The Crows Bitter Serenade, short story by C.L. Muileboom

 No coverage, not even one bar. The beep-beep itself signified the battery’s already depleting life, so it didn’t really matter anyways. An overcast canvassed the sky giving it a perfectly even dullness, making it difficult to tell the time of day, much less which direction was north or south . A two-lane blacktop road snaked

Boomer’s Book Reviews: Ten Tiny Breathes -K.A. Tucker

A contemporary novel about a girl who suffers from PTSD Imagine losing most of the people you care about in one night. Imagine hearing your mother’s last final breaths. Just imagine. They all die, yet you survive. This is Kasey Cleary’s demise. A heart-shattering event has rendered her into a cold, biased, and jaded cynic.

Flames to Dust – CH4

The room had that awkward feeling floating in the air. Silence crept over, as if a ghost slid its way through the door. That job, had been his life.
“If you can give me more time, please,” He asked, hands wringing.

Flames to Dust – Ch 2

Read Chapter one here —->https://boomerwrites.wordpress.com/2020/07/08/flames-to-dust/ The sunshine sparkled within the dewdrops as Tyranus lifted his crimson dragon head. He sniffed the senses of the morning, and took in its sweet embracing odour. The forest which surrounded him was filled with trees, tall like giants. Mountains that reached as high as the blue skies above kept

Flames to Dust

A wet cough echoed through the room as her father, Percy held a crimson stained cloth to his mouth. The stain grew darker, wider as he hacked into it once more. Braelynne’s hands clenched together tightly under the long table as she watched her father slowly die. Each day he appeared to get worse.

The Nameless Ones ● Chapter ~ 2

View Chapter One here —- > https://boomerwrites.wordpress.com/2019/07/17/the-nameless-ones/ Hooded figures strolled down the gilded path. They walked aimlessly and without worry on both sides of the pathway, a sharp weapon in hand. They were a barricade to the Feigms between them, whom proudly and dominantly had a tail trailing behind them. Reijha felt an emptiness inside,

The Nameless Ones

~ 1 ~ *First Revision * Reijha strolled through the cold, dark and enveloping halls of Cyn. Gelid metal chains were secured around his ankles. Shackles, just as cold and objectionable were tightly bound around his tan wrists. The shackles were just tight enough to make his grimalkin like hands numb, and defective from a