Untitled (Shelton’s POV) Chapter Two

Prologue   Chapter One


The largest chimney stack of St. Lawrence is the first thing you’d see for at least a mile before even getting there. The smoke bellowed out of it and carried far across the rural fields, mixing in with the wispy clouds. As you got closer, you’d see an enormous brick-built Victorian style building closed off by a black iron gate. Behind that building were several other buildings that were all styled the same, but varied in different sizes for various purposes.

I wasn’t expecting to see any of that when I finally went to the institution. In fact, it contrasted greatly with the image I had set in my mind; dark sky, cracked windows, and overgrown grass to name a few traits.

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Moonshine (Chapter Two)

To read chapter one, go here


Later, I found myself standing in front of a mirror, hat in hand and eyes looking everywhere but the glass. I told myself I still looked nearly the same; that the demonic horns I now sported weren’t so bad and that I could handle going places without my favorite hat. After all, demons didn’t need hats. I also told myself being dead wasn’t so bad. Hell, I still kinda felt human, which was odd because I had always imagined giving up your humanity meant, well, becoming a different creature altogether. I had imagined that I would be nothing more than a snarling beast, one that would enjoy serving my master while my soul was forever tortured without the guidance of God’s great angels.

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Untitled (Shelton’s POV): Chapter One

To read the prologue, you can find it here


It wasn’t every day that a middle class couple was executed in America. But then again, it wasn’t every day that you get two spies convicted of selling atomic secrets to the Soviets.

The Rosenbergs were the hot subject in Charley’s Bar: a place where men usually came to drink and smoke their troubles silently away. A frequent downtown goer would’ve noticed that us boys were completely distracted from our daily hobbies. Hell, even the cigarette smoke wasn’t all that bad. If anything was in the norm, we all still sipped away at our drinks while having arguments about the matter.

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Question Corner: What’s Your Favorite Genre to Write?

Writers! What’s your favorite genre to write? Do you like to mix up genres?

For me, it’s historical fiction. Being fond of history, I like to incorporate historical elements into my stories. That being said, the paranormal genre is a close second for me. Oftentimes, I’ll pair both the historical and paranormal genre together–which admittedly, loses some the realism in the process.

Fiction Writing Tips For Beginners

Writing can be difficult for someone starting out. For the beginner getting into fiction writing, here are a few tips:

Establish a Setting

As someone who critiques on Wattpad, too often do I see characters just dropped into an empty world. There are places the character goes to, but those places are never described. This is where descriptions come in handy. What does your character’s house look like? What season is it? Is the character in a small town or a large city?

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To Hell and Back (Paranormal/Historical Fiction/Gay Romance)

Chicago , 1952

Anyone who knew John Joseph Cromwell Sr. knew that he was the most pious, anti-immigration, and most importantly, anti-demon senator that the United States had ever seen in its 176  years of existing. A church-goer for all of his fifty-six years, Cromwell made sure to preach about the evils of demons until his voice grew hoarse. Thirty years back, he was labeled a ‘quack’ and ‘insane.’ Now he was adored by many all over the country.

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Historical Fiction/Paranormal Story: Moonshine (Chapter One)

When I was younger, my pop wanted me to take up police work. At parades, I would be perched up on his shoulders with my small finger pointing at the rows of marching men. Crimson and gold uniforms flashed by us. White confetti littered the streets while horns were raised, blaring with fanfare. When the police officers came on through, Pop would say in his deep, but mild German accent, “See them? There goes a bunch of honorable men. You’d do fine in a position like that one day.”

Seventeen years later, I stared down at his bullet ridden corpse with the pistol still smoking in my hand. I wondered if he thought we were so honorable then.

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Gone Up In Smoke (Historical Speculative Fiction)

This is the prologue to an old story of mine that I published a few years ago on Wattpad. 


 

“Dead Man Walking.”
His sharp black eyes were quick to catch the sneer of the prison guard just to the right of him. Dan Andrews never had one thing in his life to be proud of, but if he had to think of something then as he walked past the row of occupant prison cells, it was how he could hold his tongue. Although, little things like that wouldn’t matter anymore to his relatives, his friends, or acquaintances; all they’d be talking about now was how Andrews, shy old Andrews, had found himself in the chair for the savage murder of a family.

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