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Wednesday, June 4, 2014

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Haven't posted in awhile.

https://www.facebook.com/TheSaraChronicles. I have been working really hard at both writing and promoting my books. Also have a short animated segment in the works for a few characters in my book series. Since I have been having a difficult time posting pictures on this site- I am including a link to my facebook site if any of you want to access this. I have original artwork created for the series as well as excerpts from the books. Hope you visit soon.... Thanks- Laura

Tuesday, August 13, 2013

Link to the publishing site- This is where Book #2 will be re-released starting next week.

http://www.tatepublishing.com/bookstore/book.php?w=978-1-62854-181-6

Wednesday, July 17, 2013

Sunday, July 7, 2013

Progress made on Book #6

Watching a mini- series Great expectations - It is very addictive. It seems BBC reruns are quite the thing when you are trying to save money rather than spend it every time you turn around. 3 more episodes to go until it is done. Then I will find some more to do before I pour over book#6 one final time. I think I've almost got it the way I want it. Ideas for the 7th and final book are swimming around in my head.

Wednesday, July 3, 2013

Happy 4th of July

Hope everyone has a wonderful holiday with lots of fireworks and barbeque

Saturday, June 29, 2013

Working hard on getting through the final edits and cover design on Book #2

So happy to be winding up the work on Book #2- Now that Tate Publishing is going to re-release Book #2- Evolution of Us this year, I am quite busy between working on that and editing and re-reading Book #6. Trying to be organized and not drop the ball. Already have the plot for Book #7 in my head and with all this going on- I am getting a bit flustered. I am going on vacation next month and hope to be able to celebrate my daughter's 13th birthday by taking a break and concentrating on her.

Sunday, June 16, 2013

Finished Book #6- Chapter Sample- Though still editing, No Cover art yet.

