Posts Tagged ‘fear’

Hi guys,

You may recall that not long ago I told you all that I was having a short story being published in an anthology and was excited about it. Well there was a slight change of plans. Its been published solo and is avalable for four weeks for Halloween.

Red Eyes is a tale about a young girl who discovers that she is not quite what she thinks and has to resist some urges.

A shout out to Nicola Ormerod of Vamptasy Publishing for all her help with this and her help with my other projects you are a star.

Please check it out guys. All proceeds go to charity.

For those that asked me to put on my saucy Supernatural Fan Fiction I will type it up and post it but warning it will be filled with adult content.

Have fun reading Red Eyes.

Happy writing

Simone

Hi there readers,

I’m sorry but this tale does, eventually, involve zombies, I hope you like it.

This is to wet your appetite, I have mentioned that I am working on the tale about two dead boys based on the poem/rhyme below.

 

One fine day in the middle of the night,

Two dead boys* got up to fight, [*or men]

Back to back they faced each other,

Drew their swords and shot each other,

One was blind and the other couldn’t, see

So they chose a dummy for a referee.

A blind man went to see fair play,

A dumb man went to shout “hooray!”

A paralysed donkey passing by,

Kicked the blind man in the eye,

Knocked him through a nine inch wall,

Into a dry ditch and drowned them all,

A deaf policeman heard the noise,

And came to arrest the two dead boys,

If you don’t believe this story’s true,

Ask the blind man he saw it too!

And the tale I have written, it’s only short, results in the beginning of the apocalypse.

Enjoy.

Simone

Hello,

Again, I have let my blog slip, why? I have been really, really busy. Life is more than hectic at the moment. We’ve been in our new house now for a month and it’s still like a bomb site. I have managed to do some writing projects even a few now ones. It is hard but we are getting there.

The new tale is about a ghost out for vengeance Grudge meets Stir of Echos in a strange way.

I have received some further feedback on “Twisted Coven”, good feedback. After a bit more work on it, it will be one heck of a book.

Just cant wait to get the study sorted so that I can do some decent work on it. A place where I can sit down and concentrate properly. I am still drafting letters and looking into agents. I can not wait.

I am exhausted, I did way to much walking over the last few days and my body is in complete and utter agony.

I will check in soon and fill you in with the new writing project, both of them.

Yes, I am keeping details of one of them from you, for the time being.

Will check in soon.

Keep writing.

Simone

Hello,

Here is a little bit of fiction for you. Enjoy.

Drip, drip, drip, drip. The water leaked through the small hole in the roff, dripping loudly in the pan. A drip that echoed throughout the large house.

Paula, internally cursed her self for the open plan of the house. She knew in id moments she would be fast asleep and the drip would no longer be heard by her young ears.

As the drugs took effect she slowly drifted to sleep the pain, forgotten, the drip, forgotten. She slumbered with a smile on her face.

She was out, her medication, strong enough to knock her out, completely, racing through her small, crumpled pain ridden body. So deep in sleep she was when the equally youthful man climbed through the window and sat at the edge of her bed. His face scared from glass or possibly acne. He held her hand, his hands clad in leather gloves.

He checked her out. Her limbs still covered in bandages from the burns and cuts . Her torso wrapped up like a child on Christmas morning in Alaska. The burn where every where except her beautiful face.

A tear fell down his face as he shifted his gaze to the pill bottles and boxes on the side table. Pain meds, antibiotics, antivirals, antidepressants, sleeping, vitamin tablets, tablets for everything.

“I am so sorry,” he suddenly whispers to her, “I should never have taken you out when I was drunk.”

He looked down at her perfectly shaped face, her heart-shaped lips and his eyes leaked, one more.

Dropping her hand he felt he was being watched. he feared her father. As he stood and turned in the same move he froze, his face filled and frozen with terror. She stood before him.

No burns, no bandages, no pain filling her beautiful ocean blue eyes. The eyes instead, were filled with anger so intense he could feel it from the impossible figure in front of him and her sleeping body to his right.

