Samantha Warren's Blog, page 31
April 19, 2011
Lust. It's that feeling in the pit of your stomach when y...
Lust. It's that feeling in the pit of your stomach when you see someone for the first time. It's the rapid beat of your heart as your blood heats up, pulsing through your veins at light-speed. It's the catch in your breath the first time they speak to you, the tingle in your fingers at their first touch. It's the uncontrollable smile that involuntarily spreads across your lips every time their name flits across your brain. It's the daydreams, the night dreams, dreams of future possibilities. ...
April 15, 2011
Watch Where You're Walking...
"Ouch! What the heck was that?"
I looked at him, eyes squinted, as he glared at the ground behind him, then I shrugged my shoulders. "Dunno. But watch where you walk. Lots of roots and things here. You might stumble."
"I did just stumble," he mumbled behind me as I turned and continued on.
His constant grumbles and stumbles were starting to get to me. I'd barely known the guy a few weeks, but he hung around more than my best friend, despite my pleasant (and sometimes less-than-pleasant) hints f...
I looked at him, eyes squinted, as he glared at the ground behind him, then I shrugged my shoulders. "Dunno. But watch where you walk. Lots of roots and things here. You might stumble."
"I did just stumble," he mumbled behind me as I turned and continued on.
His constant grumbles and stumbles were starting to get to me. I'd barely known the guy a few weeks, but he hung around more than my best friend, despite my pleasant (and sometimes less-than-pleasant) hints f...
April 14, 2011
Blood of the Dragon now on Kindle!
Blood of the Dragon
, my first full-length novel, is now available on Kindle!
Three centuries ago, Sigurd, King of Dragons, was defeated by the Aron, self-proclaimed King of All. Now, the dragon race is enslaved, the Gypsies outlawed, and the Hidden banished. Humans live in poverty and fear of Princess Slyvania and her evil sidekick, Commander Locke.
But hope remains. Sigurd's son, Ychthorn, held in stasis for 300 years, is ready to embark on a journey with four friends to bring freedom and...
Three centuries ago, Sigurd, King of Dragons, was defeated by the Aron, self-proclaimed King of All. Now, the dragon race is enslaved, the Gypsies outlawed, and the Hidden banished. Humans live in poverty and fear of Princess Slyvania and her evil sidekick, Commander Locke.But hope remains. Sigurd's son, Ychthorn, held in stasis for 300 years, is ready to embark on a journey with four friends to bring freedom and...
April 11, 2011
Shhh
"And how does that make you feel?"
Fred sighed. Ever since his girlfriend had made the decision to become a psychologist, she'd been way too focused on "feelings" and "talking". It made him ill. More ill than the undercooked chicken in front of him.
"Fine, just fine," he mumbled around a mouthful of pink, chewy poultry.
"It doesn't upset you that they undercooked your chicken? It doesn't make you angry that they would try to harm you in that manner?"
"Nope. I like undercooked chicken," he said,...
Fred sighed. Ever since his girlfriend had made the decision to become a psychologist, she'd been way too focused on "feelings" and "talking". It made him ill. More ill than the undercooked chicken in front of him.
"Fine, just fine," he mumbled around a mouthful of pink, chewy poultry.
"It doesn't upset you that they undercooked your chicken? It doesn't make you angry that they would try to harm you in that manner?"
"Nope. I like undercooked chicken," he said,...
April 8, 2011
Snapshots of a Life
Running down a darkened hallway, peals of laughter singing through the air as they race toward an unknown destination.
A small schoolroom in the basement of a church. Three rows of desks, six chairs per row, split into two sections, an aisle in the middle. Some of the chairs are already filled, the young boys, kicking their feet, legs not yet long enough to reach the ground. One boy stands as the end of the aisle, heart beating fiercely in his chest at all the unfamiliar faces.
That same boy, y...
A small schoolroom in the basement of a church. Three rows of desks, six chairs per row, split into two sections, an aisle in the middle. Some of the chairs are already filled, the young boys, kicking their feet, legs not yet long enough to reach the ground. One boy stands as the end of the aisle, heart beating fiercely in his chest at all the unfamiliar faces.
That same boy, y...
April 4, 2011
April 3, 2011
Sour
Bzzt, bzzt, bzzzt.
"Ughn." She rolled over, smacking the alarm. Her tired fingers missed the massive snooze button and the plastic contraption tumbled from the nightstand, yelling at her like an angry bee.
Groaning again, she rolled out of bed, landing on the floor on her knees as she searched for the irritating noise. Her hand touched the cool plastic and she grabbed at it, fumbling with the off switch. She couldn't make it work, so she reached behind the nightstand and yanked the plug out o...
"Ughn." She rolled over, smacking the alarm. Her tired fingers missed the massive snooze button and the plastic contraption tumbled from the nightstand, yelling at her like an angry bee.
Groaning again, she rolled out of bed, landing on the floor on her knees as she searched for the irritating noise. Her hand touched the cool plastic and she grabbed at it, fumbling with the off switch. She couldn't make it work, so she reached behind the nightstand and yanked the plug out o...
