Short Story Sunday #9


Prompt — First Sentence: “She pushed him back, palms on his chest.”
Goal: 500-800 Words

She pushed him back, palms on his chest. “And just what do you think we should do?”

“Don’t look at me.” He shook his head, holding his hands up in the air in surrender. “I’m not the one who pushed him down.”

Heaving a deep groan, the pale female put her fingers to her mouth and began to bite her finger nails. She stared down at the man she had just pushed to the ground in fury and he wasn’t moving. He was breathing, but in shallow breaths.

“Look, Ellie,” her friend placed both hands on her shoulders and massaged her. “Eddie’s not dead. We just need to call an ambulance to make sure he…you know, stays not dead.”

“Jacob!” Ellie threw his hands off of her and glared deeply into his chocolate brown eyes. “If we call the ambulance, they’re going to ask questions. We can’t tell them I got angry and pushed Eddie down and he hit his head on a rock.”

“It was an accident.” Jacob shrugged his shoulders.

“I probably gave him a concussion or something!” Ellie exclaimed throwing her arms in the air dramatically. “They’re going to call the police and claim I assaulted him. Then I’m going to get arrested and go to jail.”

“That won’t be as bad as if we leave him here and he dies.” Jacob pointed to the limp body which happened to be covered in dirt. “Look, it’s getting hard for him to breath. He needs medical help.”

Ellie went back to biting her nails. She began to pace kicking up dirt as she circled the body. She took deep breaths. “Jacob, you’re in this just as deep as I am.”

“Excuse me?” Jacob raised an eyebrow.

“You were here. You were an accomplice to my actions.”

“I was here, that’s all. I’m a witness.”

Ellie whipped her head back and forth scanning her surroundings. “Help me find someplace to hide the body.”

“What?!” Jacob was astounded. “You can’t be serious! He’s not dead! He needs medical help.” He took out his cell phone and dialed the number nine, but Ellie took his out of his grasp and tossed it into the river a few feet away from them. Jacob gaped at the river in disbelief while Ellie smiled.

“That’s it! We’ll throw Eddie’s body in the river. That will wash away our fingerprints. Help me move him.” Ellie picked up his feet and turned her head to Jacob. “You get his head. There’s blood on that end.”

Jacob opened his mouth to protest when he spotted Eddie’s car parked not too far from them. “You know what?” he smiled to Ellie. “I think Eddie has a blanket in his car. We can wrap him up in it which will be easier for us to carry him.”

“Good thinking!” Ellie dropped the feet and gave her friend two thumbs up.

Jacob jogged over to the red Jeep. He opened the driver side door acting as though he was pushing the button to open the trunk. Instead, he grabbed Eddie’s cell phone, which was conveniently sitting in a cup holder. He dialed 9-1-1 and explained the situation as quickly as possible to the dispatcher on the other end, giving out his location.

“What is taking you do long?” he heard Ellie shout.

“Uh, coming!” Jacob replied, hanging up on the police. He opened the trunk and took a peek in, but nothing was there. He slammed the trunk closed and made his way back over to Ellie and Eddie.

“He must have taken the blanket out, sorry.” Jacob shrugged.

Ellie rolled her eyes and groaned. “Whatever. Just help me.” She picked up his feet again.

“Well, wait.” Jacob held up both his hands. “Shouldn’t we say something? I mean, he was a good friend to us and all.” He glanced down at the still body, but noticed Eddie’s chest still rising.

Ellie placed his feet down once more and got teary-eyed. “I guess you’re right.” She kneeled beside Eddie and stroked the side of his face, where he had been struck by the rock. “Eddie? If you can hear me, I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I’m sorry I lost my temper, but…you have really stupid jokes and some of them hurt my feelings. I didn’t think I would strong enough to push you down the ground and who knew you would just happen to bash your head against a rock?”

Jacob placed both of his hands in his pockets and cracked a small smile at Ellie’s apology. He began to hear sirens in the distance, but Ellie, now holding Eddie’s hand, was asking for forgiveness. She couldn’t hear the sirens coming. She had no idea what was to come next.

Words: 794

Two Awards


Beautiful Blogger

First things first: The wonderful Topaz nominated me for two awards! Thanks, Topaz! The first one is the Beautiful Blogger award. Here are the rules:

1.Copy the Beautiful Blogger Award logo
2. Thank the person who nominated you and create a link back.
3. Nominate seven other bloggers and say a little something about them.

