Patricia Harris-
Patricia Harris is a dreamer, crafter, gamer and digital artist who loves creativity in life. A half mad poet, her writing is found all over social media and various other websites. She is a devoted mom who can be found doing a variety of art when she isn’t penning poetry and writing words. She is owner of the indie publishing company Fae Corps publishing. For more from Patricia, check out www.Facebook.com/mouseypoet or pattimouse.blog
And for a reading list of her books go to https://books2read.com/rl/PatriciaHarris
And as Serena Mossgraves -
Serena Mossgraves is a twisted faery with a love of gothic settings and an urge to scare. She’s constantly on the prowl for new ways to twist old stories into dark tales that excite and terrify. If you’re also drawn to nightmares, come visit Serena on Facebook at www.facebook.com/serenitysfall Or check out her reading list at https://books2read.com/rl/serenamossgraves
The last couple of days I have actually noticed that I made mistakes in the titles of the posts. I fixed it as I saw it, but I don’t want to not acknowledge that I have done it. I am struggling with the reality of my child moving, the election, wounds on my feet, and general stuff that has been going on. I will try to look at the top before I publish the post for the remainder of the month but I don’t promise that the typos will not be there.
Shelly wondered if Carla was aware of the glow she was emitting. There was a tiredness around her eyes, and a fear that didn’t match the calm she was trying to project. Shelly hurried to check out the three books that were possible clues and walked back to Carla. “Okay, I am ready, Did you by any chance drive here? I don’t have transportation. I am supposed to be meeting with Caitlyn.” Carla nodded and led the way to the car she had picked up from the witch’s neighbor. It had been there since the day they all went skinny dipping.
Once they were in the car and alone, Carla broke down and told Shelly everything. “I don’t know what to do. I couldn’t leave the baby gone! Not that I want to hand our child to the witch, but I am not sure what I can do. Can we please look into what I can do? I am going to be borrowing my Uncle Rick’s houseboat. I am going to follow the rules that the witch gave me. I don’t know what else to do.” As she finished saying that, Carla’s voice broke into a soft sob.
Shelly considered her friend for a moment and pulled her into a hug. She could feel the emotional energy flowing out from Carla. She knew Carla was telling the truth, though she didn’t know how. “We are a family. We will work on finding the solution for all of us. The witch might have made her first mistake.”
Pattimouse 