A hooded figure snuck around the corner to the dark hallway. What in the hell am I doing here?Ī cone of light expanded on the floor as the confessional door opened. Even the smells stay the same, burnt bees wax from the Blessed Virgin Mary chapel, where several prayer candles were lit and much more had burned out. She remembered it from her mother’s funeral, everyone’s funeral. The painting had been in the church for as long as the rocks had been holding up the walls. Her fingers tightened to white as she scanned the familiar blood trails dripping from His side and head. She stopped midway and wiped the water on her pants.Ī spotlight flickered over the enormous painting of Jesus hanging from the ceiling in a cut-out shape of a crucifix. Her hand moved to her forehead in a gesture she had performed since she was old enough to walk. It was warm, being pumped from beneath to stay alive. She braced herself against the pool wall, some of her fingers slipping into the water. Stacy paced the floor around the elevated baptismal pool, her soft shoes making the tiniest whisper on the stones.
JDark Splinters Sins of the Mother By Helena Younger Now go experience the Dark Splinters they created. I was very fortunate to have a number of mentors and teachers to help me hone my craft, and I can’t begin to tell you how honored I am to be one of the same for these extraordinary writers. It made me look back at the years when getting my own feet wet. The progress I have seen during the editing process-watching them take the editorial critique I gave them and actually making it work-has been inspiring. I can’t tell you how proud I am of these folks. Some are seasoned veterans with polished gold, and some are newbies with this being their first attempt at writing a short story. What you are about to read is a collection of stories from writers (from various parts of the world) working on varying levels in the craft. No themes or genres to adhere to-just writing what they had in their hearts. We had a number of classes where I tasked the students to write a story within a specific set of guidelines. This book is a result of an online writing course I created a few years ago. The more we experience in life, and the more we learn and practice the art, the better our work will turn out. When we endeavor to take up the craft of writing fiction, we have to start from ground zero. are purely coincidental.Įvery journey has its humble beginnings. Any resemblances to actual persons, places, locales, events, etc. All names, characters, and places are the product of the author’s imagination, used in fictitious manner. No portion of this book may be copied or transmitted in any form, electronic or otherwise, without express written consent of the publisher or author.Ĭover art in this book copyright © 2021 Michael Knost and Seventh Star Press.ĭark Splinters is a work of fiction.
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