Happy Halloween Picture Capture! Read your favorite authors scenes, and get in the spooky spirit!
Capturing the moment is every author’s goal. We want to express emotions so clearly that the reader’s impacted when they put the book down. So I’ve brought you a collection of authors who are all using the exact same photograph as inspiration for a short scene. They are capturing the picture with their words. These short scenes are NOT part of a book…yet, but they will give you great insight into the authors head!
As always you’re welcome to give it a go and post your story scene in the comments, in fact, I encourage you to try it! Here’s how to do it…
Use the prompt to write a 350 word scene.
Let your imagination go wild.
Alongside every entry, is the authors contact links, and most recent book cover.
If you like what they did, please leave a comment or even better, buy a book!
So, here is what the authors came up with this month….
“What if you don’t make it back to the gate in time?” Mia tried to ignore the sense of foreboding that filled her chest making it hard to breathe, as she waited for the full moon to appear overhead.
“I’ll make it.”
“But what if you don’t? Gavin I can’t do this without you.”
Gavin’s arms went around her instantly stopping the panic that was building inside her. “Stop doing this to yourself. You’ll be fine, with or without me. If something goes wrong, go to Nan. She’ll help you because she knows how much I love you. I have to do this, Mia. I have to know.”
She knew that. For weeks they’d been planning this night down to the final details, and now they waited outside the stone circle in the hopes that the gate to the nether would open. If all went well Gavin would cross the bridge to the other world and retrieve their sister Sia. If all didn’t go well… Mia shook her head, forcing the negative thoughts out and focused all of her mental energies on being positive. This would work. It had to.
“There it is. Now remember, we have to direct all of our magic into the stone and say the spell together.” Gavin instructed for the umpteenth time.
“I know, I remember.” She turned and reached for Ryan’s hand, linking him to her and Gavin. As Gavin’s best friend, Ryan was the only other person in the world who knew the secret of their magic, and even though he was a poor substitute for their sibling in their magical triad, Mia was relieved as hell that he’d agreed to help them.
The bright white light of the moon enveloped them, making their surroundings seem both magical and erie.
“Now, Mia.” Gavin said sharply, and together with Ryan helping form their circle they began to chant…
RIP. Rest in peace. What a fucking joke.
Mac stood, hidden in a copse of skeletal trees. He shook his head over the tombstone’s inscription and watched the couple walk away arm in arm.
Was it a blessing or a curse for Tom Barker to believe the best of his younger brother when, in fact, the man beneath the tombstone hadn’t been worth the dirt covering him, let alone tears.
Mac would know. He’d been the one to end William Barker’s life. If he could, he’d end it again. But the gratifying violence wouldn’t bring his Cecelia back.
Damn, but she was sweet. Vibrant and beautiful. She’d been everything he’d wanted in a woman when he’d never, ever expected to have light of any kind in his life. Each time he closed his eyes he saw the bright honey of her hazel eyes as she’d laughed at him the first time they’d met. The pure joy in her laugh had lanced right through him, shattering the brittle ice encasing his black heart.
She’d called him silly.
Mac Harrison Silly. No one in this life had ever called him silly. He didn’t have a single humorous bone in his body. He lurked in the shadows, walked through the night, and dealt in death.
Yet Cecelia had called him silly because he hadn’t understood why something so simple as a chocolate bar could make a person happy.
When they’d taken her, they’d not only taken the light from him but from the entire world and as she’d shown him, the world needed more of her light.
William Barker had been a low-ranking pawn and he’d died a sniveling coward. He’d known nothing but it was no matter. He’d find her. If he had to raze the city, he’d find her.
Hell, if he had to set fire to the earth, he’d find his Cecelia and lay waste to those who’d taken her. And if she’d been harmed, vengeance would go beyond the mortal realm of Earth and into the darkest depths Hell. Without her, he was already there.
Jason paced back and forth in the damp grass. He could smell the newly fallen raindrops but none stuck to his black shoes. He watched the crowd file in between the rows of trees. Most of the women were holding handkerchiefs to their faces. The men all whole stoical masks.
He stopped walking when he saw his ex best friend, Adam, come onto the scene. Adam wore a black suit, just like all the others. He walked with his hands in his pockets and followed the rest of the mourners down the grass lane.
Jason had to fight the urge to walk straight up to Adam and punch him in the face. That thought made an annoyed grunt raise from the back of Jason’s throat. The two men had been like brothers. They met in boot camp and had fought alongside one another. All that meant nothing now. Not nothing, worse than nothing. Adam had betrayed Jason the moment he started sleeping with Jason’s true love.
Adam gently pushed his way to the front of the crowd to stand next to the newly dug grave. Jason stood silent, as did his ex comrade, through the entire funeral and burial. Long after the priest stopped talking and after the last crying family member was gone, the two men still stood, motionless. Both just staring at the new tombstone.
“I’m sorry I didn’t do more.” Adam spoke but there were no tears.
“You’re fucking right you’re sorry!” Jason shouted.
