Tyler Perkins was tired and so very, very cold. The snow fell in huge heavy flakes and that on the ground was deep and getting deeper. He pulled his coat tighter and tucked his chin into it in a vain attempt at finding some kind of warmth. On he trudged, doggedly dragging first one foot then the other out of the snow then plunging it back in. He lifted his head and took in his surroundings. Had he not been… Read more.
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Posts by Rylee Black
“Hurry up Mills, we have to go check on Pop-Pop and make his supper. We’re going to need to hustle. You still need to do your homework and take a shower and I have laundry to get done,” I hollered up the stairs at my daughter then headed back to the kitchen to gather up the things I’d need to fix my grandfather dinner. I slammed open cupboards and fumed. I’d called both my sisters to see if they would… Read more.
March 2010 The storm seemed to come out of nowhere. One minute the skies were clear, the sun was bright making the spring day unusually warm, then the wind whipped up throwing up dirt and whipping tents and awnings making them snap and groan. The sky grew dark, and big heavy raindrops began to pelt the dusty fairgrounds. Nelson Peppernick, who had been cruising the fair for girls, made a mad dash for the closest cover, a deep blue tent… Read more.
I pulled into the small parking lot at the back of the converted Victorian that housed the offices of the attorney who’d contacted me and parked in one of the narrow spaces. Besides my Mercedes, there were three other cars. Did they belong to the people who worked here? Other clients? Or was it possible they were here for the reading of Papa’s will too? If so, who could they be? As far as I knew, I was the last… Read more.
I took the turn off the main road through the barely visible opening in the dense trees like it hadn’t been fifteen years since I’d last done it. As I bumped and jolted along, memories of a time when this uneven and rutted path had once been a smooth and meticulously cared for road tugged at my heart. About a mile up, the trees thinned as I neared the clearing. Butterflies danced in my stomach and my chest tightened in… Read more.
Writing prompt – 300 word limit “This is insane. It’s freezing out here.” Frankie Carothers shoved his hands into his coat pockets and hunched his shoulders. He turned to the group of friends who were gathered with him in Fetchers Hollow. “Do you guys honestly believe that story? I mean come on, a witch who magically appears on Halloween to steal souls? And then carries them around in balloons? Balloons? How lame is that? And we’re in the middle of… Read more.
Short story prompt with a 300 word limit. Picture prompt from Writers Unite! Visit here! I caught sight of Granddaddy sitting his horse at the top of the hill and pulled my horse to a stop just to look. Joseph Waterhouse was a cowboy. A true cowboy. One of the last of a dying breed of men who’d lived their lives on the back of a horse facing everything from a raging blizzard to an angry bear hell bent on… Read more.
*I do not own rights to this picture. ***I'll begin with a disclaimer. I know this will shock you (NOT LOL). I am not a professionally trained writer. I don't have a degree of any sort. And I don't have any books on any 'Best Seller' lists. But I have read about a million books (only a slight exaggeration) and I've been writing and learning the craft for many, many years.*** Conversations. We have them every day (unless you're an… Read more.
I made my way down the overcrowded sidewalk stewing that so few moved out of my path. Could they not see that I was in a hurry? Winter was in the air and I’d forgotten my coat when I’d rushed out my door that morning late for a job I despised. On top of that, my day had been arduous, my boss especially hard to get along with, and I’d left work five minutes too late to make the train… Read more.
June 24 - Present day – Blue Moon Bay, CA Carlie Schafer’s shoulders were hunched up around her ears, and her grip on the steering wheel was white-knuckled. The road to the family’s cabin on the beach was no longer the well-maintained passage from highway to shore she remembered from her childhood. Sometime in the last ten years it had become no more than a narrow path between trees and bushes, all rutted and uneven and littered with large rocks… Read more.
Tommy O’Dell settled himself into the seat of the airplane with a relieved sigh. A small groan slipped out as he shifted to tuck his tattered backpack under the seat in front of him and then another as he lifted arthritic shoulders to wrangle in the seatbelt then snap it shut. He turned eyes, once bright blue but now rheumy and red-rimmed with age, to the young woman next to him. The smile he gave her was sad and his… Read more.
A Writer's Unite! Write The Story Prompt - short story. Story prompt from Writers Unite! Find more stories HERE Police Captain Lindsey Sayers drank in the view. Sunlight filtering through towering pines turned floating particles of dust and dirt into dancing points of light and created bright pockets in the gloom of the forest. A well-maintained path cut through the dense undergrowth and disappeared into the trees, thick shrubs, and clumps of forest grasses ahead. It was a portrait of… Read more.
February 'Write the Story' from Writers Unite! Write the Story Detective Lindsey Sayers contemplated the idea that her new boss hadn’t been totally forth coming about the remoteness of the address she needed to visit as she eased her old sedan up the narrow dirt drive at a snail’s pace. She winced each time a branch scraped against the faded paint or the car bottomed out in one of the deeper ruts. The aging vehicle had served her well for… Read more.
Greetings! Salutations! Oh, who am I kidding – Hi there! I’m Rylee Black . . . well, my pen name is Rylee Black. My real name isn’t important right now. I’m a mystery writer and more who is currently working on two series with five complete books in the first, and two more nearing completion (first book available HERE). I came up with this ramble (with some unsolicited assistance from a couple characters) after skulking in the shadows of a… Read more.