Phyllis Holt
A Self Published eBook Novelist - Blog & Reviews of Books, Films, Authors & Music since 2016. Writer, Humorist, Cheesecake lover, and cat enthusiast.
Untimely Interval
Untimely Interval Mary was thirsty and leaning toward Beth asked if she wanted anything from the snack vendor. Beth smilingly said she could eat, popcorn would be great, and Mary hastened out to the common area. The line-ups were longer than expected and she popped her cell phone out of her pocket to peruse a couple of sites until her turn came.
Phyllis HoltPublished 7 days ago in Criminal
The Untold Story
The yearning and urge to write were eating at Sandy. More importantly, the desire to tell a story, true in nature, that revolved solely around her best friend Mae and her husband Tom begged to be written to set the record straight and right a wrong. She normally wrote fictional stories that carried the reader to far-reaching locations and inevitably included mystery, plots, romance, love, or even controversy. Her heart raced and her emotions pumped as each idea formed and words tumbled over one another as if vying for inclusion running through her like a fast-moving river.
Phyllis HoltPublished 9 days ago in Criminal
Sabotage
Sabotage Crime scene investigators had determined it wasn't an accident, but sabotage. Now the hunt was on for who why and when. Connie Winston was the lead detective on the case. A five-foot red-headed dynamo who wouldn’t stop until she got her man or woman.
Phyllis HoltPublished 29 days ago in Criminal
Parley
If Amy was going to parley this into a winning situation for everyone concerned, both the victims and the perp, she'd have to tread carefully. When they'd first arrived, he'd sounded somewhat sane, but as time wore on, he was losing ground until he'd begun ranting and raving while waving a revolver in circles over his head as he spoke. She desperately needed to get inside the grocery store to find out who was yanking his chain before the situation escalated any further. If she could talk to him she might be able to calm him down and de-escalate the situation before it became so inflamed there was no looking back.
Phyllis HoltPublished 30 days ago in Criminal
Seasons of Joy
Twinkling, sparkling, gloves in hand We rush to greet pure white pristine snow Our faces awash with an expectant glow Spring now upon us, buds so lush
Phyllis HoltPublished about a month ago in Poets
Campers Beware
Jemma Watts and Caroline McClean pulled into their campsite, overjoyed to have arrived. It was later than they'd expected so they hurriedly busied themselves setting up their tent and adding a tarp to cover the picnic table. As soon as they were finished, they lit a campfire to heat up some chilli and make coffee. A beautiful sunset glowed through the trees, an enchanting beginning to their long-awaited camping trip.
Phyllis HoltPublished about a month ago in Wander
Infamous Little Black Book
Sari Montgomery opened her office door, moved inside, and shut it with a decisively quiet snap. Although she'd been a detective for eight years, few saw beyond the statuesque elegant woman with rich auburn hair and intelligent green eyes. Consequently, people tended to underestimate her abilities which worked in her favour, guaranteeing the breathing room required to gather pertinent evidence necessary in building a solid case to convict a perpetrator.
Phyllis HoltPublished about a month ago in Criminal
Luck
I’d trade all the ladybugs ‘n good luck charms To hold you tightly once again in my arms Sharing laughter love joy and happiness
Phyllis HoltPublished 2 months ago in Poets
