Status Update: Writing

Good morning to any Bookbrainers still out there! I’m sorry it’s been *looks at watch…realizes I don’t have a watch….checks computer….cringes* awhile since I’ve posted!

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(sorry)

I hope all of you are doing well! I wanted to get back to the blog and let all of you know what I’ve been up to and why there has been a bit of a gap between posts.

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As you may or may not remember, last year was a bit of a flop for me personally when it came to writing. I was doing great with the blog, but I wasn’t really working on my book much and then not at all. I had stalled out. I needed to fix a few things in my priority list to try and get back on the writing train.

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(Spinning doohickeys are vital to my writing train)

Since the start of the year I’ve written two chapters in my book and I’m currently doing well on the next. I’m officially at 44,000 words as of the posting of this blog. This is a HUGE success for me for many reasons. First, it’s the longest thing I’ve ever written and that’s just cool. Second, from my understanding a widely accepted benchmark for the length of a novel is 50,000 words. This means that I’ve actually written something novel length!

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A lot of this success that I’m creating for myself is due to my new schedule for writing. After reading a lot of articles about writing and interviews with writers, I’ve decided to take some of their advice (go figure, listening to a professional helped).

My daily schedule now looks like this:

  1. Wake up at 5:30am – Write 500 words before getting ready for work.
  2. Hour lunch at work – Read books that I have on the craft of writing.
  3. Before bed – Turn off the TV and shut the computer and read for fun.

That’s it guys, that’s the magic that has re-energized me and is taking me forward. I’m keeping my word count for now at 500 words a day because for me that’s doable in the 30-60 minutes I have each morning to write. If I could dedicate 3-4 hours a day to write my word count would be at least 2,000 words like Stephen King, but sadly I just don’t have the time.

I’ve chosen to writing in the morning because I used to try and write while I was on my lunch break at work. I was trying to fit in eating, reading news articles, and writing 500 words into a single one hour lunch while being distracted by co-workers and people messaging me on my phone (which is ok I guess because they’re all awesome people). But this made it a struggle to write constantly. So I finally decided to bite the bullet and actually get my ass out of bed early to write when my mind is fresh and I haven’t had to spend my day *gasp* thinking. I’m not making my word count every day, but I am writing every day now and that’s as good as gold.

The next part is since I now have free time on my lunch, I started to read the reference books I have on writing. Now I’m not saying it’s necessary, but do have a degree in English and creative writing. I have taken many writing courses. This has served me well and has greatly improved my writing, but there is no such thing as enough training. Sorry folks but there it is! I believe that learning more ideas about how to craft words into something that doesn’t suck is always a good idea. I many not always agree with what I’m reading or feel like I’m just covering old ground, but it’s all useful. At the very least reading these books on the craft of writing has kept my mind not just on the story I’m trying to tell, but the tools I’m using to tell it.

The last part of my day is reading for fun. This may seem like a bit of a no brainer, but stick with me here. If you’ve ever met me you’d know I love TV and movies. Like a lot. Hell to be honest my dad and I can talk for hours and hardly say anything to each other that isn’t a movie quote. So for me it can be hard to turn off the TV and actually read, which is something that I absolutely love (obviously). Now I’m not saying that TV is evil and people should only read, that’s stupid. There are many shows that are amazingly crafted and tell a fantastic story with room do develop plot and characters. It’s all about finding a balance. It has also helped that some of the books I’ve recently been reading have helped me with a few mental blocks to figure out some needed things for my book.

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So there we go guys! That’s what I’ve been up to and has been taking up a lot of my time in the past few weeks. I will always strive to write more for your guys, but I’m going to assume that producing a book for you to read will be a bit more important to you.

Stay awesome Bookbrainers!

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End of Year Flash Fiction!

Have a fantastic Christmas and holiday season everyone!

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“The Night Before Christmas Shopping”

Dennis was nearly pushed into Winkelman’s Mall, carrying his three year old daughter Lucy. The crowds of last minute shoppers flowing in and out of the mall were in a hurry and no one was waiting for him. He quickly made his way off to the side of the rushing herd of shoppers to stand in front of a wall of glass that looked into Barns and Nobel to catch his breath.

I hate Christmas shopping, Dennis thought looking at all the people and cursing himself for waiting until Christmas Eve to shop for his wife’s present…again. At least she’s having fun, Dennis thought then looking at Lucy, she had a big smile stuck on her face as she scanned the crowd and just watched all the people.

