The dead woman’s head rested on sheet music and a keyboard. Someone had arranged her long hair and swept it back from her face. The flower over her left ear… maybe was already there. The open eyes were sea green. When she was alive, they had depth and probably changed shade with shifting sunlight. Now, they were shallows, as still as shoal water over coastal muck. Her face… smooth, unlined. Not a hint of a life lived badly… but one that seemed hardly lived at all. “She wanted to sin, but she was too shy.”
TWO LETTERS FROM DEAD WOMEN… A CAMERA FROM A DEAD MAN…
That’s all Robert Sterling, a once renowned photojournalist, had to help him redeem and resurrect his life from two years lost in a drunken downward spiral. Was the young girl he could only see through the old camera his mother had left him a ghost haunting him from a past he had spent decades burying? Did she exist, or was he going crazy just as his mother had forty years ago? He had to return to the small town he’d left nearly four decades ago to find out. Back to where he found and lost his first love. Where when he was 18 years old, someone tried to kill him for what he’d done.
What if you could give someone you love one more hour of life? The passion of love bursting into flame is more powerful than death, stronger than the grave.
The Girl in Blue (Audio Flashfiction)
A moment in time and a story told by a grandmother to her granddaughter that highlights the heightened feelings of first love and her discovery of the true meaning of Christmas.
There is no excerpt because this is a protected post.
It is a land of ancient city-states, morto e sepolto… the dead and gone. Remnants of forgotten and abandoned houses and estates sprinkle the countryside. Once thriving and vital, now no one lives in them, and the keening of the winds through the ruins is their only sound. Even in towns and cities that live, in almost all, there is a legend sometimes distorted far from its origin of a casa stregata… a haunted house. Some are deathly still, lonely cenotaphs, mere empty markers of a tragic past. Others contain souls that sleep awhile and awake… hungry.
Not her job, but it became her duty. When everyone, including those she loved, is killed… it leaves the mission hers to complete. But it goes tragically wrong. Iris, a messenger intending to warn and save mankind, didn’t make it in time. She was injured and found by a cruel, depraved man and locked away in a secret room where she remained unconscious amid a swirl of vague, painful memories of when she’d been human. Awakened to blood and violence to find that instead of the three decades of preparation, she was to deliver humanity; the world doesn’t know it’s on the brink of an invasion that will enslave mankind… an attack from the same creatures that had destroyed her planet. Could she still fulfill her most crucial purpose… the critical part of her mission? And could she become human again?
The Shape of Memories [scene excerpt]
Fánaí had lost all that mattered and traveled far, seeking where magic still lived, a place to heal. Instead, he finds an injured outcast fairy who needs healing more than he does. Will helping her help him on his journey?