Throwback Thursday – Suffering from amnesia / a talking dog / refused to leave the bathtub.

  Introduction:  I love writing from writing prompts.  Over the years, I've amassed a collection of story bits from various prompt circles and exercises.  A particularly fun one to play with is called The Amazing Story Generator.  You pick three pieces at random and write a story based on what comes up.   Writing Prompt: Suffering from amnesia A talking dog ...
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New World Order, Chapter 20: Cross-Cultural Interactions (Belinda)

Their guide, Sandeep Singh, met them in the hallway of the hospital. “Did you find what you needed?” His voice had a faint British-Indian accent.“Yes,” Belinda told him. “I released the spell keeping him in a coma.”Sandeep’s dark brown eyes, so dark as to be indistinguishable from black onyx, bored into hers. “You have power.”“Yes.” She held his gaze, but waited. He seeme...
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New World Order, Chapter 19: Long Distance Call (Brock)

Brock parked behind Uncle Matt’s Jeep. Parker and Nelly, two of the huge Irish Wolfhounds that lived at the Gary farm but didn’t really belong to anyone specific, raced up to his SUV. Parker let out a deep bark, his tail wagging so hard Brock feared he might dislocate it. Nelly jumped up, her paws muddy.He sidestepped so she wouldn’t plant those messy feet on his pants. “Do...
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New World Order, Chapter 18: Making New Friends (Belinda)

Thursday morning, Jon pulled onto the highway and Belinda stared out of the window, watching the city turn to fields and rolling hills. This being the first time she ever left Madison, Belinda decided to enjoy every moment of her unexpected freedom. She remembered Sandillo giving her a long look that morning before they left. Jon suggested they travel to Milwaukee to intervi...
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New World Order, Chapter 17: Banker’s Hours (Belinda)

Belinda stepped off the porch, heading for her Prius, but her brother caught her arm.“Just leave her here,” Brock ordered. “We’re going to be late. We’ll take the Pearl.”Fury filled her and she yanked her arm free. “Don’t order me around!”He smirked. “Touchy, touchy.”“This is my case, Brock! Not the Coven’s!”He grabbed her arm too fast for her to avoid and all but dragged ...
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Halloween Blog Hop

Happy Halloween! Thanks to Booknibbles.com for the wonderful tour! If you’re just coming across this post, you can catch the beginning HERE.In celebration of Halloween and Samhain, the Celtic New Year, here is chapter one of our novel, New World Order.  We hope you like what you see!Chapter One:  The Hunkman Cometh“Hey, Lieutenant,” Belinda Gary called. She handed h...
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New World Order, Chapter 16: Two Stronger Than One (Brock)

The Prius spun into the driveway, gravel flying and hitting the porch. The sharp little sounds ricocheted like machine gun fire in the quiet afternoon air. Belinda jumped out of the car before it fully stopped, or so it seemed to Brock. Great. Last thing they needed was for his sister to add her attitude to Gran’s, but it looked like that’s exactly what was going to happen. His...
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New World Order, Chapter 15, Appraising a Jewel (Brock)

Brock looked over at his team as the SUV glided to a smooth halt in the parking lot. Crowded with silent cars, many people were still waking and beginning their day. Not many people out and about yet. This fit perfectly with their plan.Jon’s visit, very early that morning caused Brock to make two phone calls. One, to his Gran, infuriated him; while the other filled him wit...
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New World Order, Chapter 14: No More Games, Mr. Balistreri (Belinda)

A half hour after barging into Sandillo’s office, Belinda found herself back at her desk. The day planner sat there like an accusation. Balistreri refused to speak to them, then refused to even talk to Sandillo. He relented, finally, and agreed to see them – but later, not right that moment. He had ‘important business to attend to.’ She wanted to snarl with frustration.“Yo...
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New World Order, Chapter 13: You Can Pick Your Friends… (Belinda)

Belinda Gary spread the file out on her desk. Mr. Thomas Evans, age forty-seven, formerly resident of the house with a brownie and a housekeeper… She left the crime scene photos in their plasticine sleeves, face down. She did not need more nightmares. Instead, she sorted everything across her blotter. Her own notes and Jon’s went on the left, then the details of the insura...
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