This week I'm taking you right where we left off with Sam.
He missed that obnoxious, fire-engine red hair of hers and the devious grin she always wore right before she was about to cause trouble. His little thrill seeker. He wondered how much she’d changed over the last two years.After seeing the news reports on the chaos in Atlanta, he wanted—no needed—to know if she was okay. He hoped Bea and Jim had been in contact with her, and she’d made it home before things had gotten out of control.The loud crack of gunshots shook him from his thoughts.
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Sunday, March 6, 2011
It's been quite a while since I've done one of these. I have missed it. As you know, life gets in the way and me, being the forgetful person I am, would remember too late to put a post together. Aside from all the boring details you really don't want to hear, I've decided to pull from my erotic horror again. Some of you may remember that I've dropped my wonderful, resourceful and often snarky characters in the middle of a modern day plague. It's tentatively titled Total Apocalypse of the Heart.
He remembered the day she’d left for Atlanta as if it were yesterday. The hurt and anger in her big brown eyes had hit him like a punch to the throat -- still felt that way every time he thought about her. She’d wanted him to go with her, but big city life had never been his dream. He was a small town guy, always would be. Not that any of that mattered now. It was damn funny how an apocalypse could change a person’s perspective on things.
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