All posts tagged: Amateur writer

A Feral Betrayal Chapter 3

The cage door screeched as it opened, and Marissa wondered if it was her fear that had heightened the sound. While it struggled to completely open, she dashed across the room. The last thing she wanted was to be trapped against the door when whatever was behind those bars came out. She needed room to run and think. At the end of the exceedingly long corridor, the room split off and dim lights came on. Left and right were her only options. She darted to the left and saw another opening on her right. She skidded into it and paused. The next room was a straight path but there were openings on both sides of the walls. She counted 6 on both sides. God, she hoped she wasn’t in a maze.

A Feral Betrayal Chapter 2

Marissa’s gaze shifted slightly, wondering if it was still too late to dive out the window and make a run for it. Maybe Melanie was bluffing and the drop wouldn’t kill her. And if she was some supernatural creature surely, she’d be fine. The hairs on her neck were standing. The room was dead silent. They were waiting for her to give her answer. Though she was focused on her escape, she was also very aware of the men’s’ bodies. They were prepared to shoot at her at the slightest suspicious movement. She did not like her odds at all right. Even if she could use the window, she’d probably be riddled with bullets before she could jump out.

A Feral Affair Chapter 20

Feral Affair Chapter 20

Sehjada jumped from her mattress, her hair wild and damp like her bedsheets from her sweat. She palmed her face, breathing erratically. From the space between her fingers she could see the image of Marissa. Her best friend’s bloody face stared back at her with dead eyes and she screamed. She swung her hand at her sheets then swung her feet off the bed, tripping over her slippers as she tried to escape. At the last minute, she managed to grab onto her dresser before she could hit the thing. Then, she collapsed on the floor. Her body shook and she wrapped her arms around herself. Every night for the past two months she went through this. The guilt of aiding in the death of her best friend had consumed her. She had no idea how to stop it either. She was sure she would have been fine. Marissa was a monster. She had to die. They all had to die. “Why won’t you leave me alone?”  She held her head with both hands and …

A Feral Affair

Feral Affair Chapter 19

The discussion on their shifter poison ended with just the name. Melanie didn’t explain what was in it nor how it affected shifters. All she knew was that she wanted no parts of it. She did learn, however, that it wasn’t just in the bullets. Explosives, knives, hell even the damn batons were made of it. “If majority of the Felids in the Valley are dead, why are you guys still in full war mode?” She asked, having watched them for hours going back and forth with loading and unloading things capable of killing her. “Because we are in war mode,” Melanie answered without taking her eyes off the paper in front of her. She was on the couch checking things off a list. “You think everything will really go back to normal after all of this? And you certainly can’t think just killing Kaleb with that godawful, poorly written, novella excuse, was going to sit well with people?” Course not. And speaking of which. “Do we have to ki–” Melanie slammed the paper on …

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Feral Affair Chapter 17

The town was on lock-down, The main roads leading into and out of it were closed, and skillful marksmen were placed on rooftops to remove anyone suspicious. Communication to the outside was blocked to ensure no outside interference. They had even managed to secure one of those freaks and use him to bait the others into the open. Even if they weren’t Felids, and were out and about they were targets. It was their own fault for not staying inside as they were told. So how was it they were still unable to kill one little girl? Robert Coldwell slammed his fists down on the desk before him as a fit of rage enveloped him. “If you had killed her from the start then you wouldn’t have this problem.” His harsh glare settled on his son’s smug form. “You know why I couldn’t.” “Actually you could. All of this makes no damn sense,” Dominic threw his hands in the air in frustration. “You’ve had ample opportunities to search out the cretin in this town and …

Feral Affair Chapter 16

“What. Are. The. Odds!” Dominic laughed. He had been smug and annoying ever since he and his men captured Kaleb. “Just when we were about to assume you escaped town, there you are! Running around like a fool.” Silence. “My sister is so simple I know she has to be here as well. She’s one of those loyal idiots so she wouldn’t leave you behind.” Kaleb wished to God he would shut up. “What? Nothing to say? Is the shame too much for you to bear?” The collar around his neck and the chains bounding him to the floor were the only things keeping Dominic from losing his tongue. For whatever reason, it wouldn’t allow him to shift. Since physical harm was out of the question, Kaleb resigned to silence. There was no point in arguing with him. It would only be a waste of energy. Eesac’s home was in the center of the town, just outside the Orchid Square where majority of Autumn Valley’s festivities were held. It made searching for Marissa so much …

Feral Affair Chapter 15

Shit, he had dozed off hadn’t he? Kaleb’s eyes fluttered open to see that he wasn’t in the same spot Marissa had left him. Well duh, He thought as he sat up and glanced around, taking in his new surroundings. Unless the forest had a sudden make over by a highly sought interior designer, obviously he wasn’t in the same place. Its Chinese-esque style with chinoiserie wallpaper, ikat pillows, a bold shade of sunset oranges, gold benches and Hollywood Regency touches told him he was in the home of someone with great tastes. “Up so soon?” Kaleb’s fangs were already bared and a low growl rumbled from the depths of his throat at the dark haired man that stood on the far side of the room. As he approached, eerily gray eyes scanned over Kaleb’s body. His rage, completely ignored. “Your recovery time is remarkable.” He reached out to touch the weakened male, but paused as he noticed the heightened hostility. There was no growl, but he could see from the icy stare that touching him would …

Feral Affair Chapter 14

How hard was it for things to remain normal for two seconds? Too much was happening too fast and it was becoming overbearing. One minute, she was ready to chew out Kaleb and the next thing she knew she was scurrying about the house, trying to avoid being shot. They could barely walk a few inches without a bullet whizzing by their heads. A loud crash came from the room they were nearing and a man in all black tumbled out the door. He had barely straightened himself out before he had his gun aimed at them. Kaleb sprang from his spot, snapped his neck with little to no effort, or remorse then beckoned for Marissa to follow. Speechless, she did so without question. Marissa tiptoed over the lifeless body and a shudder rippled through her. What if he was someone she knew? The temptation to remove the mask was there, but she decided against it. It was better not to know. As they were sprinting down the long hallway, her eyes remained focused ahead …

The cliched self-criticism spiel

I am my biggest critic. If you peeped the heading of this blog then you should have seen that coming. Getting straight to the point, one of the reasons why I held off on my story–along with writer’s block–was that I felt it just wasn’t good enough. I honestly was content with being the only person reading it. I didn’t think anyone gave a damn about it. Even if people gave a damn I didn’t think I would generate a following large enough that would be worth continuing for. Frankly, I began to feel like I was wasting my time. While I’m being real, I thought this about the entire blog period. I especially did not expect any local support. As far as I saw, that support was reserved for musicians and self-proclaimed models.  I never saw support for writers. Being bitter, I figured that it surely must have meant that people do not read. Then I later realized it was a lack of interest. It wasn’t that people didn’t read, they just weren’t interested …