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May 13, 2017
Voices in My Head… End of the Road @KMNbooks #8sunday #snippetsunday
About this snippet: Chapter Two (Cemetery Gates) Snippet #4. Check out last week's snippet from Chapter Two snippet #3 here.
Recap from last week's snippet: Cecilia returns to the study after making a cup of tea to read her father's journal and finds the book open to a page where her father had written an eerie message. She's spooked at first since she doesn't remember leaving the journal open, but the only other person in the house is her mother and her mother is asleep upstairs. She finally brushes the unease aside and sits down to read the journal from the beginning.
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Twenty minutes later she happened upon an entry that made her blush, an entry about her mother, private thoughts that were never meant for her to read. The tabloids had it right; Lars at one time did have the extreme hots for Phoebe Keddie. Too bad their personalities clashed. As much as their love affair proved a favorite pastime for the fans, their fights in public were legendary and sold more newspaper and magazine copies. If two people shouldn't have hooked up, it was these two, but then she wouldn't be sitting here contemplating the lists of reasons why her parents shouldn't have married.
"Despite your love/hate relationship," she said out loud, "you did have something in common: Your ferocious passion for music."
"We had you, too."
"Yeah, but—" She halted her words in mid-sentence as she realized she actually heard a man's voice. She whirled around expecting to find an intruder standing behind her, but of course, no one stood there and yet she couldn't tear her gaze away for one long moment.
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Unofficial Blurb for End of the Road
Lars Gunner, the frontman for Silent Plaids, died 23 years ago and is trapped in limbo until his daughter, Cecilia, unearths his journal and is able to see him. His death was ruled an unfortunate accident, but he's convinced it had to be murder despite the fact he can't recall what happened in his last moments of life. Cecilia seeks the help from Kaleb, a psychic, but as they resurrect the past, the secrets and lies surrounding Lar's rock and roll life just may be the death of them too.
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May 6, 2017
The journal’s message… End of the Road @KMNbooks #8sunday #snippetsunday
About this snippet: Chapter Two (Cemetery Gates) Snippet 3. Check out last week's snippet from Chapter Two snippet #2 here.
Recap from last week's snippet: Cecilia makes a cup of tea before she settles down to read her father's journal and find out what secrets he left behind. Remember the eerie message her father had written: "I don't fear the reaper. It's the humans with death in their eyes that scare me shitless. If you're reading this, death found me when my back was turned."
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Once it was brewed, she headed back to the study. Seemed only appropriate to read the journal in there, where her father could have possibly sat at the desk and jotted down his thoughts on those pages she was about to read. She placed the tea on the coffee table as she sat down on the edge of the sofa. Then frown as she stared at the journal sitting there and opened to the eerie passage her father had written. She didn't remember leaving the journal open when she placed it on the coffee table. She turned in her seat and glanced around the room as if she'd find someone in there but of course she was alone. She stared at the journal again before she finally shook her head for feeling anything other than curious. She must have left the book open. It was the only explanation she was willing to accept. She snatched it up and settled back in her seat and started reading from the first page.
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Unofficial Blurb for End of the Road
Lars Gunner, the frontman for Silent Plaids, died 23 years ago and is trapped in limbo until his daughter, Cecilia, unearths his journal and is able to see him. His death was ruled an unfortunate accident, but he's convinced it had to be murder despite the fact he can't recall what happened in his last moments of life. Cecilia seeks the help from Kaleb, a psychic, but as they resurrect the past, the secrets and lies surrounding Lar's rock and roll life just may be the death of them too.
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April 29, 2017
Comfort before indulging… End of the Road @KMNbooks #8sunday #snippetsunday
About this snippet: Chapter Two (Cemetery Gates) Snippet 2. Check out last week's snippet from Chapter Two snippet #1 here.
Recap from last week's snippet: Cecilia found her father's journal. Should she read it or not?
Skipped a few sentences for this snippet...
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She glanced at the book again as she chewed on her lower lip in thought, then murmured, "Read it and return it." There was no sense in letting her mother know she stumbled upon the book.
She placed the journal on the coffee table intent on making herself a cup of tea before she indulged in reading her father's words. She headed to the kitchen located down the hall from the study. Chefs around the world would be envious of her mother's kitchen with its large countertops and open space to maneuver. The design also included Dutch ovens, two microwaves, plenty of pots and pans to choose from, top of the line knives for chopping and slicing, and three cutting boards were an added bonus to the setup.
Her gaze traveled over the pristine stovetop and counters, making it obvious no one had taken advantage of the cooking space in quite some time. She headed to the walk-in pantry and took note of the empty shelves where can-foods, spices, and other cooking items should have been stacked. To her left though the shelves were decorated with what she craved. Her mother may not have anything in the house deemed edible, but the woman always had tea in her cupboard.
