I’m Gonna Go For It

So, Camp NaNoWriMo is about to begin. As if starting a new job, moving to a new city, and having to change and embrace just about everything going on, I’m about to embark on a new writing project. Yowza!!!

I know. I’m crazy. I can’t help myself, though. I just sat down, during my first period class, and discovered this story sitting within the walls of my mind.

So here is the idea I’m playing with. It’s called What the Hand Draws Continue reading

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Nanowrimo: Chapter Three

Chapter Three

 

Kamila sat at the table and watched Chad place their drink orders. The envelope was still in her back pocket burning through the cloth but she resisted the urge to pull it out again. She had already looked through it a dozen times over the last few hours. None of it made sense to her and she hoped Chad had more answers than what he’d divulged so far. He approached her, holding two drinks, and she pulled his chair out for him.

“Still dirty chai, right?”

She nodded and took it. “How did…”

Chad stopped her. “I know you have lots of questions.” He sat his drink down and pulled his chair in. “Most of the beginning answers will probably make you pissed off though so I’d like to control this conversation right now.”

“That’s not fair Chad. I do have a lot of questions and…”

“And I will tell you what I know. So can I begin?” He waited until she nodded. “Your paper shook the FBI department more than you know. You actually put a big ol’ bullseye on you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Kamila crossed her arms and sat back.

Chad smiled and shook his head. “You were always too smart for your own good.”

She didn’t enjoy in the joke. “I’m waiting for answers.”

“Do you think that nobody else in the force thought that David wasn’t the Gemstone Killer?” He didn’t wait for her answer. “You brought unwanted and unneeded attention to the entire FBI when you turned that paper in.” Continue reading

Nanowrimo: Chapter Two

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Kamila knew what the students at the FBI Academy called her behind her back. Hunter. It never bothered her. It was the truth and she believed the truth should not bother you. It should set you free. Only the truth she sought was still missing in her life. She raised the dirty chai tea (with three shots of vanilla) to her mouth and blew.

“She’s an amateur. I don’t know why Chad put her on the case.”

She smiled as she listened to her new partners. They didn’t know she was listening. She sat in the two-man sofa, right around the corner, in the waiting room. She’d been there for only seven minutes or so. Glancing at her watch she decided if Chad was anything like when they had dated a decade ago he would be right on time.

“We don’t know anything about her, Doug. And Chad has never led us wrong. His ability to sniff out these killers by combining the right minds has him holding an undefeated record.” Analiese replied. “I heard she will probably graduate at the top. That’s gotta mean something.”

“Yeah, whatever. I just don’t want some cadet-in-training stepping on my feet. You and me solved the last case and this one will be ours too.”

“Doug, Chad isn’t even hiring her on. She’s just consulting on the case at his request.”

Kamila sighed, tired of her eavesdropping, and stood up. She walked around the corner. “Good morning.” She welcomed Analiese’s genuine smile and saw right through Doug’s. “Chad here yet?” She didn’t bother looking around.   Continue reading

Nano2014: Meet Elizabeth

Lie Beside Me Still

By Michala Tyann

 

Some shall be pardoned and some shall be punished – Shakespeare

 

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Bare feet pounded into deep copper-colored mud as she ran. A hole of the wet, grimy soil vacuumed Elizabeth in  slowing her down. She braced for the fall seeing the tree in front of her a moment too late before slamming her forehead against the trunk. Her forehead scraped down the bark leaving pain and blood in its wake. She fell hard but still looked behind her. She couldn’t see or hear them but she had given up on miracles and wishes a long time ago. He was coming for her. He would lead them to her. She shook her head and tried to fix her vision which was overrun by sparks of light even behind her eyelids. As she rubbed mud on her forehead to stop the blood she tried to gain her balance but fell to the side when she picked up a noise behind her.

Elizabeth pushed herself off the ground. Her long dress tangled around her legs and she fell back down; her knees taking the mud this time. Without a thought she shoved off and up again and made it to her feet. Looking behind her while attempting to get unstuck, a flicker of light caught her eyes. “No.” She whimpered. Her eyes closed instinctively and she almost fell back to her knees as was expected of her. “No. Not anymore.” She screamed inside her head the opposite of the mantra sucking her back towards the void. I am not the child of Rad. I am not the servant of Rad. I will not be his vessel. The words strengthened her and she started running again.

The deepening darkness swallowed her the farther into the forest she moved. Darkness no longer scared her though. Elizabeth’s only terror was behind her. She looked back and knew even though she didn’t see them, they were making their way closer to her. Her chest grew thick and the air refused to move out of her lungs as fast as she needed. She was forced to slow but cursed her body for betraying her at this moment. She wasn’t surprised seeing as how her body had been doing that exact thing for however long she’d suffered at their hands. At the very moment her mind conjured them she heard sounds again behind her. Her head turned and she saw, or thought she saw, white. They found me. Her feet continued to jam into the mud but she picked up speed.   Continue reading

Midnight Nightmares

Tmidnight.jpg (494×324)onight at midnight…the clock strikes and the pen moves. Or the fingers tap. Or something or whatever like that. All I know is that it is National Novel Writing Month again. ALREADY!!!! This will be my fifth time and if I succeed, my third WIN. And yet, each year I ask myself, “Michala, you are crazy?”

Last year I was a full-time student working towards my masters, a full-time employee at a hotel, and a part-time caregiver. I somehow managed to succeed though. This time, with my new job as a teacher I know it will take even more determination. I’m hoping and praying I can do this.

Last year I had a great November. My novel was complete before the end of the month and I had a blast. The year before that was pretty decent as well. Neither of those books have yet to be edited and published. I HATE the editing process. I really do. Shame on me for my laziness. And yet, here I go again…diving face first into another NaNoWriMo. I have an outline for my story. I don’t feel excited about it but I do feel it could very well be a good novel. I’m already looking for the end of 2014 due to some hefty goals>>> Continue reading

Excuses and Hikes

nanoSeptember, and so far October, have been excellent in way of reviewing haunted houses. As for editing or writing…ugh. Yuck. Writing was just something that wasn’t working. I am slowly growing more used to my job. It’s been a rough ride though, I’ll admit. Life has been hectic and chaotic. For a long while now I feared my annual trip down NaNoWriMo land would be set aside this year.  I just don’t have the time to write amidst everything. Continue reading

She’s Alive!!!

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So after a long night at work (thanks to the extra hour) I got home to find my bedroom fan had become disconnected from the surface of the ceiling. So my husband and I, though tired as we were, got to work on disassembling wires, reassembling wires, taking apart, putting together, and finally reconnecting the fan to the ceiling properly. In that time I learned that though I had efficiently cleaned all the fans in my house…this one was forgotten. And dust was all over my comforter and sheets (and in my hair). Ugh. But hey, it was time to change the bedding anyway and I needed that shower. LOL (Always half-full gal here!) Continue reading