“Alright Lucy I’m going to put you down, but you have to stay standing right next me do you understand?” Dennis said, making sure that he had eye contact with Lucy before he started talking. He knew if she wasn’t looking at his eyes that all bets were off that she heard a word he was saying.

“Yes,” Lucy chirped and then started to wiggle to get free.

Dennis put Lucy down next to him, then reached into his pocket and pulled out a piece of paper that he had written a few gift ideas on. None of them were particularly imaginative. Dennis loved his wife, but after five years of marriage he’d run out of gift ideas. He had sat at his desk at work imagining all the things he would get her, if he was rich. Most these fantasies involved him holding a microphone and having their garage door open up revealing some amazing gift with an oversized red bow on it that he’d announce like a gameshow host. “This Christmas honey you get…A NEW CAR!”

Dennis sighed looking at his list, “Well Lucy, we better get hunting before your mom gets home,” he then looked down at Lucy, only to see in her place was a boy a few years older than Lucy. His coat was unzipped and his stomach hung out below his t-shirt and his bulbous face was smeared with chocolate as he munched on a candy bar gripped tightly in his fist.

Dennis blinked a few times, as if the back of his mind thought that there was only something in his eyes that was causing Lucy to look like a fat boy twice her age. “You’re not Lucy…YOU’RE NOT LUCY!” Dennis shouted once blinking had failed to reveal his daughter and the situation struck him like a falling brick. “Where is Lucy?” Dennis yelled into the boy’s face.

The boy looked lazily back at Dennis then pointed at the crowd streaming past them and the food court deeper into the mall. Dennis looked were the boy was pointing and saw a flash of Lucy’s blond hair and pink coat before she was swallowed up by the multitude of shoppers.

Before Dennis could blot after her though, he felt a sudden sharp pain on the back of his head as he was struck with something hard. He immediately doubled over to avoid it again and stumbled forward, his eyes watering.

“Get away from my child you pervert!”

Dennis looked and standing next to the boy with the chocolate was a mountain of a woman clutching a handbag that had a metal buckle on the front ready to wallop Dennis again.

“Are you crazy lady?” Dennis yelled back at her, but she swung her handbag again and narrowly missed Dennis’ head.

“Leave my boy alone!” She screeched like a teakettle.

“No problem!” Dennis shouted then took off running through the crowd, pushing shoppers aside trying to catch up to Lucy.

Dennis could faintly hear over all the people and noise the woman yelling threats at him, but he didn’t pay attention. Lucy had decided to run off and he was going to be damned if he was going to explain to his wife that he lost Lucy on Christmas Eve. Dennis’ eyes darted everywhere trying to find her, but he didn’t see any signs of Lucy. He had reached the center of the mall and ran over to the kid’s play area. No sign of her. Just as Dennis was getting turning to see if she had gone to the Build A Bear store, he heard a laugh that tugged at him and he knew was her. He looked up just in time to see Lucy waving at him from an escalator going up to the second floor of the mall before she ducked down.

“Lucy!” Dennis shouted then took off running for the escalator, shoving a man out of his way knocking over a stand of sunglasses. Dennis ran up the escalator, but by time he got to the top he had lost track of Lucy again. He looked around franticly, until he spotted her slipping between two women’s legs and going into Columbia Inn, a woman’s boutique store.

Dennis quickly followed her in. The store was packed with racks of clothes and shoes, along with stacks of bags and bottles of perfumes, and hooks dripping with jewelry. Dennis was red faced and sweating tearing around the store trying to find Lucy. He chose to ignore the looks the women were giving him as he went around pushing open the clothing racks to see if Lucy was hiding behind them.

Dennis heard Lucy chuckle from the changing rooms and quickly darted inside.

“Lucy?” Dennis hissed trying to find her ducking his head under the doors to see if she was hiding in them, “Lucy? Lucy where are you?”

“Hey Ricky!” a woman yelled at Dennis, a nametag on her blouse identifying her as the manager, “What the hell do you think you’re doin’? This is the changing rooms!”

“I’m just looking for my daughter!” Dennis said straightening up and putting his hands in the air as if the woman had a gun pointed at him.

“Is that her there?” The woman asked pointing around a corner.

Dennis walked over and saw Lucy standing in front of a mirror with a necklace on admiring it. Lucy saw Dennis in the mirror and turned to him and said, “For mommy!” and pointed to the necklace.

