Blaze Holland
Bio
Hello! I am a yet-to-be published novel writer. You can find some of my rough pieces posted here as well as a series of articles on writing advice. If you want to get in touch with me, you can reach me at @B_M_Valdez on Twitter.
Stories (29/0)
Breakfast of Champions
Another bout of coughing wracked Doc’s chest, leaving him gasping for breath. He curled his sweat-soaked body deeper underneath the covers, bloody rag clutched in his fist. Incessant bleating from a rooster in the street below indicated morning had finally arrived. Exhaustion weighed on Doc’s limbs as heavily as the blanket. He coughed again and squeezed his eyes closed, willing sleep to end the misery.
By Blaze Holland3 years ago in Fiction
36. Dangerous Waters
Chapter Thirty-Six Mercedes, Number One Roanoke City, Strike County Wolfie wanted to check on how arrangements for the next day’s racing events were coming before going back to Tenth County, so Mercedes had to hang around and wait since he had rode up with Number Two. Wolfie had dropped him off at the alley at the end of Eagle Street behind the city hospital. Eagle Street was one of the longest ones in Skelemere. Mercedes had asked that Wolfie end the Numbers event on December 21 on Eagle Street for that reason. The end of the race would be a few miles down from the hospital.
By Blaze Holland3 years ago in Fiction
30. Scars
Chapter Thirty Stefanie Souther Lonephalt, Tenth County Eight Years Ago Stefanie stared at her bare body in the full length mirror on the back of her parents’ bedroom door. The scars on her flat chest where her breasts used to be looked angry and puffy. The ends of her long blond hair would soon cover them if she kept it draped over her shoulders like she had it now. It would be like they weren’t even there. Maybe Stefanie could be normal again.
By Blaze Holland3 years ago in Fiction
10. Red Like Fire
Chapter Ten Legend, Number Five Lafayetteplains, Orchard County The highway was framed on either side by pale green, seven-foot-tall rows and rows of corn stalks. A classic 1960s Jaguar cruised down the middle of the two lane highway at ninety miles per hour. Legend released the accelerator, causing the whirring turbo to dampen in intensity. As the RPMs fell, Legend down shifted. He could see a gap in the corn stalks ahead on the right. He dropped one more gear before veering sharply off the highway and onto a dirt path barely wider than the car. Legend bounced around in his chair as the car whipped straight on the path. Legend slammed the accelerator to the floor and rowed through the gears until the Jaguar was flying through the cornfield at sixty miles per hour.
By Blaze Holland3 years ago in Fiction
Locket or Bust
Poker chips clacked together. The deck passed to the player on the left. Doc grimaced as the big blind landed on him, but he hadn’t joined a high stakes game to turn chicken. The dealer handed out the cards, cigarette smoke swirling to the ceiling from a cigar dangling in his lips.
By Blaze Holland3 years ago in Fiction