His face, controlled with terror, refusing to move as she walked forward until she was a mere inch away from him. He heard her voice, though neither set of lips move. “I have been waiting for your visit. You couldn’t stay away. You caused this, you caused my body to be battered and bruised.” Smiling she knew he knew that sorry is clearly not enough. He began to flex his left hand and then, seconds later the right hand-held the left arm.

His face, still holding the terror, now controlled in pain as he dropped to his knees, he looked up at his beautiful girl friend who conscious apparitions face was twisted into a vindictive smile. On he his knees, gripping his chest he tried to call out with no joy. Nothing left no voice or oxygen, she stood and watched as the life slowly drained from the heart attack ridden body. Her smile twisting her beautiful face into a twisted  version of itself.

She looked at her own sleeping body and within moments the machine to its right beeped marking the death of the young girl. Her father came rushing in and tried, in vain, to bring her back but he soon gave up. He knew she didn’t want to suffer any more.

He only found the body of the man responsable  at the other side of the bed several moments mater.

A smile spread across his face, his grief momentarily forgotten as he said to himself, “That’s my girl,” he said out loud, giggling slightly as he did.

She had her vengeance and now she would rest in peace. She always loved, disappearing, even though she was not visible to her father, her spirit never walked those floors again. She was happy, she died with a smile on her face.

Never again would someone drink drive again in the area. She became  a warning, drink drive and you will see her and feel her wrath.

Happy Writing

Simone

Hello Fellow Writers

As I sit here, wondering if I should write, do some submission stuff, research or just procrastinate and mess about on face book I suddenly realise several things.

Firstly that I should be proud that my first novel is complete and ready for publication. Those of you that are copy editors my disagree and the same with the proofreader’s but from what I can do it is done. I am happy with the story, with the characters and with the subtext. Though I am tempted to add more subtext in placed, I feel that if I do I will make the story more complicated and confuse the character with information that may never come to light. There is one thing I will add which is near the end.  It is a carefully placed sentence that makes the name of the Saga make complete sense.

Secondly I have unwillingly and unknowingly contributed to the negative view of the Pagan religion, not something I want to do, being pagan myself I know how detrimental this can be. Hopefully book two and three will redeem me in the eyes of my fellow Pagans.

Thirdly, it is one hell of an achievement, people often say “I’m going to write a book and it will be great!” I actually have written a book, with several more in the making, and I have every intention to get it printed.

Being a fiction/thriller/suspense writer I feel it would be in my best interest to have an agent. I am not a business woman nor am I a lawyer. I need someone to help me deal with the business and help me deal with the paperwork and such that it involves. I have worked in the privet business  and in sales and though I was good at both I would not view them as worthy while experience for me to pitch an English author writing a story based in Washington State, Walla Walla county. I have changed the name of the town, but not the county. It makes it so much easier when dealing with distances and such.

Now is just the task of finding an agent, one I get on with and one who will have my best interests at heart. A rare thing when money is involved but let’s just hope I managed to find a good one and that the book does well. I really hope it does.

Hello,

I think I am in shock, I know have fourteen followers. Thank you for following me and I hope you enjoy my posts.

Today I have been working on Twisted Coven. It is getting closer, now on 141/167 and 65,951 words not bad for my first novel.

I do have some work topo still as a few chapters need to be rewritten. They dont flow right at the moment. and its the information stage between the two big bangs in the story.

At the moment it more tell than show at the minute.

Better get it done. I need to get it done. working hard should see the end result very soon.

I also need to rename the town though I’m keeping the county same. I might even post a few pictures of the area so you can get a sense of the area.

Stay tuned for more information and projects. I have a mind full of wild scary and horrific idea’s that are just screaming to be written down.

Simone

Hi Readers,

I have a few suggestions for all your budding writers out there. Hers a few things that you will benefit from doing, as I do on a regular basis.

