Cecilia has tucked her mother into bed and has cleared all the mess her mother left behind on the coffee table.
Tag: ghost story
Make-believe or not?… End of the Road @KMNbooks #8sunday #snippetsunday
Once Cecilia’s mother was safely tucked beneath the covers in her bed, she returned to the study with a trash bag, intent on cleaning up the mess before she headed home for the night.
Pity party for one… End of the Road @KMNbooks #8sunday #snippetsunday
Cecilia’s mother is watching a film of her dead husband’s band rehearsal, but Cecilia turns off the projector, making her mother acknowledge she is there.
She’s no saint… End of the Road @KMNbooks #8sunday #snippetsunday
Cecilia’s mother is watching a film of her dead husband’s band rehearsal. Cecilia for a moment feels sorry for her mother, knowing the woman never got over losing her husband.
It’s going to be a long night… End of the Road #8sunday #snippetsunday
umping ahead a few paragraphs. Cecilia has been trying to reach her mother, who is a rock star, a bit messed up, and not answering her phone.
Fun Friday: Kimberly Crest Mansion @KMNbooks @SandraSookoo
Take a virtual tour at the Kimberly Crest Mansion in Redlands, California! Hollywood tidbit and ghost sighting information included.
Six Sentence Sunday: The Spirit of Love #1
It’s Six Sentence Sunday!
A tragic accident leaves Brynna and Travis devastated. Instead of turning to each other for comfort, they drift apart. However, they must complete one more assignment—set on an old ship, The Queen Mary, during Yule, one of the most haunted times in the Celtic calendar. It is believed souls of the dead prevail and anam cara—soul friends can visit.
Will Travis and Brynna confront the spirit of love, allowing them a chance to heal and find their way back to each other?
Ghostly Embrace (Halloween Short Story)
Jenna stood on the bridge, looking over the water some thirty feet below. Her hair fluttered behind her as the the breeze lifted it off her shoulders .The wind had a bite to it, but soon it wouldn’t matter. She couldn’t go on, not like this. Not without him. He was gone and her heart was broken. Yet…
“I can still feel you, Collin, your warmth encircling me, the touch of your hand… ” A sob escaped her lips, choking her words. She met him in college and they married soon after. “Three years. We only had three years. It wasn’t enough!” she shouted to the heavens.
She knew it was impossible to feel him. Collin died in the car crash, leaving her to face a life without him.
Her gaze fixated on rushing water below. Would it hurt when she jumped? She stepped onto the railing and leaned forward. She lifted her foot, but the scent of Collin’s cologne tickled her nose. She hesitate, her hands clutching the railing.
“Please don’t do it, sweetheart,” Collin’s voice caressed her like a kiss.
“Collin?” She turned, hoping against all hope he stood behind her. She lost her footing and slipped. Her scream lodged in her throat from the sudden drop, but instead of plunging to her death, invisible hands pulled her back. She scrambled down off the railing, hugging herself.
“It’ll be all right.” She heard Collin’s voice in her head.
She closed her eyes as a tear slid down her face.
“Love you always, Jenna,” his whisper felt warm against her ear as if he stood beside her. Then she felt it. The tender pressure of his goodbye kiss. “Live for both of us.”