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Unofficial Blurb for End of the Road
Lars Gunner, the frontman for Silent Plaids, died 23 years ago and is trapped in limbo until his daughter, Cecilia, unearths his journal and is able to see him. His death was ruled an unfortunate accident, but he's convinced it had to be murder despite the fact he can't recall what happened in his last moments of life. Cecilia seeks the help from Kaleb, a psychic, but as they resurrect the past, the secrets and lies surrounding Lar's rock and roll life just may be the death of them too.
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April 22, 2017
Saint or Sinner? End of the Road @KMNbooks #8sunday #snippetsunday
About this snippet: Chapter Two (Cemetery Gates) Snippet 1. Check out last week's snippet from Chapter One snippet #19 here.
Recap from last week's snippet: Cecilia reads a disturbing note in her father's journal: I don't fear the reaper. It's the humans with death in their eyes that scare me shitless. If you're reading this, death found me when my back was turned.
Skipped a few sentences for this snippet...
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She didn't know if they were words he'd written for a song or if he'd written them when he'd been paranoid that someone was following him. Either way, the words chilled her and at the same time, they made her more curious than ever. These were her father's words, his thoughts, and his dreams jotted down on paper. She had a part of him she otherwise would never have had any other way since he died before she could really know him. The media made him seem like an untouchable force to be admired and his bandmates only told her the good things–well mostly the good things. Depended on how much they had to drink. Her father had a reputation as being a rebel rouser and one didn't achieve such a status by being wholesome. He'd been a few fights, drank like he'd been deprived liquids, drugs were like candy to him; so popping pills were probably a part of his staple diet.
For a long time, she'd been angry with him for dying, but then she realized it hadn't been entirely the reason for her anger. It pissed her off that people acted as if they knew him, especially the media and his fans...when all she had were hazy memories and the distorted ones her mother chose to share with her, painting her father as a saint.
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She may find out who the real man is by reading the journal. Hopefully, she won't be disappointed.
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Unofficial Blurb for End of the Road
Lars Gunner, the frontman for Silent Plaids, died 23 years ago and is trapped in limbo until his daughter, Cecilia, unearths his journal and is able to see him. His death was ruled an unfortunate accident, but he's convinced it had to be murder despite the fact he can't recall what happened in his last moments of life. Cecilia seeks the help from Kaleb, a psychic, but as they resurrect the past, the secrets and lies surrounding Lar's rock and roll life just may be the death of them too.
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April 17, 2017
April 15, 2017
A Premonition … End of the Road @KMNbooks #8sunday #snippetsunday
About this snippet: Chapter One (Don't Fear) The Reaper Snippet 18. Check out last week's snippet here.
Recap from last week's snippet: Cecilia found her father's journal hidden beneath a floorboard and placed it on the desk in hopes of reading it later. She turned away but a sound startled her and she whirled around in surprise.
The story is in the very early stages and has not been edited.
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She found the journal had fallen and lay at her feet, opened to a page where a slip a paper rested within the crease. She leaned down and reached for the note and unfolded it. The first lines seemed to jump out at her, making her feel dizzy and queasy as if she'd indulged in her mother's stash. "What the hell?" She stood and read the lines again.
I don't fear the reaper. It's the humans with death in their eyes that scare me shitless. If you're reading this, death found me when my back was turned.
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That's all for now. Only 8 sentences, but thought it was a good place to end this snippet.
April 8, 2017
Just a tad curious… End of the Road @KMNbooks #8sunday #snippetsunday
About this snippet: Chapter One (Don't Fear) The Reaper Snippet 17. Check out last week's snippet here.
Last week recap: Cecilia found her father's journal hidden beneath a floorboard. She's referring to her father in this first sentence of the snippet. Before her father died, his bandmates claimed he was paranoid.
The story is in the very early stages and has not been edited.
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He even accused her mother of having someone follow him. It was why at first the authorities believed her father's accident had been a suicide, that he'd been unstable.
She stared at the book and wondered what she should do with it. Give it to her mother?
She stood, placed the last guitar in its place and closed the closet door. She glanced at the book in her hand. She'd be lying if she weren't just a tad curious to know what her father had written. Maybe after she read it and made sure there wasn't anything in it that would upset her mother, she'd give it to her. God knew her mother didn't need anything else to obsess about in regards to her father.
She placed the journal on the desk but as she turned a loud slap against the wood floor had her whirling back with a gasp.
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Would you give the journal to Cecilia's mother?
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Unofficial Blurb for End of the Road
Lars Gunner, the frontman for Silent Plaids, died 23 years ago and is trapped in limbo until his daughter, Cecilia, unearths his journal and is able to see him. His death was ruled an unfortunate accident, but he's convinced it had to be murder despite the fact he can't recall what happened in his last moments of life. Cecilia seeks the help from Kaleb, a psychic, but as they resurrect the past, the secrets and lies surrounding Lar's rock and roll life just may be the death of them too.
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April 1, 2017
Written Words… End of the Road @KMNbooks #8sunday #snippetsunday
About this snippet: Chapter One (Don't Fear) The Reaper Snippet 14. Check out last week's snippet here.