The Howler

Here are the rules for The Howler Award:

1. Display the award on your blog. This can be in your sidebar or on a special award page
2. Thank the person who gave you the award and link to their blog
3. Give 3 examples of things you would like to see changed in the world
4. Nominate (in your own time) at least 5 bloggers that deserve the award
5. Donate the equivalent of $10 to a charity of your choice (optional)

What I would like to change in the world…all of these are easier said than done, but…

1. Fix the economy — seriously, it’s ridiculous
2. Stop war — this is even more ridiculous
3. Stop bullying — I hear way too many negative stories on this subject

My Nominees for both The Beautiful Blogger & The Howler Awards…

1. Random Acts of Writing — A regularly updated blog with many tidbits of writing. She has a few works in progress and is hoping to see them on the bookshelves soon.
2. Readful Things Blog — A wonderful writer, blogger, photographer, book reviewer, etc. She does everything that screams “art” and is fantastic at it.
3. Aspiringwriter22 — I have too many good things to say about Herminia. She is a fantastic blogger, a wonderful writer, and a hard-worker.
4. Permashift — I know I nominated this blog for an award not too long ago and it’s easy to understand why. Her book just came out less than a month ago, so please go check it out!
5. Uniquely Russell — A wonderful poet and writer. He is taking place in NaPoWriMo this year, so please go check it out if you want to read great poems!
6. Luna’s Little Library — Literally the best place for book reviews. Enough said.
7. Lysa Taylor – A wonderful writer. Check out her book trailer on her website (it’s really well done)!

There are my nominees…I could have written more about them, but I think it would be much easier for you to see for yourselves, so you should go check out their blogs. ;)

Thanks again Topaz!

Short Story Sunday #8


Prompt — First Sentence: “An older couple entered the lobby.”
Goal: 500-600 Words

An older couple entered the lobby. I smiled as I watched them walk in hand-in-hand. They looked old enough to be my great-great-grandparents, which made me wonder just how old they really were. They must have been about 100-years-old. Yet, I was still smiling because I could tell they were genuinely happy. I didn’t know how old they were or how long they had been together, but from the way they held hands; it proved just how true love can really be.

It made me wonder if I was ever going to have such true love like that. I wanted to get married, have a few kids, and grow old with one man and only one man. I was sick of dating. I wanted to find “Mr. Right” as soon as possible. All of my friends from high school were getting engaged and I wasn’t even in a relationship. I wasn’t getting any younger.

My foot was tapping on the ground, my thumbs were twiddling in my lap, and I constantly shifted my weight on the wooden bench I was stuck sitting on. I was getting tired of waiting.

“Thank you,”

I turned her head to the right and saw the old couple speaking to the young lady sitting behind the desk. The lady behind the desk nodded with a smile and pointed the old couple in the right direction and they disappeared behind one of the doors.

I looked at my watch. I was here way before the old couple. Why was it that they got to head on in and I wasn’t? I groaned impatiently. The lady behind the front desk peered over at me from behind her computer, but pretended that she wasn’t looking at me when I glanced in her direction.

“Can I go in now?” I blurted bluntly. “I have been waiting here for 45 minutes. I think it’s time that I was able to see him.”

The lady behind the desk looked all around and sighed. “Yes, I suppose so.”

I lifted an eyebrow and stood up from my seat. What was that supposed to mean? Had she just been making me sit out there for no apparent reason? I thought that it was a bit silly that I needed to have an appointment to visit him, anyway. I mean, I was his family, after all. He should be begging to see me.

I barged through the door, even though I knew I was supposed to knock. When I entered the office, I noticed the old couple sitting in the corner while the man behind the big desk. It was hard to see him as he was short and had many tall things sitting on the surface of his desk. I waltzed right over to his desk and knocked on the surface.

“Yo,” I said loudly.

“Excuse me, we were here first.” The old gentleman stood up from the corner.

“Actually, I was. You just entered the room before me.” I tried not to sound rude, so I smiled. “He’s my uncle.”

“He’s our great-grandson.” The old woman stood up shocked.

“Well, damn…” my jaw dropped.

