Shenandoah: A NEW Web Serial

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Before you read on I want to give you a heads-up that in about 4hrs (give or take a few minutes) from now I will be starting my 2nd Facebook Live Session! CLICK THIS LINK to get to my FB Page if you want to watch. I'm reading 4 short stories and announcing which story will be FREE to read just about everywhere starting February 29th.

QUICK RECAP
I've successfully written over 6,000 words in January. This is a HUGE win for me as writing was nearly non-existent in Q4 of last year. I have also been posting these Instagram images to promote my Friday Fiction stories. You might have seen them? If not, follow me on Instagram and Twitter where you'll see them popping up from time-to-time.

2020 GOALS UPDATE
I've mentioned that I'm on a roll with my Friday Fictions, but I want to mention two projects contained within my 52 stories in 52 weeks:

SHENANDOAH
Told in 1st person this will be my first attempt at a web serial. This basically means the story line is never ending. I'm excited to give this concept a try this year. However, due to time constraints and my mind being all over the place I will only be dedicating one Friday a month to Shenandoah episodes. So, look for 12 episodes in 2020!

THE DINNER PARTY
Set in the '80's, the 1980s, a group of 12 guests are invited to a party where they are mysteriously asked to arrive "in-character" as their favorite Hollywood starlit. A whodunit noir 22-part series filled with plenty of murder, red-herrings, and above all, mystery. This will have a beginning, a middle, and an end. With 2 Friday Fictions a month dedicated to The Dinner Party, it's sure to be a helluva night.

The Ring

Aimee stared at her shoes, waiting for her mother to fetch her for dinner. As the train bounced her small body up and down she smiled to herself. It was the most fun she had had since she boarded with her mother more than four days ago. There was a scratch on the buckle of one of her shoes, barely noticeable under the flickering light overhead. Aimee’s mother complained to the porter about the light for three days in a row before giving up.

At the age of nine, there was little Aimee could do about where she was headed, so she tried to make the most out of her surroundings. And right now, she decided to speculate as to how the buckle on her shoe came to have such an insignificant scratch on it. Suddenly, the train jolted and to stop herself from falling off the seat Aimee slammed her hands down on either side. One hand slipped through the cushion, brushing against a piece of metal. She fished around for it and finally pulled her hand free to reveal a silver band in her hand.

The Lie [Shenandoah, S01E01]

“Robinson!”

A tall man, at least he was tall to me, stood in the center of the gym and continued to call out the last names of every family in the town. No one knew why, we were all told to report to the high school gym, immediately. I didn’t even have time to go home and find my mother and father. My instructor said they would surely find me at the gym.

Everyone was to report to the gym.

The Newsstand

The newsstand wasn’t just a place to buy lottery tickets, newspapers, and chewing gum. At least, not this particular newsstand. At Slim’s newsstand on the corner of Fairview and Sussex was where anyone who knew him would go for some of his magic elixir. Now, don’t get me wrong, I know that magic isn’t real. It’s a thing we let children believe because they’re too young to be told the truth. But it’s what Slim offers to us adults, and who are we to question Slim.

Happy Eater

Chef Kim entered the kitchen of his restaurant promptly at 3:45pm, like he always did, and the staff immediately stopped what they were doing, like they always did. He demanded perfection in his kitchen. From their attire down to the stone floors. He would fire anyone who dared enter his kitchen with dirty shoes or without their head completely covered by a hat or cap. Hands were to be washed immediately and often. And most of all, there should be no blood.

The Murder Factory

Harold looked down at the tie hanging from his neck and grimaced at the stain, noticeable under the fluorescent light in the bathroom. Robbie, his odd neighbor, brought him a suit from a dead man, claiming he was a John Doe and no one would be around to claim it. As Robbie was a rather stout man, he knew the suit wouldn’t fit him but figured it might fit Harold.

*All stories are available to Patrons 1 month early. Two stories will be made available to everyone on the last day of this month.