Monthly Archives: October 2013

Halloween Horror-Tales


I love Halloween. It’s my favorite time of the year. I love a good scare but I have to admit, I haven’t read a horror story in years that made me scared to turn off the light at night.

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A watch tower at the Eastern State Penitentiary

As a kid I loved Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark and anything by Stephen King (I was an…odd child) as well as Edger Allan Poe stories (who doesn’t love Tell-Tale Heart??). As I got older, I found there weren’t as many horror stories out there and the ones I did read just didn’t do it for me.

Then again, I guess I just don’t scare easily anymore. Yesterday I visited the Eastern State Penitentiary, which was fantastic and made me jump on occasion, but I wasn’t quaking in my boots.  Guess I’m just too easy going to really frighten?

What are your favorite spooky tales? Do you know of a book that will make me scared to sleep alone? 

I’ve tried my hand at writing horror,  A New Kind of High is a 4,110 word short story that’s free on Smashwords. Check it out and see if it gives you a bit of a scare for Halloween. Here’s a YouTube review!  Happy hauntings, all!

A new kind of high short cover

Book Review: Crash into You


crash into youTitle: Crash into You

Author: Katie McGarry

Genre: Young Adult Contemporary Romance

Source: Net Galley

Goodreads Rating: 4.23

My Rating: 4 stars

Summary (from Goodreads):

The girl with straight As, designer clothes and the perfect life-that’s who people expect Rachel Young to be. So the private-school junior keeps secrets from her wealthy parents and overbearing brothers…and she’s just added two more to the list. One involves racing strangers down dark country roads in her Mustang GT. The other? Seventeen-year-old Isaiah Walker-a guy she has no business even talking to. But when the foster kid with the tattoos and intense gray eyes comes to her rescue, she can’t get him out of her mind.

Isaiah has secrets, too. About where he lives, and how he really feels about Rachel. The last thing he needs is to get tangled up with a rich girl who wants to slum it on the south side for kicks-no matter how angelic she might look.

But when their shared love of street racing puts both their lives in jeopardy, they have six weeks to come up with a way out. Six weeks to discover just how far they’ll go to save each other.


I really enjoyed this story. It was something different. Yes, there was “bad boy” meets “good girl” and tries to make it work even though they come from different lifestyles, but there were a lot of different aspect such as all the car information and drag racing and the home life of the “good girl”.

Rachel doesn’t come across as overly privileged (even though she owns that car) but as very sheltered and naive. Isaiah is my favorite kind of stereotype, the bad boy with the secret heart of gold.  Even though he’s kind of typical, I still grew attached to his character and felt for his situation.

I enjoyed the romance aspect. Not particularly steamy but it makes you think of those first romances you had and all the butterflies and insecurities and wondering how to deal with someone more experienced than you.

All in all, an easy read, but enjoyable and a good story.  I’m definitely going to look up the other books in the series.  I love finding new authors to enjoy!

Right in the Feels!


At the suggestion of the lovely Patricia Lynne, I thought I’d talk about hard hitting books. I’m talking about the ones that leave you sobbing and lamenting the loss of characters. I’m talking the ones that make you want to throw your books (keep a tight hold on the e-readers!) across the room in anger.  I’m talking the ones that stay with you long after you’ve finished them.

Actually, I’m going to discuss some authors, rather than specific books, that have hit me emotionally.

First, and foremost, the amazing John Green.  I think there’s perhaps only one book of his that I’ve read that didn’t make me cry. They’re just so honest and raw, the characters so realistic and relatable that you can’t help but form a bond with them.  They’re a powerful read, but worth every tear.

George RR Martin is one of the only authors that has sparked anger towards characters for me.  When I first read his Song of Ice and Fire series, I really had to restrain myself from throwing my Kindle when I got to certain parts. If Theon Greyjoy was a real person, I’d shove him off a curb in front of a speed bus.

Hannah Moskowitz is another author that writes hard hitting stories such as Break, Invincible Summer  and Gone, Gone, Gone. She has a unique writing style that really lets the reader get an inside look at the character’s thoughts and reactions, making you feel for them and the situations they’re going through.

Which books have you read that have elicited  a strong emotional reaction from you?

Tuesday Teaser – Errand Girl of the Undead Chapter 7


Tis the season for spooky/paranormal kind of stories, so here’s another installment of Errand Girl of the Undead!  Remember, this is unedited as of yet.

