Book lover and writer of fantasy fiction and sometimes deeper topics. My books are available on Amazon and my blog Fragile Explosions, can be found here https://kyliecalwell.wordpress.com
Balancing the Scales
Orange and yellow petals were bright in the bouquet sitting in a glass, doubling as a vase on the dressing table. Detective Mustard looked around the crime scene and tried not to sigh. This was the ninth of these and quite honestly, he figured it was only a matter of time before one of the victims died. In fact, he couldn’t believe the last two were still alive, though the most recent was still in ICU.
It's All About That Tiffany's Blue
The first sin is now crossed off the list. The Fixer had six more sins to choose from. It was tempting to just close their eyes and stab at a name randomly, for the ordered mattered not in the overall scheme of things. It seemed completely unsettled until The Fixer’s eyes flicked over the date, February the 13th. Shaniqua it was then.
The Rippling Effect of Greed
Prisons are full of dumb criminals. Life has a few not so dumb ones. It is my job to deal with those who may believe they can get away with what they have done, those who think they are protected. They are not. It is a hard lesson to learn, and often a final one. Which brings me to my current project, there are seven deadly sins and seven targets on my current task list. It seemed appropriate that Greed reared her ugly head first, though as with many of these people more than one of these sins permeates their lives.
Down by the river was her favourite place on the farm. As a kid, Bree had loved to just sit in the dappled shade and listen to the water trip over the rocks and pebbles as the water made its way along. She must have sat on every good rock, climbed every tree she could along the river in the back paddock. Now, years later, it was a place that again provided solace. Somehow it was a place that allowed her to rest and find a semblance of peace, something most welcome after the last six months.
Eva put down the book. She smoothed back the wisps of hair that had escaped her braid and listened. Counting to sixty as she always did in these moments of uncertainty she controlled her breathing and focussed on sounds.
Coming For Lyssa
Anger pulsed through Andy’s veins in time with her heart beat. Blood boiling rage bubbled. Taking a moment, Andy breathed through it. Gave it some space to be acknowledged, before pushing it down. To Andy’s mind, anger at least was better than fear.
'Grandma you know criminals,' shouted Cleo as she strode through the front door. Michelle stopped reading but didn't look up from her book. 'And your point would be?' she asked.
The Magic of Words
I suspect on any given day, particularly in summer, you will know within moments of meeting me what my passion is. Kenny and The Dragon - an abso fave kids book