My BFF talked me into trying my hand at writing. This will be the public site for my posting, my WIP comments, Short Stories, Poems, and just general thoughts on my writing journey. I welcome everyone to read and post comments. Constructive criticism is welcome, trolls…not so much. ;}
So this is both a quickie WIP update and a test post.
I finished chapter 23 of Taylor – Paranormal Operations, Inc. and started chapter 24. I’m also going to use this wip for my April Camp NanoWrimo project!
See…told you it was quickie!
Did just over 600 words on chapter 23 today! It feels good to be making some progress on this story. I thought I’d post what I’ve done so far on the chapter. Things are going to heat up, action wise, from this chapter on. So here we go!
Shay looked up from the report he was reading as a rumble shook the building. A secondary one rolled through before the first one had ended. Immediately, alarms rang, their high pitch sequel so loud it caused him to cringe.
“What the fuck?” He murmured jumping up from his seat. He headed to closed office door, ripping it open and striding out into the operations center
“What the hell is going on? Where did those explosions come from?” He shouted the questions over the screaming alarms as he moved to the center of the area. He wasn’t asking anybody in particular but he needed answers.
“The surveillance cameras are down in both the garage area and the adjacent staircase.” A voice answered from Shay’s left. He swung his head in that direction. A man named Tomas was in front of a bank of video screens that showed all the feeds from the cameras that monitored the Paranormal Operations Irish headquarters. He glanced at Shay as he continued. “The blasts were in those areas. The other cameras nearby show the staircase blocked and the elevator to the garage is out.”
“Casualties?” Shay barked. “And turn off that fucking alarm!” A woman answered from a desk next to the bank of screens.
“Yes, sir.” Her eyes never left her computer screen as her fingers raced over the keyboard in front of her. The screaming alarm cut off suddenly. “No casualties reported so far, sir.” She added. Tomas broke in before she could say anything further.
“There were people in the garage area, sir.” He peered back down and pressed a few keys on his keyboard. “You need to see this, sir.” Shay tensed and went to stand next to Tomas.
“Who?” He demanded. Tomas gestured at a side monitor. The screen switched from black to a still image of the garage, with one stab of his finger, Tomas started the video playback. Shay hissed out a breath.
There on the screen was Devon and Taylor along with Mikhail Romanov. There was no sound with the video but it was clear that the couple was their saying goodbye. The following few minutes of the video recorded the two men checking the SUV for supplies before they both got into the vehicle and drove out of the garage. After it had disappeared from view, Shay watched as Taylor turned around and glared right into the camera before passing out of view.
“So they made it out before the blasts?” Shay asked, note of relief in his tone. Tomas shook his head.
“The camera in the hallway near the elevator caught this.” He pressed several more keys and different scene filled the screen. Taylor walked into view, her head down as she worked her phone. She stiffened and turned as a red headed figure moved into the frame from the bottom of the screen. Even from the back, Shay knew who he was.
“O’Grady!” There was little shock in his voice as he spat the name out. The leprechaun raised some kind of weapon and fired. Taylor threw herself to one side of the hall and seemed to avoid almost all of whatever it was he was shooting. Almost. Shay’s hands curled into fists at his side as he watched her jerk twice before slipping down the wall and slumping over.
“Fucking bastard!” He snarled as O’Grady turned and flipped both of his middle fingers into the camera. Then he grabbed one of Taylor’s legs and yanked her body from view. A scant few minutes later the video shook as the first explosion went off, then within seconds the elevator doors blasted outward and the video went black.
Just a small snippet from my WIP Tarkir – Dark World Warrior. It’s not edited at all. But enjoy anyway!
The air around them chilled as they stared at each other. The only sounds in large empty, space was the faint humming of the air system and their own harsh breathing. At last Tarkir broke the silence with a grunt.
“Yes.” He said and tossed his water bottle into a small bin attached the nearby wall. “Come, we will discuss what we both want to know.” Da’von raised his eyes brows. Tarkir gave a short laugh. “I am aware that your crew has been questioning mine, trying to get information on our race.” Da’von walked closer to the wall bin, tossing his bottle into it and looked at the other man.
“If you had have been rescued by an unknown race, your crew would do the same.” he stated. A soft swoosh sounded as their empty bottles were sucked out of the bin. After a few seconds Tarkir replied.
“No. My ship would not have needed to be rescued.”
Not waiting for a reaction from Da’von, he turned and walked to the door, stopping to look back at Da’von as it slid open. “Come, we will talk of this in my war room.” With that he disappeared out into the corridor.
Da’von glanced down at his now cooled, sweaty body as he followed Tarkir and grimaced. “I need a shower,” he grumbled to himself. Walking ahead of the Lel’eiona prince, Tarkir smiled. His race, the Teirc, had exceptional hearing and he had heard his guest’s mumbled comment.
