Romance Writer’s Weekly Blog Hop #lovewritechat

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Do you like to read romance novels? Wouldn’t you like to know more about your favorite authors? Well you came to the right place! Join the writers of Romance Weekly as we go behind the scenes of our books and tell all….. About our writing of course! Every week we’ll answer questions or share some flash fiction and after you’ve enjoyed the blog on this site we’ll direct you to another. So come back often for a thrilling ride! Tell your friends and feel free to ask us questions in the comment box.

If you’ve joined me from J. J. Devine’s blog, welcome! For this week’s blog hop, we’re doing a spooky special. Jo Richardson asked us to write a spooky story of no more than 300 words. So without further ado here is my contribution. Enjoy!

She shivered and pulled her coat more tightly around her. Where were they? They’d told her they’d be here in ten minutes. But from what she could see of her watch in the moonlight coming through the threadbare curtains, half an hour had passed. The house around her was so dark. This just wasn’t fun anymore.

Damn you, Brooke and Dale, where are you, she thought. It was all very well arranging to go ghost watching in the creepiest house in the neighbourhood, but why the hell had they left her to wait on her own?

There was a sudden bang; it sounded like a door slamming. Kelly heard a shriek and was petrified until she realised it was her own. That’s it, I’m getting out of here, she decided. She strode towards the door which led to the hall. It was open, but as she reached it, it slammed in her face. Kelly screamed, feeling a cold breath on her neck. When she spun around, no one was there.

Frantically she grabbed the door handle, shaking and pulling it violently. But it was no good. It wasn’t budging. She looked around her for another way out. Seeing the windows, she dashed towards them, but before she could reach them shutters, which she hadn’t even noticed before, banged shut across them.

She was now enveloped in complete darkness. When she tried to scream again, no sound came out of her mouth. Coldness came over her, like the coldness of the dead. As despair washed over her she heard a voice speaking in a loud whisper.

‘We have her now. She is ours.’

I hope you liked that! Why not head on over now to Kim Handyside’s blog and read her spooky tale?

Romance Writer’s Weekly Blog Hop #lovewritechat

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Hello! If you’ve just joined me from Carrie Elk’s blog, welcome!

I missed last week’s blog hop, so I’m pleased to be back this week to take part in the challenge set by Mishka Jenkins. What is it I hear you ask? Well she challenged us to write some flash fiction – a love letter no longer than 400 words.

Not only that – it has to include the words ‘Sweet’, ‘Pumpkin’ and ‘Brush’. My contribution comes in at 286 words. I have to say I found writing this letter a lot of fun and I hope you enjoy reading it. 🙂

Dearest Peter,

It was so good to speak to you yesterday. I know it’s only been a week since I saw you, but it’s too long. I love you and miss you so much and I can’t wait to see you again. I’m so glad you found my brush down the side of the sofa! It’s been really annoying me trying to work out where it got to since I got back from seeing you last weekend. I suppose I should have known it might be there after… Well, you know.

I can’t believe that I’m with such a sweet guy as you – no really, you are the best. I think about you every minute of every day. I’m not exaggerating, I do. Bella and Izzy keep teasing me about you and I go so red. They say to me things like: ‘Oh Peter, my little pumpkin pie’ and make silly faces and bat their eyelids. I know, it’s terrible. Seriously, I’ve done nothing to encourage them, honestly I haven’t.

I can just picture your sceptical face and your amused grin at my protestations of innocence. But the truth is I don’t think I can wait till next weekend to see you again. I know I’ll have to – I’ve got lectures all week so I have no choice – but being without you is sheer torment and I don’t know how I’m going to survive a whole year of being apart from you all week every week. Seeing you only at weekends seems second best somehow.

I know you can’t move to Bristol, but still… I suppose we’ll get used to this. I’m counting the hours till I see you on Saturday.

Love you always,

Jenna. xxx

Thanks for reading! Now why not hop along to Sarah Hegger’s blog and read her contribution?