Die Softly

I recently discovered Apple Music. I know what you’re thinking… That’s not new! Okay, you’re right, but I finally decided to give it a try and will even get the first three months free! I’ve literally been listening to it non-stop for two days. Music, for me, inspires my writing. It always has. So, this morning, I found an image and away I went. Love it! 😁

img_0408Die Softly

Rain plummeted to earth; huge drops pelted her painfully.


So cold…

Blue lips trembled…

Cobblestones tore into her tender knees; blood lightly curled within the flowing rainwater, like a fragile pink flower that shattered and dissipated in the rivulets.

Her gaze focussed fervently upon the sweet, familiar face of the man who’d raised her. Who’d loved her no matter how badly she behaved. Who’s smile had encouraged her to be herself, to follow her dreams. And, that was exactly what she’d done.

Overconfident, pushy and outspoken, she’d stirred one too many hornets’ nests.

…and her father had paid for it.

Forced to watch as her father was tortured…

Dragged through the streets and publicly crucified…

His death, agonizing…

Left for all to see…

The ache in her heart was more than she could stand. Sobs, that had long since ripped apart her throat, still moved past a slack-jaw, silently.

They were no fools. They knew hurting her would never stop her.

This was far more effective…

This would gut her…

This would destroy her…

…killing her softly…



I’m officially on holidays, and I’m feeling great.  The weather here has been surprisingly nice.  I’d have to say this has been a mild winter.  I think I can actually see summer on the horizon…way…over…there… 🌴 😎

The other day, I worked on another creative snippet.  I had a wee bit of trouble getting into it for some reason, but then it just started to work.  Gotta love that.



She’d taken this shortcut a million times, but tonight, something was off. She couldn’t put her finger on it. Half the fluorescent lights above her head were burned-out, and the remaining ones buzzed and flickered like a cheap bug zapper. Shadows danced eerily upon stoney walls. A hint of vapour swirled low and wound itself around around her legs. She sidestepped it, watching it warily. The hair at the nape of her neck twitched, making her itchy and adding to her discomfort.

She smelled it before she heard it; a foul, decaying, nauseating smell. She wrinkled her nose, and swallowed back the bile that scalded her throat. Something shifted and moved in the darkness ahead. She swallowed again and again, trying to moisten the dryness in her throat. Her heart skipped a beat, then skittered and throbbed hard against her chest. Blood pulsed loudly in her ears.

There was a soft growl. She almost missed it. But it wasn’t ahead of her…it was behind her

She trembled, hard. And each short, raspy breath ricocheted from her tight, aching lungs and hissed softly between clenched teeth. She heard cavernous jaws open, and hot, fetid breath moved her hair. Thick, slimy saliva dripped onto the back of her head. Her eyes bulged in terror…but there was no time to scream.




Dark Pleasures

Smack dab in the middle of Canada, we’re feeling the bite of winter, and up to our eyeballs in snow. Gotta love living in a place where snowblowers, winter tires, and a working furnace are key to surviving the Canadian winter.

For me, bundled in my cozy “Game of Thrones” blanket, listening to good tunes, and sipping on a hot coffee, I suddenly felt inspired. I know, it’s weird, but thas how I roll. 😁

Athough it’s been a while since I last posted on my blog, I’m always expressing my creative energy in one way or another. Lately, I’ve gotten back to dabbling with creative snippet writing exercises; I grab an image from online and let my imagination go. The nice thing about these exercises is that I can go on for as long as I want, or just create a brief snapshot of whatever pops into my head. Yup, yup, I love it!

Dark Pleasures

Dawn pierced through dense, gray clouds, and tendrils of light danced and sparkled upon choppy water. Broken timber and broken bodies crack the water’s surface, bobbed, then disappeared, only to break the surface again beneath the turbulent tutelage of the ocean.

Canvas snapped overhead. Mast timber creaked and moaned. Ropes groaned and strained. Feet planted upon a roughly hewn deck, the stance wide, guarded against the sway and roll of the ship. Blackened wood and masts remained hidden from view, obscured by a dingy overcast. The distant ships were unaware they had an observer.

Blue eyes watched the line of ships in the distance with interest. Their struggle amused him. The storm reeked havoc upon their fleet, the loss of life was staggering. He put the spyglass to his eye again. At the moment, he didn’t need to do a thing; Mother Nature in all her glory was taking care of things for him. The cries of the dying tickled his senses. He wondered if Farrow was amongst them. But no matter, if the sea did not swallow his miserable hide, the blue-eyed man would allow him to taste his cutlass.

His own ship rocked and pitched in the raucous ocean, and he was soaked to the bone. But he had absolute faith in his crew. His men moved quickly and silently, tending to his ship’s every need, allowing their captain his small pleasure. The captain tucked the spyglass into his belt and nodded at his first mate.

“To shore, Mr. Talbot,” the captain ordered. “We shall tend to the tempest’s leavings on the morrow.”

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New Book Kudos!

After a stretch of anti-social-media-ness, I recently reconnected with some of my favorite peeps from the writer’s group, Off the Wall. I’m so excited and want to wish my friends congrats! on their recent publishing venture! They published an anthology called, Into the Woods, and it contains stories, case reports, poetry, photo essays, and more on the elusive Sasquatch.

If you are looking for a fun book, look no further; these writers rawk!! =)

Bleed into the Light

A lil while ago, I was listening to dubstep and out of the blue I broke out into song and belted out these words (following the pic):


Bleed into the Light

Schizophrenic, baby
You let me inside
And I shatter your mind
The voice you hear
Is mine
Your screams splinter and crack the sky
Letting the darkness bleed into the light
The world closes in
And no one can hear your cries
Schizophrenic, baby
I’m coming for you tonight

I quickly wrote it down and forgot about it. I stumbled across it the other day and had to laugh and decided to share it.

….at least I didn’t sing it. 😀