Welcome to Hereabouts!

“You think there’s more to the story?”

“The story? No. Stories are always simple. The truth, that takes work.”


Welcome to Hereabouts, home to Westfall, A Queen’s Ransom, and Ivan the Brave.

Long Reads

Westfall – Ever have one of those dreams you can’t get out of your head?  Ever have an immortal faerie king take over your free nation?  18-year-old Rose doesn’t believe in rhetorical questions.  (Warnings: violence and violent deaths, some sexual references and language, politics)

Scripts & Screenplays

A Queen’s Ransom Princess Sasha plans to pay her fiance’s ransom with a song, but are the gods really on her side? (Warnings: fantasy violence, some adult themes, death)

Ivan the Brave – Can a kind and simple prince beat an immortal sorcerer?  (Warnings: fantasy violence, death)

Quick Looks

Shorts Shorter works with rhythm, rhyme, and occasionally reason. (TV-PG)

Poems & Songs – Verse and rhyme, written for both fiction and memoir.  (TV-G, mostly)

The Real Life Personal journals on writing and life. (TV-G)

Other Musings

Thereabouts – Cabin fever?  Check out my writer’s blog on Weebly.

 


Images by Pixabay.

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26 Waking the Dead

October 9th, 2033, Grand Canyon Village, Arizona, USA

A car door slammed.  The front seat jostled, as Jill reached back for a seat belt, then jangled the keys about.  With a sigh, she sat back.

Her chest ached.  She felt so small, but its emptiness felt bigger than the canyon.

“What was that about?” asked her passenger. Continue reading

25 To Wear the Crown

September 1st, Year of our Fair Lord 10, Central City, Capital Mansion

It was next that Wheeler arrived, taking the room in long quick strides.  He clenched his hands around the girls’ arms to drag both bodily towards the open wall.  Before Rose could think, they’d crossed a broad threshold, and the wall was swinging shut, first on one side, then the other of a short passageway between this new room and the one they’d left behind. Continue reading

24 To Starve a King

September 1st, Year of our Fair Lord 10, Central City, Capital Mansion

The ups and downs of each stairway or hall had their own brand of pain, but finally Rose stood in an atrium at the corner of two narrow hallways.  The doors opened without anyone behind them. The soldiers snapped to attention and saluted. Continue reading

23 Harbinger

August 31st, Year of our Fair Lord 10, Central City, Mansion Basement

Tori was still unconscious when Rose returned.  She listened to the key in the lock without turning around, without moving.  But as the soldiers’ footsteps receded down the hall, she crossed the small cell to its single bench and sat down on it.  A moment later something in the overhead pipes rumbled. The lights went out one by one down the hall, each with a kind of shuddering thunderclap. Continue reading

21 Storytellers

August 31st, Year of our Fair Lord 10, Central City, Capital Mansion

Drogheda Hound had followed the president and his three secretaries from a conference room, down the hall, and into the president’s office—the seat of the capital’s power, she always told herself in silent awe, not to mention some of the most comfortable couches she knew. Continue reading

20 Fifty-fifty

August 31st, Year of our Fair Lord 10, Ridge Town

Jill slipped around the motel door and cringed at the slight squeaking of the hinges.  The sun was just ghosting the horizon with color. The new moon was high. The increasingly cold nights of approaching autumn had merited a jacket this time.  Jill leaned on the balcony a moment, watching the eastern sky. Continue reading