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Cover reveal – Death Before Daylight by Shannon A Thompson

DBDcover I am once again honoured to take part in the cover reveal for Shannon and her awesome Timely Death Trilogy. I could talk the hind legs off a donkey about how highly I rate Shannon as an author, but I’ll let her do the talking as she does it so much more eloquently than I, click here if you’d like to read my review of the book.

Letter from author, Shannon A. Thompson

It’s here! It’s here! The final cover of The Timely Death Trilogy has finally been released. A special thank you goes out to Clean Teen Publishing and this lovely Member of the Dark who is helping share this message today. Minutes Before Sunset, book 1 of The Timely Death Trilogy, re-releases on July 28 – with an all new interior and exterior – and both are beautiful. Seconds Before Sunrise follows on August 25, and Death Before Daylight (the only novel of the trilogy to never see the shelves before) is finally getting it’s day . . . hehehe . . . Well, it’s releasing September 15. Even more exciting? You can win prizes throughout all of these events and more by becoming a Member of the Dark . . . or a Member of the Light. Check out the details below! I look forward to speaking with you!

Shannon A. Thompson (a.k.a. SAT)


Two eternities. One ending.

“Harmony would only come with destruction.”

The moment Eric and Jessica are reunited, they are torn apart. After the appearance of a new breed of shades and lights, the powers shift for the worse, and all three descendants find themselves face-to-face in the Light realm. When Darthon is in control, the last thing everyone expects is to finally hear the truth.

While Jessica learns the reason of her creation, Darthon’s identity is exposed to Eric—and only Eric—and Eric can no longer defend himself. With the eternities of the Light and the Dark resting on Jessica’s shoulders, she must choose who she will be—a light or a shade.

In the end, someone must die, and the end is near.

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Stay Dark,



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Cover reveal – Seconds Before Sunrise by Shannon A Thompson

SBScoverI am delighted to be able to reveal the next cover in The Timely Death Trilogy: Seconds Before Sunrise!

Regular readers of my blog will know what a huge fan of Shannon I am and so I shall let her do the talking (my original review of the book can be found here):

Shannon A Thompson:

The Timely Death Trilogy began as one teenager’s nightmare and morphed into a real-life dream of authorship. The entire trilogy re-releases with new covers and new interiors this summer and fall by Clean Teen Publishing. I hope you’ll check out this dark vs. light trilogy (mainly because the “dark” side is the good side…maybe), and I especially hope you’ll consider becoming a Member of the Dark! Each time there is a special event, you can participate and win prizes—like spotlights on my website, books, and more. Simply email me at, and I’ll send a badge over to you. We might even have coffee together.

Thank you for reading about this dark journey,

Synopsis of Seconds Before Sunrise:

Seconds Before Sunrise (book 2 of The Timely Death Trilogy)

Two nightmares. One memory.

“Chaos within destiny. It was the definition of our love.”

Eric has weeks before his final battle when he’s in an accident. Forced to face his human side, he knows he can’t survive if he fights alone. But he doesn’t want to surrender, even if he becomes the sacrifice for war.

Jessica’s memory isn’t the only thing she’s lost. Her desire to find her parents is gone and so is her confidence. But when fate leaves nightmares behind, she decides to find the boy she sees in them, even if it risks her sanity.





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pic1About the author:

Shannon A. Thompson is a 23-year-old author, avid reader, and habitual chatterbox. She was merely 16 when she was first published, and a lot has happened since then. Thompson’s work has appeared in numerous poetry collections and anthologies, and her first installment of The Timely Death Trilogy became Goodreads Book of the Month. She is currently represented by Clean Teen Publishing, and Minutes Before Sunset releases on July 28, 2015.

As a novelist, poet, and blogger, Thompson spends her free time writing and sharing ideas with her black cat named after her favorite actor, Humphrey Bogart. Between writing and befriending cats, she graduated from the University of Kansas with a bachelor’s degree in English, and she travels whenever the road calls her.


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Minutes Before Sunset Cover Reveal – Shannon A Thompson

Cover Regular readers of my blog will be aware that Shannon A Thompson (a young author who I am a huge fan of) recently suffered the devastation of her publisher closing down, leaving her without representation.