Dennis walked over and picked her up, looking at the necklace, then back at Lucy. “Did you find is on your own?”

“Nope!” Lucy chirped proudly, “Mama showed me yesterday!”

Dennis laughed as he walked with Lucy out of the changing rooms towards the counter to pay for the necklace, “Seems your mom knows me pretty well kido.”

Your Votes and some Star Wars!

Hello hello hello Bookbrainers! Yes it’s that time again to get your weekly dose of random crap I feel like talking about and…oh yeah…FLASH FICTION CHALLENGE RESULTS!!!

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You guys overwhelmingly voted for me to write a Christmas story in the humor genre so that’s what you’re getting! Next week I will post my story here on the blog for your reading pleasure just as you’re heading to go enjoy your own holidays!

Now while I have your attention there is something that’s been on my mind that I’ve wanted to talk with all of you about…fandom.

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Specifically I want to talk about the new Star Wars movie coming out this weekend and actually, all the movies that have come out in the past 5 years and will be coming out soon for franchises like Marvel, DC, Star Wars, and even Harry Potter. Over the past few years I’ve felt my excitement for most of them dwindle until now I’ve sit here as The Last Jedi is premiering and I want to see it, but I’m not excited. I feel exactly like Charli Brown.

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For a long time I’ve wondered if there is something wrong with me…I mean besides the obvious. I’ve bled Star Wars since I was a kid and I love superhero movies, but I’m not excited by them anymore. The last big movie I went and saw was the new Thor movie with my fiancée and the answer finally came to me. Before the movie started there was a preview for a new superhero movie called The New Mutants. If you haven’t seen it you can watch it here. Please do so…I’ll wait. Have you watched it yet? No? Seriously it takes like 2 freakin’ minutes just go watch it! Done? Well alright then.

LETS CONTINUE THE STORY…

I watched the preview for this movie and I was instantly excited. Not because I love horror movies, but because it’s something DIFFERENT! It is not the same old superhero movie over and over, it is something that feels unique and breathes new life into a genre. Now what does this have to do with The Last Jedi?

Star Wars and I have always had a very special relationship. Honestly I thank my dad for that one. When I was a kid the first time I saw Star Wars was in theaters when they re-released them as special editions in 1997. I was blown away to say the least! I wanted to immediately go out and watch the next two movies, but my dad told me no, that I had to wait to see them in theaters. So we did. To this day I’ve seen every Star Wars movie in theaters for the first time/as they came out. Part of what made this gift special is that with the original trilogy and with the prequels, these were EVENTS. Star Wars came out YEARS before I was born and when the prequels came out I didn’t even think that any more would ever be made and so these movies were special. I could say I was there when this happened in movies.

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But everything changed when Disney came.

I love all the new Star Wars movies under the Disney banner, they’re doing a fantastic job so far, but I know now that I will get a new Star Wars movie pretty much every year for the rest of my life. They’re no longer special.

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I think it’s the fatigue that you can feel about a series, a kind of over exposure that that’s also left me feeling indifferent to superhero movies these days. So far the only major series that hasn’t had this happen to are the new Harry Potter movies, but that’s partly only because there are only two left to come out. If I hear the same news that they’ll be making them forever I’ll be happy, but I won’t be excited. IS IT SO WRONG TO WANT MOVIES TO BE AMAZING, UNIQUE, AND TO MAKE ME FEEL EXCITED EVEN IF IT’S BASICALLY THE SAME THING EVERY TIME???

Speaking of not the same thing every time! Tune in next week folks with my new Christmas Story!!!

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Time to Carol the Bells with Another Flash Fiction Challenge!

Welcome back Bookbrainers! Glad to see you’re all here and fired up after a week off for me to rest my weary brain and take care of some light (read: Heavy) cleaning at home last week. I am feeling ready to jump back into things with another crack at the flash fiction challenge world!

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I’m feeling pretty excited about this since lately I’ve been feeling more geared up to write, but have been slacking hard in the writing department (more on that in a later post). So here we go all you fantastic people out there!

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For this month’s challenge, I’m going to be writing a Christmas themed story, but YOU get to choose the genre that I’ll be writing in! Below is a list of genres to choose from.

