Carrie fished around in her purse for something that would help her with the collection of the sample. Finding a package of pocket tissues, Carrie emptied the tissues from the package into the bottom of her purse. Setting her purse on the floor behind her, she crouched down with a tissue in one hand and the plastic package in the other.
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Carrie stared down at the carpet in front of her. The spot was definitely red. Not orange or brown, but red. A deep red. One she recognized from years of looking at red stains on carpets, as being blood. Not having her evidence kit with her, she knew she’d have to get creative to not contaminate the sample.
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As Carrie watched in silent terror, the fog began to change around her. Swirling and climbing up over her head, a shape began to manifest. Her feet froze her in place as her skin became clammy. ‘No!’ Her mind yelled out, ‘It’s not possible!’ And as the heavy mist completed its transformation, Carrie’s eyesight went black.
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I was sitting on the stool so I could see the door out of the corner of my eye. It opened and the little bell above the door jingled merrily. Sipping my red wine, I pretended not to care who had just come in. In the mirror behind the bar I saw him and nearly spit my drink out on the bartender. There he was, but he wasn’t the man I remembered.
The dweeb I had dated in high school was now sleeved, muscled and hot! I wiped the wine from my lips on a napkin and wondered if I could hide before he saw me. Too late, our eyes met and he frowned.
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Wind whistled around the corner of my building, raising to a howl as it rounded the corner and rushed past the balcony. Suddenly, it began to pour. I glanced out my 17th floor window and saw a flash of lightening. Grimacing, I turned my attention back to my computer screen. In the seconds when I had looked away, my screen had now become a mess of pixels.
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The celestial body was at its apex and Moriah knew it was time. Turning from the water, she placed her sacrifice on the ground and began to chant. The moon shone on the water behind her and as Moriah recited the ancient words, a figure rose from the depths.
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Poetry this time:
A heart, withered and scorched
Beats failing and weak
Floundering for air it lurches
And bumps
Along this fated journey
This dusty path
To a shore that no longer
Houses the traveler
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Hello Writers and Readers!
I have published a new book on Amazon that will be free for the next 5 days. This is a book based on true life events as they were told to me by the person it happened to. Here’s some information on the book:
Ghostly Bounty: The True Story of Wealth Beyond the Grave
Larry is an average guy with above average dreams. Taking his future into his own hands, he invests in a house flipping project. Everything is going according to plan until treasure is discovered in the basement wall.
Mysterious events and disappearances begin to plague the project as Larry struggles to finish the remodel before his money runs out. Desperate for help, Larry turns to paranormal resources and learns that the house he purchased never really belonged to him at all.
***** Based on true life events. *****
Check it out for free from March 11, 2013 to March 15, 2013! And don’t forget to leave me a raving review. 🙂
If you have an Amazon Prime account, you can also check it out for free.
Here’s the link: Ghostly Bounty on Amazon
Ghostly Bounty by Eileen Maki
The True Story of Wealth Beyond the Grave
If you are looking to make a little extra money doing something you love (writing), then iWriter is a great resource for you.
iWriter is a forum that posts writing jobs from clients and you can register as a writer and pick items to work on. There are three levels of ‘Writer’ that you can achieve. When you first join, you earn the lower rates, of course, until you achieve high feedback rankings with clients. This can take a lot of time, or you can do the Fast Track program to earn a higher Writing rank faster.
iWriter lists writing jobs for articles, eBooks, and reWrites. They can vary in length greatly, depending on what the client needs. There is an excellent tutorial on how to use the site located at the bottom of the page HERE. iWriter pays writers via PayPal and you can choose how often and when you get paid from four different choices.
Payment options are:
Completed articles are checked for uniqueness and spelling/grammar. So, do your best work. Clients do have the option of rejecting your work if it does not meet their criteria or is poorly written.
Each assignment listed on the board has specific requirements. You can choose specific topics like Automotive or Technology and then each client will have keywords or instructions for how they want the piece written.
So, just to give you an example, you can view the job board and filter and limit the jobs by your criteria. Or, you can just view all jobs. Once you see one you are interested in, the listing appears like this:
You can view additional information about the order by clicking on the gray plus sign in the top left corner of each listing. Clicking on the gray plus sign button will show additional information like this:
So you can now view the keywords available. If this client had more than one order, you could see all the orders from this client at the same time by clicking the gray plus sign button. Now, you can click on the Special Instructions button to view the specifics on the order. Here is an example of Special Instructions:
This particular example is pretty specific, but many of the orders don’t have any special instructions other than using a specific keyword. If you decide you would like to write this order, close the Special Instructions by clicking on the green Close button. Then, you can click on the green Write Article button.
