Six Sentence Sunday, May 27 (Saint of Sinners)
“I cut my wrists.” He lifted them to show me. They didn’t raise far and his arms shook as more blood spurted out. Beneath the blood, he was very pale. “I’m dying. Please save me …
“I cut my wrists.” He lifted them to show me. They didn’t raise far and his arms shook as more blood spurted out. Beneath the blood, he was very pale. “I’m dying. Please save me …
Then, in a whisper. “I’m scared.” A few months ago I’d considered killing him for the way he’d treated Elliot. I might have, if Elliot hadn’t made me promise not to hurt him. Now here he was, bleeding to death … Continue reading
I was looking at my to-do list and realized I have a lot going on. Saint of Sinners is now 50,000 words. I’m hoping to have the first draft done by July 1. Taming the Darkness is on my Samhain … Continue reading
The first thing I noticed was the blood. It was everywhere, standing out against white tile and porcelain. Then my eyes locked on the kid laying in the tub, tears leaking down his face. Not Andre or Tim, or any … Continue reading