I’d like to introduce you all to Laura Lord. She is not only a great writer but truly a kind, generous and giving person. Laura, without even really knowing me, designed my cover for my e book with the image that I chose. I am very grateful to her.
That being said, I couldn’t pass up this short story submission that Laura wants to share with us, because it’s so creepily good!!
Enjoy the read and Happy Halloween to you all!
Hi guys! It’s me, Laura A. Lord, aka the Mama. I’m a mother (obviously) of two wonderful little monsters, with another on the way, an author, a blogger…the list goes on and on. I am blessed enough to be able to spend most all of my days writing, and have published three books in the last few years. You can check them out on Amazon, and I’ll love you forever, or at least really, really like you. Better even, follow me on wordpress and check out my, almost daily, musings and snippets of life with children, family, the Husband, and my dementia-suffering uncle. Laughter truly is medicine, and I medicate daily.
It is Better
“And so put to death the sinful, earthly things…” Brian began, pausing as his lips fought with the next words. “…lurking with you. Have nothing to do with sexual immority…”
“Immorality, Brian. Immorality,” their teacher, Ms. Grayson, corrected him.
“Immorality, lust, and evil desires. Don’t be greedy, ‘cause a greedy person is an idolater…” His words came faster, catching up and running over one another. “…worshipping all the things in the world. Because these are sins, and God is angry and coming.”
“The anger of God is coming.” Continue reading
I would like to introduce those of you that have not had the pleasure of reading Matt’s work, to Matt Blashil of the blog http://thematticuskingdom.wordpress.com I have been a fan of Matts writing for quite a few months now. I’m honored that he shared this post a short story with me to share on my blog. It is engaging, descriptive and full of suspense. We could all learn a thing or two by reading Matts writing not to mention his awesome poetry…
As an avid backpacker and camper, normally spending about two weeks a year “lost” in the backcountry away from the hustle and bustle of our modern lives, out of cell range, I’ve often pondered how terrifying it would be to encounter something sinister when there was no one to call for help and no shelter to speak of. Tapping into those thoughts, I put together this short story to share here on Writings of a Mrs. It probably isn’t the scariest fiction you will this month, but hopefully some of the intensity I felt while writing it, the pressure, the unrelenting chase, will come through in the words. If at least one of you finds yourself on the edge of your seat by the end I will consider it a job well done. Thanks for reading!
The wet grasses slapped at her hands, cold, stinging pain that she hardly noticed, and the muddy ground sucked at her shoes with each frantic step. It was a struggle to stay upright. Her knees and thighs ached from the exertion. Her lungs burned. Continue reading