Storm Dwellers, chapter 3 – an excerpt

STORM DWELLERS

Chapter 3 excerpt

Instead of diminishing, the smoke increased, the ground shimmered red hot where the lightning hit. Rain poured down; the ocean stirred violently, and waves rose. A supernatural storm surge rolled toward the island. Lightning struck the water and it roared and foamed in response. Water vapor rose high as the sand glowed as if it were boiling. The vapor turned into a thick, smoky wall. Multi-colored energy illuminated the sky, dancing with the radiance of a strobe light.

Lynn sprinted toward Darcy.

“Darcy, the PIN!”

“34343!” Darcy answered over the wind. “Benny! Move it. Run!!”

Lynn finally got the phone unlocked. She saw the GPS was on, so she opened the Facebook app and typed ‘help me s padre send cops’ on his timeline, tagging a few random people then hit the send button, then dialed her mother, Angela’s, number.

Benny screamed, “Darcy!” Then took off running, but in the wrong direction.

“No, Benny,” Darcy yelled, “go left. To your left!”

He veered left, but abruptly stopped once again. Directly in front of him, a gruesome, yellow-eyed creature emerged from a wall of smoke stemming from a magma puddle.

It was a sight to behold, and Lynn stood frozen with Benny’s phone to her ear, listening to her mother’s phone ringing; the ring staticky and broken.

“Hello?” Angela answered. “Ben…th…you? What’s that noi…”

“Mom?” Lynn said. “Mom, help us. We’re on SPI. Near UFO. Send help.”

“Lynn, why…you have Benny’s…” the phone crackled, “…on the island..”

“Mom, please, this is not a time for questions. I’m begging you, send help!”

“Help? To you?” Angela’s voice turned sinister. “You’re a big…girl…now, witch!”

“What the hell…” Lynn said.

The phone popped and sparked and got hot in Lynn’s hand. She pulled it away from her ear and dropped it onto the sand just as it burst into flames.

Lynn growled her frustration and stomped her foot on the phone dowsing the fire.

Copyright 2023 Wanda S. Paryla

Storm Dwellers, chapter 2 – an excerpt

STORM DWELLERS – an excerpt, chapter 2

“I don’t know,” Darcy said. “Maybe we should’ve invited Sam.”

“Can Sam make waterspouts?” Benny queried.

Darcy shrugged.

“I don’t know.”

“We can do this,” Sybil said. “It’ll only be for a few minutes. Once the sunrise is complete, it’ll be over.”

“Well, let’s just be careful, Sis,” Terry said.

Sybil hugged her.

“I’d never do anything that hurt us or our friends,” Sybil explained. “Never.”

“I’ll miss you when you go off to A & M in the fall,” Terry said, misty eyed.

“Oh, Terry Marie, I’m just going to Galveston. Not like I’m moving to Saskatchewan,” Sybil smiled, and they hugged again.

“Where’s…Sesketchiewan?” Benny mispronounced the word.

“Saskatchewan,” Sybil corrected. “Never mind.”

“If we’re all ready, let’s rock and roll,” Lynn said. “The night’s burning away.”

Copyright 2023 Wanda S. Paryla

An Ability I Wish I had?

Daily writing prompt
What’s a secret skill or ability you have or wish you had?

A daily writing prompt asked me to share a secret skill or ability that I have or wish I had. I don’t necessarily wish it to be secret if I had it, but I wish I could comfortably speak in front of large groups of people. I wish I could sing. I always wanted to sing. But I am not sure if singing would take precedent over my desire play the piano or guitar. The truth is, I know that I cannot sing, but I am not sure that I could not learn to play piano or guitar. I did pick a few chords on guitar in my tween years and teens, but dropped it. I sure wish I had kept up with it.

But, since I cannot stand to be in front of large crowds, maybe none of those skills would have done me much good. 🙂

The Crime of a Life Sentence (another excerpt)

*Currently untitled poem*

 

I was swinging

Hair flying

Laughing to myself

Memory running wild

 

Devil’s on the playground

Here to erase my woes

God turned his back on me

Now I live where the fires glow

 

Back and forth

My memory goes

I struggle to keep my eyes shut

I need to live where the fires glow

 

Let me stay in peaceful dream

Bottomless and salty

The pitt of the damned

Where the fires glow

 

Some voices, they urge me

Face your slave master

But the fires beg me

Cover your eyes for sanity

 

Devil, he holds me

Gently in his arms

God’s gone, sweet child

So stay here, where the fires glow

 

The fires

Avengers of my goodness and dignity

I’m safe nowhere

Where the fires don’t glow

 

Wanda S. Paryla Copyright 2016

 

 

 

Wordless Wednesday

Fall.winter mix

The Crime of a Life Sentence (excerpt)

Hello there!

Please enjoy this excerpt from my book-in-progress of original poetry, tentatively titled The Crime of a Life Sentence. As mentioned in my previous blog, the publication dates of this work as well as the sequel to Someday Always Comes – The Devil Plays Dice – have been pushed into 2017. I am expecting to publish this particular book April 2017.

The poems in this book have been written over many, many years and when I post an excerpt some will have the original copyright dates.

(Please find the link to my previous blog below this post – I’ve inserted one and there’s the link back under this post if my link doesn’t work.)

 

CRYING AT MIDDAY

Crying at midday
I cannot find the right words to say
What I feel is lost

Staring into space
I recall another time with grace
What I feel is lost

My heart breaks in two
Heart bounded by the tragedy of you
What I feel is lost

I strive to not see
Myself and you surrounded by defeat
What I feel is lost

Copyright 2015 Wanda S. Paryla

 

FALLTIDE

Mysterious sounds creeping
While ravens call weeping
And wait on bare branch swaying

Triangle-eyed, round pumpkins smile wide
Cats use shadows to hide
Orange light seeping out bright

And crackling fires warm the eve
While crisp, crackles the leaves
Fall’s arrived; Winter’s nearby

Copyright 2013 Wanda S. Paryla

 

 

The Devil Plays Dice – excerpt

 

Throwback Thursday

This song makes an appearance in a scene in one of my novels, Angel Maker. Are you old enough to remember this one?…

 

Summer’s Here!

 

Summer

AND A BLESSED SUMMER SOLSTICE (LITHA) TO ALL WHO CELEBRATE!

Do You Know?

Do you know that a grouping of kangaroos is called a mob? … (Yes, really.)

Do you know that a grouping of kangaroos with cameras is called a flash mob? … (Not, not really!)

Hahaha…. 😉

The first statement is true, the second is just witty!

REBIRTH – a poem

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phoenix by sandara: sandara.deviantart.com

 

REBIRTH

PHOENIX

IN THE SKY

WINGING HIGH

EYES OF FIRE

RISE WITH PRIDE

DO NOT HIDE

SOUL RIDE

PHOENIX

Copyright 2015 Wanda S. Paryla