While many folks may have given up there and then, Shannon continued on (with the support of her ever-growing fan base of readers) and has signed up with a new publisher: Clean Teen Publishing who will be re-releasing the first installment of the Timely Death Trilogy, Minutes Before Sunset on July 28th 2015.

For those of you who are unfamiliar with Shannon and her work, let me say this: this young lady is a hugely talented author with a big future ahead of her. Still so young, she has achieved so much, which is even more incredible given the blows that life has dealt her along the way.

Shannon isn’t just an author, she’s a blogger who puts her heart and soul into sharing the ups and downs of being a writer and also life in general. Shannon is a warm and giving young woman who always makes the time to reach out and make contact with new bloggers and readers. Take it from this blogger, she reached out to me when I was a novice blogger and introduced me to the wonderful community of fellow writers and readers on WordPress.

I could probably wax lyrical about Shannon for hours, but I shall let her bio do the talking (it’s much more eloquent than I could ever be):

pic1Shannon A. Thompson is a 23-year-old author, avid reader, and habitual chatterbox. She was merely 16 when she was first published, and a lot has happened since then. Thompson’s work has appeared in numerous poetry collections and anthologies, and her first installment of The Timely Death Trilogy became Goodreads Book of the Month. She is currently represented by Clean Teen Publishing, and Minutes Before Sunset releases on July 28, 2015.


As a novelist, poet, and blogger, Thompson spends her free time writing and sharing ideas with her black cat named after her favorite actor, Humphrey Bogart. Between writing and befriending cats, she graduated from the University of Kansas with a bachelor’s degree in English, and she travels whenever the road calls her.

And if you don’t believe what I have to say about the wonderful Miss Thompson’s writing, check out the synopsis and reviews Minutes Before Sunset has already garnered on its first release:

Two destines. One death.

“Her kiss could kill us, and my consent signed our death certificates.”

Eric Welborn isn’t completely human, but he isn’t the only shade in the small Midwest town of Hayworth. With one year left before his eighteenth birthday, Eric is destined to win a long-raging war for his kind. But then she happens. In the middle of the night, Eric meets a nameless shade, and she’s powerful—too powerful—and his beliefs are altered. The Dark has lied to him, and he’s determined to figure out exactly what lies were told, even if the secrets protect his survival.

Jessica Taylor moves to Hayworth, and her only goal is to find more information on her deceased biological family. Her adoptive parents agree to help on one condition: perfect grades. And Jessica is distraught when she’s assigned as Eric’s class partner. He won’t help, let alone talk to her, but she’s determined to change him—even if it means revealing everything he’s strived to hide.

Awarded Goodreads’ Book of the Month in July 2012

Releases July 28, 2015 – Second edition by Clean Teen Publishing, new cover and new interior!

Current Rating on Goodreads: 146 ratings, 4.3 stars


  • “A magical, if slightly dark, tale.” – The Reader’s Review
  • “Wonderfully unnerving.” – Coffee Shop Reader
  • “This is a story of forbidden love, hidden love, and a war of love.” – Endless Reading
  • “This book was brilliant, original and romantic. This is a timeless love story with incredible character growth, action and twists of fate.” – Note to Selph Book Reviews
  • “Miss. Thompson twisted the concept of Light and Dark, reversing the well-known roles, changing the time-old dance and making it her own. Brilliant and true, “Minutes Before Sunset” is thought-provoking, bringing real-life lessons and morals from a world of the supernatural.” – Live. Laugh. Read

I hope I have whet your appetite enough for you to check out the following links to access more information on Shannon and her books:






A link to my original review of Minutes Before Sunset can be found here


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Book Review – Death Before Daylight by Shannon A Thompson

Seconds Before SunriseAs a fan of Shannon’s ‘Timely Death’ trilogy, I was delighted when the author emailed me with an ARC of her new book ‘Death Before Daylight’.

Those of you who read my blog with any regularity will know that I have already read and reviewed the two previous titles in the series and loved them both. Shannon A Thompson is a talented writer with a big future, mark my words.

Death Before Daylight picks up at the aftermath of the showdown between the Light and the Dark. It had been prophesized that the battle between Shoman and Darthon would bring about the end of the war between the two fighting factions. It would be a battle that only one could survive.

Until Jessica came along.

