M. Duda's Blog: The Cryo-Freeze II, page 12
December 12, 2016
Grim’s Giveaway
10 lucky winners will receive a copy of A Cat Will Play.
December 7, 2016
Goodbye, Shadow Books
But I'll sure miss you, Shadow Book.
November 30, 2016
Creative Exploration – Post-Project Depression
This week I wanted to talk about a very real problem that sneaks up on most people from time to time.
November 16, 2016
#MysteryThrillerWeek
I want to thank Vicki Goodwin for bringing this wonderful event to my attention. Already, more than seventy authors are participating.
November 10, 2016
Goodreads Giveaway
A Cat Will Play giveaway @ Goodreads...
November 8, 2016
eBook Giveaway
Ten lucky winners will receive a copy of A Cat Will Play. Please visit my blog for details.
Grim’s Giveaway
10 lucky winners will receive a copy of A Cat Will Play. Good luck!
November 2, 2016
The Beautiful Creature
I woke, and the first sight my wide eyes rested on was her beautiful face.
She touched me tenderly.
Her almond-colored eyes studied me as she gently pressed a moist cloth to my thirsty mouth. She smiled when I tried to sit up, and her full, red lips playfully scolded me when my head dropped back onto a soft pillow. Her delicate fingers rubbed my temples, my face, and a fresh scar that ran down my neck. I wanted to hold her in my arms and smell her.
I wanted to kiss her.
“You’ve met my father,” she said.
I glanced around the room. Strange symbols marked the clay plaster walls. There was no other furniture except for the large bed I lay on. We were alone.
“Some creature almost tore me apart,” I said. She laughed. Her voice sounded like wind chimes. My skin tingled. "You should have been there.”
She made a low, “Tut-tut.”
“My father said that you passed out in his arms. Such a brave adventurer,” she said.
I smiled. “You must not think highly of me, then.”
She smiled back.
“I don’t think anything of you. For now,” she said.
“Tell me your name.”
Outside the open window, the golden sun suddenly sank, quickly casting shadows inside the room.
She stood up.
In the dim, I could make out that she was partially naked. Her firm breasts rested high on her petite body. Only an animal skin covered her loins.
“Please, don’t go,” I said.
“You have many questions. Maybe I can answer them later, brave adventurer. Maybe.”
And she quietly left the room.
The room grew dark. My body and my eyes grew heavy. I would soon fall asleep and dream of the beautiful woman who playfully scolded me.
-M. Duda
Author’s note: This is a continuation from “A Strange Encounter.”
She touched me tenderly.
Her almond-colored eyes studied me as she gently pressed a moist cloth to my thirsty mouth. She smiled when I tried to sit up, and her full, red lips playfully scolded me when my head dropped back onto a soft pillow. Her delicate fingers rubbed my temples, my face, and a fresh scar that ran down my neck. I wanted to hold her in my arms and smell her.
I wanted to kiss her.
“You’ve met my father,” she said.
I glanced around the room. Strange symbols marked the clay plaster walls. There was no other furniture except for the large bed I lay on. We were alone.
“Some creature almost tore me apart,” I said. She laughed. Her voice sounded like wind chimes. My skin tingled. "You should have been there.”
She made a low, “Tut-tut.”
“My father said that you passed out in his arms. Such a brave adventurer,” she said.
I smiled. “You must not think highly of me, then.”
She smiled back.
“I don’t think anything of you. For now,” she said.
“Tell me your name.”
Outside the open window, the golden sun suddenly sank, quickly casting shadows inside the room.
She stood up.
In the dim, I could make out that she was partially naked. Her firm breasts rested high on her petite body. Only an animal skin covered her loins.
“Please, don’t go,” I said.
“You have many questions. Maybe I can answer them later, brave adventurer. Maybe.”
And she quietly left the room.
The room grew dark. My body and my eyes grew heavy. I would soon fall asleep and dream of the beautiful woman who playfully scolded me.
-M. Duda
Author’s note: This is a continuation from “A Strange Encounter.”
The Beautiful Creature
Her soft, almond eyes studied me as she gently pressed a moist cloth to my thirsty lips. She smiled when I tried to sit up, and her full, red lips playfully scolded me when my head dropped back onto a soft pillow.
October 26, 2016
Radio Drama: The House on the Strand
Like much of Daphne du Maurier's work, a supernatural element weaves through each story. You may have heard of Rebecca or The Birds. But have you read The House on the Strand? Allow Ian Richardson's narration to transport you back in time...
The Cryo-Freeze II
Michael is the author of several collections of short stories. Under pen name M. Duda, his titles include We Dream at Twilight and Whispers from the Grave.
His most recent story "The Sound of Blue" w ...more
His most recent story "The Sound of Blue" w ...more
- M. Duda's profile
- 182 followers
