I hosted a Flash Fiction contest, and I hosted a Best Opening contest. This new contest is even more challenging. Your entry will be short, but a single sentence will have to make an impact. Do you have what it takes to sum up a story and hook a reader in ONE LINE?
Visit my Contest Page for writing contest rules and to enter.
Dr. Meryt Brownstone is the friendly doctor on your local hospital’s emergency room staff. She is a beautiful, reluctantly 40’s-ish African American cardiologist who cares about her community and each and every one of her patients.
After long shifts saving lives, she lingers in the lab analyzing tests and reports to finalize the development of synthetic blood. Her work is her life, and her colleagues greatly respect her for it.
You would think that when she finally left the hospital and drove to her cozy house in upstate New York that she would curl up by the fire with a cup of tea and a good book. Well, think again.
This is part of a blog hop that I participated in a while back. During the Halloween Season, I’ll be running some FREE Kindle days for my paranormal romance series. I’ll also be starting a new writing contest,so watch this blog! (Subscribe in the sidebar)
In the meantime, get to know my main character, Meryt Brownstone.
Meryt is highly intelligent, instinct driven and hot tempered. She’s the kind of person who must stay busy, but not just busy for the sake of being busy (like in the saying idle hands are the devil’s workshop) but rather busy in the sense of pushing her body and mind further than the day before.
This motto has served her well over the years, as she is a cardiologist and a government agent.
Damn his love. No, I am not referring to any definition found in books written by well-educated men with capital letters following their names.
The kind of love I’m referring to is insane by its nature and is a true contradiction in words. To be honest, it isn’t really love but the reverse of love. You hate yourself and hate this feeling so much that it returns full circle as an animalistic deep yearning that can only be soothed by its master.
This love, or whatever you want to call it, if you were unlucky enough to possess it, is the kind of love that brands your soul with a red-hot iron as a testimony of its existence. And then it’s ripped from your grasp.
I know there are non-believers questioning its presence, consider yourself blessed for your ignorance.
Now for those who are damned due to this Insane Love and are still trying to mingle in with the world as normal and are hoping to once again to find the devil who seduced you, this message is totally for you.
First thing I know for sure is, its innate within human nature to kill and hate. I’ve watched the news and I’ve read different pieces of literature referencing the criminal mind. I’ve done this all in the name of research for my writing and I have to admit also out of curiosity. But more than my observations and my education, I know myself. Not that I have killed, but I have felt the strong passions of rage, where words no longer expressed my vile hatred for a situation. Where my gut has told me that even if I were to find the words, they would not justify my frustration.