Last week recap: Cecilia found a journal beneath the floorboards and is wondering why it was hidden and who it belongs to.
Now for the snippet.
The story is in the very early stages and has not been edited.
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She slowly flipped through the pages once more and paused to read a passage, then another. The aged worn sheets were filled with bold print and some pages were scrawled in handwriting.
One scribbled laden note read: Talk to Fritz about changing a line on the second stanza of Be it Known. The words aren't clicking with me. Got something else in mind.
There was another note where he jotted down a reminder to buy Phoebe a present for their anniversary. This had to be her father's journal. "But why would you hide it away?" she murmured to herself. It didn't make any sense, but then maybe it did. Fritz said her father had been paranoid the last months before his death.
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Unofficial Blurb for End of the Road
Lars Gunner, the frontman for Silent Plaids, died 23 years ago and is trapped in limbo until his daughter, Cecilia, unearths his journal and is able to see him. His death was ruled an unfortunate accident, but he's convinced it had to be murder despite the fact he can't recall what happened in his last moments of life. Cecilia seeks the help from Kaleb, a psychic, but as they resurrect the past, the secrets and lies surrounding Lar's rock and roll life just may be the death of them too.
If you’re a writer (regardless of published/unpublished status) come join us and share a snippet of your work in progress, a new release, or an oldie but goodie.
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March 25, 2017
Hidden treasures…End of the Road @KMNbooks #8sunday #snippetsunday
About this snippet: Chapter One (Don't Fear) The Reaper Snippet 14. Check out last week's snippet here.
Last week recap: Cecilia knocked down the guitars in the walk-in closet and was putting them back in order when she realized a floorboard had come loose. She could see something hidden beneath it.
Now for the snippet.
This story is a WIP. The story is in the very early stages and has not been edited.
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She slipped out her phone from her pocket of her jeans and used the flashlight to see what had been secreted away beneath the floorboards before she stuck her hand down there to retrieve it. Creepy crawly things could be lurking beneath there for all she knew. However, a second later all thoughts of spiders and other creatures had slipped her mind once she could identify the object as a book. Her fingers curled around the binding and snatched it from its hiding place.
She sat down crossed legged and brushed the dusty film away from the front cover before she flipped through the pages to glance at the contents, which appeared to be handwritten in blue ink. She was about to flip through it again at a slower pace when a photograph fell out from its confines and landed face down beside her knee. She reached for it and turned it over. A chubby-cheeked and all eyes toddler stared back at her and it took her a second more to realize she stared at a photograph of herself. She was probably about two-years-old here. Her gaze riveted to the book again.
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Could this be her father's journal? What do you think?
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Unofficial Blurb for End of the Road
Lars Gunner, the frontman for Silent Plaids, died 23 years ago and is trapped in limbo until his daughter, Cecilia, unearths his journal and is able to see him. His death was ruled an unfortunate accident, but he's convinced it had to be murder despite the fact he can't recall what happened in his last moments of life. Cecilia seeks the help from Kaleb, a psychic, but as they resurrect the past, the secrets and lies surrounding Lar's rock and roll life just may be the death of them too.
If you’re a writer (regardless of published/unpublished status) come join us and share a snippet of your work in progress, a new release, or an oldie but goodie.
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March 18, 2017
Something new, something old, something hidden…End of the Road @KMNbooks #8sunday #snippetsunday
About this snippet: Chapter One (Don't Fear) The Reaper Snippet 14. Last snippet posted is here.
Cecilia cleaned up the study her bereaved mother left in shambles. Her mother had been watching old films of her rock-star father who died 23 years ago. She stacked the films away in canisters, intent on putting them away in the walk-in closet but something else caught her eye. Now for the snippet.
This story is a WIP. The story is in the very early stages and has not been edited.
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Five guitars were situated on the floor of the closet, upright and leaning against wall for support. On impulse, she reached for the candy-apple-red electric guitar with a skull painted on the base.
She could play the piano, but she never mastered the guitar, which now she regretted since Billy Pitts – who played the electric guitar for the Silent Plaids and was one of the best of the best – had offered to teach her, but she rebelled against the idea since it was her father's instrument of choice. It was a stupid rebellion against him for dying and leaving her as if he had a choice, but she had a stubborn streak and it plagued her more times than not; just another trait she inherited from her father or so her mother told her on many occasions.
Her fingers lightly caressed the skull painted white and black before she returned the instrument to it resting place, but it tilted and before she could right it once more, it fell against the guitar standing next to it, then the next went and the next as if the instruments were imitating the domino effect for her benefit. She cringed and hoped she hadn't caused any damage for her carelessness. She sat down on her knees to pick up the instruments and place them back in order. As she reached to place the last one down, her gaze caught sight of the floorboard in the corner sitting askew. It must have been why the guitar had fallen to the side when she'd put it down.
She reached for board and picked it up, intending set it straight, but her gaze landed on something hidden beneath the plank.
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Hmm...I wonder what she found.
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