Shattered

Shattering window glass. Against a White background.

Shirley never finished her sentence.
The window just to the right of us exploded inwards. Splinters of glass flew towards us like tiny missiles. No time to move, we instinctively covered our heads with our hands and ducked. I felt tiny shards of glass hitting the back of my right hand, which was closest to the window. It only lasted a few seconds, but it seemed much longer. When I felt safe again I sat up Shirley’s head was on the table, she wasn’t moving.
The kitchen door burst open and Gay appeared. “Don’t move, I’ll call the medic’s.” Monica was right behind her, she looked at me “You okay?” she asked. “Yes, Shirley, are you alright?” Shirley lifted her head slowly, no blood on her face, her hands and hair had protected her head, but there was red mark on her forehead. She must have hit her head on the table.
She looked groggy. Her eyes wouldn’t focus!

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.

Beware the Quiet Writer

I’ve been reading Stephen King as long as I can remember. From his very first story to his very last, and enjoyed ever single one. His last book, The Outsider, may have been my favorite. I say that and then I remember the Mr. Mercedes trilogy, and Dr. Sleep. Oh and then there are his novellas. His writing changed to suit the era, but I was drawn into every single book. When I read Stephen King I don’t open a book, I reconnect with old friends.

Why am I telling you this? Because I’ve been quiet for a while! My brain has been active though, and now, its ready to go. I’m writing for 1984, the era, the style, the times. My Dead of July sequel is progressing. You can’t rush, or force a good story. It needs to flow naturally. I want my readers to put it down, take a deep breath and think about me. I’m not Stephen King, I’m Sandra Thompson, but I want folks to remember what I’ve written, from Dead of July to….wherever it ends.

Stephen King, you had me at Carrie!

Dead of July (Small)

A Valentine’s Day Surprise

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Valentine’s day 1984

Dortmund, Germany

“Congratulations, you’re going to be a mum.”
I was stunned!
“What? Are you sure?”

“Yes no doubt about it! You look surprised, you were planning a family weren’t you?”

“Yes, but I just didn’t expect it to happen this quickly?”
The young Army Captain’s piercing blue eyes focused on me from across the desk. “You are one of the lucky ones, some people try for years to get pregnant. You are happy about it right! You wanted this baby didn’t you?”

His handsome face looked concerned, “Do you want me to talk to your husband?”

“What, no, this is great news,” I replied, “I’m just not sure I know how to be a mum.”

The young Captain laughed out loud.

This is the sequel to my first novel Dead of July. It starts with good news, a baby, but soon things go bad and once again Sheila is fighting for her life and trying to preserve the life of her baby! 

The Icy Grip of Death!

I hit the ground hard. Gasping for breath I sat up. Help! Where am I. I heard the screeching of brakes and smelled burning rubber. Glass shattered. Where am I?

I was light-headed and my vision was blurry. A nebulous shadow hovered in front of me.

And then I saw smoke rings.

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The smoking man looked down at me and smiled. I shivered as I felt his love overpower me.

“Its time to come with me. I’ve waited so long.”

He sad eyes filled with longing. This man’s life had ended a long time ago, but he couldn’t rest, he was waiting for someone. Surely he wasn’t waiting for me. I didn’t know him.

“I don’t know you. Why do you want me?”

I was cold, shivering, but I knew I was still alive and I wanted to stay that way. I tried to stand, but I was weak and oh so tired. Fight it, come on, fight it now.

The tinkling of bells seemed far away, but I heard them. Rings on her fingers and bells on her toes, from where she comes, nobody knows…

The beautiful face of the young gypsy girl filled my thoughts. I smelled roses and lavender! My body was light. A tingling started in my chest and radiated through my body. It was a happy feeling. Can this be death? Am I dying? If I am I like it!

Then a dark oppressive presence overshadowed me. The tingling stopped. The smoking man looked behind me. Anger spread across his face and for the first time I heard him speak. His words were angry.

“Leave us be, its time to leave us be!”

Icy fingers surrounded my heart. It was more than fear, it was death!

To read my first novel go to Dead of July

Help from the Other Side – Dark Angel

441605-priestWhy are you putting up such a fight? No words broke the silence, she spoke directly into my mind. I answered her the same way.

“When I die, I want it to be under my terms, not yours. Your trickery made me want you for a while, but I see through it now. You don’t fool me anymore.”

I saw my dad’s face fresh and clear in my mind’s eye. Who was with him?

I’ve offered you eternal life. You can travel anywhere, see everything. Enjoy things you never dreamed possible. 

“All at the expense of others. My life is on this earth, not in a dark evil world of shadows. I believe in God.”

She cackled loudly and moved closer to me, Her dark beauty terrified me.

“Close your eyes Lucy, don’t look into her face.” It was my dad’s voice. I did as he said. Her face was still there, but not so clear. “Dad who’s with you? I see someone.”

“It’s Alfie, remember your uncle? He was a Desert Rat with me in Egypt, he was the battalion padre too. He’s here to help.”

I remembered him well, but wasn’t sure my kind uncle could help me. I hoped death protected him, no one else should suffer. Feeling the pressure mounting around me I called Father Angelo. Something was about to happen and I needed his help. He didn’t answer, my apartment was silent. As I looked towards the bathroom door it slammed shut. I needed Father Angelo and rose to bang on the door and get his attention. When I tried to stand I couldn’t. I was paralysed.

Come to me of your own will, or I’ll simply take you. There’s no one to help you now. 

“Why do you want me? Whats so special about me?”

You’ve been close to death and have darkness hidden within you. A darkness that would make us one. A darkness that could easily bubble into something thoroughly evil with my help. We could ride together and cause havoc in this boring world.  

