Today’s word count is a little bit behind where it should be on day 2 but I exceeded it on day one. Day one, I finished with 1945 words. Want to see where I am at right now? Take a look at this live tracker:
Later tonight I will get this tracker posted on the page somewhere so you will be able to see it no matter what post or page you are viewing but until then here it is.
Want to read the first chapter of Detective 139? Here it is below.
Everything around 1138 Sparrow Avenue was typical Seattle behavior. Traffic slugged along, people walked by a couple of blocks away, and birds flew overhead singing their song. Not much distinguished the day from any other in the Central District of Seattle, Washington. In a way the day was normal for Detective Lincoln Thomas too. A veteran of the anti-gang task force, he was used to these kind of raids.
He looked down the block again taking in the neighborhood. A low retaining wall ran down the side of the street that the subject’s side of the street. It would be great for cover. No one in any of the houses appeared to be looking outside. The SWAT team was staging right down the block, getting ready for action.
With luck, no one would know that they were coming. And everyone will stay inside, he added as a side thought. Lookie loos while a raid went down never ended well.
“Zebra 1 to Delta 2, the team is readied up.”
“Copy, Delta 2 to Dispatch, we are rolling.”
Continue reading “NaNoWriMo Start: Chapter 1 of Detective 139”
With today being Halloween, I thought I would introduce everyone to the killer from Detective 139. This will be my first time writing a character like this so bear with me and expect change. Also, remember that while reading the NaNoWriMo that most of this will be unknown to Detective Lincoln Thomas. Without further ado, let’s meet Jarson Pike, The Limb Stealer.
Jarson has spent the last four years living in a cabin in the woods of the Snoqualmie Pass. The cabin is remote enough to not be bothered but close enough to everywhere that it wasn’t overly suspicious. On the outside, the cabin appears to a passerby as worn down and his truck matched the appearance, an old Ford pick-up truck. Red in color with rust here and there. The appearance of both was just a facade.
Continue reading “NaNo 2017: Meet Jarson Pike “The Limb Stealer””
Sorry about the delay in posting the next episode. Preparing for NaNoWriMo takes time!
Episode 4: Woodcrafter Michael
After her meeting with the Earl, Laura was left in one hell of a bad mood. Just the arrogance of the Earl to think he could control her! Walking through the street, she could imagine her teacher, Tyler telling her that she should let it go. A Ranger should never get emotional while on the job, the only thing that it served to do was skew the situation in one way and make it easier to miss something.
Continue reading “The Young Ranger: Episode 4”
Blood dripped from my fingertips as I backed away. “I’m sorry.”
Blood dripped from my fingertips as I backed away. “I’m sorry.” I stammered as Quinn fell to the ground bleeding, unable to say another word. The stroke had been swift and final, like I intended. As her body fell to the ground I held her close to me.
Killing was not something that I liked doing but sometimes it simply had to be done. Quinn had been bitten by a vampire and the turning was not something that she was going to undergo comfortably. A tear rolled down my eyes. A life as a vampire was not something that I would wish on anyone.
A shock ran through her body and the cut in her abdomen started to heal over. She was now dead, but not dead at the same time. Sweat started to bead down her head and her small body thrashed harder. Her eyelids opened but there was nothing there. Her beautiful green eyes started to turn dark red as she became a creature of the night and blood.
As if she were actually dying the warmth slipped away from her body. Everything that was Quinn was starting to fade away. There was only one thing that I could hope for, that her mind would remain once she became like me.