Crime/detective

Fan Fiction

Fantasy

Folklore/Myth/Tall Tale

Historical Fiction

Horror

Humor

Science Fiction

Suspense/thriller

Western

Comment either here on the blog, on the Facebook page, or on the Twitter page (where I’m also going to attempt to create a poll for the first time), and between all these places the genre that gets the most votes will be the one I’ll be writing a Christmas story in!

You can vote only ONCE per site for a total of three votes if you’re really feeling enthusiastic. I will close the voting at noon on Friday December 15th so you’ll have plenty of time to vote!

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Now get out there and vote!

Looking Under the Hood

Happy weekend Bookbrainers! I hope all of you are doing well. I want to…*sniff* thank you for all the love and support I’ve gotten for the last flash fiction challenge I did. It was super fun to write and I really enjoyed it!  But this led to an interesting conversation. I was talking with a friend of mine about the story when he said…

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“What is your writing process?”

Now this was a great question that’s not easy to answer. The two main reasons this is hard to answer is because the process changes for the kind of writing I’m doing (short story, poem, a novel, etc.) and that the process is both visual and mental. So to answer this question I’m going to talk about short story writing specifically (though some does apply to novel writing) and mostly just the visual aspect of it, but also some of the mental.

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(Did that make sense? GOOD! Moving on then!)

Step One: To come up with a story there is no better way to describe it as casting my imagination out and seeing what I catch. Often I take something solid like a picture, or a topic, or a question and play with it in my head. And as I think and toss around ideas, eventually something clicks (almost audibly) and there it is. An outline of a story. But at this point it’s like looking at a forest from Google Maps. I can see the whole thing, but no details…yet.

Step Two: Now that I have an idea of a story, it’s time to zoom in on the forest and find the best path through it. At this point I sit down and bullet point out the entire story from start to finish. First A happens, then B, then C, then D, etc. until I reach the story’s end. During this phase I fill in all the gaps and mentally flesh out the characters and find out more about who they are and how they fit into their story.

Step Three: Take all my notes from Step Two and toss them aside.

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Step Four: Now that I’ve tossed my notes aside I sit down and write my story. While I write I have everything from my notes in my head, all the ideas, plots, characters, images, and I follow what I wanted for my story. The reason I toss the notes aside during the actual writing is because (for me at least) the words are a living thing. I have final say over them and I control them, but at the end of the day the story and its characters are a living breathing thing on the page. If I try and force it to fit into an outline that I created that just doesn’t feel right as my fingers dance around the keyboard, then all I’m doing is creating shit writing. A story needs room to organically grow and change as it needs to to become the best version of that story that I’m capable of telling.

Step Five: Revision. This is where I go back over the story and read it as a whole for the first time to myself. Here I’m not focused on anything other than things like, “Is that sentence worded well? Can it sound better?” or “Does this make sense? Will the reader follow and understand what I’m saying and what I mean?” After all that if there’s time (I’m looking at you flash fiction challenges!) then I actually pick through and make sure the editing is as clean as possible.

And there you have it Bookbrainers! That is honestly the best way I think I can describe how my brain processes and writes stories. Is there a LOT of other things that go into writing? OH HELL YES! But to be fair I’m not going to get into the depths of how to best use active sentences or how to establish characterization or techniques of imagery. That kind of skill with writing are things that for the most part I use reflexively on my first drafts and actively on all the others. If you want more on that depth of writing I’m sure I’ll touch on a lot of it eventually here, otherwise look into some good books on writing if you want a more, “How To,” guide. Or read a lot. Reading is awesome!!!

Flash Fiction Challenge 3! Nightmare Rocket Launch!

Happy Halloween Bookbrainers!!! As all of you get ready to enjoy a fun filled weekend of costumes, drinking, and trick or treating, take a minute to enjoy my Horror Flash Fiction Challenge!!!

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“Night Visitor”

Matthew’s eyes snapped open. He could feel the hair on the back of his neck rising as he laid in bed. He listened to Brittany’s breathing as she slept next to him and tried to figure out what had woken him. He had a vague memory of dreaming about when he was a kid and their dog had reached up onto the counter and pulled a whole roasted chicken to the floor and snapped and tore at it.

Matthew shook his head trying to clear away the sleep and to listen again for whatever it was that woke him. He knew that most likely it either Emma or Owen in their bedrooms deciding to play with their toys instead of sleeping, but had to be sure. Matthew listened again, but heard nothing other than Brittany’s breathing.

