Weekend Writing Warriors #40

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Greetings and welcome to another edition of Weekend Writing Warriors.  I hope your holiday season has been peaceful and productive so far.

This week I’m going to continue with my little Paranormal Mystery, which I’m temporarily calling Phoenix Night Stalker, though that won’t be the title because I loved the original Night Stalker with Darren McGavin and wouldn’t dream of ripping it off (unless I thought no one would notice).

So here we are with Detective Sergeant Lucas Fortier and his partner Sandra Teasdale at the scene of a murder.  I’m skipping ahead to hit juicy plot points. Lucas is questioning the officer on the scene, Red Oxford.

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“What can you tell us?” Lucas asked.

“Not much.  Neighbors heard nothing unusual.”

“Who found him?”

“You’re going to love this – a reporter for The Cosmic Eye.”

Lucas groaned inwardly. Sandra said, “That crappy tabloid that reports Bigfoot sightings and haunted burial grounds?”

“The very,” Red said.

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This post is part of an ongoing blog hop hosted by Weekend Writing Warriors. Every Sunday, participating authors post eight sentences from a published work or perhaps their current work in progress. Then we hop to our fellow warriors’ blogs and check out all the fabulous fiction that’s happening! I heartily invite you to participate as a reader, writer, or both. It’s a great way to discover your next favorite book. Click here or use the address: http://www.wewriwa.com

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Weekend Writing Warriors #38

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Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors, the blog hop that has it all. Much like a Thanksgiving smorgasbord, here you can sample romance, science fiction, mystery, YA, fantasy, sweet potatoes- you name it, we’ve probably got it. If not this week, then next week or the next.

This week I’m overindulging on mystery.  My NaNoWriMo scheme to write on several stories has floundered on the shores of reality, but it’s a good reality. I received an acceptance and revision suggestions which swept aside my vision of a purely playful November.  Details coming soon.

So today we continue with Detectives Lucas Fortier and his partner Sandra Teasdale still discussing the wreck of his love life as they approach the crime scene.

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“I never liked him,” Sandra said.

“You told me to marry him before he got away.”

“That had nothing to do with him, everything to do with me. You’re such a grouch when you’re not getting laid regular.”

“Better get used to having a grouch for a partner for a long, long time,” Luke said. Gloom settled over him- dating wasn’t on his to-do list either.

Officer Red Oxford greeted them at apartment number 317. “Morning, detectives, fine day for a murder investigation, eh?”

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This post is part of an ongoing blog hop hosted by Weekend Writing Warriors. Every Sunday, participating authors post eight sentences from a published work or perhaps their current work in progress. Then we hop to our fellow warriors’ blogs and check out all the fabulous fiction that’s happening! I heartily invite you to participate as a reader, writer, or both. It’s a great way to discover your next favorite book. Click here or copy & paste this address: http://www.wewriwa.com

Weekend Writing Warriors #37

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Hello warriors and web wanderers!  In this week’s Weekend Writing Warriors snippet I’ve decided to stay put for a while and continue with my fledging mystery, set in Phoenix.  Last week I introduced detectives Lucas Fortier and Sandra Teasdale as they approach a crime scene in the wee hours of a Sunday morning.

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A rare rain had fallen and actual puddles lingered in the busted blacktop of the parking lot. Of course Luke stepped in one and felt the water wick up his socks.

“Rough night?” Sandy asked as they mounted the cement stairs that zigzagged up the front of the building to the third floor. They’d worked together long enough she recognized his silence as a sign of internal pain. He wasn’t much for sharing his personal life, but he knew Sandy would wheedle it out of him with persistent questioning, so he decided to get it over with and hope the case would prove interesting enough to distract her.

“Alan moved out last night, after regaling me for several hours with a recitation of all my shortcomings as a partner, roommate and human being in general.”

“Ouch.”

When they reached the walkway fronting the apartments she reached up and patted his shoulder.

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This post is part of an ongoing blog hop hosted by Weekend Writing Warriors. Every Sunday, participating authors post eight sentences from a published work or perhaps their current work in progress. Then we hop to our fellow warriors’ blogs and check out all the fabulous fiction that’s happening! I heartily invite you to participate as a reader, writer, or both. It’s a great way to discover your next favorite book. Click here or copy & paste this address: http://www.wewriwa.com