  1. Keep a notepad and pen with you at all times, easier to do if you are a woman but guys man bags are cool, and useful for writers.
  2. Write down any thing down that comes to mind. Any thing, a partial conversation you over heard, description of building.
  3. Get writing magazines, not only do they tell you about successful writers and competitions but they also give you exercises and advise.
  4. For adding drama and tension shorter sentences are better. Especially during the more frightening events.
  5. Grammar is important but getting the tale on paper is the main aim. Editors and proof readers will help with the grammar.
  6. Believe in yourself, if you don’t who will.
  7. Sell yourself to your agents, they use your letter to judge your writing make it as eye-catching and grammatically correct as possible and follow the agencies rules. NB; Agencies and publishers do not like a generic approach so research each agencies and make your approach as personalised as possible but do tell them if you are approaching other contacts as well as them.
  8. Write what you know!! I know everyone says it, but it is true, Patricia Cornwell is a trained Pathologist so it is no surprise that the main character in her biggest book series is a pathologist too. If you know the subject you can write about it with minimal errors as if you write a tale about astrophysics as you know nothing about it you will make a mistake and could potential put people off reading the rest or you could upset them or possibly end up damaging you reputation.
  9. Notes are your friend. I do this to help with continuity. I keep notes to help me remembered who has done what and other key elements of information that may come up later in the book or series. So notes are ideal. I have just began to use Microsoft office 2010’s one note and it keeps and using Powerpoint to turn plans of building (houses and hospitals) and such into jpeg files
  10. Last one, I promise. Write what you want to write but take any feed back given and approach it constructively even if what they have said had hurt. Feedback is you friend and not to be feared.

10 basic rules, all to help and there is a few example in there too.

I want people to enjoy my writing and enjoy my blog. I want to pass on any advise I have been given and pass it on to others and you guys are the lucky ones.

I have more stuff to type up. A section on inspiration, one relating to why I write paranormal thrillers and then there is the one about the process I am now in, the submission stage.

I will also post any helpful links when I spot them.

Happy writing

Simone

Hi readers

As promiced her is the link for the website to give you a hand with agancy submissions and such

http://annerallen.blogspot.com/2012/01/hooks-loglines-and-pitches-what-every.html

Will fill you in on how much work i have got done over the previous few days.

Stay Tuned Guys

Simone

Hi people,

Here’s a tale that has come to mind during a day spent in bed, pain all over my body, my knee in agony.

Anyway, here goes…

The house was silent, no noise, Two children in one room, both males lay sleeping in one room, in the room next door a young woman lay sleeping as the dark room surrounded her. She was oblivious of the fact that a tall dark figure was watching her. His eyes trained on her. Not moving. His gaze never wavering.

As he watched she lay sleeping, quietly, barely a noise she made. He watched as she moved silently, her body doing something she had no control over. She was oblivious to the fact she was alone. She normal slept with her husband. she was oblivious to the fact that she was alone.

While she was alone her husband was in the living room, his heart starting to falter, he had been stabbed twice and his heart was slowly pumping what was left of his blood all over the white leather sofa.

The children in the next room were not sleeping like they appeared to be. They were no longer living, their hearts no longer beating, no longer living, their hearts stopped by a quick, silent, bullet to their head. The only one living was the woman, the wife the mother. Oblivious she was to the growing read stain in the living room and the boys bedroom.

Thankfully, thankfully she was oblivious to the deaths, the quick deaths of her two children and her life long partner.

As the figure moved closer to her, closer to her sleeping figure, closer to the beautiful blond sleeping figure. His knife, bloody, raised, poised ready. The figures dark eyes showing intent, intent on harming the beautiful figure.

The knife landing down on the hair of the woman, cutting it short. She remained sleeping. She stayed asleep without realising what was happening. She didn’t move. She was deep in sleep as he pulled her hands and tied them together to the post at the top of the bed. Her legs tied to the bottom post.

There was a sudden loud creak as the figure moved his weight to look at the womans sleeping face. His eyes intent. Her eyes suddenly opened and were immediately filled with fear. Fear at the hate filled eyes and bloodied knife in the intruders hand.

Let me know what you think.

Stay tuned.

xxx

Hi

 

After serious work on feedback I have had to take Teenage Visions off for some major changes. It will be back up soon. Plan on working over it over the next few days.

I have something else to put up for guys, something I think you guys would like. Very seasonal, and very good.

Will upload Teenage Visions back once the corrections are done.

Hake care and Happy Halloween.

 

Simone