The Sara Chronicles Book Six Into Darkness We Go- Up Above and Down Below Chapter 1 All was quiet on the surface of the worlds, as the very last living, non evil, life-form landed gingerly on the ground. The small brown bird was breathing heavily, thoroughly exhausted from evading the large dark mutant versions of its species, the ones that had eaten all the real birds days ago. Having had no trees to land on, the winged creature had been flying almost non-stop for days now; the small areas of brush it had hidden under from time to time were gone and it sensed that death was near. No food, no safe places, and no other animals visible for weeks now, it was only a matter of time before it too, was gone. Pecking at the surface in a vain search for any form of food, the tiny animal looked nervously around the barren field, preparing for attack from any direction. Too weak to attempt to take flight again, the bird glanced from side to side anxiously as it tried to find something to give it strength, a chance to survive. Scratching halfheartedly at the broken and pitted earth yielded absolutely nothing for the animal’s efforts; the dry rotten soil held nothing worth eating. All living nutrients had retreated far beyond the surface, well out of the creature’s reach and the dirt it had managed to break through with its beak tasted foul. The earth beneath the sparrow’s thin legs trembled beneath the weight of something very large moving a few miles distant. It stood still, small heart beating rapidly, waiting for whatever was heading toward it. The scent of death and decay covered the earth and this one natural winged creature’s clean soul would surely attract a destructive evil entity soon. The presence of anything that wasn’t like the bad things seemed to draw them to it pretty fast; they liked to kill and could smell a pure object from miles away. As if to confirm its greatest fear, a flash of lightning appeared in the sky just a few feet from the animal, followed by a movement in the dark clouds above indicating that it had been discovered and something was rapidly approaching to claim it. As fast as it moved though, something else moved faster. Before the darkness could approach, a shifting in the air sent a gentle breeze to ruffle the bird’s feathers and a shimmering white light settled over the frail form bringing a total change in the bird’s behavior. The tiny little brain housed in its skull was thinking very non-bird thoughts as another presence settled inside its small frame, changing the manner in which it surveyed its surroundings. The winged creature watched with interest the large hulking structures now standing in place of beautiful mountain ranges that had been here for thousands of years. The massive stone landmarks had all been crushed beneath the constant enemy assault. They had been replaced by buildings composed of crushed human and animal remains bonded together to form dull grey blocks piled hundreds of stories high. Instead of those blocks however, the sparrow saw the shapes of all the dead things used to make them. It could identify each and every one of the lost lives, man, woman and animal within the square clumps that formed the structures. The names of the victims were all burned in the animal’s memory as clearly as the day they were created because the entity inside the bird had known them personally. The lumpy, misshapen buildings towered over the barren land around it, casting eerie shadows on the ground in the small amount of light that managed to slip through the black clouds covering the sun. Gaping holes appeared in random spots in the front of the structures, some large, some small; they might serve as either windows or doors but their location did not make sense. There was no rhyme or reason to the builder’s technique; in fact, it was a miracle that these hulking masses were standing at all. The base of some of the buildings looked far too narrow to support the top half and yet they stood solidly in place, not moving even a little when the ground beneath them shook constantly. Hideous shadows moved back and forth in the dull green light shining from the building’s windows. The shapes standing inside and looking outward were twisted and unnatural to any living thing. Nothing down here was really alive anyway; they were all just poor animated imitations of Iam’s creations that managed to defy logic and exist in a place they should not. Pin-sized eyes beaded up with moisture, in a show of emotion that wasn’t natural for the animal. It all looked so different up close. This place was very familiar to the spirit inside the bird; it had been one of the first places created when the worlds were made. It now bore no resemblance to the original design. The destruction had looked bad from a distance, but up close, the feel of the injured planet really hit home. Gone was the fresh air and the clean, life sustaining soil was laced liberally with decay. All the water had been either dried up or been replaced with oily goo not fit to drink. The beautiful golden sun that had been one of Iam’s greatest gifts to the planet was covered up by dark clouds and the bloated bodies of mutated flying creatures. Even though it had been understood this was inevitable, it was still heartbreaking to see the results of the change in power. Close inspection of the battered landscape was interrupted by a shimmering wave of powerful energy moving through the air. Whatever traveled overhead was going fast. The force it generated was visible against the sky as a silver wave pushing at the black clouds, allowing the sun to highlight the darkened sky with a brief flash of yellow. That small amount of light was just bright enough to reveal a red object streaking through the sky in the middle of the silvery gust of air. The red thing looked large, even from this distance, it raced across the sky like it had been shot from a cannon. The unidentified projectile landed about a mile away from the sparrow who had received strength from the spirit occupying its body to leave the ground. Renewed and full of energy, the bird took flight with no fear of attack from anything above or below. Nothing was going to touch this winged creature, for now it had an unearthly light about it that every beastly, evil thing in the area shied away from. A swiftly moving wind carried the small body closer to the thing that had hit the ground with a heavy thump. Dirt split and flew into the sky from the force of the impact causing the winged beast to dodge the flying debris. A few fancy evasive maneuvers later, it swooped down to circle over the item, studying it with interest. The pure creature had no fear, just a sense of satisfaction as a shrill scream sounded from the object below it. The situation in the worlds was still bad, but this one event made the occupying spirit quite happy. The tiny sparrow’s eyes blinked and if a beak could have formed a smile, it certainly would have. After one last pass over the object on the ground, the clean, living animal was rewarded with a way out of this nightmare place. As a thank you for the use of its body and the desire of the spirit to save this true living thing, a shining white doorway opened in the sky immediately in front of the bird. The animal flew quickly flew through to safety, narrowly avoiding a stream of flame sent from the ground. The bird’s escape was accompanied by another scream of anger from the ground as it disappeared into the portal.

Sunday, May 5, 2013

Still developing Book #6

I may have to go over 40 chapters- not sure yet. Getting the good dead souls back to their bodies is taking some explaining- but I think I got it. They couldn't get what they needed as living beings but, now that they have it- they need to be in the real world again to face the enemy and use the object against him.

Thursday, April 25, 2013

Book #6

I have tentatively titled my 6th Book Into Darkness We Go- Up above and Down Below- Too long? Not sure yet, taking more time with this one. In the 6th book I have Braccus in control of all the worlds surfaces with all the good guys hidden below. The Keepers and the few remaining good souls have retreated to underground caves with every evil thought that Braccus ever had- entering the dead and dying bodies of those that thought they were safe. As a result, some of the refugees, without realizing it, are about to serve as Braccus' instruments of destruction. When the life finally does leave the bodies, the good souls stayed behind, not realizing they are truly dead, until the evil parasites that latched on to them force them out. What is left is a shell- that at first mingles quite well with their living couterparts until the decay becomes noticeable and then they attack. The battles occur all over the 7 worlds- as corpses try to create more corpses. The evil can only enter the dead or dying and after awhile, their current body becomes useless, destroyed by time;it rots awayand a fresh one is needed. The Keepers have to travel from world to world through the only portals still open to them- helping people who do not know or trust them. All in all, the situation becomes quite interesting. While they are engaged with the enemy in the living world, Sara, James and Thomas- having died- are traveling in the afterworld-looking for;the object that will bring Braccus down. This book is more detailed than the others with more and more of the Keepers history being revealed. You have to read the previous books to have an idea of who's who, but it answers alot of questions and I hope, continues to prove entertaining.

