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"The Throwaway Girls of Olympia" Sneak Peak
It's been a long time since last I sat down and wrote out a blog, and much has happened since then (which will possibly be covered in another post). For now, I'd like to offer you all a sneak peak at my fifth novel, "The Throwaway Girls of Olympia," which will be out sometime in the first quarter of this year with an amazing cover by the fine folks over at Hollow Creek Art.
Enjoy:
" 1.
Bugs flew past the truck’s windshield, appearing to glow in the light thrown from the headlamps. Woods stood on either side of the road, at times appearing crisp in the light, at others like ghostly black silhouettes. The driver paid them no mind, the red tip of his cigarette neither moving left nor right as he kept his attention focused on the stripe of dirt that raced up and under him in a never-ending blur. The radio played softly, mixing with the sound of the humid wind that rushed by outside the pickup truck’s open windows.
He saw her from a distance walking alone along the stretch of unlit road and slowed the truck to barely a crawl, switching the headlamps to low as he did so. She became a specter then, a ghostly image stumbling along the rutted road. He gauged her age at around fifteen. Removing the smoldering cigarette from his mouth he licked the inside of his lower lip in anticipation. She was perfect, the kind of girl he had always dreamed about yet because of some cruel twist of fate could never seem to obtain. Now she was here, less than forty yards in front of him, unaware that she was being watched; observed like some unique specimen as he stalked her silently through the night. A flutter of nervous butterflies sprang up in his stomach as the realization of what he was about to do settled into his mind. It was, he knew, forbidden by society. It didn’t matter. The excitement of anticipation flooded his body with adrenalin.
What if you get caught? a small voice whispered in the dark recesses of his mind. He knew what would happen then; they would cage and examine him while the courts and their doctors sought to convict him for being the way he was. Parents and friends would hurl accusations all while trying to understand what he was. They can’t understand you, the voice said reassuringly. No one really could, except for others like him, assuming that there were any others that is.
He looked around quickly, making certain that there were no pinpricks of light that would signal an oncoming vehicle. There was nothing now save the soft sighing of the wind, and in the distance the roaring whoosh of traffic out on the freeway three miles to the West. They were alone out here, just the two of them. He relaxed and smiled before reaching out a boot encased foot and depressing the floor stud that turned the high beams back on.
They lit the road before him as well as the walking shape of the girl in a halo of light. Her blouse was a washed-out blue that hung from her lean body shapelessly. Long dark hair spilled down her back in a wave, bouncing with each movement she made. The cut off jean shorts hugged her heart shaped ass as though she had been poured into them. They moved and stretched with each step her long legs took. He felt himself grow aroused at the sight.
Realizing that he had come to a stop he depressed the gas, hoping the truck wouldn’t stall out. It didn’t and he began to sidle up behind her, curious why she hadn’t looked around at the sound of the approaching vehicle’s engine. Must be on something, he thought. The truck was pulling up beside her now on her left and he slowed even more until it was almost stopped again. She turned to look at him, moving slowly as though in a haze. Her large brown eyes were glazed over and glassy. She stood looking at him with an expression of bemused puzzlement.
“Need a ride?” he asked, his voice sounding pleasant enough on the hot June night.
“Sure,” she responded, her words slightly slurred.
A slender, unsteady hand reached out and grasped the handle. It felt cool in the stifling night as she pulled the door open. Hinges squealed in protests and the door fell open, frozen in place as she clambered within. Another screech of metal as it thumped shut with a finality that was lost on the girl.
Then he pushed down on the pedals, easing forward. He drove off into the night, his truck following the spectral beams of light through the dark woods."
Enjoy:
" 1.
Bugs flew past the truck’s windshield, appearing to glow in the light thrown from the headlamps. Woods stood on either side of the road, at times appearing crisp in the light, at others like ghostly black silhouettes. The driver paid them no mind, the red tip of his cigarette neither moving left nor right as he kept his attention focused on the stripe of dirt that raced up and under him in a never-ending blur. The radio played softly, mixing with the sound of the humid wind that rushed by outside the pickup truck’s open windows.
He saw her from a distance walking alone along the stretch of unlit road and slowed the truck to barely a crawl, switching the headlamps to low as he did so. She became a specter then, a ghostly image stumbling along the rutted road. He gauged her age at around fifteen. Removing the smoldering cigarette from his mouth he licked the inside of his lower lip in anticipation. She was perfect, the kind of girl he had always dreamed about yet because of some cruel twist of fate could never seem to obtain. Now she was here, less than forty yards in front of him, unaware that she was being watched; observed like some unique specimen as he stalked her silently through the night. A flutter of nervous butterflies sprang up in his stomach as the realization of what he was about to do settled into his mind. It was, he knew, forbidden by society. It didn’t matter. The excitement of anticipation flooded his body with adrenalin.
What if you get caught? a small voice whispered in the dark recesses of his mind. He knew what would happen then; they would cage and examine him while the courts and their doctors sought to convict him for being the way he was. Parents and friends would hurl accusations all while trying to understand what he was. They can’t understand you, the voice said reassuringly. No one really could, except for others like him, assuming that there were any others that is.
He looked around quickly, making certain that there were no pinpricks of light that would signal an oncoming vehicle. There was nothing now save the soft sighing of the wind, and in the distance the roaring whoosh of traffic out on the freeway three miles to the West. They were alone out here, just the two of them. He relaxed and smiled before reaching out a boot encased foot and depressing the floor stud that turned the high beams back on.
They lit the road before him as well as the walking shape of the girl in a halo of light. Her blouse was a washed-out blue that hung from her lean body shapelessly. Long dark hair spilled down her back in a wave, bouncing with each movement she made. The cut off jean shorts hugged her heart shaped ass as though she had been poured into them. They moved and stretched with each step her long legs took. He felt himself grow aroused at the sight.
Realizing that he had come to a stop he depressed the gas, hoping the truck wouldn’t stall out. It didn’t and he began to sidle up behind her, curious why she hadn’t looked around at the sound of the approaching vehicle’s engine. Must be on something, he thought. The truck was pulling up beside her now on her left and he slowed even more until it was almost stopped again. She turned to look at him, moving slowly as though in a haze. Her large brown eyes were glazed over and glassy. She stood looking at him with an expression of bemused puzzlement.
“Need a ride?” he asked, his voice sounding pleasant enough on the hot June night.
“Sure,” she responded, her words slightly slurred.
A slender, unsteady hand reached out and grasped the handle. It felt cool in the stifling night as she pulled the door open. Hinges squealed in protests and the door fell open, frozen in place as she clambered within. Another screech of metal as it thumped shut with a finality that was lost on the girl.
Then he pushed down on the pedals, easing forward. He drove off into the night, his truck following the spectral beams of light through the dark woods."
Throwaway Girls of Olympia
It's almost time. My newest novel, 'Throwaway Girls of Olympia' will be released in a little over a week, on Monday March 9th, 2020. This has been a long process, as the original ending was found to be to unrealistic and I was forced to rewrite it. How will it be received? Only time will tell, but you can preorder the Kindle version now. The paperback edition will, unfortunately, not be available until the release date. I hope you will take this journey, though it be dark and unsettling, as this is my first work that doesn't have any elements of the supernatural. Instead, it takes place in the real world, and is as realistic as I could possibly make it.
Click on the link below to preorder your copy (only $2.99) and prepare to experience something unique
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0857L8RNS/...
Click on the link below to preorder your copy (only $2.99) and prepare to experience something unique
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0857L8RNS/...
