Aim yelped and did a slippery jig. It was just a hairball, he could feel a few stragglers left on his sandy tongue. Not again, he moaned inwardly. Fear drove him, not even the kink in his neck could stop him. His throbbing skull pivoted on vertebrae in desperate need of oiling. Click, click, hiss goes the valve.

It looks like a baby. A scintillating baby refracted through a shattered prism. You could perhaps convince yourself that the effect arises from your smashed spectacles, but you cannot recall smashing them. They cover the last few paces between you and them in bounds. Whether your mouth falls open because of the bounding or the sight of a mouth no wet nurse w.

Writer, Messenger, and Professional Weirdo. On January 31, 2015. Left old job after 4. Was introduced to an editor at new job. com and onto my own hosted site. Which has finally gotten some attention! .

Empty Nest, trying to find life with my husband without our children. Tom had a crazy dream, he went forward in time, to murder the senator. I wrote this in 14 words. Mr Long only to return to murder his wife, for not cooking jambalaya the way he likes it. Carlos went to reach for the door, fell on a whip saw. What a bloody mess! Flash In the Pan.

Welcome to the website of. Writer of Young Adult Fantasy. I write YA Paranormal Fantasy. Add some gothic darkness, intrigue, horror and a little mystery for flavor. Check out The Lux Seekers Page for book samples. What an amazing layout! A beautiful site. Thanks for following, Anne. Love rockin the Steam Punk.