Well, I finished the short story that I will be including in the group Anthology that I am involved in!! So excited, that I can’t keep from smiling. The feeling is pure amazement! I included a small excerpt here!

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Cheri felt it coming. The pain started first as a fire in her stomach that burned like acid.

The little girl lay in her small, twin-sized bed; waiting for what she knew was coming. There was no stopping the inevitable.

Her eyes stung and burned but she refused to cry. She knew if she made a sound, her uncle would hear.

He always punished her severely.

Cheri choked back a sob; the dark, a cruel shield against the light.

She couldn’t remember her parents but could remember feeling loved, protected, and wanted.

The emotions were foreign now.

Her uncle was a cold and brutal man. He loved any sign of pain; and loved to inflict it.

Cheri knew what he was, what he was capable of, and what he did.  She had seen it.

She closed her eyes, her breathing harsh in the stark silence.

Cheri often wondered what her life would have been like had her parents survived and knew that life wouldn’t have been like this.

She was twelve years old and feared for her life.

All of a sudden, the dark fell away and she was no longer in her bedroom. It was brighter, and thick trees loomed all around her, the shadows flickered in the dusk of the day.

Cheri looked around, her blue eyes wide and cautious. She was too used to the different places that she visited within her visions so she stood still to get her bearings. This vision was no different.

Only……..

She was behind her house, deep in the woods.

She felt the light breeze caress her cheeks, the sound of the leaves rustled with the movement of the wind.

She began to walk, her bare feet floated above the ground. She didn’t know where she was going, only that the vision carried her where she needed to be.

The sounds of grunts and groans reached her ears and she flinched. She inched closer, her heart slammed against her thin ribs as her breathing grew ragged.

She pushed the rough thorns and branches and peeked through the opening. Even though she knew they couldn’t see her, the fear was still there, paralyzing and consuming. She saw the three men standing around in a circle, a fourth lying on the ground at their feet, his face bloody and eyes nearly swollen shut. Blood stained his dark clothes, the ground splattered with the red liquid.

Cheri wanted to run, to hide, but knew she couldn’t. Not if she had any hope of saving the man’s life in the next twenty-four hours.

She watched, her eyes moving, memorizing each feature, each branch, each blade of grass, and prayed that the vision held.

It had failed her before.

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Well, it’s a new day to begin the world of editing.

As of right now, I have an anthology of short stories about ready to be published (the book created by multiple authors for the victims of Sandy Hook victims and their families), my own anthology of short stories that is just about completed as well, in addition to five novels that are in process (one in the editing phrase), and four novellas that are on my radar as well.

Someone recently told me that my brain is either relieved or exhausted. My reply? It’s both! But for the first time in years, the amazing feeling of the words clicking, the characters coming to life, my sleep disturbed by those pesky little guys, and the plots are really starting to take shape and grow. The feeling of “needing to write” has once again hit me. I will soon post a list of titles for my wonderful friends to be on the look out for. 🙂

Everyone have a great day!!

Oh lord, well, I’ve decided to try my hand at blogging and what the creative world has in store for me. My name is Desiree Scott and I live in Missouri, the beautiful part of the country known as “The Show-Me” state. I have just turned 30 years old and my beautiful daughter will be turning six on July 2nd. Where has the time gone?? It just seems like yesterday that I was pregnant and wondering, uncertain, about both of our futures. I was single and struggling, no place to raise a child. But Thank God, I figured it out pretty quickly. A word of warning: I love to talk and have been known as a chatterbox.

However, time seems to pass so quickly and I will try to keep up with this blog.

You see, I’m a writer. I do have an MBA in finance and currently enrolled in another degree program, English and Creative Writing. I know, weird combination, right? But I have been writing since I was sixteen and currently have an average of six novels started and multiple short stories completed.

By this time next year, I will have at least TWO novels finished and either self-published or by the route of tradition. I’m starting to lean towards self-publishing, NOT because I don’t think I’m good enough but because of the advantages that self-publishing will afford me, such as complete control, a BIG deal breaker there! I love control, professionally and personally but no, I’m not a whiner when things don’t go my way. I forge different paths and reality has a way of altering one’s intentions, you know?

Well, I think that’s enough about me for right now. I Wouldn’t want to bore you too soon, now would I? I will be posting excerpts of my stories and novels, as well as just chit chatting about everything and anything.

Everyone, enjoy your day and start a new day with a smile!!