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#SatSpanks #8Sunday – Holy Hot Foot!


The weekly 8-10 sentence blog hop is hosted by Weekend Writing Warriors. I’m also making my debut with Saturday Spankings, and participating with Snippet Sunday. Click on the links for participation guidelines, as well as the official list of participating authors. Well someone give me a medal because for the first time in months I’m participating for a second consecutive week (LOL). I’m glad you’ve visited my blog today.

More from Never Let Go. Teenage sisters, Melissa and Ashley, are trapped in a walled room, where they are being taunted by a woman (Emily) and her two twenty-something daughters. Last week Ashley ran her mouth on Emily, which unfortunately only enraged her further. Things ended with Emily flipping on a power switch, causing the floor which Melissa and Ashley are standing on to glow red. In this snippet, we find out what’s happening to the floor.

This is Melissa’s POV and the snippet has been formatted with creative punctuation to fit the 8-10 sentence limit:

“Hey, Mel, the…the floor,” Ashley cried as the glow reached every inch of the floor in the room.

I stared at it with my jaw dropped as the glow continued to get brighter. “Wh-what the hell’s goi-”

Heat began to seep through the bottoms of my feet.

“Whoa, the floor’s, like, gettin’ really warm,” Ashley bleated, the heat mounting, nibbling and then biting my skin.

“Ow, ouch, it’s getting hot,” she cried and lifted her feet.

The floor glowed with intense redness like a ceramic cooktop on high. Sharp cries shot out of my lungs as I jerked my feet back with heat gnawing my flesh from heel to toe.

“Aaaaahh,” we cried in unison as we leaped off the floor, endlessly lifting up one foot after the other in a dumb attempt to avoid burns. We yelped repeatedly with the intense heat stabbing the bottoms of my feet, like hundreds of hot needles.


Oh no, Melissa and Ashley are getting a major hot foot! That Emily sure is twisted! How will our teens get out of this? Their poor feet can’t hold out for too long. The image above shows what the floor might look like.

1000 apologies if this scene is getting old, but I have revised it, and would very much love your feedback: it goes a very long way!

Comments are most welcome, and I will return the favor by commenting on your snippets! Enjoy your day, and Happy Thanksgiving to all the Canadian participants (me included)!

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Weekend Writing Warriors – The Agony of De-feet!


Exams are over, and now I can look forward to Christmas, especially as I am relaxing on the beaches of South Florida. Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors, for all your reading needs. I’m offering one final snippet from The Burning Night, my YA horror novella. As it is the last 8 from this story, I decided to condense a paragraph’s worth into an excerpt so you could get a full sense of what’s going on. If you missed last week’s snippet, it can be found here.

Set-up: Teenage sisters, Melissa and Ashley, are trapped in a room. Thanks to a power switch, the entire floor has become scorching hot, making the girls to hop around as they try and preserve their feet. Emily and her daughters, Ally and Sandra delight in the girls suffering as they watch them “dance.” The image below shows how the floor would  look like.


The eight:

“Whoa, look at ‘em dance, Mom,” Sandra chirped.

“And listen to them sing, it’s amazing how you can make a couple of teenagers dance and scream at the same time,” Emily cooed. 

Their heartless taunts hurt me almost as much this floor frying my skin like eggs. Lifting my head up, I forced a glare at the psychotic women through the agonizing pain, and cried, “You, ow, ow, si-sick bitches!”

“Shu-shut this floor off,” Ashley wailed.

“It won’t hurt much longer, my darlings.” Emily’s falsetto voice hardened ruthlessly as she boomed, “Because the nerve endings in your feet will be completely destroyed!”

I let out a scream that tore at my vocal cords and rattled my ribs, as I shook my right foot wildly in the air, while hopping on the other.

Oh their poor feet! Emily and her daughters are sick…sick, sick, sick! It’s hard to understand why Emily hates those girls so much. She just enjoys seeing people suffer. It’s the truth! As demented as she is, you have to admit that this is a clever way to torture someone. I hate having to end things here, but this isn’t published, and so I can only share so much.

The story ends on a positive note for the teens, and those women get what’s coming to them. I hope you have enjoyed reading these snippets, and will buy the book someday. Your feedback has made all the difference, and helped me understand my characters more. I thank everyone who commented on this last week, and do appreciate any thoughts today!

I’ll be taking some time off W.W.W. I expect to be back sometime in January, where I will share snippets from one of my other stories. I haven’t decided which one. In the meantime, Merry Christmas to all and a very Happy New Year!!

See you in 2015!

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Weekend Writing Warriors – Melissa Gets It in the Arm





Greetings all and welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors.  I’m glad you’ve taken some time out of your day to read my snippet. I’m continuing from last week’s 8 of my YA horror novella, The Burning Night. I shared a bit of this scene many months ago, but I’ve completely edited it, so it’s more feasible

Set-up: Melissa is in shock as the cooktops on the stove are glowing by themselves. She tries to decipher the whole thing, when more scariness literally hits her.

The Eight:


I shuffled toward the stove and extended one hand over the burner as heat waves seeped through it. Two more burners started glowing, making me jump back. Covering my mouth with both hands, I stared hard at the burners when something sharp pierced through my right arm like a bullet.


I grabbed my arm and dropped to my knees. It was amazing the pitch of my scream didn’t shatter the window over the kitchen sink. With my arm throbbing, I gaped in horror at a dart stuck in it, infecting me with who-knew-what. I covered my mouth to keep from screaming, as I grimaced from the shooting pain.


Poor Melissa. The fact that she’s a teenager really has me feeling for her. Sadly, there’s more on the way for her.

Thoughts and feedback are always helpful. I’m going to a Bengals game this afternoon, so I won’t get to reading snippets until later this evening. Since this is my first NFL game, I’m excited yet curious as I don’t know what to expect.

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Enjoy the rest of your weekend!

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