#8Sunday Weekend Writing Warriors Excerpt #50

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The Weekend Writing Warriors is an awesome site that allows writers to share their 8 to 10 sentence excerpts, published or unpublished, to the blogosphere. If you’d like to join or would like to read wonderful talent, please visit the WeWriWa website on Sunday, 5/24 http://wewriwa.blogspot.com.

I’m sharing my work-in-progress of a serial killer torturing a college campus with urban legends.

Here’s my excerpt:

…I’m not even a bad guy. I only kill with urban legends for true authentic research. After my future novel becomes a bestseller, I’ll have no reason to ever kill again. I promise. I cared for Savannah, but she had to go. When I stuffed her body in the hotel mattress, I knew there was no going back on the plan. I’m just lucky the smell didn’t disgust the hotel guests or staff. I’ve already cleaned the room and returned my key. No more hiding bodies. I want this town to be scared shitless.

That’s the end of this week’s snippet. If you’d like to read more, I’m ending this chapter and introducing what happens in the morning. Main characters, Wayne and Wilk (roommates) are introduced to you guys.

I need to see true reactions of these crazy crimes, so I can make sure my side characters in my novel act appropriately. I want this situation as realistic as possible for my readers.

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Wayne woke to a blood curdling scream. He jolted out of bed; his feet slipped on the carpet, but he caught himself before he could fall. He thought he was having a nightmare. When he saw Wilk rubbing sleep snot from his eyes, looking afraid, Wayne knew he was awake.

He asked, “Is that Elena?” 

Keep smiling,

Yawatta Hosby

#8Sunday Weekend Writing Warriors Excerpt #49

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The Weekend Writing Warriors is an awesome site that allows writers to share their 8 to 10 sentence excerpts, published or unpublished, to the blogosphere. If you’d like to join or would like to read wonderful talent, please visit the WeWriWa website on Sunday, 5/17 http://wewriwa.blogspot.com.

I’m sharing my work-in-progress of a serial killer torturing a college campus with urban legends. Last weekend I had a brain fart, thinking I added myself to the blog hop, so if you didn’t get to read the fate of Elena’s suitemate, here it is. Sorry about the brain fart!

Here’s my excerpt for this week:

…I’ll have to be an actor not to laugh at the stupidity of most people. No one will ever guess it was me. Savannah’s body stunk up the whole floor. I’m really surprised no one woke up. I was on such a high when I was in Elena’s dark room. Putting the chloroform over her face, she never had a chance to wake up. I could’ve done so many things to Elena while she was unconscious, and no one could’ve stopped me. Such a thrill!

That’s the end of this week’s snippet. If you want to continue reading, here’s the rest:

I could’ve killed Elena. I could’ve strangled her like I had Savannah. I could’ve cum inside her without her knowing, but I’d never do that. I’m not a monster.

Keep smiling,

Yawatta Hosby

#8Sunday Weekend Writing Warriors Excerpt #48

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The Weekend Writing Warriors is an awesome site that allows writers to share their 8 to 10 sentence excerpts, published or unpublished, to the blogosphere. If you’d like to join or would like to read wonderful talent, please visit the WeWriWa website on Sunday, 5/10 http://wewriwa.blogspot.com.

I’m sharing my work-in-progress of a serial killer torturing a college campus with urban legends.

Here’s my excerpt:

…“Get your shit together. Stop partying hardcore if you can’t handle your liquor. I’m tired of smelling your nasty puke all the time. Clean your got damn mess up.”

When the footsteps faded away, he smiled in relief, especially when a door slammed. Rushing, he took a container of blood out of the duffel bag. With a paintbrush, he wrote on the mirror.

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My heart skipped ten thousand beats a minute, anticipating if I’d get caught dragging my duffel bag down the hall. Just think, I’m the only one who has the video of what happened tonight. When everyone wakes up, it’ll truly be a mystery.

Keep smiling,

Yawatta Hosby

#8Sunday Weekend Writing Warriors Excerpt #47

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The Weekend Writing Warriors is an awesome site that allows writers to share their 8 to 10 sentence excerpts, published or unpublished, to the blogosphere. If you’d like to join or would like to read wonderful talent, please visit the WeWriWa website on Sunday, 5/3 http://wewriwa.blogspot.com.

I’m sharing my work-in-progress of a serial killer torturing a college campus with urban legends.

Here’s my excerpt:

Sweeney Todd heard footsteps in the suite room before he heard a door close. His heart caught in his chest as he stood still. He couldn’t believe this was happening! He never bothered to check if the bathroom door was locked! What if a suitemate entered the room?

