THE THREE LITTLE SISTERS

Silent Invasion : Monsterous Beginnings

Silent Invasion: Chapter 1: Monstrous Beginnings

Layla stepped out onto her front porch listening to the birds chirping in the woods next to her Elliot Lake home. She had just moved here from the city to escape the rat race and the daily grind of city life. Elliot Lake was a beautiful little town surrounded by woodlands and lakes of varying sizes. The town was small with mostly retired people and a good number of younger families.


Preview to The Fallen

Shreveport was balmy and wet in the Spring time, it always soaked you to the bone when it was like this. Len grunted at the red light as he waited impatiently in his Jeep for it to turn to green. Market street was always busy at five pm with the rush hour craziness of people on a war path to get home.


Let’s Talk Shop

Let’s talk about Silent Invasion. Yesterday you saw the very first installment of the serial chapter novel. Some of you might have even seen the serial before (possibly, maybe not but you never know).

The Prologue starts you, the reader off with Gus. Good old Gus. An old fella with a wife whose in the beginning stages of dementia and a very badly neglected barn the city has been after him for.


Story Time

Gus grunted as he rolled over in bed trying to pull more covers over his bare chest. The old lady was hogging the blankets again he thought to himself as he opened his eyes to tell her so only to find she was not in bed at all. Gus glanced at the alarm clock and then around the room.


Book to Movie

Putting who is the best at Pennywise aside, I want to talk about a little bit of a controversial part of IT. One that a lot of people are starting to bring up now that the two new movies are making the rounds.

I want to talk about what a lot of people are referring to as the “child orgy” scene in the book.


Chalk Junior

Guest Youth Story-Chalk Jr. Long ago, before chalk was a basic classroom object, they were hard workers in the Congo rain forest producing food for the trees. The limestone in their blood gave the trees energy to grow, but in order to feed the trees, the chalk people had to sacrifice one hundred lives every five years. They were okay with it though, because it let everyone else live; it was considered an honor to be chosen.


From One To Three

It started out in different parts of the world. One would use the name Saga Press to self publish her own book while the other would use Alainn Epub to self publish hers. Both in other niches of the big wide world of publishing. All the while the third toiling with her own writings from the center of her community hub, in fact the very same one the first shared with the third.


5 Years Now, Here’s to Another 5

I remember the day I saw the post for a cover. Embracing Heathenry. I figured, why not help a fellow weaver of stories out. Turns out we have quite a bit in common.


The Bone Jar: Killer of the Writers Block

This project seems to have taken on a life of its own. Quite literally, it is screaming to be let out into the light of day like some centuries old corpse that has been waiting for its time in the lime light.


Bad Guy Turned Good Guy

I know, that was complicated for an explanation. I keep seeing it in my minds eye. The first page a drawing of a guy (and oh my lord my google searches must be throwing red flags, be careful how you google stuff *eye roll*) has his back to a wall in a room, a child clinging to him, on his haunches, he has been injured…shot several times.