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Saint or Sinner? End of the Road @KMNbooks #8sunday #snippetsunday

Recap from last week's snippet: Cecilia reads a disturbing note in her father's journal:  I don't fear the reaper. It's the humans with death in their eyes that scare me shitless. If you're reading this, death found me when my back was turned.

Skipped a few sentences for this snippet...

***The story is in the very early stages and has not been edited.

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She didn't know if they were words he'd written for a song or if he'd written them when he'd been paranoid that someone was following him. Either way, the words chilled her and at the same time, they made her more curious than ever. These were her father's words, his thoughts, and his dreams jotted down on paper. She had a part of him she otherwise would never have had any other way since he died before she could really know him. The media made him seem like an untouchable force to be admired and his bandmates only told her the good things–well mostly the good things. Depended on how much they had to drink. Her father had a reputation as being a rabble rouser and one didn't achieve such a status by being wholesome. He'd been a few fights, drank like he'd been deprived liquids, drugs were like candy to him; so popping pills were probably a part of his staple diet.

For a long time, she'd been angry with him for dying, but then she realized it hadn't been entirely the reason for her anger. It pissed her off that people acted as if they knew him, especially the media and his fans...when all she had were hazy memories and the distorted ones her mother chose to share with her, painting her father as a saint.

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She may find out who the real man is by reading the journal. Hopefully, she won't be disappointed.

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Unofficial Blurb for End of the Road

Lars Gunner, the frontman for Silent Plaids, died 23 years ago and is trapped in limbo until his daughter, Cecilia, unearths his journal and is able to see him. His death was ruled an unfortunate accident, but he's convinced it had to be murder despite the fact he can't recall what happened in his last moments of life. Cecilia seeks the help from Kaleb, a psychic, but as they resurrect the past, the secrets and lies surrounding Lar's rock and roll life just may be the death of them too.

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Just a tad curious… End of the Road @KMNbooks #8sunday #snippetsunday

Last week recap: Cecilia found her father's journal hidden beneath a floorboard. She's referring to her father in this first sentence of the snippet. Before her father died, his bandmates claimed he was paranoid.

The story is in the very early stages and has not been edited.

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He even accused her mother of having someone follow him. It was why at first the authorities believed her father's accident had been a suicide, that he'd been unstable.

She stared at the book and wondered what she should do with it. Give it to her mother?

She stood, placed the last guitar in its place and closed the closet door. She glanced at the book in her hand. She'd be lying if she weren't just a tad curious to know what her father had written. Maybe after she read it and made sure there wasn't anything in it that would upset her mother, she'd give it to her. God knew her mother didn't need anything else to obsess about in regards to her father.

She placed the journal on the desk but as she turned a loud slap against the wood floor had her whirling back with a gasp.

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Would you give the journal to Cecilia's mother?

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Unofficial Blurb for End of the Road

Lars Gunner, the frontman for Silent Plaids, died 23 years ago and is trapped in limbo until his daughter, Cecilia, unearths his journal and is able to see him. His death was ruled an unfortunate accident, but he's convinced it had to be murder despite the fact he can't recall what happened in his last moments of life. Cecilia seeks the help from Kaleb, a psychic, but as they resurrect the past, the secrets and lies surrounding Lar's rock and roll life just may be the death of them too.

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Written Words… End of the Road @KMNbooks #8sunday #snippetsunday

Last week recap: Cecilia found a journal beneath the floorboards and is wondering why it was hidden and who it belongs to.

Now for the snippet.

The story is in the very early stages and has not been edited.

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She slowly flipped through the pages once more and paused to read a passage, then another. The aged worn sheets were filled with bold print and some pages were scrawled in handwriting.

One scribbled laden note read: Talk to Fritz about changing a line on the second stanza of Be it Known. The words aren't clicking with me. Got something else in mind.

There was another note where he jotted down a reminder to buy Phoebe a present for their anniversary. This had to be her father's journal. "But why would you hide it away?" she murmured to herself. It didn't make any sense, but then maybe it did. Fritz said her father had been paranoid the last months before his death.

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Do you think her father hid the journal or someone else?

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Unofficial Blurb for End of the Road

Lars Gunner, the frontman for Silent Plaids, died 23 years ago and is trapped in limbo until his daughter, Cecilia, unearths his journal and is able to see him. His death was ruled an unfortunate accident, but he's convinced it had to be murder despite the fact he can't recall what happened in his last moments of life. Cecilia seeks the help from Kaleb, a psychic, but as they resurrect the past, the secrets and lies surrounding Lar's rock and roll life just may be the death of them too.

