Wendi Knape

Author's details

Name: Wendi Knape
Date registered: February 2, 2014
URL: http://wendijowrites.blogspot.com/

Latest posts

  1. Heaven Fated — September 10, 2017
  2. Steps to Midnight — August 10, 2017
  3. Moon Eyes — July 10, 2017
  4. Raya’s Pride — June 10, 2017
  5. A Fork in the Road — May 10, 2017

Most commented posts

  1. Writer’s Block: 8 Strategies to Bust Out — 10 comments
  2. A Picture is worth a Thousand Words — 10 comments
  3. Finding the Mind of a Villain — 9 comments
  4. A Talisman, a Tool — 8 comments
  5. Fear — 8 comments

Author's posts listings

Sep 10

Heaven Fated

Voices. Millions of voices, chaotic noise, buzzed in her head. She couldn’t focus. She was scared. Pain infected everything. “Paddles! We’re losing her!” Darkness. She slowly became aware. The edge of a storm, a line that blends the white and blue horizon into gray, abstract parts seen coming. It’s as if thin fingers rake through …

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Aug 10

Steps to Midnight

Breaching the thick silence hanging in the air, Felicity Marcum opens her car door. A shiver strolls across her exposed skin, and her heart pounds. Her feet to the ground she takes one last glance over her shoulder to the gate that reads, Last Chance Cemetery. The light in its center, or what she assumes …

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Jul 10

Moon Eyes

Her name was Beebe Rizzoli, but everyone called her Jersey. She was a transplant due to things out of her control. Her accent was something that people had a hard time ignoring. Trying to get rid of it was useless. She wasn’t adept at changing to conform with what society expected. She was just Beebe …

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Jun 10

Raya’s Pride

Padding across the cool morning earth, Raya’s muscles were loose and heated after her morning run. She carried herself to the low stream at the back of her property and lapped up the icy water. The surrounding woods came alive with the wild things. The sound of her pack an echo in the distance that …

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May 10

A Fork in the Road

Creed’s fists came down on the steering wheel over and over with enough force he’d have bruises. And if his glare didn’t set the damn piece-of-shit rental car on fire Creed didn’t know what would do it. “Shit!” He popped the hood and got out of the car. Wing-tip shoes he wore crunched through the …

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