Saturday, April 6, 2013

yeah!!! I managed to finish chapter 35. This book is the longest yet, but it is seriously good- Moving toward a conclusion and so it had to be all tied together. I think I finally got it though and it makes sense, for the few people that are actually following the story line, it will totally be on point. I think it's actually harder to get to the end of a book when you have to put sumarize the point to a logical ending. So now I can check the weather and plan my run and I still have alot of painting to do. That's my day.


Tuesday, April 2, 2013

Book #3- A lapse in judgement.

Chapter 27


The six travelers wavered back into view, their feet landing with a soft thud on the sandy beach on Olie's Island. The view that greeted them was disturbing, choppy waves rolled restlessly toward the shore, having reached a level much farther up the shoreline then they ever had before. They were now standing close to the small rain forest normally two miles from the beach, now barely five feet away from the lapping water. The water carried a foul odor with it; the smell reminded Finola of chemistry class and the experiment she did with Sulfur. Darned stuff bubbled out of the beaker and spilled all over her shoes, she didn't like the smell then and she liked it even less now. Eyes wide with disbelief, she surveyed the place that had been her home for several years. What was happening here? It looked like the landscape was changing, landmarks that she was familiar with were suddenly shifting; there were land formations off the shore that she didn't recognize, they were new. The very sand upon which they stood was different, gray and gooey in some spots; they had to side step past to keep from getting stuck. The beach occupied a much smaller area, having been shifted back by rising waters.

The rain forest behind them was smaller, the trees shorter as if they were trying to avoid contact with the sky. And the sky, what was going on up there? Finola squinted to try and make out the shapes moving up there she pointed upward, drawing Franklin's attention there.

The sky was dark, the sun obscured by dark funny looking clouds, clouds that flapped about like wings. Franklin squinted at the swiftly moving objects, trying to reassure himself that they were just clouds, but somehow fearing that he was wrong. A loud shriek issued from the sky followed by a rush of wind as a large black bird swooped down to pass close to his head. He ducked, feeling sharp talons pull at his hair as the creature struck and rose into the air once again; okay, they weren't clouds, he got that now. The dark carrion flew back to join his flock, becoming part of the light obstructing mass once again. Its raspy caw sounded loudly in the air as it bobbed and weaved back to its place in the flight pattern, fighting the wind all the way.

Alice threw a barrier up over their heads to prevent another attack from overhead, she had a feeling that there were other things that they had to watch out for; this was just the beginning. Then the wailing started, low and mournful, it hung in the air, its origin uncertain. Wherever it came from it had its intended effect, it carried the message of fear and death to its listeners. The heroic band of fighters looked each other, doubt clouding their eyes for a moment before they steeled themselves against it. Joining hands to give each other comfort, they waited for what was to come next.

The tops of the large palm trees bent westward by the force of the wind breaking off palm fronds and sending them sailing out toward the water. Several loose objects followed, twigs, an empty bird nest, small seashells became projectiles that the group had to dodge.

Alice squinted, trying hard to see the land around her in the dim light. Despite the night-like setting, she was sure that it was mid afternoon. A quick look at her glow in the dark watch, confirmed that it was about two o'clock p.m. Goosebumps broke out on her arms as the wailing sound got louder, the place that had served as refuge for them all felt like a scene from a horror movie. She scooted closer to her friends, jumping slightly when a strong hand squeezed hers. She smiled sheepishly at Randall when she found the hand to be his. He smiled back, turning expectantly to look at Robert for further instruction.

"We must make sure they know we are all here," Robert said pointing to the sky and across the water to a neighboring island that Finola was sure had not been there when they left the last time. Large figures moved restlessly back and forth and even though they couldn't see their faces, she knew they were being studied closely.