Words: 522




My Camp NaNoWriMo word count is now 4,032. Yay! This took my three and a half hours. Can we discuss this? I mean, I wrote 2,002 words yesterday in about two hours. Today I wrote 2,030 words in three and a half hours. Want to know why? I will tell you why…

I was distracted. *Gasp!* Yes, I was very, very much distracted. I was distracted by my turtle (as seen in the picture above), my cat who wanted to look out the window so I needed to make him a giant step (I moved the ottoman and put a bin on top of it), my dog (who always decides it’s a good time to play when I’m writing), and the internet. Yes, Lucy decided to give me internet on a day I did not need it.

Speaking of the internet, I found wonderful things on there. I was on Twitter (if you follow me on Twitter, you probably know Twitter was a very big distraction for me) and someone posted a link to a site called Noisli. There are different background sounds on there to listen to as you write. It’s great! I used the coffee shop one.

Yet, I will admit the internet did come in handy at one point. As you know, I’m writing Diary of a Killer and my protagonist apparently has anger issues. Like, really obnoxious anger issues. He explodes at literally nothing. He’s in therapy for it. So I was looking up anger management; symptoms, treatment, etc. I found one helpful site, but if anyone has any information on the subject so I can compare, that would be muchly appreciated!

Anyway, I had an iced coffee and I’m wired right now. It’s probably the reason I had such a short attention span. However, it’s going for 9:00 pm and I unfortunately have work tomorrow, so I need to go wind down so I can go to bed soon.

I hope everyone else is having a productive Camp NaNo. :)

Camp NaNoWriMo April 2014


Camp NaNo


I have been anticipating this day since the first day of March. I told myself I was going to edit a novel during the month of March and I did! Hunter is in the process of being re-typed as a second draft. So, that’s that.

I wanted to have plenty of time to plan for Camp NaNoWriMo. I knew what novel I wanted to write, but I didn’t have it planned out. I literally finished editing Hunter on March 30. Then I spent all day yesterday (March 31) doing homework. I worked until 2:30 then got the majority of this week’s homework done because I wanted the first week of Camp to be a productive one.

Would you like to know something sad, though? I went into work yesterday and they asked me, “Are you available every day this week and next week?” I said yes because I need the money, but of course it would happen during NaNo…not to mention this month I have my cousin’s birthday, my father’s birthday, Easter, planning for my sister’s upcoming wedding, homework, and now work on top of it. But, it’ll be good to practice my time-managing skills.

Anyway, I’m writing Diary of a Killer for Camp. I’m sure most of you know I have a completed novel called Diary of a Lover. No, this is not a sequel. It’s a complete different set of characters in a different setting. The only similarity is the title because they are both written in “diary” format. Each chapter is a new diary entry. Oh, they have psychology in common, as well. Of course, I know nothing of psychology so a lot of research will be required, so…this will be fun.

I didn’t get a chance to plan it so when I started writing after work today all I had was the title and that was it. I didn’t even have the protagonist’s name…I didn’t even know the gender. In case you’re all wondering, it’s a boy! Yay, congratulations! As I wrote the first chapter, I started coming up with ideas for the novel, so I’m hoping everything will work out. I’m also summarizing each chapter as I write them to help keep the plot in line as well as for when I finally edit it. Hopefully that will do some good when I research things, too.

I will post a summary soon…ish. I have to actually write one first. ;)

For all of you doing NaNo, good luck! And I hope you reached above and beyond the word goal (I got 2,002 words today). If you guys are participating, feel free to add me as a buddy on NaNo (Fiery_Sapphire) and also let me know your word count and what you’re writing. I’m very interested! :)

Short Story Sunday #7


Prompt — First Sentence: “Where was her book?”
Goal: 500-600 Words

Where was her book? She thought she had placed it on her book shelf with all the others, but it wasn’t there. Then again, why would her items be in the correct spots? That would make her life too easy. She needed a challenge. A challenge to waste time searching for items that never seemed to be where they belonged.

Did she fall asleep in the middle of a chapter? She looked under all her blankets, tossing them to the floor. Did it fall off the bed while she was sleeping? She got down on all fours and peeked under her bed, coughing as dust bunnies jumped out in her face.

Standing back up, she walked over to her dresser and moved a few things around like her make-up, her hair brush, and a lot of other junk that didn’t seem to belong on her dresser. Again, nothing was where it belonged.