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Hidden treasures…End of the Road @KMNbooks #8sunday #snippetsunday

Last week recap: Cecilia knocked down the guitars in the walk-in closet and was putting them back in order when she realized a floorboard had come loose. She could see something hidden beneath it.

Now for the snippet.

This story is a WIP. The story is in the very early stages and has not been edited.

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She slipped out her phone from her pocket of her jeans and used the flashlight to see what had been secreted away beneath the floorboards before she stuck her hand down there to retrieve it. Creepy crawly things could be lurking beneath there for all she knew. However, a second later all thoughts of spiders and other creatures had slipped her mind once she could identify the object as a book. Her fingers curled around the binding and snatched it from its hiding place.

She sat down crossed legged and brushed the dusty film away from the front cover before she flipped through the pages to glance at the contents, which appeared to be handwritten in blue ink. She was about to flip through it again at a slower pace when a photograph fell out from its confines and landed face down beside her knee. She reached for it and turned it over. A chubby-cheeked and all eyes toddler stared back at her and it took her a second more to realize she stared at a photograph of herself. She was probably about two years old here. Her gaze riveted to the book again.

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Could this be her father's journal? What do you think?

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Unofficial Blurb for End of the Road

Lars Gunner, the frontman for Silent Plaids, died 23 years ago and is trapped in limbo until his daughter, Cecilia, unearths his journal and is able to see him. His death was ruled an unfortunate accident, but he's convinced it had to be murder despite the fact he can't recall what happened in his last moments of life. Cecilia seeks the help from Kaleb, a psychic, but as they resurrect the past, the secrets and lies surrounding Lar's rock and roll life just may be the death of them too.

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Something new, something old, something hidden…End of the Road @KMNbooks #8sunday #snippetsunday

Cecilia cleaned up the study her bereaved mother left in shambles. Her mother had been watching old films of her rock-star father who died 23 years ago. She stacked the films away in canisters, intent on putting them away in the walk-in closet but something else caught her eye. Now for the snippet.

This story is a WIP. The story is in the very early stages and has not been edited.

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Five guitars were situated on the floor of the closet, upright and leaning against the wall for support. On impulse, she reached for the candy-apple-red electric guitar with a skull painted on the base.

She could play the piano, but she never mastered the guitar, which now she regretted since Billy Pitts – who played the electric guitar for the Silent Plaids and was one of the best of the best – had offered to teach her, but she rebelled against the idea since it was her father's instrument of choice. It was a stupid rebellion against him for dying and leaving her as if he had a choice, but she had a stubborn streak and it plagued her more times than not; just another trait she inherited from her father or so her mother told her on many occasions.

Her fingers lightly caressed the skull painted white and black before she returned the instrument to it resting place, but it tilted and before she could right it once more, it fell against the guitar standing next to it, then the next went and the next as if the instruments were imitating the domino effect for her benefit. She cringed and hoped she hadn't caused any damage for her carelessness. She sat down on her knees to pick up the instruments and place them back in order. As she reached to place the last one down, her gaze caught sight of the floorboard in the corner sitting askew. It must have been why the guitar had fallen to the side when she'd put it down.

She reached for board and picked it up, intending set it straight, but her gaze landed on something hidden beneath the plank.

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Hmm...I wonder what she found.

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Unofficial Blurb for End of the Road

Lars Gunner, the frontman for Silent Plaids, died 23 years ago and is trapped in limbo until his daughter, Cecilia, unearths his journal and is able to see him. His death was ruled an unfortunate accident, but he's convinced it had to be murder despite the fact he can't recall what happened in his last moments of life. Cecilia seeks the help from Kaleb, a psychic, but as they resurrect the past, the secrets and lies surrounding Lar's rock and roll life just may be the death of them too.

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Can’t escape your past…End of the Road @KMNbooks #8sunday #snippetsunday

This story is a WIP. The story is in the very early stages and has not been edited. We're jumping ahead a few paragraphs.

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"Come here, darlin'," she heard her father say in a gentle tone, making her pause, making her wonder who he was talking to in that sweet voice despite the deep timber of it, but at the same time, she did know. Then the blonde haired toddler, clothed in pink and yellow flower pajamas, waddled into view with her hands outstretched toward him. It was her younger self, wanting her father to hold her. He put down the microphone he'd been gripping on top of the road box–the same one that sat next to the desk in the present–and sank down on his haunches. As he gathered her into his arms and stood, his face lit up and she'd be hard pressed not to see how much he loved her.

