Feb 15, 2019

The past few days I have been dealing with a lingering migraine wouldn’t go away. I couldn’t stare at a screen for a long period of time, until yesterday.

I am looking forward to doing some major writing and reading this weekend. Perhaps, the Golden Shadow will curl up on my bed while I read. He has his favorite spots for sleeping and my bed on his top three list.

Yesterday, I accomplished one of my writing goals for February. The novel I’ve been reworking, now, has an ending. So, I can focus on the middle and those events.

I am still working on my short story. While I wrote two scenes, a new minor character emerged. Now, I am pondering on different scenarios in the story. This new character needs a name, but I’m not too worried about it.

My goal is to have the first section of the story done by the end of February. I hope. A story is developing, it can change from the outline. That makes it interesting for me to see how events happened and how it will affect the characters. When the game changers events happen that when all the drama and chaos comes. This is why I enjoy writing my first drafts of my stories.

Spooky Lane (a short story)

Alexandra Mars

The scorching Hades’ vapors rose throughout the concrete jungle of countless miles of shabby homes, and boarded-up buildings. At the corner, filled with vulgar men and teenagers displaying their herd mentality: sexual gestures, hooting, and hollering to the streetwalkers. The prostitutes moved on, taking their cue; I did too.

Droplets of sweat dripped on my back as I strolled. My mother’s voice nagged at me, wearing Daisy Dukes, a short tight top, and my dirty white tennis shoes. For I was proud of my slender physique and my plump breasts.

But I couldn’t change my clothes. My boyfriend and I had a violent argument when his unstoppable wrath erupted. That’s when I scrammed from our apartment. On my way out, I snatched my purse.

I spotted trouble. Piercing eyes generated a frigid chill, seizing my spine. A shadowy figure emerged a half block away. Creepiness rushed into my skin forming…

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