Her Stolen Voice, Chapter One

Five years later Hektor DuStarke has promised that tonight’s job is big, and we all know what that means. A bunch of his men and women waving their hands desperately, hoping, praying to be called. It’s not just because we get paid well afterwards. It’s because of his lavish feasts after big jobs. I can …

Her Stolen Voice Prologue

As I wrote this late at night, do pardon any spelling or grammar errors, and please enjoy this prologue to my original fantasy Web novel, Her Stolen Voice.

Help me choose a story, part two

So, I have a dilemma. My second story idea is in the lead with two votes. Problem is, I don't really have a plan for it. Now, the third story on the other hand, I've had stuck in my head for a while. So here are two excerpts from the stories. They're shorter than they …

Traces, Part Nine

You would probably expect my jaw to drop to the floor at such a declaration. I mean, they did just say they think they know who the murder is, right? Wrong. I don’t believe them at all. Why should I? There are such false claims all the time, I’m not gonna believe every single one …

Traces, Part Eight

I was right. This is definitely not going well. “You mean, a guy in a hat, eye mask, and a cloth around his mouth…attacked both you and Samantha Day?” one of the cops asks, a blonde woman who looks at me as though I’m chewed gum underneath her shoe. The other cop is a guy …

Traces, Part Seven

I think I regain consciousness when everything is shaking and bouncing. The world is really fuzzy though. I hear a lot of people talking and fussing, and the sound of machinery. My eyelids flutter open. There are a lot of faces and flashing lights that are bright enough to make me visibly cringe. An ambulance. …

Traces, Part Six

I yank open the attic door and barely throw down the ladder before I race down. Crap, crap, crap! My heart is pounding and I can’t think. She better not be pulling a bloody joke. If she is, it won’t be an imaginary killer she should be scared of, but me! Sammy, this isn’t a …

Traces, Part 5

Sammy is fuming as we exit the coffee shop. "I can't believe him! I just can't believe him!" Ryan Parker had refused to tell us much, other than Iris had been bullied at school. Sammy had tried to ask him why, but he just said that it was probably because the students didn't like her …

Traces, Part 4

My mother is setting the table when she looks up to me. "Oh, Ella! Glad to see you're home."  I blink. "Mom, I thought you were still at work." She smiles at me. "Oh, my boss let me off a little early. I picked up some takeout for dinner," she says as she scoops out …

Traces, Part 3

The text Sammy sends me only reads: I think I have a link. I can only guess what this means. Me: What are u talking about? Sammy: Between Angela and Jack's deaths. And now Whitney's. I groan and roll my eyes, lifting my phone to my forehead. Ever since Whitney Johnson died (drowning herself in a …