Thank you, thank you, thank you. So darn good to hear my writing has grown. And yes, it was different to write without worrying to much about small details or strict times. I plan to cover seceral thousand years in the next short story so the brush may be even wider at times.
I think a lot of newer authors like to try their hand at the lycan myths. It was fun revisiting this concept knowing a bit more about how to tell a tale.
“How come we’ve never flown Alaska before? Don’t we own stock in it?” Brett retrieved a book from his backpack and stored the bag in the overhead compartment. His knowledge of their investment portfolio was at best marginal; his husband handled household finances.
Ten days after the New Year’s Eve conversation with their sons about the Malibu beach house, he and César were on their way to Los Angeles. The Alaska Air flight leaving Reagan National at 9:00 a.m. would deliver them to LAX aroun
The wonders of fiction.
I experimented with these guys a long time ago and was never happy with the way those two stories turned out. Think of this as a franchise reboot. Hey, if they can do it with Spiderman and Superman, I can do it too.
Thanks, bud.
This is meant to be the first installment in a trilogy chronicling how the dolphins left Atlantis and eventually settled in Canada. Part 2 will be released with the fall anthology.
Short stories are supposed to have a twist, right? LOL
I split it into chapters because there were distinct segments to the story. Making it part of the anthology allowed me to publish all of them at the same time. I didn't want people to think I was back to the mini chapters of Singer.
Thank you! I've been wanting to tell the story of the dolphins origin for a while and the Full Moon theme fit perfectly. I have the second part of a trilogy halfway written and I plan on making it part of the fall anthology.
“Go away. I wish to be alone.” The seated man did not need to turn to figure out who had clambered up the rocky promontory and dared approach him. Only one clan member felt comfortable enough around him to disturb his solitude.
Basilios ignored the dismissal. “Your son needs you.” With the familiarity of long-time friends, he placed a hand on the man’s shoulder and gently shook it.
Alketa remained affixed to the stone bench he spent many hours on each day. Its desolate location assur