Facing whatever was out there to announce their presence to, the small band of fighters raised their hands and let her rip, so to speak. Sparks flew out of Randall's hands and made contact with three large forms, the current arcing from one creature to the next causing a loud shrieking followed by the smell of burnt flesh. As the burnt flesh smell mingled with the sulfur it created quite an interesting and nauseating odor, causing quite a bit of dry heaving but thankfully no-one tossed their cookies, Finola was pleased to note.

For the first time in years, Randall did not experience a nasty after shock, so he continued to unleash his powers on the shadowy figures across the way. While he was occupied zapping the competition, Eric sent out waves of sound that intensified the movement of the waves, reversing the current so that the water rippled up and pushed against the shore of the other island. He smiled as he saw the high white caps slap onto the beach knocking down several of the figures on shore. While he was doing this, he also managed to silence the annoying wailing sound, giving them a blessed silence. Alice murmured a quick thank you before zapping out of view to travel to the far shore.

She emerged behind the enemy trying to get a look at what they were facing. In front of her stood thirty of those big creatures they had faced once before, Ornose, they were called; members of Braccus' elite guard. Large bloated beings with black flesh, four arms, and many eyes in their heads, they fought to kill, the only thing they feared was their leader. The element of surprise was the only thing that helped their group in the last battle. Hoping to repeat that advantage, she moved quietly behind the row of enemy soldiers, taking note of everything around her. Still in invisible mode, Alice watched as they trod the beach, throwing clods of dirt and sand into the air. Snorting like restless horses, they beat the ground with thick wooden clubs, all the while three sets of red eyes scanned the shore of Olie's island. The burned bodies of the fallen beasts were kicked aside or thrown into the water to make room for others, large carcasses hitting the crashing surf with a dull thud before being carried out to sea. Making themselves visible seemed to be their only purpose at this time, it was as if they were waiting for something to happen. Which it soon did; across the expanse of water, she could see Franklin create a large fireball. The fiery orb rose slowly into the air, creating artificial sunlight with its brilliance. It increased in speed as it floated skyward, and slanted off to hurl itself toward this very shore. Alice watched its flight with pride, that should take down a lot of these brutes.

Then she heard it, a sound that normally would have lightened her heart and brought a smile to her face; now it only made her want to cry out in denial. Laughter rang out in the air behind her, loud enough to be heard even above the crashing waves and other sounds of battle. It was the most terrifying sound she had ever heard for it was the laughter of children at play.

Turning to see what she hoped was not there; Alice's worst fears were realized, twenty children stood behind her. The first child she saw was a boy about six years of age with curly brown hair and startling black eyes; small and stocky, he had pale white cheeks, was dressed in faded blue jeans and a patched blue shirt. What struck her the most about this boy, aside from the fact that he was here with the Ornose, was the scowl on his face; laughter was bubbling from lips twisted in a pained grimace. Despite the constant chuckling, he looked as if he wanted to cry or scream. His eyes had a blank, unfocused look to them that was repeated in the eyes of the other children that stood around him. The children varied in age from six to sixteen , all dressed in homemade clothing like the villagers she had encountered in her travels here. These must be the children taken by Braccus' people in the raids. Why were they here, what was wrong with them and what was so darned funny about this whole sick situation.

Looking closely, she noticed that each child held something that could be used as a weapon, a thick stick, a piece of metal, one even carried a long slender fork with sharpened tips. As she watched in disbelief, a Garren with gangly limbs appeared behind the group and herded them toward the line of Ornose. The children followed without resistance, their young faces raised upward illuminated by the balls of fire hurtling down from the sky.

No Franklin, her mind screamed out to her friend as she raised a protective shield to cover the zombie like captives. The flaming projectiles hit hard, bouncing upward again to land on two of the Ornose immediately in front of them. The large lumbering anomalies ignited in a matter of seconds, stumbling and shrieking blindly into the sea, their screams being quickly swallowed up by death. The remaining flame bombs hit the sand to sit there and crackle merrily, highlighting the darkness of the air. Trees fell like dominoes, their smoldering branches spreading, snapping off to fall against the next in a cascading inferno.

