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Friday, June 27, 2014

Freak Flag Friday: Featuring "8 Second Ride" -a Supernatural Short Story

Freak Flag Friday: Featuring "8 Second Ride".

Photo Credit: Red Vines & Red Wine
It's Freak Flag Friday at The Realm!

Welcome to the Freak Show!
I've been watching Supernatural like crazy!
So I figured, why not share a supernatural sort of tale?
Today, get your freak on with my spooky little story
"8 Second Ride"
I hope you enjoy this flash fiction piece.
This is how I fly my Freak Flag...

8 Second Ride

By: D.M. Kilgore
            “Daniel?!” Leah whispered through the tattered screen door of her double-wide. Not believing her eyes, she pushed on the screen, stumbled down the cracked sidewalk, and slid into the waiting pick-up.
            “Hey babe,” he drawled, his eyes searching hers intimately.
            “Danny?” she reached out to touch his face, expecting him to disappear into the darkness, but he remained seated next to her. She drew her hand away from his warm cheek in amazement. Danny gave her his trademark lopsided grin and turned his attention to the stereo. He casually punched the search button, settling on Tim McGraw, before gunning the engine. 
            Leah smiled tentatively as they sped down Union Road and onto Highway 111. She still couldn’t believe he was here.  She slid across the bench-seat and settled her head on Danny’s broad shoulder. She’d always fit perfectly, the most perfect fit in the world as far as she was concerned, right there at his side. She closed her eyes and sent up a silent prayer of thanks, relaxing as she listened to Danny sing along with Tim.  Just like old times.
            Inhaling deeply, absorbing the familiar woodsy scent of his skin, she let go of all remaining traces of doubt. He was here, real… alive. She opened her eyes just in time to see the semi’s grill smash through the windshield.
            Leah stood in the street amidst puddles of oil, gasoline, and blood, completely unharmed, and still wearing Danny's T-shirt. She held her breath waiting, watching, until the truck exploded– shooting metal and flames into the midnight sky, just as she knew it would. She watched as her boyfriend appeared out of the wreckage, just as she knew he would.
            “I love you Leah.” He smiled at her one last time.
            And just like that, he was gone… again.
© 2013-2014 D.M. Kilgore
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Notes About This Story:


 This story came about because of a wonderful writing prompt exercise by author LaDonna Cole.  After I wrote it, I began thinking about Leah and Danny and their brief but beautiful love story.  Their story always starts a song playing in my mind, and strangely enough it's not Tim McGraw.  For some reason, I hear Gloriana's "Goodnight (Kissed You)".  I'm often inspired by music.  Typically, I'll hear a song and a story idea will pop into my head based on the lyrics or music.  This is the first time I've written something that later made me think of a song that seems to be important to the character's story.  I thought I'd share it with you.

Here's the video: 

Do you think Danny keeps coming back for that goodnight kiss?
I do.



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Thursday, June 26, 2014

Thriller Thursdays ~ Sneak Peek of Final Judgment

It's the first official  

Thriller Thursday 

At The Realm!  


Today I'll share a sneak peek with you! 


This is the prologue for my novel


It won second place in Robert Liparulo's "Enticing Novel Opener" contest.



I hope you'll find this sneak peek thrilling!


Final Judgment
By D.M. Kilgore



           He surveyed the area.  The abandoned park looked eerie even in broad daylight.  The rusted merry-go-round leaned precariously to one side, stagnant water pooled at the bottom of the slide, and two of the five swings were missing seats, their chains clanking in the light breeze.  It was perfect for what he had in mind, for what he had been planning for over a year.

            He would hide behind the large oak tree as he had so many times before.  His heart pumped faster as he imagined the look of surprise and fear that would cross her face when he stepped from behind it.  Then again, seeing him sitting casually on the swings, waiting, could be equally terrifying.   And it would provide him the opportunity to see the fear in her eyes at the precise moment she spotted him. 

            She liked the swings.  He'd watched countless times as her shapely tan legs had pumped back and forth, pushing her higher, long honey hair flying behind her.  Sometimes, thinking she was all alone, she'd sing.  Like an angel.  She never knew he was watching.  The demon in the shadows.

            He smirked in anticipation as he lowered his large frame onto one of the swings, waiting for her to appear.  He wouldn't have to wait long.  Reaching down to his belt, he slid the new Madio hunting knife from its leather sheath.  The 10" blade curved wickedly and ended in a fiercely sharp point.  The encased wood grain handle was red, her favorite color.  He had chosen it with her in mind.

            He knew the knife was meant for display, but was optimistic that the full tang stainless steel would be strong enough to penetrate human flesh, muscle, and possibly even bone.  He slid it back in its sheath and turned his focus to the trail.  Unmet desires coiled in his gut like a snake, angry venom coursed through his veins, and any minute she would emerge from the wooded path and find him waiting to unleash his lust and fury.

Excerpt from "Final Judgment" by D.M. Kilgore
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in any way without the express written permission of author D.M. Kilgore

Monday, June 23, 2014

Musing Mondays ~ I Was Going To But SUPERNATURAL!

It's Musing Monday at The Realm, but all I can think about is

We recently decided to disconnect our Direct TV service and opt for Hulu Plus and Netflix.  Best decision ever.  Not only are we saving $150 a month, but we can now watch whatever we want, whenever we want. 

With The Vampire Diaries, The Originals, and The Following on summer break, my husband and I made a "wish list" of shows that we had always wished we had time to watch.  Among them:  Lost, Supernatural, Once Upon A Time, Dexter, Arrow, and a few dozen others.  We decided to start with Supernatural.  I mean, I've heard great things.  Besides, if we didn't like it, there were plenty of other shows to choose from.  So, we started with the idea of watching just one episode. 
Try it on for size.

I was hooked.  Right away. 

Hubby took a bit longer.  He was so distracted by his thoughts on the car.  "Why would anyone drive a big gas-guzzling beast of a car cross country?"

Poor logical man, I think he missed the charm of the show for the first three episodes. 

After that, he was every bit as hooked as I am.

Now, it's "We'll just watch ONE MORE episode."  Which of course turns into a marathon of 3-5 episodes.  We've had to pace ourselves or we'd never leave the house.  We'd get absolutely nothing done at all, other than watching Sam and Dean hunt baddies.

Seriously.  We're like two addicts trying to be each others sponsor.  It's kind of crazy.  

"Did you do the laundry?" 
"I was going to but SUPERNATURAL!" 

"Did you get groceries?"

"I was going to but SUPERNATURAL!"

"Did you mow the lawn?"

"I was going to but SUPERNATURAL!"

"Get your blog post written?"

I think you get the picture...

We're on Season 1, Episode 10 now.  We try to watch at least 2, but no more than 4 episodes a night.  Like I said, pacing ourselves.  After all, kids have to eat and dogs have to pee, and my school work won't do itself.  We are enjoying it, despite hubby pointing out little errors about the car, and my pointing out what I think is going to happen next based on my own mad plot writing skills.  It's fun to have something in common again.  Even if it is just another TV show.  

We've officially been invited to sit at the cool kids table.  
I mean, when you like Supernatural, everyone likes you!  Right?

My friends are leaving fun little memes like this on my Facebook wall daily and hinting around about the awesomeness of pie, which I have yet to experience apparently.  I cannot wait to find out about "pie".   Especially, now that I know it makes great Dean bait.

Yes.  Yes.  I'm team Dean.  He had me at the Peanut M&Ms and:

Basically, he's the male version of ME.  How can I not love him? ;)

Anyway, whatever I had planned to muse about on this fine Monday...
Went up in flames the minute I said:

So tell me...


If not, you should watch it.

Come on, just one episode.