In case you need to catch up or forgot what’s happened since August:

Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

A sleek head broke through the trees, large pointy antlers gracing its majestic brow. Ordinarily an animal as grand as this one would have me stopping to gaze in wonder, but it’s black eyes were rolling with fear, its side heaving with the exertion of the run. It was heading right at me, but it was obvious that something was chasing it. No time to think. I jumped out of the way, diving into the bush, more sticks puncturing my skin. I hoped the rogue wolf wasn’t what was chasing the stag. I didn’t want to become something’s chew toy.

The graceful beast leapt past me and continued on, into the clearing. Dammit. I hoped it didn’t damage the crime scene any. Following in its wake I spotted a familiar figure. I could almost feel the steam pouring from my ears.

“Dammit Samson! You nearly got me trampled! Is that your tactic now? Trying to get other things to do me in so you don’t have to get your hands dirty?”  I yelled as I struggled to my feet, wincing when I realized I really did impale myself on a sharp branch.

The demon stopped and looked me over head to toe, taking in the blood, smudges, and leaves I’m sure were in my hair. What was he doing here? I could go for weeks without seeing him and now it was three times in one day. What’s up with that?

“Ellie. Are you well?”  He stood several feet away from me. Smart demon. Had he been closer I would have punted him to the moon.

“Do I look well?” Ooh if only one could really kill with sarcasm.

He cocked his head to the side. “Not especially. Do you realize you have a branch sticking out of your thigh? It’s bleeding.  Your thigh that is, not the branch.”

“Stater of the obvious,” I mumbled before I grabbed the offending stick. Gritting my teeth I gave it a quick tug.  Oh, that was not pleasant. I tossed the bloody branch at Samson in frustration.  He took a step to the side to avoid it. Stupid demon.

Hot, thick blood was running down my leg and into my sock. Ugh, what a gross feeling. I bent and slapped my hand over the hole.  What was I going to do? I couldn’t hang around gushing blood. If the wolf was still in the area, this amount of iron-filled substance would definitely attract it.

Suddenly Samson was at my side, tugging at my shirt.

“What are you doing?” I tried to slap his hands away. What a time to try and cop a feel. Dumb randy demon.

“No worries, your virtue will stay intact, today anyway,” he told me with a leer before ripping a strip off the bottom of my shirt, turning into a tummy baring half tee. He bent and with swift motions tied the cotton around my leg, tight enough to hurt but also help control the blood loss.

Before I could thank him, he swept me up in his arms, like I was some kind of damsel in distress.  It was odd to be so close to him after all our standoffish years.  His chest was broad and warm, the fuzz of his short blue fur comforting. I had forgotten how soft he was. As a kid I frequently napped with my head on Samson’s chest. His heart, which beat more erraticallythan a human’s, was surprisingly comforting to me and often lulled me to sleep.

“What are doing?” I asked, realizing how exhausted I had become.

He raised a furry brow. “Taking you to get that hole fix?”

I frowned. “I have to go check out the site first. What if that stupid deer wrecked it? Why were you chasing it anyway?” I felt his shoulders move in a shrug.

“For fun?”

He got a half-hearted slap on the arm for that. “You’re so mean.”

“I know,” he admitted. “Come on now. We can come back out here tomorrow, okay?”

I was too tired to fight him so I nodded in agreement. Laying my head against his chest, my heavy lids shut. Before he teleported us back to my house, I thought I felt him kiss my forehead. I had to have been delusion though. There’s no way Samson would have kissed me, right?



Writing Prompts


With NaNoWriMo coming up, you may want to participate but be lacking an idea.  A great way to get the creative juices flowing is to look for writing prompts that speak to you.  It can lead to a short story that just gets the ideas brewing or it can be extended into a full length novel. There’s nothing wrong with starting with an idea that didn’t originate with you, so long as you expand on it and make it your own.  Lots of people re-write classics with their own twist on things.

Go to the great Google machine and type in writing prompts to get a plethora (don’t you love that word?) of links to follow so you can find one that intrigues you. If you’re looking to just start writing on a daily basis, has many forums that offer daily writing prompts.  Try a few and get the added bonus of others on the site commenting on your work.

Being the helpful gal that I am, I’m going to link some Halloween related prompts here for you folks to peruse.

Prompts for blogging, creative writing, poets and non-fiction writers
Story Starters
Halloween Writing Prompts
Writer’s Digest Halloween Happening

Do you use writing prompts? Have you ever written a full length novel that started with a prompt?