Delaney Howard
Bio
Writer of romantic suspense, and apparently fiction of other varieties too. Reader of all the words, theater nerd, liberal, teacher, wife, dog-mom, optimist. http://www.delaneyhowardwriter.com/
Stories (7/0)
Still Life
Redolent with sex, fading perfume, and… wine? Ah, yes, the dark stain on the rug. The scents combined as she returned to their nest. In the moonlight, raven-wing lashes spread over his cheekbones, some dark curls plastered to his forehead where perspiration had stuck them and then dried. She eased around him, his skin soft as a blanket over firm muscles. She couldn’t resist the urge to run her fingers through those dark curls. His eyes lazily half-opened, and the world faded away. He tucked her against his chest, she was consumed by a love that could not be duplicated.
By Delaney Howardabout a year ago in Fiction
Ground Shaking
The ground twitched violently as the earthquake struck the city. Buildings swayed and toppled, sending clouds of dust and debris into the air. People screamed and ran willy-nilly in a panic to escape the collapsing structures. The sound of shattering glass and crashing concrete filled the air as the once-vibrant city was reduced to rubble in mere seconds. In the aftermath, survivors emerged from the wreckage, dazed and disoriented. The smell of smoke and death hung heavy as the extent of the disaster became clear. The earthquake had brought destruction and chaos, leaving a once-thriving metropolis in ruins and terror.
By Delaney Howardabout a year ago in Fiction
Magical Romance
Once upon a time, there was a girl who truly believed in magic. She had never fallen in love but assumed it would feel like a spell had been cast. One day, she met a boy who made her heart race and her palms sweat. Was this what magic felt like? They talked for hours, lost in each other's company. When the horizon overtook the sun, he took her hand in his, and they walked and kissed beneath the stars. She felt the frisson of atoms inside her, and she knew magic had conjured a spell just as she’d dreamed.
By Delaney Howardabout a year ago in Fiction
Special Skills
Manhattan seemed a small town shrouded in mystery after a local celebrity’s disappearance. The dearth of clues or witnesses perturbed the police enough to engage me. I have certain…skills they usually refuse to entertain. I discovered the missing man had been involved in unsavory dealings, despite his sterling image. Suspicion grew as I uncovered evidence pointing toward foul play. With the help of intuition, I pieced together the puzzle and uncovered the truth behind the actor’s disappearance. However, as I closed in on the culprit, I realized that my own life was in danger and would need to save myself.
By Delaney Howardabout a year ago in Fiction
Lost and Found
When Leonora Tucker got an idea in her little curl-covered head, she acted on it. At almost four years old, she was extraordinarily bright, fearless, impetuous—sometimes reckless—and somehow impervious to harm—much to her parents’ consternation and relief. This morning, at an hour that was barely past dawn, Leonora decided that she needed flowers. It was her sister Sabrina’s birthday, and she had to give her a present. So, Leo walked to the edge of the compound where she and her family lived. Her mother and the other adults kept a pretty garden where she knew there were flowers. Her little legs trotted along quickly; the adventure was fun, the getting caught, not so much, she knew from experience, so she hurried. She reached the garden and was disappointed with the options. A colorful butterfly floated over her head, and she giggled as it flitted by her outstretched hand. She watched it head toward the forbidden place. The forest. But she also saw the pretty wildflowers on the very edge of the woods. She could pick those for Sabrina. They were much nicer than what was in the garden. No one would ever know. She looked around before she squeezed through the fence railings under the chicken wire and skipped toward the wildflowers.
By Delaney Howard2 years ago in Fiction
I Eat Dinner Sitting On The Floor
My bea-girl came to us in quite the roundabout way. A neighbor said he found her in a box with several other puppies behind the New York Times building off the Whitestone Expressway. She was so tiny when my husband, Michael, and I met her. She hopped more like a bunny rather than walking like any dog I’d ever met. But she was the perfect expression of beagle-ness, and our neighbor named her Princess. She had a bend in her tail which Michael proclaimed was her personality. She grew in varying increments. It was early in her life, and we’d visit - a lot. Good thing we were close friends with her family.
By Delaney Howard2 years ago in Petlife
The Remainders
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Anthony Tucker pulled his black cloth cloak closer as he reminisced. Tonight, his memories were about his youthful aspirations in another valley filled with silicon chips, people biking to work, computer code, and electric cars. Hard to imagine that where he now crouched was barely ninety miles north of there.
By Delaney Howard2 years ago in Fiction