Was it in the closet? She opened the door wide enough for her to look around without actually going in her closet. Wait, why would it be in her closet? Who read in their closet? She certainly didn’t. So, she closed the doors.

Once more, she decided to check her book shelf. There were four rows of books stuffed onto each shelf; it was no wonder why she had never put her newest books on the shelf. Where would she fit them? She moved a lot of the books around searching for the spine of her missing book. She was looking for the title, the same color scheme, anything that would allow her eyes to realize they had found it and she could finally stop making a mess of her room.

After all four shelves were no longer in her perfect alphabetical order, she sat down in the middle of the floor of her bedroom. She scratched the top of her head taking one last glance around her bedroom. She really was at a loss as to where this book might have been.

She was a bit sad, as well. It was a really good book to the point that she wasn’t able to put it down. She should have been able to read it one sitting, if it weren’t for the fact that she had to go to school in the middle of the day.

All day she had been dying to know whether the protagonist was going to realize that his partner was in fact the antagonist. She wanted to know what was going to happen next. She needed to know what was going to happen next. She was never going to find out what happened if she wasn’t able to find her book!

A knock came at her bedroom door.

“Come in,” she called still sitting on the floor.

Her father opened the door holding the door knob with one hand and holding a book in the other hand. “I told you that we have company coming over today. You can’t leave your things lying all over the house.”

“My book!” she exclaimed.

Racing over to her father, she snatched the book out of his hand and tossed herself onto her bed. She opened the book, took out the paper that held her place, and began to finish reading.

Her father, very puzzled, looked around her bedroom and noticed the mess. “You live like a pig…” he sighed and closed the door exiting the room.

Words: 570

The Liebster Award


It’s a little late, but here it is…

I was nominated for the Liebster Award! I want to thank S.R. Carrillo over at Permashift who nominated me for this award! Also, be sure to check out her debut novel The Soul which is now available for purchase!



Rules (modified)

1. Each nominee should link back to the person who nominated them.

2. Answer the 10 questions which are given to you by the nominator.

3. Nominate 5-11 other bloggers for this award who have less than 400 followers.

4. Create 10 questions for your nominees to answer.

5. Let the nominees know that they have been nominated by going to their blog and notifying them.


1. How important is the title of a book?
I say pretty important…aside from the cover, it’s what draws the reader to your book in the first place. If the title sounds interesting, then they’ll flip it over to read the synopsis.

2. Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?
Of course I can!

3. Pets! Cats. Dogs. Ferrets. Chinchillas. Have any household furbabies?
I have a dog, a cat, a turtle, and a fish.

4. Any favorites among the classics? Shakespeare? The Brontë sisters? Etc.?
Honestly, no. Not really. I like the modern stuff.

5. How do you feel about space travel?
Too scary for me!

6. Do you watch the movie then read the book – or read the book then watch the movie?
Lately, I’ve been reading the books first. For Harry Potter and Twilight I watched the movies first. Let’s just say I’ll be reading the Harry Potter series soon and not Twilight.

7. F***! Darn! Should characters curse?
No. I don’t think it’s classy at all. A few swears here and there are alright depending on the character’s personality, but if every other word is the F-bomb, then no thank you.

8. Your ideal writing space – lots of noise and clutter or serene and isolated?
Serene and isolated. I can listen to instrumental music and that’s it. Otherwise I can’t think.

9. Pandas and penguins. Love ‘em or leave ‘em?
Love them, of course.

10. What’s the one genre you can’t stand – or simply don’t care for?
I can read horror, but it’s not my favorite. A good thriller or suspense would be ideal, but I’m not looking to give myself nightmares.

My Nominees

These are the blogs I nominate for the Liebster Award! They work very hard and deserve the attention. :)

1. Topaz Winters

2. Aspiring Writer

3. When I Became an Author

Here are the questions for you to answer (my questions are dumb, sorry):

1. What is your favorite genre?
2. Are you currently working on a novel? If so, what’s it about?
3. Tool of choice (laptop, notebook, etc.)?
4. How long have you been writing for?
5. What made you start writing?
6. What’s your favorite movie?
7. What’s your favorite season?
8. How often are you on the internet (blogging, researching, school, etc.)?
9. What’s your favorite music?
10. Aside from writing, what is your favorite thing to do?

Have fun! :)

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