I felt her touch me again, and something inside me liked it.

“Dad.”

“I’m here. Remember when we went on vacation to Cornwall?”

The minute he spoke the darkness inside me abated. I saw myself as a child, in a fishing boat with my parents. I smelled the salt air and smiled. I saw something else in the corner of my mind, it was my Uncle, the Desert Rat. He had a bible in his hand. He read from it softly. I didn’t hear what he said, but the sound of his voice was comforting, calming.  I blocked him from my mind. If I could see him, surely the dark evil bitch could see him too.

“If I come with you will you leave everyone else alone?” I asked, trying to distract the daemon that goaded me, “will you leave this place and my friends for good?”

There was silence for a few seconds. I felt her icy touch inside my head, she was searching, probing. I wasn’t strong enough to keep her out. She saw through me.

You think this is a game and you can toy with me? Oh no, you’ve had your chance. You will be with me, but your journey will no longer be pleasant. When I’m finished with you you’ll beg me to take you as mine. I’ll make you suffer until you want nothing but me, and then I’ll make you suffer some more. You caused this pain yourself. The journey to my kingdom will be agonizing, you’ll wish  you were dead. When you beg for death, I’ll give it to you and together we will be magnificent. 

“Dad.”

It was the last thing I said before the pain began. Was I being skinned alive?

“Stop, stop.” I screamed.

Give yourself to me.

“No, never.”

Her face hovered over me, her eyes blazing red. She was no longer a dark beauty. She was ugly in her anger.

How could I fight this?

My first novel ‘Dead of July’ is available on Amazon and Smashwords

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Dead of July by Sandra Thompson

 

 

Dark Angel – Simmering

Dark Angel is fun to write, sorry the installments aren’t regular, but I have to be inspired. I may be inspired in an hour from now, or not until tomorrow, but I don’t want to force my brain to produce something I know you won’t like.

On another note, my latest short story is with my copy editor/writing coach, and I have to admit it’s distracting me. Those of you who write will understand how I feel. Writing a story is like being pregnant, and then finally giving birth. In your eyes your offspring is PERFECT! Well imagine someone coming along and criticizing it, telling you this needs fixing and that needs putting right. It’s tough, especially when you know they’re right.

For the next few weeks I will be juggling my short story, and my blog, so be patient with me. I love them both dearly and will divide my time between them.

If you want to read my first novel Dead of July, it is available on Amazon and SmashWords. Buy a copy make a budding, unknown author very happy.

Dead of July by Sandra Thompson

 

Seduced by Evil – Angel of Death

I barely slept that night. In fact I thought I might never sleep again. What was this creature that made me suffer? What did it want from me? Was I borderline evil, an easy challenge? Why me? I thought of Jeff lying on my sofa and felt safer with his presence, but I knew I was putting him in extreme danger and it wasn’t fair. I decided to ask him to leave the following day. Only one person should be put in harm’s way, me and me alone.

It was a long uncomfortable, sleepless night, and when morning finally came I was exhausted, but relieved. As soon as the first light of dawn streamed through a gap in my curtains I threw on some comfortable clothes and went into the living room. Jeff lay motionless on my sofa. Paranoid, I checked to make sure he was still breathing. He was! Next I called work and spoke to my boss “I need to stay home for a few days,” I said, “I have some personal issues I need to take care of.”

“Are you alright?” Sandra, my boss asked “You haven’t been the same since your dad died. Take as long as you need, you’ve had a hell of a year. Can I do anything to help?”

“Thanks for the offer, but I’ll be fine. I have to take care of this myself,” I said, but she knew me well and my voice gave me away.

“Do you want to come and stay with David and I?” she asked. “Or maybe you spend some time at your mum’s. It sounds like you need to be with someone.”

“I’m sorry, I don’t want to burden anyone else with my problems, I just need to be alone for a while. Thanks for being understanding, I’ll be in touch.”

“Only if you’re sure, but I will check…..”Before she finished her sentence the connection was broken and the temperature dropped quickly.

“Oh good, you’re staying home, now we can be along together. At last I can make you mine. Now get rid of the fool in the living room and give yourself to me.”

“Go to hell,” I said, and then I laughed, “No wait you’re already there aren’t you.”

The room got warmer again and I looked towards the sofa where Jeff stirred. He opened his eyes. As I walked towards him I felt new warmth radiating from him. This wasn’t the Jeff I used to know, this guy was different. I needed to find out what had happened to him before I sent him away.

“Want some coffee?” I asked as he swung his legs off the sofa.
“I’m starving he answered, I need more than coffee. Lets go out for breakfast.”

“Great idea. I’ll pay.” I said, wanting more than anything to get Jeff out of my house.

“I heard you call work, you’re not going in. I’m glad, we need to call Father Angelo and bring him here before it’s too late.”

I smiled, and thought No I’m not allowing Father Angelo into my house and I want you gone as soon as possible. I trembled and became irritated. I badly wanted Jeff out of my home, but. did I want him gone for his own safety? Or was the daemon influencing my decisions? Did she want him gone so she could have me to herself?

Oh Dear God, I can’t even trust myself now, I thought.

I looked at Jeff, his eyes seemed to see right through me.

“Lucy, fight it, don’t let it win. You need me and you need Father Angelo, don’t push us away.”

I turned my back on him and closed my eyes. A sweet voice whispered in my ear. “We can have fun together you and me. So much fun.”

I giggled and answered with my mind “Yes I think we can.” 

I walked into my bedroom and shut the door. The shadow on the far wall moved towards me. I’m not sure if it was male or female, but it made me feel good. A cool breeze caressed my body as I fell onto my bed.

Jeff was hammering on the door, but I ignored him as I sank into another world.