Without giving too much away for those of you who haven’t read the first two books in the series, Jessica’s arrival in the small town of Hayworth has a devastating effect on the battle between the warring sects and a prophecy that has been set in stone for years.

Since the battle, everything has been turned on its head, leaving Jess and Eric confused and mistrustful of those closest to them. Members of both sides find their powers weakening, except for Shoman, Darthon and Jess. Since discovering that Jess holds the key to Darthon’s success or demise, the Dark have been on full alert as to the possibility of another attempt on Shoman and Jessica’s lives.

It’s not long until Darthon makes the first move, and with devastating consequences. Both Shoman and Jessica are forced to confront a reality which they would rather didn’t exist. Both discover that there is no being ‘normal’ when living life as a Shade. Life not only for Eric and Jess, but everyone in the town of Hayworth (humans included) becomes increasingly complicated and confusing.

With Eric acting erratically and Jess revealing a devastating truth, the lines between fact and fiction, truth and lie start to become blurred. Long-buried secrets as well as hidden identities are revealed as Death Before Daylight brings the Timely Death trilogy to a thrilling climax.

With Darthon confident of his position in his continuing confrontation with Shoman, the Dark seem to be a disadvantage, one which could see the Lights finally become victorious in the age old battle between the sects. Yet again, it is Jessica who holds the key as to which side will end up victorious.

Jessica finds her faith and trust tested repeatedly, leaving her confused as to which side she is truly on. With Shoman and Darthon each attempting to convince her to ally with their side, could their persistence in fact cause her to do the opposite of what they intended?

Jessica seems faced with an impossible choice – no matter which side she chooses, people will die.

From start to finish, The Timely Death trilogy has been a thrilling roller-coaster ride full of romance, suspense, mystery, intrigue and a healthy dose of teenage angst. Shannon deftly carries the story between two of the trilogy’s main characters (Eric and Jessica) and this dual point of view makes the unfolding story all the more intriguing. There’s something quite fun about having a greater knowledge of what is really happening than some of the trilogy’s characters do.

Even with the dual storytelling, Shannon manages to weave in a number of twists and turns that leave the reader guessing, right until the very end. Though the trilogy is classed as ‘Young Adult’, I would recommend this series of books to anyone who enjoys a tale woven with romance, angst and the supernatural.

Unfortunately, Shannon received some devastating news last year when her publisher went out of business. Thankfully, Shannon has now signed with a new publisher! This is fantastic news for fans of her work, Shannon’s books will be re-released by her new publisher later this year and you will be able to get your hands on the work of this up and coming writer!

Please visit Shannon’s site by clicking on the link. Shannon is offering a number of services to fellow writers and if her writing is anything to go buy, those who employ her services are likely to great value for their money. Even if you are not in need of writer services, please check out Shannon’s site and show your support for a talented young author.

Shannon A



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Know This

I’m telling you this story because you are the only people I can trust not to judge me. Ever since we first met, when your eyes met my own, I knew we had a connection. You looked at me with such trust that I felt some of the walls I’d built around my heart crumbling and falling away.

We’ve known each other for long enough for me to tell you the truth. This may be hard to hear, but knowing this will save you a great deal of heartache in the future.

There are bad people out there, some closer than you think. Even people who were meant to love and protect you will be the ones who’ll hurt you the most. Who knows what drives the darkness in their hearts, but know now that your trust and respect should be earned by those around you. Make sure that, whoever you open your heart to, you choose wisely, for once a heart has been broken it can never be truly mended. Those scars will stay with you for the rest of your life, fading with time, but a painful reminder of past hurts.

For some, you will never be good enough, no matter what you do. There are people in this life who want to hurt you for no good reason. Don’t give them the time of day and NEVER let them know that their cruel words have left their mark. Look those people in the eye and know that you are better than they will ever be.

Life is full of mistakes, but learning from them is what counts. Trust me, I’ve made a few of my own. When something goes wrong, use the experience to do better in the future. Don’t blame yourself for mistakes made, for that is how we learn and grow as people. Have courage in your convictions and stand up for what you know is right. Your heart is pure and untainted – keep it that way.

Time is precious so spend it with the ones you love and don’t be afraid to tell them how much they mean to you. Live and love with all of your heart; you can be anything you want to be.

