K.F. Wheeldon
Bio
I am currently writing a novel titled Ghosts From the Past. I will be submitting it 1 chapter at a time and will do my best to have a new chapter out every week. Please let me know if you have any feedback or suggestions as you read!
Stories (8/0)
Ghosts From the Past Ch. 7
There was a time for stealth and a time for speed. Caz could run and still make less noise than a deer bounding through the trees if he wanted, but he knew even that would be enough noise for those looking for him. This was a time for stealth. He’d grown up in these woods so, even moving quietly, he was able to cover the distance faster than most.
By K.F. Wheeldon6 months ago in Fiction
Ghosts of the Past Ch. 6
Caz stood there, his mind racing without any thoughts fully forming. Giselle ran the few steps left between them and threw her arms over his shoulders in an embrace. She wasn’t pulling him to her so much as she was trying to push as close to him as she could. He could feel her body shudder as she began sobbing into his shoulder.
By K.F. Wheeldon11 months ago in Criminal
Ghosts From the Past Ch. 1
Caz woke suddenly, sitting straight up in his bed. He reached up, wiping sweat from his forehead. Another nightmare, which was already fading from his mind. At one point in his life, these were a common occurrence. Now though, he couldn’t remember the last time he had one. He reached over and grabbed his phone to check the time. ‘03:23’ showed on the screen. Well, it’s not like I’m going to be able to fall back to sleep thought Caz. He swung his legs out of the blankets and over the bed and stood up. He pulled on some sweats and a t-shirt and walked over to start a pot of coffee. As the coffee pot made its ritual noises while warming up, Caz began his daily workout. He started off by stretching and waking up his muscles, jump rope, push-ups, sit-ups, pull-ups, then more stretching. He ended by taking 5 complete cycles of controlled breathing.
By K.F. Wheeldon12 months ago in Fiction
Ghosts From the Past Ch. 4
Caz’s mind was spinning as he walked his way back to Heidi’s desk. Any hope that his and Jackson’s shared past wasn’t connected to this case was gone. He needed to get some more information before talking to the Captain though. Once the administration found out, he would likely be pulled from the case.
By K.F. Wheeldon12 months ago in Fiction
Ghosts From the Past Ch. 3
Red and blue lights flashing in the fog only allowed Caz to see the chaotic shifting of silhouettes as they swarmed toward the house he lived in. Even being on the second story, he couldn’t see enough to gauge how many of the trespassers had come. All the lights in the house were on, everyone was running back and forth shouting. He heard footsteps coming toward his door and turned in time to see it swing inward. It was Papa, he was out of breath as if he had been running. There was a rifle slung on his shoulder and a long-bladed knife tucked into his belt.
By K.F. Wheeldon12 months ago in Fiction
Ghosts From the Past Ch. 2
Memories flooded Caz’s mind as he flew towards the station. The buildings and cars around him blurred into the background. He remembered the agony of the needle marking his skin as a young child. The look of pride on the face of Joachim Amsel, Papa to ‘The Family.’ At the time, Amsel had noted the strength Caz showed by not crying or showing any signs of the pain he felt. The praise had filled him with his own pride back then. Papa was not one to give out unearned compliments.
By K.F. Wheeldon12 months ago in Fiction
A Light in the Window
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but on some nights a candle burned in the window. If it was the warm, yellow-orange of a normal flame it was probably a young thrill seeker or a friend who had been double-dared to go. Or perhaps a teenage couple, looking for a quiet place where one could frighten their companion before doing… whatever teenage couples do in an abandoned cabins.
By K.F. Wheeldon2 years ago in Horror