"Give your daddy a kiss goodnight, CeeCee," she heard a woman's voice say, but she stood just out of the screen's shot, but she knew it to be her mother's voice. Cecilia had long outgrown the nickname, CeeCee–dubbed by her father–and no one called her by that name anymore.

Her younger self gave her father a slobbery kiss with a big noisy sound to go with it. Her father chuckled and kissed her cheek with the same over exaggerated sound to go with the kiss. "Love you, sweet thing," he told her younger self.

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Nothing like memories coming back to haunt you. lol

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Unofficial Blurb for End of the Road

Lars Gunner, the frontman for Silent Plaids, died 23 years ago and is trapped in limbo until his daughter, Cecilia, unearths his journal and is able to see him. His death was ruled an unfortunate accident, but he's convinced it had to be murder despite the fact he can't recall what happened in his last moments of life. Cecilia seeks the help from Kaleb, a psychic, but as they resurrect the past, the secrets and lies surrounding Lar's rock and roll life just may be the death of them too.

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Camera rolling, slate, action…End of the Road @KMNbooks #8sunday #snippetsunday

This story is a WIP. The story is in the very early stages and has not been edited. We're jumping ahead a few paragraphs.

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She left the full bag beside the couch and strode over to the projector intent on rewinding the reel so she could put it away. Her father had a real passion for film, despite the fact it wasn't all that popular in the 90s when video tape recorders were all the rage. Of course, her father owned a camcorder as well and those videotapes were stored in the library upstairs. His bandmates told her a few stories about her father's dream to be a film director. He used to drive them batty as he followed them around and recorded their every move.

She spotted an empty tin on the edge of the desk and there were other tins stacked on the desk too. It appeared her mother had worked through quite a few reels before ending up with the one loaded on the projector. She reached for reel but as her fingers touched it, the projector turned on with a blast of air that sounded similar to hairdryer and the tick-tick-tick of the film reel added to the machine's antiquated music. Her brows drew together as she stared at the faulty machine in surprise. She reached for the switch to turn it off, but a child's giggle drew her attention and she glanced at the wall where the past had come alive in muted colors and grainy lines.
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Can you guess who is the child starring in the home film?

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Unofficial Blurb for End of the Road

Lars Gunner, the frontman for Silent Plaids, died 23 years ago and is trapped in limbo until his daughter, Cecilia, unearths his journal and is able to see him. His death was ruled an unfortunate accident, but he's convinced it had to be murder despite the fact he can't recall what happened in his last moments of life. Cecilia seeks the help from Kaleb, a psychic, but as they resurrect the past, the secrets and lies surrounding Lar's rock and roll life just may be the death of them too.

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Make-believe or not?… End of the Road @KMNbooks #8sunday #snippetsunday

This story is a WIP. The story is in the very early stages and has not been edited. Did a few creative punctuation to end at a good spot. 🙂

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She glanced around the room that had been untouched by time, a shrine of sorts to her father. His books, his couch, his stereo system that probably been state of the art back when, and heck, his last scribbled notes were still on the desk. She'd been fascinated with the room when she was a kid, most likely because it was considered taboo to go inside.

Her mother's words haunted her. You would say: Daddy's playing his guitar and singing to me.

Had her three-year-old self truly been communicating with her father's spirit? Some believed children were more in tune with the afterlife. She recalled some of her visits home from boarding school–when make-believe was still a big part of her life. She would pretend that her father hadn't died and he was in his study working on his next big hit. She would press her ear against the large wood door and she'd swear sometimes she could hear him in there.

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Now she's starting to remember. Make-believe or not?

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Unofficial Blurb for End of the Road

Lars Gunner, the frontman for Silent Plaids, died 23 years ago and is trapped in limbo until his daughter, Cecilia, unearths his journal and is able to see him. His death was ruled an unfortunate accident, but he's convinced it had to be murder despite the fact he can't recall what happened in his last moments of life. Cecilia seeks the help from Kaleb, a psychic, but as they resurrect the past, the secrets and lies surrounding Lar's rock and roll life just may be the death of them too.

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Spawn of the Nordic God… End of the Road @KMNbooks #8sunday #snippetsunday

About this snippet: Chapter One (Don't Fear) The Reaper Snippet 4  Last week snippet is here.