Adam blew a kiss towards the gravestone and shook his head. With one last sigh, he turned and left. Jason watched but did nothing. He didn’t know how long after that moment he stood in the trees. Hours, days, weeks? Never moving, never speaking. Finally, it happened. Mary came forward, looking just like the angel he knew she was.
“I’ve missed you, Jason.” She brought her ghostly hand up and touched his cheek.
“Me too, baby.”
“Adam was always sorry about your death, you know.”
Jason ignored the comment. They held hands and started to walk down the row of trees. Together, again.
My mother used to say, the best way to say something unsettling is quickly – just put it out there before you have a chance to second guess yourself. So here goes: I’m dead.
Not what you thought I was going to say, right? I know, it came as a surprise to me too. One minute I was standing at the aisle ready for my forever, about to marry the tall, dark and handsome Aiden, and the next thing I know I’m in some other dimension.
I was shocked too. I was also pissed that my pretty white (I wasn’t a virgin but hey what bride is) wedding dress was exchanged for some ugly black robe. Black is really not my color, it washes me out. Unfortunately everyone here wears them.
At least that’s what Owen tells me. He’s tall and dark too. And he’s also a death dealer.
There I go again, blurting out information. He’s a death dealer, I’m a death dealer, bla bla, we’re all death dealers. Again, this is from Owen. I’ve never met anyone else. It’s just been me and him here since my wedding day and the day I died.
He was the first thing I saw when I opened my eyes. I had closed then at the aisle expecting a kiss from my almost-husband. Aiden was a great kisser – this I’ll admit, but there was something different about this kiss. It lit up my body in a way I’d never felt, and certainly never expected whilst in the house of the Lord. Honestly, it may have been the best kiss of my life.
Yet when I opened my eyes, it was Owen’s lips that were pressed against mine. It was his electric kiss I had felt.
“Calm down” he instructed.
It was impossible not to freak out. “What am I doing here?”
“I think I called you here.” He held up his hands in defense. “Unintentionally I swear.”
My chest began to heave, moments away from a full-scale panic attack. “Where the hell am I?”
“Exactly” He frowned. “We’re in hell.”
Mary screamed as the coffin lowered into the ground. She wasn’t dead! She couldn’t be dead. They were burying her alive! Stop!!! Please stop!!! But no matter how loudly she screamed, the dirt kept dropping onto the top of the casket.
Eventually, the sounds of the dirt stopped. Only her cries echoed inside the elegant coffin. Her tears soaked the satin below her head, her tear ducts empty. She closed her eyes, resigned to the fact she would die of suffocation deep beneath the Earth’s surface.
It was the breeze stroking the wetness of her cheeks that brought awareness. Drying her tear stains cheeks while dappled sunlight danced on her eyelids, causing strange patterns of light and dark.
Lifting her eyelids, she squinted into the sunlight. Above her, trees swayed in the breeze, leaves dancing to the joyful tune of the forest surrounding her. It looked to be a beautiful summer morning in the woods of her childhood. A shadow stood beside her, a hand held out to help her up. She raised her own hand, blocking the sun to see who stood above her. John! Oh my God, John!!!
Her husband of seventy years gently held her upraised hand and raised her to her feet. But it wasn’t old John whom she’d seen pass into the next world a couple years ago. It was John from their youth; young, virile, handsome in his tailored dark suit. As she reached her feet, she realized she was in her favorite white dress, the one she wore on their first date. As she looked where she had been laying, the headstone she had purchased for John and her to share at the graveyard sat there. But instead of having their names and dates on it, it only read “RIP.”
“Mary, my love. I know you have a lot of questions and I’ll answer them all. But to help you understand now, know this. You must pass through Mother Earth to reach the next life. Come my love, let me take you home.”
And with that, Mary and John walked into the light…
Gilly peered through the portal into the outer realm. The woods looked scary, but it was the only time the veil was thin enough between the realms for her people to pass through. It was these annual visits that made Gilly’s otherwise mundane life as a starship lab technician exciting. On this night, known in the earthly realm as All Hallows Eve, she and her people would gather on their home planet of Merr and pass through the portal.
“You think he’ll be there?” Her friend Jolie asked.
“He has been for the last two years,” Gilly said uncertainly. He was an alpha werewolf; a powerful male, and would eventually find a mate. She could never be that mate. Her people were forbidden from remaining for more than twenty-four hours. If she stayed, her people would come for her and she’d be punished severely – a few dozen years in confinement on one of the prison ships that orbited their dead moon. He would be welcome on Merr, but she would never ask him to give up everything for her.
One by one, her people filed through the shimmery portal and went their way. Gilly found herself alone in the woods. Her heart sank as she realized the man she’d been looking forward to seeing was absent. She took a step back toward the portal.
“Leaving so soon?”
She turned with a gasp to see Lux dressed in a sharp suit. He grabbed her, lowering his mouth to hers.
“I thought you wouldn’t come,” she whispered.
“Tomorrow when the moon rises in the sky, I want to come with you.”
“You don’t have a male in your own realm do you?”
“Then it’s settled. Tonight we’ll say farewell to my pack and tomorrow we’ll start the next chapter of our life on Merr.”