The Garren whipped his head around to see the source of power that had saved the children. The pasty faced fiend was sending out mental feelers to detect her energy. Franklin's frantic what's wrong went unanswered; she dared not send a message to her friends now, to do so would be like flashing a big 'here I am sign' to them. The Garren prodded the filmy barrier around the children with his arm, his cold gray eyes searching the area for a sign of the intruder. Alice fell back as his gaze moved in her direction, her breath caught in her throat as he paused and continued to look thoughtfully at her little section of sandy ground before moving on to scan the rest of the beach. A river of sweat ran down her face to her neck mixing with salty tears as she watched the children try to move beyond her invisible bubble to join the black monsters that ruthlessly walked all over the dead bodies of their own kind, blood and guts swishing between their clubbed feet to smear on the sand. Alice felt her resolve weaken watching the unbelievable scene unfolding in front of her.

She stood, frozen, unsure of what to do next. She didn't want to release the shield and risk the safety of the children but she wasn't sure how long she could stay here and keep this up. The Garren wasn't a stupid creature, he would do his best to find her and she got the impression that he wouldn't hesitate to use the children to get to her. Her heart dropped to her feet, when with an eerie grin, the gaunt figure bent toward the shield and beckoned to the brown haired boy. The youngster shuffled over to the Garren, only to stop short when he bumped into the barrier. With a flick of his finger, the evil man worked the boy's arms like he was controlling a puppet causing him to bring the sharply pointed stick in his hand up to his own throat.

"No!" Alice screamed, releasing the barrier and lunging for the boy. The Garren moved quickly, reaching his long arms out to pull her toward him. She felt his boney fingers dig into her arm, tearing at her shirt and scraping at the skin underneath. His cruel grin widened as he tugged her closer, so intent on capturing her that he failed to notice the large tree root snaking along the ground behind him. He fell to the ground, losing his grip on her, a satisfied grin still on his face as the gnarly growth wrapped around his legs and dragged him back into the thick forest. She saw his body rise up once when the root picked up his body and slammed it into the ground. This was all she wanted to see. As fireballs continued to hit the line of Ornose in front of them, Alice stood in the middle of the group of children and transported them all back to Olie's island.

The children landed in the sand around her scrambling to their feet quickly with evil little smiles on their faces and quickly turned on her, their makeshift weapons raised as if programmed to do so. With seconds to register this new situation, Alice flickered out of view to reappear next to her friends along the tree line. Not wanting her group to be harmed by this new threat she had unknowingly brought to them, she drew a protective shield around them and advised them of the situation they now faced.

Finola watched in fascinated horror as the children slashed at the invisible wall with clubs and spears. Her eyes wide as saucers, she realized that she knew some of these kids. Rebecca Flanders, a girl she had gone to class with in the village of Harthy, slashed wildly at the air in front of Eric's face with a pair of pruning shears. Long golden curls bobbed on her head as she tried to break through to the boy, she shivered as she noted the ferocity of the attack. If it hadn't been for Alice's power, Eric would be dead. Next to Rebecca stood Chance Fremont, he was punching at the air in front of Finola with a sharpened ice pick. Both Rebecca and Chance had the same slack mouth, glassy eyed look that all the children shared and seemed determined to kill the people in front of them. Alice's face flushed as it suddenly occurred to her that this had been part of the enemy's plan. She had thought only of rescuing the children but in doing so, she had brought danger right to Olie's door.

Sunday, March 31, 2013

Happy Easter

It's all about renewal and rejoycing- pass it on.

Wednesday, March 20, 2013

Book 4- Transporting to a small island

Franklin, Finola, Randall and Eric stood together, their four bodies barely fit on a small patch of grassy land that stood out like a zit in the middle of the ocean. The wavering amber light had dumped them here, growing smaller and smaller in a matter of minutes, finally snapping shut with a popping sound that made them jump. Roughly twelve feet by twelve feet, the island, actually it wasn’t even big enough to qualify as an island, looked dismally small in comparison to the vast expanse of water around it ; its unwilling transplants stood, too stunned to speak for a moment, a moment that ended soon enough.


“Why did we leave,” Randall yelled as he turned to face Franklin, not caring at the moment that they had been transported to this strange place; that was becoming an every day occurance lately. He advanced toward Franklin, forcing the younger man to the island’s edge. Water sloshed onto Franklin’s shoes, his feet sliding down a narrow strip of pebble strewn sand before he recovered and leaned back inward to face the red haired man in front of him.