You’ll grow, get older and probably outgrow my company, but know this: I will be with you every step of the way, teaching you, guiding you, supporting you to be the best that you can possibly be. I’ll be there for every birthday, every Christmas and every life event in between.

I’ll be there to remind you of your aunt and how much she loved you, how delighted she would be in the progress that you’ve made and everything you’ll ever achieve. I can never replace her, but I can try to fill some of the void that her passing caused.

She’ll live on through us all – in our hearts, in our minds and in our memories.


Written in response to Thain in Vain’s Week 52 prompt: Start your story with: “I’m telling you this story because you are the only person I can trust not to judge me . . .”


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About An Hour Ago

Insomnia2I barely remember the journey to work, although my colleagues later told me that I must have driven myself there under my own steam. I don’t remember getting out of the car or sitting on the stairs and crying my eyes out, but I must have done.

Somehow I ended up back at home with no recollection of how I’d gotten there. I was alone in my cold and dark flat, alone and with no one but my own shadow to keep me company, sobbing my eyes out yet not even knowing why.

I was tired, so very tired that even sleep escaped me. Night after night I lay on my bed in the dark, praying that sleep would take me in its gentle embrace and carry me away to a place where my mind could rest.

Just a few hours of rest. Was that too much to ask for?

Nights turned into weeks, until insomnia became my newest traveling companion. It didn’t matter where I went, insomnia would follow me like a hunting dog on the scent of a rabbit.

Insomnia stuck to me like mud on my shoes and no matter how much I tried to shake and shrug him off, still he clung to me, sinking his claws into my mind and refusing to let go.

Lying in bed in the dark of night, exhaustion brings a strange sort of madness with it. Have you ever felt so tired that you cannot sleep?

When your body and mind crave for a rest that is impossible to achieve, your brain begins to play subtle tricks on you. Paranoia begins to take hold, fighting insomnia and exhaustion for dominance in your wearied body, pulling you in different directions until you feel as if you’re being torn apart.

You question what people say to you, convinced that they’re looking down on you, judging you, mocking you behind your back. You hear noises, even when there is nothing but you and the aching silence of the dead of night. Shadows on walls begin to move, convincing you that you are not alone in your tortured solitude.

During your waking hours, sleep taunts you, convincing you that you’ll be able to rest, if only you’d lay your weary body down for a moment. Lured by the chance of quelling the disquiet within you do as sleep commands, only to find that it was a trick, a lie.

The day is not made for sleeping. Reality taunts you, mocking you for believing that you’ll ever find peace. The day is made for living, but your nights are not made for sleeping either. Your nights are made for you reliving every mistake you’ve ever made, every person you’ve ever hurt and every promise you ever broke.

There is no escape. This is your reality.

About an hour ago, I took matters into my own hands. Waiting for the narcotics to take effect, I pray that, tonight, I can rest.

Written in response to Thain in Vain’s Week 50 prompt: About an hour ago.






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The Continuation of Ken and Barbie

7193835090_ccf4f53f88_zBarbie sat breathless on the ground as she admire how Ken had ripped GI Joe’s head clean from his shoulders, tossing it aside as if it were nothing more than garbage.

“Wow, Kenny….that was – “

“Beet you didn’t think I had it in me, did you? Who’s got no balls now?” Ken smirked as he flopped down beside Barbie, not even caring that he was missing an arm and that one of his legs was bent at a very strange angle.

Ken’s shirt was torn, his pants stained with mud and his hair sticking up in all directions. He looked nothing like he normally did, but Barbie found her plasticky insides twitching at the thought of seeing Ken completely naked.

“It makes you horny, doesn’t it?” Ken smirked as he awkwardly turned onto his side and laid a stiff plastic hand on Barbie’s face, one that she immediately placed a soft kiss on.

“You’re my hero, Ken,” she gushed, moving herself close enough so that their bodies touched.

It wasn’t long before both of them were as naked as the day they’d been manufactured, giving in to passion as their non-articulating limbs moved awkwardly as both tried to gain the upper hand in the sensuous duel.

Having done his business, Ken rolled off Barbie and placed his remaining arm behind his head, gazing up at the sky above. “We’re good together, Barb. If you and I stick together the world could be our oyster.”

Now it was Barbie’s turn to lay on her side, her fingerless hand moving up and down Ken’s chest. “I think I love you, Ken….”

