Birthright

This was a great experience for me and what a way to meet other authors! Great exposure too! Although I have to admit I didn't get to visit all the blogs, my busy life gave me hardly anytime to do so. I work seven hours a week with two autistic students and then school at night for my second degree and then on top of all that I have homework to do, which so far I have been able to maintain an "A" status, how I'll never know, but I am. So, trying to get in weekly flash stories for Vamplit and for Tristle press is hard. I often find the only time to write is during test taking time that my students are doing, or my lunch break and I usually can come up with a great story within the 80 minutes that the class is long. My longest story was almost 2000 words, that was "The House of Souls" I recently did. I would love to win the lottery so that I can quite my job and buy this house I saw in Galena and just write and do my art. That is what I deem a perfect

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My life was a jigsaw and up until now, the majority of the pieces had been missing. My parents had loved me and I, whether I was their natural daughter or not, had loved them. Kane had put some of the pieces in place for me, he’d given me answers to some of the puzzle, but now we needed to move on and find out about my heritage. I needed to know where I’d come from and I needed to find out about the legacy that was my supposed birthright. I looked up at Kane and in his eyes and I saw everything I needed know. The contest goes as follows: Leave your name and email and I'll pick three of you to be included in my sequel.

http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/96577 Remember when you got your first doll; that loveable companion who saw you through the best and worst of days? Remember when Barbie was the doll version of who you wanted to be when you grew up? Be careful what you wish for… AUTHORS:Yvonne Bishop, Marissa Farrar,Carole Gill, Scott Goriscak,Lisa McCourt Hollar Lisamarie Lamb Claudia Lefeve Tim Marquitz Jason McKinney Sue Midlock Rob Miller T.K. Millin Kate Monroe Stacey Turner J.G. Williams Sam Williams and Blaze McRob

This tale is short, but to the point, its details horrific, tormenting with fright. Nevertheless, it is a tale that should be told and to be repeated…over and over…again… Cold and breezy the night wind blows. Trees, whose colorful faces are now dark, craggy and foreboding, moan their lamentations of souls that have met their maker. As the illuminating orb shines upon the earthen ground, strange new sound’s swim freely through nights air…I squirm ever so delightfully. Their shrills of laughter, and fright stir my soul as I watch…waiting, and waiting even longer for that precise moment when hell shall break loose once more. Victims, those who cannot be named, cannot be found and will not remain on this earth ever again. I grin. Slowly they came. Upon the witching hour of complete chaos they came. Running…running wildly as they went through the gnarled limbs of soldiers that stood many years before, laughing with their weapons held high and candles, lit, dripping wax. They ca

One of my favorite holidays is Halloween. What kid doesn’t like dressing up in silly or scary costumes and receive free candy? I mean, it’s just a given right? It was a Thursday, school didn’t let out until three and it was only twelve. “Oh my gosh could the day get any slower?” The clock on the wall in Mrs. McDonald’s room was purposely going slow, or at least it seemed so. She was droning on and on about some explorer, while I dreamed of mountains of candy I’d be bringing home tonight. “Ethan…” I was brought back into the real world. “Yeah?” “Sorry to have awoken you from your day-dreaming, but can you tell me if we should celebrate Columbus Day or not.” She stood there, arms crossed in front of her and a very stern look on her face. “I…” decided to liven things up a bit, “…believe we should. It would give us a day off of school!” Everyone chimed in with their agreements, to which we were suddenly hushed. “Aside from that fact Ethan, what else can you tell us as