“You heard what he said,” Franklin yelled back. “Olie said that Sara had to die to finish this whole thing. They want to sacrifice her to get rid of Braccus, I am not about to let that happen to her. I knew something wasn’t right today. They were so secretive, trying to get us to move apart, not telling us what they were really up to. You felt it too didn’t you,” He asked with his hands raised, shoulders shrugged as he gestured questioningly to his three companions, trying to convince himself as well as them that he had done the right thing.

“I heard,” Randall answered. “But. I don’t think they were going to kill her. Maybe he meant something else, but now we’ll never know, will we? You don’t really think they would give her up to Braccus do you; if so, you are less loyal than I gave you credit for. We only have that rambling warning sent to you by this Thomas, are you sure he knew what he was talking about? ” He paused to stare at Franklin expectantly, whose complexion paled at this comment and he wasn’t able to maintain eye contact; his gaze straying to the ground at his feet.

“You’re right,” He murmured softly, his eyes raised to reveal a bewildered expression. “What was I thinking? It’s just that Thomas sounded so convincing; he was so sure that they were going to do something to Sara. It was Thomas, I am sure of it. Wasn’t it Finola? I just don’t understand what this all means.” The consequence of his hasty action suddenly hit him and he felt sick to his stomach. Thomas message had been so erratic, maybe they hadn’t gotten it all right, maybe he had lost the battle with Braccus and had given into the evil side he had mentioned; no, it couldn’t be possible. He had been in a lot of pain, maybe he wasn’t thinking straight, there had to be some kind of logical explanation for this.

“We should have stayed and listened to what they had to say. As it is, we have no clue what we are supposed to do next. Alice’s missing and so are Sara and her circle-mates. Now we are told that we are supposed to find two more people, not one to complete our circle, I never felt that at all, did you Eric?”

“No I didn’t, but Olie said it too, so I’m guessing it must be right. There was something strange going on. I mean, I find it kinda hard to believe that you two would turn on the Keepers like that, leaving before Olie could finish his sentence. I thought you knew them really well.” Eric was forced to sit down suddenly as the heat from the sun began to affect his sensitive skin; without Alice’s shields to protect him, he was quite vulnerable to its damaging rays; he didn’t feel so well right now. Hot, humid weather dinky little island exposed as it was to the full heat of the day and nothing but miles and miles of endless blue ocean equaled torture for his pale skin. Despite all that had just happened, he hadn’t been outside his cave long enough to build up an immunity to the outside elements.

Finola let out a startled cry as she fell to her knee beside the pale boy. Raising her arms up, she summoned a small palm tree, which took up even more of the already limited land mass; they were forced to crowd around the tree to stay away from the water. Touching his face, she soothed the sunburn and looked anxiously up at Franklin.

“Why did we leave anyway? I know what I felt when we were in the room with them; for some reason I didn’t trust them. I was reading something negative into everything they did, now I wish we had stayed because I’m not really sure what happened. Not sure why Thomas said what he did, he couldn’t have meant it, maybe we misunderstood him.” She shook her head as she recalled his urgent message. “After that, I was looking in to the eyes of men that I would have trusted my life with one minute and fearing they would kill me the next. I was just so sure that they were plotting against us, ready to put us out into the field and let us fight while they ran away. But that can’t be right, can it?” She asked, wanting someone to offer her certainty when there wasn’t any left.

The hurt expression on Olie’s face haunted her, she couldn’t believe things had happened the way they had. Then when he said that Sara must die in order to see this thing through, she had picked up an image of an exit from somewhere and then it was just there behind them. The next thing she knew, Franklin was throwing up a wall of fire and urging them through the portal. She was so sure that they had been doing the right thing by leaving, but now she was afraid that they had done something incredibly stupid. The Keepers were protectors of all that was right and good and they were merely students; students that had suddenly turned against their teachers. What a mess this was; how where they ever going to get back to Olie’s island now?

Tuesday, March 12, 2013

Paranoia

I have been hard at work on my 6th book and the entire time I was at the computer today I’ve had the strangest feeling I was being watched……




So I decided to take a break and move into another room, hoping I was just tired. But I couldn’t seem to shake the feeling that I was still being closely watched…..



Okay, so I went ahead and called it a night. Went to take a shower because I was getting more than a little bit freaked out, and still felt myself being closely scrutinized……



Maybe I’m paranoid…….