December 5, 2022
November 30, 2022
Chapter Fourteen
Lucinda paced the room, from stone wall to stone wall, periodically peering through the wavy glass covering the narrow windows, her footsteps muffled by the wall to wall Persian rug. Hearing the lower door slam and the sound of someone running up the stone stairs she moved to stand in the centre of the room, face expressionless, shoulders back, the energy around her crackled with anticipation.
November 29, 2022
Chapter Thirteen
Seated in the back booth at Mulligans Tavern and Grill, surrounded by the low hum of conversation and mellow 80’s rock coming from the speakers, the mouth-watering scent of hot wings and fries in the air and drinks on the table.
November 28, 2022
Chapter Twelve
The good news is that Mrs. Miller will be okay, antibiotics for the infection, rehydration and rest. They are concerned about her mental state, she’s been talking about shadows and demons cutting off her hand. And I can’t tell them she’s probably right.
November 23, 2022
Chapter Eleven
Rose ran, flinging the door closed behind her and taking the stairs two at a time. Not bothering to lock the outside door she ran to the front street and her car, frantically trying to get the key in the lock and shrieking when a hand touched her shoulder.
November 22, 2022
Chapter Ten
Finally...a way to break free from the rules and restrictions imposed by her family, family…that’s rich, they were a coven, she was surrounded by women all day every day, mothers, grandmothers, aunts, sisters. All of them so controlled, so boring, so weak.
November 21, 2022
Chapter Nine
Running through the long white hallway, dodging people and equipment, spotting Rose sitting outside a room. “What happened, how is she?” panting slightly, “where’s the doctor?” “She’ll be fine, they weren’t intending to kill her.
November 17, 2022
Chapter Eight
“We? Let’s discuss ‘we’ later. You haven’t told us what The Heritage, I mean Heritage is, why are you involved and what did you mean about my visions.”
November 16, 2022
Chapter Seven
And I don’t know what to freak out about, you screaming at shadows with teeth that aren’t there, a kid chewing a finger, oh a dismembered finger, or hands without bodies. Oh! I know, how about an envelope full of hair and teeth. That’s probably enough spooky stuff to start with.
November 15, 2022
Chapter Six
Rattling the keys and moving to the back of the house, “let’s get this done, I’ll check out the suite, yell if you find anything.” The basement suite was accessed from outside, stepping out of the back door and looking around the lights from the kitchen showed a narrow path along the side of the house, leading to the back yard. A quick look revealed a snow-covered space, a dilapidated shed against the back fence, a rope swing hanging from a tree branch.
November 14, 2022
Chapter Five
“Sir, sir, this was left at the desk.” Baxter rushed to intercept them, holding out a plain white envelope, “it’s not really addressed to you but look,” pointing at what was written on the front, “I’m sure it’s for you, I mean…look.”
November 10, 2022
Chapter Four
Hanging up the phone and throwing some bills on the table “We gotta get back, there’s been another tip about something over at the equestrian centre, might be nothing but still gotta check it out, and the bite reports been leaked. Calls from media coming into the station asking for corroboration, they know about the three sets of marks, and that one is likely a child. Damn it!”
November 9, 2022
Chapter Three
It was dark, not a glimmer of light or shadow but still a sense that something's watching. Something that can see in the dark. Something that can move in the dark, something that was moving now, getting closer, quietly closer. Breathing sounds, not panting, just regular breathing - in and out, in and out - getting closer, so close that now the air is gently disturbed and the breath can be felt. It’s pleasant, clean and minty like freshly brushed teeth.
November 8, 2022
Chapter Two
A week later and the media was in a frenzy. Speculation ranged from the likelihood that the culprit was a large cat that had escaped from a traveling circus in the summer and was still on the loose, to that the urban myth about a cult of cannibals living in the mountains was true, and they had finally grown tired of hikers.
November 7, 2022
Chapter One
This was the third time they'd had this conversation, the first one being only 8 weeks after an anonymous tip had led to the discovery of a hand buried in a pile of snow behind a dumpster downtown.
January 17, 2021
My stuff is on TV!
According to Art Departmental set decorators "carefully decipher the psychology and tastes of the characters" when choosing items that will work for the plot and character. Does that mean I have the same character traits and psychological makeup of Andy from Man with a Plan?
January 28, 2020
Inadvertently Waiting
A friend asked me this morning, "what are you looking for this year?" and I couldn't answer.
January 7, 2020
I Feel Great!
The day kicked-off with a lovely pup walk, the sun was shining, the snow was crisp, the pup was 90% well behaved.
March 28, 2019
Smash The Dark Mirror
In his book Flourish, Martin Seligman recommends that each night we take ten minutes to reflect on the day and write down three things that went well, and WHY they went well. If reflecting on what went well helps mitigate the effects of negative thoughts then we need to put ourselves in situations where things can go well. Situations where we feel purposeful, creative, smart, valued....
December 3, 2018
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