They sealed their declaration with a kiss and headed into the darkness to say goodbye. She’d always dreaded the rising of the moon, but she eagerly looked forward to it. It was the first night of the rest of their lives, after all.
Misty fog surrounded the grounds as the evening sky continued to darken. The atmosphere became eerie as the animals of the night woke from their daily slumber. Eye’s glowed from above as they watched the forms below them. Silvia turned her attention towards the ongoing noises, her eyes glowed a bright red as tears of blood trickled from her eyes. Sending a warning to the animal’s above to stop there annoying noise’s. Silvia mourned the loss of her brother, hitting a point where it was becoming too much to bare. Suddenly there was nothing, silence had filled the air. She let out a small sigh of relief before cuddling the strong masculine creature standing close, her mate. As they stared intently at the large block of cement in front of them, a permanent reminder that the person buried here was no longer part of this world. A sign for those that walked the grounds of the cemetery that the form buried here was once loved by many and missed by all.
“All will be right, I promise you this.” Silvia’s mate assured her.
The grief of her brothers passing had become overwhelming, her body shook with shock, constantly reminding Silvia of the memories that led to her brother’s sudden passing.
She grabbed her partner’s hand pulling him away, begging to leave the gloomy surroundings of the cemetery. He willingly followed her lead as they walked the hidden path. The further away they became the more relieved Silvia felt as if she had jut escaped the nightmare she had experiences the past few days, as it hit the darkest, coldest part of the night. Thicker fog seeped along the ground making it almost impossible to see, protecting the secrets that may occur during this time. The soil beneath the headstone began to move as the ground shook, parting the soil. A hand broke free from its underground prison, awakening the un-dead and allowing them to walk the earth once again.
“Hand it over Angelique. I saw you snag his soul, it doesn’t belong to you,” Damian said holding out his hand.
Angelique pouted, her red lips forming a pretty bow. “It’s just one teeny tiny soul, can’t I keep this one?” She ran a scarlet fingernail up and down his damp, navy blue suit jacket.
“No. This was a good man, he died protecting the woman he loved. His soul will be taken to a place where he will know peace.”
The woman dug into the pocket of her long white coat and pulled out a perfect silver orb. She turned it over in her hand. “But it’s so pretty, it sparkles more than the others.”
“That’s because the souls you usually handle are covered in a fine layer of grim and smut. This one is pure. There aren’t too many men like him out there anymore. It’s a shame he had to die so young.” He plucked the orb from her hand. Her eyes flashed a molten gold color, before she quickly hid her anger.
“Let’s make a bet,” she said as a devilish smile graced her lips.
Damian shook his head. “That seductive smile may work with others, but not with me. You’re thousands of years too young to trick me into giving up this soul.” Though he spoke with a smile, his handsome features had hardened.
Angelique stamped her foot. “You can’t be older than me!”
Damian chuckled and kept walking. Cursing Angelique followed him until they reached a fork in the road, one led upward to a hill, the other downward towards a dark valley.
“Trot back home and tell your master you failed. These group of men belong to me. I was kind to you, I won’t be so kind to the next thief.”
“My master will definitely hear about this. Those souls hold more value than you could possibly know,” she hissed.
He smiled at her. “I know more than anyone, the value of these men’s souls. The group of men you have targeted are mine to protect, they are true warriors.”
“My master will destroy you.” Her eyes were no longer seductive but filled with hate.
“He could not destroy me in Heaven and he cannot destroy me now. You know me as Damian, but I have another name.” He turned his back to her and began walking up the sunlit hill.
“Who are you?” she whispered stepping back defensively.
He stopped and without turning spoke a name that had her racing into the shadows.
“Do you know what I love the most about you?” Bryan asked as he shrugged his suit jacket on.
Noelly smiled over at him as she slipped the strap of her blood bra over her shoulder. “The little I do with my hips when I’m riding you?”
“Well yes, but that’s not what I was thinking of…” His mouth dried out when she bent over to step into the red g-string he’d removed with his teeth earlier. Her ass was lush, creamy and as red as her panties and bra. He was sorry to see it disappear underneath her pristine white dress. His formerly sated cock jumped at the idea of her stretched out across the bench seat of his truck, her face in his lap as he pulled up the back of her dress to smack her ass and make her moan.
“You were saying?”
Her question jolted him out of a pleasant mental image he planned to make a reality. Wrapping his fingers around her hand, he brought it up to his face, brushing his lips against the soft skin of her knuckles.
“You are the only woman who can still surprise me. “ Keeping a firm grip on her hand, he supported her as she lifted each foot and slipped her heels back on. “I distinctly remember you saying you wanted to dance on that old bitch’s grave in a red dress.”
She winked saucily over his shoulder, “The horizontal mambo is a kind of dance.”
Thank you so much to all of the authors who participated! I hope you’ll encourage us by letting us know if you would like us to continue our specific stories. Just leave a comment for us in the comment section. We’ll be back November 30th with another one!
As always Live, Laugh, and Love like today is your only chance! ~ Lori