Matthew slowly pulled back the covers, and being sure to disturb Brittany as little as possible, he slipped out of bed and stood on the cold wood floor. There were no curtains yet on the windows and moonlight streamed in and lit the room. Matthew carefully stepped around the piles of boxes and the bed and walked into the kitchen. He could still smell the pizza from dinner as he walked into the living room and peaked into another door to the first bedroom.

Matthew looked in the room and saw Emma sleeping, mostly, in her bed as her left leg and arm hung free in the air. Matthew stepped around the dolls and books scattered over the floor and gently tucked her back under the covers. She made a quiet pouting noise in her sleep as he did this, then rolled over and began to snore like a bear.

Just like your mother, Matthew thought smiling at Emma and backing carefully out of the room.

Matthew then walked to the other door in the living room and looked in. Inside he could see Owen sleeping in his crib surrounded by an army of stuffed animals.

Soon he’ll need a new bed, Matthew thought turning back into the dark living room and heading for the kitchen.

As he walked quietly in the dark, Matthew couldn’t shake the feeling that something had woken him. The hair still stood up on the back of his neck and that feeling that lives in his gut that warns him of danger was churning.

The children are fine. Brittany is fine, Matthew told himself as he stood in the kitchen. Everything is

Matthew’s mind stopped. It was there. A faint sound coming from outside. He quickly went to the window and looked out into the back yard. The moonlight cast everything in silver shadows as he looked out. The leafless, short, apple trees along the driveway looked oddly menacing; the cornfield looked worse.

The house and yard were located on a corner at a, “T,” intersection of two roads in the middle of miles and miles of farmland in Duck County, Wisconsin. Matthew had loved the seclusion of it, knowing that the only neighbors for miles lived in the cemetery across the road. Looking out now past the rows of corn to the cemetery across the road on the opposite corner, Matthew was much less in love with his choice of neighbors.

At first Matthew couldn’t see anything in all the shadows. He could hear what sounded like low grunts and scraping of something against stone. Then he saw movement. It was faint, but Matthew knew that he could see someone in the cemetery kneeling next to a headstone.

A little late for grieving, Matthew thought watching the figure, probably drunk.

Wanting to get a better look, Matthew went to the back door and slowly turned the deadbolt back, turned the knob, and pulled the door open. The door made no noise as it opened. Matthew eased his left foot onto the back porch to peek around the door to the cemetery. As soon as he put his weight down though, a faint creaking of the wood filled the night like thunder.

Instantly the figure in the cemetery stopped all movement and Matthew could see their head snap up towards him. Matthew froze in place, hugging the doorframe to his chest and only half his face peeking out. He prayed that the shadows would hide him and that the moon wouldn’t give him away. Matthew watched as what must have been a bald man raise his head up and move it from side to side. The image of Matthew’s dog as a child before it snatched the chicken jumped to the front of his mind. Matthew clenched his eyes and forced the thought away. When he opened them he could see the man concentrating again on the grave before them.

Matthew felt his stomach fall away as he watched the man. He could see the man digging out the dirt with his bare hands and toss it behind him. He could hear the sound of the man scrapping away the stones and earth and realized that it was the sound that woke him.

What is wrong with this guy? Matthew thought to himself, trying to push his fear away. He must be on something. I should go see if he’s alright.

Matthew carefully moved fully onto the porch and then down the few steps onto the gravel driveway. Matthew moved with extreme care to avoid making noise, and was able to get onto the gravel without making a sound loud enough to distract the man again. Slowly Matthew made his way closer to the man, careful to pick his footing so as not to make too much noise on the gravel.

What are you doing? Matthew thought to himself, this is just some guy digging up a grave with his bare hands…okay so that’s pretty messed up, but I’m sure he’s just drunk or high or something. I don’t have to be this worried.

Matthew continued to walk closer and closer to the man, trying to get a better view of him and what he was trying to do. Matthew was about thirty yards away when he heard a sound that made him stop. The man had reached the coffin. He could hear the scrapping of the man’s nails on the lid as he scratched at it. A moment later Matthew saw the man’s arm reach back and thrust forward and with a crack the lid of the coffin broke. In the same motion the man drew back his arm holding the skeletal arm of the resident of the coffin. He then drew it across his face, seeming to savor the scent, then with both hand snapped the arm in two, drew it to his mouth, and began to suck on the shattered ends of the bones.