Reblogged from A Writer’s Path.
by J.U. Scribe
It’s been over a year since I published my book, Before the Legend. This past year I’ve learned so much about self-publishing and marketing. Although I’m thankful for the little successes and milestones I was able to reach, there were several things I wish I could have done differently before and after self-publishing my book. The first three in the list are things I already knew before publishing but underestimated while doing this process. Here are my top 7 things you want to do before you self-publish.
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Chapter 22 of Taylor – Paranormal Operations, Inc. book 1 is done. This will the last excerpt from 22 as I’m moving on to Chapter 23! And remember all comments are welcome!
Devon drove toward the exit, watching Taylor in the rear view mirror. Her arms were wrapped around her middle and she looked like she was cold. The SUV rounded the corner and shoot down the street in front of HQ.
Taylor watched the vehicle as it turned out of the garage before turning back to the door with a frown at the camera. She wasn’t pleased with Shay, but she would do as he asked. As she walked through the door, the cell phone in her back pocket vibrated several times. She pulled it out and her lips tilted up in a small smile. The text messages were from her aunt Lily.
U will survive without him.
Not the end of the world.
Will bring toys.
Taylor chuckled even as her cheeks flushed. She quickly typed out a reply.
RU coming to Dublin?
It was only a second before Lily messaged back and Taylor laughed out loud.
Yes be there tomorrow. Toys to replace Devon.
Taylor’s fingers flew over the small keyboard of her phone.
Do not bring toys!
Lily’s reply was short.
Taylor laughed again as she tucked her phone back into the back pocket of her jeans. A tingle ran down her spine and the tiny hairs on the back of her neck stood up. She stopped walking down the hallway and her head came up. When she turned around she saw O’Grady standing a few feet behind her.
“Crap!” She exclaimed, placing a hand over where her heart was. “Don’t snick up on me like that!” The leprechaun didn’t speak, he just grinned at her. Taylor shivered, it didn’t reach his eyes and something was off about him.
“O’Grady?” Her brows came together and magic swelled inside of her. She stepped back as he raised his arm, pointing an odd looking gun at her.
“What the hell…” she hissed as O’Grady fired his weapon. Her reflexes kicking in, she threw herself to one side of the hall hoping to miss the bullets flying her way. Taylor wasn’t fast enough to escape them all. She felt the pricks as darts embedded themselves in her shoulder and thigh. Not bullets, tranqs, she thought as her mind went fuzzy and she collapsed against the wall, he tranqed me!
O’Grady watched as Taylor slid into a setting position and clumsily reached for the dart in her shoulder, trying to pull it out. All she could do was swat at it, her fingers lax.
“Won’t do yer any use ter remove dem, girlie.” His spoke to her, his voice seemed to come from far away. Taylor’s hand dropped, ceasing her fertile efforts to remove the dart. Her eyes grew heavy and she felt rather than saw the leprechaun crouch down next to her.
“’Tis a powerful sedative yer ‘av runnin’ through yisser body. It won’t kill yer, but you’ll ‘av a nasty head ache whaen yer wake.” With that he stood and grabbing her ankle, tugged her way from the wall and toward the garage just steps away. He dropped her leg and Taylor groaned. Two muted booms rumbled through the building causing it to sway slightly.
O’Grady looked up at the security and chuckled as he raised the middle finger on each hand in salute. He’d planted two small charges, one just inside of the elevator and the other on the stairway that was next to the elevator. Effectually sealing the parking garage off from the rest Paranormal Operations long enough for him to escape with his prize. A black van pulled into the garage and came to a stop next to where he stood, Taylor at his feet.
The door on the side door slid open and a big, bald man climbed out.
“This the right girl?” He asked.
“She’s de wan de master wants.” O’Grady answered. “We nade ter be movin’ before de place fills wi’ agents.” The bald man grunted than picked Taylor up like she was a rag doll and dumped her into the van. She groaned as she hit the hard floor.
“You coming with us?” O’Grady nodded and climbed into the van, settling next to Taylor’s limp body. The big man slammed the door closed and got into the front passenger seat. The driver, another big, bald man, punched the gas pedal and the van fishtailed out of the garage and disappeared into the traffic on the street.
Straight talk from a great Lady!
Tuesdays With Morrie by Mitch Albom is one of my favorite books of all time. If you’re not familiar with it, Morrie Schwartz was one of Mitch’s college professors at Brandeis University. He was his mentor. He lost track of Morrie over the years, then one night saw him on TV being interviewed by Ted Koppel on Nightline about how he was dying of ALS.
Mitch, author, journalist, screenwriter, dramatist, radio and television broadcaster/sportscaster , and musician, reconnected with Morrie for the last while before his death, and subsequently wrote the beautiful book about the lessons he learned from Morrie.
This morning I found something Mitch posted on line yesterday. I thought it was very poignant. I wanted to share it with you…
Lady Liberty has her say about The Wall: Mitch Albom
I went to visit the Statue of Liberty. I missed the last boat back. As I gazed…
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