Thursday Throwout!

Well I have decided that come hell or high water I am going to have Muse re-released by June 26th. That is exactly six months from the date I pulled it. Also, Since I am resolving things, I am going to start saving my pennies to afford a real editor!!I think what I really need to do is become one of those crazy reclusive writers that only comes out of their house on Tuesday to get the mail, then walks backward, back to the house!! Mainly, because I realize that I really am just having a tough time dealing with other humans! :) He he

Any way I have been working on Scarred 2 rather than editing Muse like I should be, so today, I give you a piece of what i think is going to be the prologue. Hope you like!

PS. This post is brought to you by the letter B and the word plethora..because who doesn't like to say plethora!


Scarred 2


The hoots and hollers of the other inmates of the county lockup, draw me to the  common area. Their focus is on the communal television, and whatever they are watching is getting them riled up. I wonder down to the cafeteria style seating and take a spot in the back. Flying under the radar is my best chance for survival in this place. With a face like mine, I am bound to attract the wrong kind of attention.

“No shit.” I mumble, as I watch the events  unfold before me.

The scene playing on a loop on the TV is almost humorous. Brady Baker using his wife, Brandy, as a human shield as he, and his friend Bradly Tucker, scramble inside a building in the Fraser shipyard.  The swat has them surrounded, and I can plainly see the little bastard is scared shitless.  I mean, what kind of man hides behind a pregnant lady.

My thoughts drift to poor Brandy, how she risked her safety to get Brady out of the house so I could help Israel escape. It’s pretty obvious that  the cat is out of the bag on that front.

The voices of the inmates start to elevate again, and I see some of them staring at me. I look up just in time to see a video of Israel getting out of the Helicopter on the day of her rescue.  In the corner of the screen is my mug shot with the caption “Currently being held in Hennepin County Jail.”  I stand quickly and make my way back to my cell.

So much for staying under the radar.
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Well there you have it!! at least it was on time this week :) Don't forget to like and share and COMMENT!!!! 'Till next week all !

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