“KEN! You cheating bastard!”

Storming her way through a melee of severed limbs and kicking GI Joe’s head out of the way, Cindy stomped toward the two young lovers.

Ken tried to grab his shirt with his one remaining arm but found it pinned under Cindy’s shiny red high heel shoes.

“Babe,” he tried to placate her, giving her a strained smile. “I can explain everything,” he pleaded, wincing as Cindy’s heel dug into his arm.

“I always knew you had a wandering eye, but what the hell are you doing with this whore? Don’t you know that most of Mattel World has already slept with her? She’s probably got some sort of disease you know…”

Barbie felt compelled to defend her honour. “Hey, take that back you little tramp!”

Cindy stared, laughing humourlessly. “Please, at least all of my parts are my own.” Cindy wiggled her plastic ass as if to reinforce the point.

Climbing to her feet, Barbie snarled in Cindy’s face. “Maybe if you weren’t such a plain Jane then Ken wouldn’t have come to me!”

“Ladies,” Ken interjected, “Can’t we try to work this out?”

“Shut up, Ken!” both women shouted at the same time.

Watching as Barbie and Cindy rolled around in the mud, Ken couldn’t help but find himself aroused. Just what was it about fighting on Mattel World that made everyone horny?

Written in response to Thain in Vain’s Week 48 prompt: Revisit a favourite character from one of your past #FFC52 stories and write a new story about this character using the word “oyster” somewhere in it.






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Semper Fi

I saw her standing there, waiting in line for her skinny mocha, just like she does every day. She always comes in at the same time, dressed in her work clothes and looking impatient as the people in front of her dither over which drink they’ll have today.

I know her order, it’s always the same. I even hear her say those words in my dreams sometimes. I watch as she inches closer to the front of the queue, wishing that she’d turn round and see me. Just once.

It’s not asking for much, is it? For this beautiful woman, the girl of my dreams to turn around and make eye contact with me?

They never do.

I’m the kind of person that others will go out of their way not to look at. My face is the kind that small children’s nightmares are made of. I know that folks try their best to not even look in my general direction and I’ve learned to live with that and accept it for what it is.

It’s taken me years to even work up the courage to step foot outside me own front door. How can someone like me be afraid of going outside?

It was never like that before, not until I got blown up on a routine patrol, that is. My unit was patrolling a small village when one of our unit stepped on something he shouldn’t have. I tried my best to get to him in time but it was too late. The right side of my body, mainly my face, took the worst of the blast.

I don’t remember anything until I woke in a hospital in Germany. After that, it was just a vague blur of sights, sounds and smells until they flew me back home.

The first time I saw my reflection in a mirror, I reacted so badly that the doctors had to sedate me. Despite months of treatments and countless operations, I still look hideous.

I don’t know why I chose the coffee shop to spend my days, but it seemed as good a place as any. I used to come here before…..before half my face got blown away. I doubt anyone recognised me from the man I used to be.

I smile as she makes it to the front of the queue, feeling a frisson of excitement as I hear her make her order. I watch her from beneath the brim of my hat, pretending that I’m reading the paper instead. Suddenly, both my wildest dream and worst nightmare collide as she makes eye contact with me for just a second. I do my best to hide my face as she walks toward me, fully expecting her to shout something awful.

Her hand on my chin takes me by surprise as she lifts my head gently. Placing a kiss on my scarred face, she whispers. “Semper Fi, lieutenant. God bless you.”



Written in response to Thain in Vain’s Week 46 prompt: Study a stranger the next time you are in a coffee shop, on a bus or subway, in a queue. Write a story involving this stranger. You can make it a tragedy, comedy, horror, Sci-fi, mystery — whatever suits your style. Go!

Dedicated to every soldier from every war. We will remember you.






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Boris The Terrible

I walked through the front door with a face like a slapped ass and was enough to make my husband recoil from me as his nose picked up on the malodorous olfactory presence I’d brought into the house with me.

“It was Boris,” I replied, shrugging off my coat, nodding gratefully when Colin took it and hung it up. Those three words were loaded with meaning. Colin simply nodded, moving toward me before thinking better of it.

“Is there anything I can do?” Colin asked me timidly, knowing full well that I was primed and ready to explode at any given moment. Boris would be the end of me – I could sense it.

