Due to my elation from how much I clearky rock I decided to share an excerpt from two of my short stories. Feel free to let me know what you think.
This one is from: "Watching Her"
The crisp breeze brushed past his unshaven face and swirled up to shake the leaves above his head. Max looked up with frustration at the inconsiderate foliage. So rude.
Silence was his best friend right now. One of his only friends. Everything could just shut up, or his friend would be scared away.
After his glance upward he shifted his right leg to a closer branch. He needed to better establish a secure footing in the old oak. He didn’t want to chance a distraction, and he especially did not want to draw attention to himself by falling.
Max was patient. He could sit for hours waiting. His talent may have stemmed from his considerable years at home as a middle child. He was often forgotten for the eldest or the baby. He spent hours reading by himself or simply watching others. He was good at going unnoticed. But it turned out, tonight, he didn’t need to wait any longer. His current exercise in patience was complete.
With that he had gotten what he came for, and he hopped out of the tree as silently as he had climbed into it.
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That is from a thriller short story that has a butt load of creep factor :) I'm thinking of adding to it eventually (after I finish the other novel I'm working on) to possibly make it an entire novel. Time will tell!
The second excerpt is from a short story titled, "It Only Hurts When I Breathe" that I wrote in college. I reread and reedited it last night, when I promptly fell back in love with it! Enjoy :)
"It Only Hurts When I Breathe" excerpt:
The ache had finally found her. She could no longer evade the consequences of her actions or the repercussions of her betrayal. She had cheated on Sawyer. Her loyalty had faltered and her intimacy found a home in someone else’s arms.
She heard the clock scream its passing of seconds at her angrily, condemning her for her sins. Finally, the weight of her pain and shame engulfed her. All of her remainingstrength vanished, leaving her more alone than she had ever been, as she sank to the floor.
Violet clutched her chest to prevent the glass shards,that were tearing apart her insides, from ripping their way out. If she held on tight, arms wrapped securely around, then maybe she could stop the dark black hole inside fromovertaking everything. Maybe she could prevent being torn to pieces.
The pain was, at last, unbearable. If nothing else the anticipation was lifted, but the thick dull weight that sank further than she could imagine was far worse. For several clicks of that judgmental and furious clock Violet did not realize that, on top of no longer being able to breathe, she could not see. The world around was as blurred as her judgment.
And instantly she understood, as the faintly unfamiliar sound escaped her lungs, she was crying. Tears soaker her chest. The fabric there strained as she sobbed out desperate attempts to even her breath. Violet felt herself slowlyripping at the seams. She no longer worried about her hysterical cries. Those harsh cold tears that stemmed from the weight her slumped shoulders carried, pined her to the floor.
But she now felt frantic at the idea that if this gaping hole grew and tore her apart everyone would find her and see what a truly empty shell she had converted to. They would find the dim in her eyes. They would find no heart, no soul, no kindness, and no love, but instead in their places a void. A void that had been born in betrayl.
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That's all I have for today. I really hope that you enjoyed my little peeks into each story! Feel free to request more excerpts if you're interested, and if you want to beta read any of my novels also let me know that!
Thank you for all of your continuing encouragement and support!