Cecilia finds her mother at home sitting in the study, a shrine of sorts to her father who died 23 years ago.

This story is a WIP. The story is in the very early stages and has not been edited.

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Her mother gripped a bottle of whiskey in her hand as if it were a lifeline to the here and now. Her mother was only forty-six, looked older without her stage makeup, but she still kept her figure, most likely because she'd forgotten to eat half the time she was on tour. She may be mom to her, but the world knew her as Phoebe Keddie of the Feral Hearts with golden blonde hair, gray eyes, and a curvy firm body that knew how to move in a way that hypnotized and fascinated the audience into dreaming of sex on the long summer nights–or so the reporters liked to say about her. Wonder what they say if they saw her tonight.

The clicking hum of the projector playing behind her mother drew her interest, and she took a few steps into the room to glance at the white wall where her mother's gaze seemed to be fixated and then she realized why there was such a fascination. Her father had recorded all of the band's rehearsals, and apparently, they still had the old reels stored somewhere since one of the rehearsals was being projected on the wall.

She never really knew her father, Lars Gunner, frontman for the Silent Plaids, since he died when she was three years old, but she'd seen plenty photos since the media liked to keep his image alive with videos of his performances and his photographs plastered on the Internet. Lars could almost be called pretty with his Nordic good looks and wide blue eyes, but his five o'clock shadow and longish blonde locks gave him the edge he needed for his rock star image. She was blessed or cursed, depending if they'd ask her, with looking like him–long straight blonde hair, wide blue eyes...yep, she could not deny she was the spawn of the late Nordic god whose songs had rocked the world in the early 90s.

Truthfully, she never cared for the Silent Plaids' music, and if she were to listen to the oldies but goodies, she went for a Civilized Heathens' CD because let's face it, Bellamy Lovel was a babe back then and his curly dark hair was to die for, but most of all his voice and the way he moved was every woman's rock star dream.

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Unofficial Blurb for End of the Road

Lars Gunner, the frontman for Silent Plaids, died 23 years ago and is trapped in limbo until his daughter, Cecilia, unearths his journal and is able to see him. His death was ruled an unfortunate accident, but he's convinced it had to be murder despite the fact he can't recall what happened in his last moments of life. Cecilia seeks the help from Kaleb, a psychic, but as they resurrect the past, the secrets and lies surrounding Lar's rock and roll life just may be the death of them too.

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Mother of the year, she is not… End of the Road @KMNbooks #8sunday #snippetsunday

Welcome to Snippet Sunday! This is a snippet from End of the Road, a WIP ghost story/rock star/mystery romance.

About this snippet: Chapter One (Don't Fear) The Reaper Snippet 3  Last week snippet is here.

Cecilia has been trying to reach her mother. She heads over to her mother's house to check on her.

This story is a WIP. The story is in the very early stages and has not been edited.

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She reached for the light switch and instantly chased the shadows away. "Mom?" she called and her voice echoed off the walls, making the house feel empty and lonely as usual.

She placed her purse and keys on the Mahogany table at the entrance and headed toward the stairs, her boots clicking on the black and white tiled floor as she went. At the foot of the long winding staircase, where she could see the dark landing at the top from where she stood, but she changed directions when she realized where her mother would be. As she neared the study that stood at the end of hall, and right across from the kitchen, she recognized the low and raspy voice belting out the lyrics to the edgy rock and roll ballad.

The door stood ajar, which surprised her since her mother kept the study, a shrine to her father, locked at all times whether she was inside or not. Cecilia usually had to pound on the door to rouse her mother from a drunken state to answer it. Her gaze shifted and she found the reason for the change of habit this year; the doorknob was broken, and the weapon of choice a hammer, which lay on the floor imitating a door jam. Her mother must have lost the key and had to improvise.

Cecilia entered as far as the threshold and spotted her mother slouched on the leather couch wearing a pink nightie that barely covered her to make it decent attire and her golden blonde hair appeared unwashed in its disarray of a half-hazard bun of sorts.

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Unofficial Blurb for End of the Road

Lars Gunner, the frontman for Silent Plaids, died 23 years ago and is trapped in limbo until his daughter, Cecilia, unearths his journal and is able to see him. His death was ruled an unfortunate accident, but he's convinced it had to be murder despite the fact he can't recall what happened in his last moments of life. Cecilia seeks the help from Kaleb, a psychic, but as they resurrect the past, the secrets and lies surrounding Lar's rock and roll life just may be the death of them too.

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