Dare I sleep?

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Tucked into my bed, alone! No part of me exposed to the air, hiding, scared, no sleep for me tonight.
When will I be safe again?
The air moves, I feel it.
“Who’s there?”
No reply.
I’ve come for your unborn child.
I know my fears are talking to me. I’m alone with my fear, conjuring up terrors that don’t exist.
The bedcovers slowly glide down the bed and onto the floor.
Icy air touches my skin. Cold, dirty air, tainted with an evil presence.
“Won’t someone please, HELP ME!”
I shouted to an empty room. No one heard.
I clutched my stomach and prayed.

Lingering Evil – Shadows

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“Who’s there?” I asked again.

Whispers in the darkness! Distorted shadows moved past the end of the bed and deepened in the corner of the room.

Les sat up sleepily. “What’s going on? Are you having one of your dreams?”

I sometimes had dreams that turned out to be premonitions, Les was used to them, but they were unpredictable.

“No, someone touched me!”

I was wide awake.

The Ticking of the Engine

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Glancing back at my car, I expected to see Viktor sitting in the passenger seat, an evil grin on his face, but there was nothing there. What I’d heard was most likely the ticking of the engine cooling down. Alfa Romeos ran hot, just like the Italians, and I drove it hard. There was nothing to see, but I felt a sudden chill, the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end.

“Come on, let’s get you inside, you’re shaking. You need a hot, sweet cup of tea.”

I barely heard Shirley’s words, but allowed her to lead me up the stairs to our office.

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Yes, I’m writing again. This is the follow-up to Dead of July which I published back in 2013. You can only write when the time is right!!!

The Pregnancy

 

cobs-product-pane-di-casa-loaf-650x458February and March of 1984 flew by. My body began to change and swell with pregnancy. It was uncomfortable, but exciting. Morning sickness visited me in the afternoon rather than the morning, which was fortunate because the only thing that seemed to soothe it was hot fresh bread. I craved it constantly. A British bakery food truck visited our area every couple of days, and I stood by the window every afternoon after work, waiting for it to arrive. I’d smell its delicious aroma before the truck arrived, and was usually down in the car park waiting for it.  The bread van was driven by an ex-squaddie who decided to stay in Germany when his time with the British Army was done. I was glad he made that decision.

Bohemian Ending!

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I saw Bohemian Rhapsody yesterday, it inspired my writing a little. I’m currently writing the sequel to “Dead of July”, already chose the ending “Lingering Evil”.

Lingering Evil starts in February of 1984, two years after my last book ended. Sheila still lives in Germany, but her life has been fun. No more encounters with Evil Russians’ dead, or alive, until she finds out she’s pregnant. Then things change a little.

Where does Bohemian Rhapsody come into this? Live Aid! I think the Live Aid concert in July 1985 is a good place to end this book!

Dead of July

Ghosts on the Sand

Dead of July – The Sequel

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Dead of July was the book I had the most fun writing, I lost myself in the past. So much of this book is real. The eighties, the fun, the excitement! I was in my twenties in this book, a good time for anyone!
I finished Ghosts on the Sand a couple of weeks ago. Since publishing it on Amazon I’ve had some great feedback, particularly from the folks in Brompton on Swale, Catterick and Richmond, which is where most of the stories are set.
Now its time to go back to the eighties and write the sequel to Dead of July. There is still a lot to write. Sheila found out she was pregnant on Valentine’s Day of 1984. She was both happy and terrified at the thought of being a mum…I can say no more. Watch out for my next book, Lingering Evil, the sequel to Dead of July.

Both of my books are available on Amazon for a mere $0.99. I’m not famous (yet) so I can’t demand Stephen King type prices…but maybe one day!

Dead of July

Ghosts on the Sand

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Back to my Roots

When I published my two short stories I used Smashwords,and sold quite a few copies. Because Smashwords was new and Amazon was bigger and much more established I decided to use Amazon exclusively. I did pretty well on sales at first, but then got lost in the billions of bigger, better and more recognized authors.

As an unknown I’ve decided to give Smashwords a try again, why wouldn’t I. It converts my books to just about any type of eReader out there giving me a much wider audience. Dead of July is $3.99 on both Smashwords and Amazon. 

Give me a boost, click on either of the links below and buy a copy! I’d love to hear your review.

Smashwords

Dead of July – Amazon

Dead of July by Sandra Thompson

Marianna was on her knees next to me, still gripping the belt with one hand. Quick as a flash, she brought up her other hand, fist clenched, ready to punch me in the face. I raised my arm and blocked her. She was strong. I thought my arm would break. Tugging the belt out of my grasp, she prepared to swing it again. I fell to the ground with my hands clasped behind my head, trying to protect myself, waiting for the next blow. She wasn’t used to someone fighting back and I could tell her temper was bubbling out of control. I know she meant to kill me.

Please DON’T get me to the church on time – Dark Angel

“Mum, I really don’t want to go to church, I have too much to do.” I insisted.

My mum’s voice sounded weary. “Lucy, for me, please. I promised Reverend Laybourn you’d come. He’s worried about you.”

“Tell him to go and tend to the parishioners who need him, I don’t.” I said sharply. Did I hear my mum sob? I was tired. Sleep had eluded me for several nights. The truth was, I was afraid to sleep, afraid of where my dreams took me.

“For your dad, Lucy, go in memory of your dad.” That was a blow below the belt, but it got my attention and I felt guilty.

“OK mum, I’ll go to church. I’ll see you there. Ten o clock right?”

“I’ll pick you up at 9:30.” she said. Damn, there was no way of getting out of it was there? She hung up the phone before I could object.

St. Pauls ChurchI started feeling nauseous at around 9:15 and by the time my mum arrived I was quite sick. After waiting it the car for five minutes, she came up to see what was wrong. “You look as white as a sheet, are you alright?” she asked.

“Not really mum, I think I should stay here, go to church without me.”

She pursed her lips in determination. “You are going to church, it’s cool in there, it will make you feel better.” Fighting with her was pointless so I followed her down to the car. The closer we got to the church, the worse I felt. I could barely muster up strength to get out of the car. We walked slowly toward St. Paul’s, a place of worship I’d frequented often as a child and teenager. A place I didn’t want to go anymore. When we reached the gate, I could go no further. With my my hand on the wall to support me, I bent down and threw up. My mum stepped back. “Oh dear,” she said, “You really are sick, let me get you some water.” As he walked towards the church, I stood up, suddenly full of energy and snarled, “Just make sure it’s not holy water.” The laughter that followed, coming from my own mouth, wasn’t mine, and it scared me.

My mum turned around and looked at me, clearly shaken, then she stood in front of me and slapped my face, hard.

If you enjoy my short stories, give my novel Dead of July a try.

Now available on Amazon

Dead of July by Sandra Thompson

 

Book Sale!

I’m fairly new to the world of writing, and unknown to all be a few. My marketing skills aren’t great. I have a family, a home and a full-time job. Why would anyone want to spend $4.99 to read my book? I get it!

Starting August 4th for one week only, the kindle edition of Dead of July will be on sale for $1.99. Give it a try, take a chance on me! I would love to hear from you after you read it.

Dead of July by Sandra Thompson