Yep, I love Halloween, and to celebrate all things creepy, here’s another little horror themed drabble for you...
The Birds
The birds perch, silent, on the telephone wire, blackest ink against the blue sky, heads cocked, their glittering eyes watch me walk by.
More amass on the playground climbing frame, their numbers increasing with every step I take towards the quiet school to pick my daughter up – I am late.
At some unseen sign, the ravens screech a deafening caw and lift off as one, their wings a feathery thunderclap.
But they haven’t gone. The dark menacing mass were airborne and aiming straight at me, their lone prey.
Hands over my ears, I run for safety, but not fast enough...
***
Enjoy the season of spookiness!
Shelly Revenant Redd
The random musings of newbie writer Shelly Redd - inspired to have a stab at scribbling herself after proof reading published friends’ stories, she is now a published writer herself and working on more paranormal fiction as we speak...
Tuesday, 31 October 2017
Sunday, 29 October 2017
Beginnings...
I’ve never written a blog before, so please bear with me!
I was recently inspired by two of my author friends to give writing a go for myself. Neal Noakes and Kay Ellis are both published authors and I had the privilege of proofing/beta reading some of their work prior to publish. [Quick plug for them here: Neal writes mainly urban fantasy and whatever he feels like poetry, and Kay is author of several novels and short stories, in both fantasy and modern day situations, but all in the gay romance genre - look them up on Facebook].
So this is me giving it a go. My first attempts at writing involve vampires (write what you know they always say) and are in progress. My second are to my newly found favourite fun thing to do – drabbles! A story in 100 words exactly, if you didn’t know, and I had to look it up. I wrote 5 drabbles for a competition in Siren’s Call ezine, and had them all accepted for publication, and yes, they involve vampires and werewolves, but just a little bit of creepiness, as the subject for them was “Feel the Fear”. Check them out here on page 101:
http://www.sirenscallpublications.com/pdfs/SirensCallEZine_August2017.pdf
I had a whale of a time (where does that saying come from?) writing them and intend to create more in the future, just for the sheer hell of it!
I was recently inspired by two of my author friends to give writing a go for myself. Neal Noakes and Kay Ellis are both published authors and I had the privilege of proofing/beta reading some of their work prior to publish. [Quick plug for them here: Neal writes mainly urban fantasy and whatever he feels like poetry, and Kay is author of several novels and short stories, in both fantasy and modern day situations, but all in the gay romance genre - look them up on Facebook].
So this is me giving it a go. My first attempts at writing involve vampires (write what you know they always say) and are in progress. My second are to my newly found favourite fun thing to do – drabbles! A story in 100 words exactly, if you didn’t know, and I had to look it up. I wrote 5 drabbles for a competition in Siren’s Call ezine, and had them all accepted for publication, and yes, they involve vampires and werewolves, but just a little bit of creepiness, as the subject for them was “Feel the Fear”. Check them out here on page 101:
http://www.sirenscallpublications.com/pdfs/SirensCallEZine_August2017.pdf
I had a whale of a time (where does that saying come from?) writing them and intend to create more in the future, just for the sheer hell of it!
And talking if Hell... here’s a drabble for All Hallows’ Eve is nearly here...
Vampiri Nocturnus
Vampiri Nocturnus
He waited, hidden, outside her window until she was asleep, then ghosted silently in.
His pale skin glimmering in the moonlight filtering through the curtains, inky shadow
stretching across the silvered wall, clawed hands reaching.
Leaning over her, fangs extended, he stopped, unmoving, when she murmured in her
sleep.
Tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear, he caressed her naked throat.
Lowering his head, he bit quickly, the venom in his bite swiftly paralysing, and
siphoned the life from the pretty one in long draughts, until her heart beat no more and Death
claimed her for his own.
Enjoy!
Shel
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