Matthew felt like he’d been shoved forcefully under the surface of a tub of ice water. Vomit burned his throat, but he held it down as his foot instinctually took a step back, crunching into the gravel. The man’s head snapped up again at the sound. He locked eyes with Matthew, his eyes appearing to glow faintly in the shadows.

Shit! Matthew thought, it was the only clear thing in his mind that had been thrown from the life it knew.

The man dropped the bones he was holding into the grave. Never taking his eyes off Matthew, he then stood up and slowly walked around the hole he had dug into the ground to the edge of the road. Here he was bathed in moonlight and Matthew could see him clearly for the first time. Matthew didn’t feel the warm urine soak his pants as he stared in horror.

The thing in front of Matthew could have been a man, but everything was wrong. His arms hung down too long and his hands, which ended in long clawed nails, came down to his knees which were bending backwards like a birds. Matthew could practically see the cords of dense muscle covering its thin frame under its gray parchment like skin. His eyes were hollow and sunken into a skeletal face contorted in a hungry evil grin. As Matthew watched the thing opened its mouth, its jaw extending down further than any human’s could, and exposed its sharp glistening fangs to the moonlight and licked them with a long, thin tongue that hung past its chin.

Matthew screamed wildly, feeling his throat tearing with the strain, as he turned to run back to the house. His legs twisted under him and he pitched forward landing hard onto the gravel and cutting his face. Matthew’s body scrambled to get up, his legs pumping mechanically to try and propel him forward. Just as Matthew started to find his feet and scramble up, he felt an iron vice clamp down on his ankle and drag him back. Matthew looked back as he screamed and saw that the thing had grabbed onto him and was pulling him towards it.

No! Matthew’s mind screamed, and he kicked out with his other foot landing it right in the thing’s face.

Matthew could feel the bottom of his foot cut open on the thing’s fangs as its head rocked backwards and it let go of Matthew’s other leg. Matthew immediately scrambled to his feet and ran across the gravel driveway, ignoring the searing pain in his foot. As he ran, Matthew could hear a guttural yowl behind him and the thing running after him. His chest hurt from the frantic pounding of his heart as Matthew reached the steps to the porch. Matthew could see that the back door was still open and there was Brittany standing there, her eyes wide in shock and terror.

“Run!” Matthew shouted as he charged towards her, practically feeling the thing’s hot breath on the back of his neck.

Brittany moved back just as Matthew came through the door and threw it shut behind him turning the locks. Matthew looked out through the window in the door to see if the creature was behind him, but there was nothing there. All Matthew could hear was the beating of his heart and this heavy breathing, but in the back of his mind he knew Brittany was shouting something.

Where is it? Matthew thought frantically.

“Matthew!” Brittany shouted, finally getting Matthew’s attention.

“Are the kids safe!” Matthew shouted moving to the window and looking out, still not seeing the creature.

“Yes, I just checked on them,” Brittany said, “Who was out there? What’s going on?”

Matthew could hear the children crying in their rooms and was starting to feel light headed from the blood seeping from his foot. His heart was still pumping madly, but he was calmer now and trying to figure out what had happened.

“I’m not sure,” Matthew said looking at Brittany, “There was a…a thing or maybe a man out there. It was dark. I’m not sure what I saw.”

“What happened?” Brittany asked turning a lamp on to give some light, her eyes then bulging to see the puddle of blood trailing from Matthew’s foot.

“There was…” Matthew started to say, but was interrupted by the shattering of glass as the window behind him exploded inward and two long gray arms reached in and grabbed Matthew, sinking their claws into his shoulders, and jerked him screaming into the night.

Matthew felt the pain in his shoulders and the motion backwards through the window, but when his head struck the ground outside everything became dim and distant. He could hear Brittany screaming from far away as he felt himself dragged over the ground into the cornfield. As the darkness swallowed him, Matthew thought about his dog again, so much so that he thought he could even hear the snapping and tearing.

Flash Fiction Winner!

It’s been a long week in our nation’s capital and now that I’m home I’m already getting ready to run out of the house to go to a wedding…but I needed to give all you fine Bookbrainers the answer to what you’ve been wanting…Where is the flash fiction horror story going to take place???

Answer?

In a house next to a cemetery and a corn field! A big thank you to our winner for this challenge, my badass sister, Jenna!

I’ll post the story next Friday! Until then stay spooky Bookbrainers!

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