It was Colin’s fault that we had to deal with Boris in the first place. What kind of stupid man would agree to take on such a stinking beast?

I knew why. It was because lily-livered little Colin was scared of his boss.

If Mr Parkin told him to jump, Colin would ask him how high and whether he’d also like cream and sugar in his coffee. Colin was a sycophant when it came to his boss and would rather risk the wrath of his wife than disappointing the jumped up, bespectacled asswipe who paid his wages.

“Run me a bath,” I told him with ice in my voice. The glare I gave him leaving him in no doubt that I was angry with him.

Colin nodded his head quickly. “Of course, my dear. Let me go and do that for you.” He ran upstairs quicker than a cop at a donut shop, no doubt eager to avoid me as much as possible until I’d calmed down.

I threw my purse on the side as I entered the kitchen, a deep sigh leaving my body as I realised the sticky residue had found its way onto my beautiful cashmere sweater that I’d bought only last week.

I’d make it clear to Colin that I expected him to buy me another sweater and to punish his foolishness I would make sure that it was twice as expensive as the one that Boris had ruined.

The thought of Boris set my teeth on edge. He might have been one of God’s creatures, but the damn thing stunk worse than a cesspit. Sure, he was all fur and large soulful eyes, but beneath that exterior lurked a beast if his odour was anything go by.

I felt a throbbing in one of the fingers on my left hand and looked at it with disinterest until I noticed that it was bleeding.

Boris had bit me!

I could hear the water running in the bathroom upstairs and felt a momentary twinge of guilt. I shook the thought away, knowing that I did what I had to. Colin would find a way of explaining it to his boss.

That bastard of a hamster had peed on me and then bit me.

My hand slipped.

It fell.

I trod on it.


Written in response to Thain in Vain’s Week 44 prompt: “You smell terrible. What happened?”




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There’s Something About Lisa….

I walked past that damn painting every day. I worked for Mrs Steinem – a miserable old widow. She lived in an old house up on the hill on the edge of town – talk about a cliché.

I didn’t like the old lady, but the money was good. As long as I could pay my rent and bills, I was happy.

Steinem had money. Maybe the reason she had so much was that she hated to spend it. The knock-off painting in the hallway a case in point.

Surely the old woman could afford the real thing, not some imitation which was clearly a knock off. Granted, I was no expert, but even I could tell that the painting was fake.

I couldn’t put my finger on it, but there was something ‘off’ about the painting – especially the way the eyes followed me when I moved through darkened hallway. Steinem was a tight-fisted old mare, refusing to pay for lighting, except for one spotlight beneath that painting.

It made the painting seem dark and disturbing with Mona Lisa’s face taking on a sinister appearance. Maybe it was a trick of the light, but I could’ve sworn that those carefully-placed hands moved when I walked past.

Mrs Steinem was dying. It wouldn’t be long before she would be reunited with her husband. As her breath rattled through overworked lungs, she still had the ability to make me flinch when her papery hands reached out to me.

I often asked her about her husband, but those beady eyes of hers would always avoid my gaze. For whatever reason, the old woman was reluctant to talk of her husband and how he’d died.

If she was protective of the memories of her husband, she was even more protective of that damn painting, even admonishing me once for asking if the decorators could take it down to redo the wallpaper in the hall.

“Never touch it!” she hissed.

Her eyes warned me not to argue.

She died three days ago.

I was asked to start drawing up an inventory of Mrs Steinem’s belongings so they could be valued and then auctioned off.

As I walked past the painting, realising that nothing could stop me taking the wretched thing down now.

I felt a sharp pain as my hand made contact with the painting and then….nothing.

I woke up sometime later, watching men and women in suits with clipboards looking appreciatively at me. I tried to move but couldn’t. I screamed yet nothing came out of my mouth.

I heard a voice beside me.

“It’s no use. You’re trapped here.”

My eyes shot to the left, next to me was someone I recognised from Mrs Steinem’s collection of photographs – her husband.

“I loved her, you know,” he said, his voice sad. “She was a witch, but I loved her.” I felt something crawling its way around my neck. “You can be my wife now.”

I felt a malevolent presence consume me.

I screamed.

Trapped – forever.

Written is response to Thain in Vain’s Week 43 prompt: Let’s write a scary story! Use this picture as your inspiration!







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