Story time!!

@squirt_aka_casey Said

Once upon a time there was a rat. He died, the end.

@Kristy69 Said


But why did he die?

@squirt_aka_casey Said

He was bit by a rabid elephant.

@Kristy69 Said

Cuz that makes perfect sense!

@squirt_aka_casey Said

Duh... of course it does, haven't you heard of the out break of rabies in the elephants living in antartica?

@readsalot Said

Okay, a little self promotion here.
This is the introduction and first chapter of an upcoming book, now in editing. It's a murder mystery, we'll leave it like that. I hope that it peaks your interest. sjo/jazz


Introduction

The darkness had just settled on the house; she was finally alone. Most nights the solace was good; quiet peaceful times to reflect. This night was somehow peculiar; a hand seemed to have grabbed and twisted her guts. The phone and electricity had gone out while she was trying to get comfortable and warm; something was not right. Most nights when left on her own she was happy for the time to write,
she'd been having trouble keeping up with her work. Jessie was usually her own best companion, lately something within her had changed. There was no one to talk to who would really understand; she just knew that a promise made to her would happen. Jessie was going to die; it would not come swiftly, the torture had just begun.

Chapter 1 Jessie thought of herself as the normal American woman; she worked too much never played enough. Hank and she had been married for thirty years, had a fairly typical marriage and a grown son. Their marriage had been through quite a bit over the years and the past had been lingering on her mind. They had always loved one another even though that ?in love? feeling had been missing and neither one was able to meet the other?s needs.
Consumed by a chronic illness she doubted what she wanted or needed. Certainly Hank?s current cold behavior was a reflection of her own and it troubled her. Would their marriage survive memories that she couldn?t get past; she had reason to pause, reflect, and cry. They had been each other?s lives for so long she knew no other; yet his betrayal left a hole. Perhaps Jessie was making things more difficult than they had to be; even so something was destined to happen.
It had been fourteen years since that eye opening event had left her tumbling down the stairs by his hand and the police had taken Hank to prison. Looking back Jessie realized that she had never released her deepest emotions from those terrible days. Holding on to them, refusing to give them up would be her downfall and Jessie couldn?t stop the landslide.

@Kristy69 Said

Dash it all, I completely forgot.

@readsalot Said

Okay, a little self promotion here.
This is the introduction and first chapter of an upcoming book, now in editing. It's a murder mystery, we'll leave it like that. I hope that it peaks your interest. sjo/jazz


Introduction

The darkness had just settled on the house; she was finally alone. Most nights the solace was good; quiet peaceful times to reflect. This night was somehow peculiar; a hand seemed to have grabbed and twisted her guts. The phone and electricity had gone out while she was trying to get comfortable and warm; something was not right. Most nights when left on her own she was happy for the time to write,
she'd been having trouble keeping up with her work. Jessie was usually her own best companion, lately something within her had changed. There was no one to talk to who would really understand; she just knew that a promise made to her would happen. Jessie was going to die; it would not come swiftly, the torture had just begun.

Chapter 1 Jessie thought of herself as the normal American woman; she worked too much never played enough. Hank and she had been married for thirty years, had a fairly typical marriage and a grown son. Their marriage had been through quite a bit over the years and the past had been lingering on her mind. They had always loved one another even though that ?in love? feeling had been missing and neither one was able to meet the other?s needs.
Consumed by a chronic illness she doubted what she wanted or needed. Certainly Hank?s current cold behavior was a reflection of her own and it troubled her. Would their marriage survive memories that she couldn?t get past; she had reason to pause, reflect, and cry. They had been each other?s lives for so long she knew no other; yet his betrayal left a hole. Perhaps Jessie was making things more difficult than they had to be; even so something was destined to happen.
It had been fourteen years since that eye opening event had left her tumbling down the stairs by his hand and the police had taken Hank to prison. Looking back Jessie realized that she had never released her deepest emotions from those terrible days. Holding on to them, refusing to give them up would be her downfall and Jessie couldn?t stop the landslide.