Each order has a time limit and you must complete the order in that time frame. Sometimes, the time limit is only a few hours, so make sure you will be able to finish the order in the time frame allowed.
The more orders you write that are accepted and receive good feedback, the higher your writer ranking will become. Once you have completed, 30 reviews with a 4 out of 5 rating or higher, you will be a Premium Writer and will get paid more for your writing. From there, you will need to get 30 reviews at the Premium level and have a 4.6 rating overall to gain the Elite Writer ranking and get paid even more for your writing.
In all, it’s a pretty cool resource for earning money with your writing. I write a few articles in my ‘spare time’ and get a few hundred dollars a month. It doesn’t pay all the bills, but it definitely covers a few.
Check it out. iWriter.com
Every once in a while I write a OneWord prompt piece and I’m sad that my time is up. So, this morning, I decided to fire up my Write or Die Desktop edition and write for 15 minutes on the prompt I started this morning. So, without further ado, here is 15 minutes of off-the-cuff writing on the word ‘Cave’.
The curtains were drawn, giving the room a cave-like darkness. Mark stood with his back to the window. Mindy could see the outline of his shoulders and head, but the rest of his body was lost in the darkness. She stayed where she was, straining in the dark to see what she knew he held in his hands. He moved and she realized he was smoking. A cloud of smoke was barely discernible in the dark, his breath the only sound.
Mindy didn’t know why he had called her here, but she knew he was dangerous. She took a step forward and heard his intake of breath.
“I’m here, Mark.” She said in his general direction.
“Yes.” He said. “I see that.”
They were both silent a moment more as she thought of her next move. Mindy knew he had the upper hand in this situation, but she needed to find out what he knew about Paul’s death. Taking a deep breath, Mindy crossed the remaining distance between them until she stood just before him. He took a step back and Mindy realized she had surprised him with her sudden movement.
“What do you want?” She half-whispered.
He was silent and she wanted to scream at him. Instead, she reached behind his back and whipped one of the curtains to the side, letting the light in. Mark threw his head away from the light as if he had been shot and growled at her. Mindy stood her ground and it was Mark’s turn to look frightened.
“Close it.” He said, with his face still turned away from the light source.
“No.”
Quickly, he moved toward her and she realized why he had it dark in the room. The entire right side of his face was scarred. Instinctively, she reached to touch his face, concern in her heart.
“Oh my god, Mark. What happened?”
“Like you care!” He growled at her and pulled the curtains violently closed once again.
Mindy’s hand dropped to her side. “Of course I care, Mark.” If he could see her eyes, he would know the hurt she felt and that she truly did care.
“The only reason you came was because of Paul, Mindy. I’m not stupid. You just want to know what happened.”
She was silent.
Mark reached out, grabbing her shoulders in his hands and gave her a tiny shake. “Isn’t that why you’ve come? Not because I called and needed you, not because I wanted you here, but because you wanted information about Paul.”
He released her, moving away from her body. His hands fluttered in the air like dying birds and finally settled in the pockets of his khakis.
Mindy stood motionless for a few moments, looking at his downturned shoulders. She moved towards him, wanting to reach out but not knowing how after all that had passed between them.
She took a step in his direction just as he spoke again.
“Did you ever love me, Mindy?” He was quiet, his voice defeated and sad.
She didn’t have to think about the question at all. She knew the answer.
“Yes, Mark. You know I did.”
He turned around and she could see the desperation on his face. His eyes searched hers, her face and settled on her hands.
“Then why?”
She looked at him, not knowing what to say. How could he ask her that? How could he pretend not to know why she had left him for his brother?
“You know why, Mark.” Anger laced her voice. “Don’t pretend you don’t know. You just didn’t think I knew. But I did. I knew. I knew all of it.”
His brows furrowed as he listened to her words. “What are you talking about, Mindy?” His voice was low and warry.
“The baby, Mark. Are you really going to make me say it all outloud? Your disgusting actions, your complete disregard for our marriage, your disrespect for me?”
He waited a beat, watching her face for signs of false emotion. There were none. She believed what she was saying.
“Mindy. I really have no idea what you’re talking about. I never disregarded our marriage. And you were everything to me. I would never disrespect you. Who told you these things?”
Doubt flashed in her eyes. She studied his face. Finding no fault with his words or his mannerisms, her heart skipped. What if it was all wrong? What if none of it was true?
“Oh my god.” She said, her hand covering her mouth as tears began to fall. “Oh my god.”
Turning, Mindy ran from the room and Mark heard his front door slam.
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