He held his breath, afraid of making any noises. He listened to someone peeing. Someone coughed. Someone flushed. Someone pounded on the bathroom door.

Keep smiling,

Yawatta Hosby

#8Sunday Weekend Writing Warriors Excerpt #46

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The Weekend Writing Warriors is an awesome site that allows writers to share their 8 to 10 sentence excerpts, published or unpublished, to the blogosphere. If you’d like to join or would like to read wonderful talent, please visit the WeWriWa website on Sunday, 4/26 http://wewriwa.blogspot.com.

I’m sharing my work-in-progress of a serial killer torturing a college campus with urban legends.

Here’s my excerpt:

No one was safe…

Sweeney Todd hovered over Elena’s body. She looked so peaceful. He took a deep breath, upset with himself for getting distracted, then he made his way back over to the duffel bag. He slowly unzipped it. The smell of death and decay assaulted his nostrils. He held his nose, suppressing the urge to gag. 

He picked up Savannah’s bloated dead body from the bag; her body had been stuffed in there like a broken rag doll. He walked over to Savannah’s bed and lay her on top of it, then he pulled the covers over her like a sleeping bag. He made sure the covers only revealed her face.

Keep smiling,

Yawatta Hosby

#8Sunday Weekend Writing Warriors Excerpt #45

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The Weekend Writing Warriors is an awesome site that allows writers to share their 8 to 10 sentence excerpts, published or unpublished, to the blogosphere. If you’d like to join or would like to read wonderful talent, please visit the WeWriWa website on Sunday, 4/19  http://wewriwa.blogspot.com.

This week I’ll be sharing my urban legends WIP. A serial killer murders college students, one by one, based off famous urban legends.

Here’s my excerpt (for those who haven’t been reading every week–last week’s snippet had Sweeney Todd drag Savannah’s weeks-old dead body into the room and place her on the bed. This is the disgusting smell he keeps referring to in this snippet):

He wondered how she could still be asleep. The smell was atrocious. He pulled out his cell phone from the duffel bag and hit record. He set the cell on the dresser, so it could view the entire room. Then he pulled out the chloroform bottle and cloth. He held his breath, wetted the cloth, and put the cloth over Elena’s nose and mouth. She never had a chance to fight back.

He went to work fast. Sweeney Todd couldn’t afford Elena’s suitemates waking up from the disgusting smell and ruining everything. The only reason he wanted to kill anybody was for his future horror novel to become a bestseller, but if he had to kill to cover his tracks, then he wouldn’t hesitate.

Keep smiling,

Yawatta Hosby

#8Sunday Weekend Writing Warriors Excerpt #44

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The Weekend Writing Warriors is an awesome site that allows writers to share their 8 to 10 sentence excerpts, published or unpublished, to the blogosphere. If you’d like to join or would like to read wonderful talent, please visit the WeWriWa website on Sunday, 4/12 http://wewriwa.blogspot.com.

This week I’ll be sharing my urban legends WIP. A serial killer murders college students, one by one, based off famous urban legends.

Here’s my excerpt (I used creative punctuation to make the best use of my sentences):

…[Sweeney Todd] hoped no one would be lingering in the hallway because the stench would probably cause suspicion; if he was lucky, the person would faint from the disgusting smell.

He wanted to tiptoe down the hall, but the duffel bag was too heavy, causing his feet to drag on the tile floor. He was pretty sure his boots would scruff  it all up; hopefully, the janitor would do his job of waxing the floor to hide any evidence in the morning.

What seemed like hours, Sweeney Todd finally made it to his destination. His heart started beating fast; if  anyone came out of their room and recognized him, he’d be screwed. He hurriedly put his ear to the door and listened for any noises; he heard nothing.

He rushed to pull the spare key out of his pocket, unlocked the door, and went inside, leaving only a crack through the door, not wanting to risk the lights from the hallway waking up his next victim.

Once the door closed, he remained standing by it and dropped the duffel bag onto the carpet. He waited for his eyes to adjust to the dark, listening to the soft snores of his next victim.

Keep smiling,

Yawatta Hosby

 

Don’t Open the Door Is Here!!!

I’m happy to announce Don’t Open the Door: A Horror Anthology is available on Amazon. My two shorts Man Cave and Nico’s Blood (an updated version) are in the book. I was very excited when our editor Cory Tomo accepted my work. The publishing industry can be full of rejection, so it’s always nice to hear a ‘yes.’ 🙂

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A reality TV housewife finds that truth is often more disturbing than fiction. A college field trip devolves into something stomach-turning. A lonely boy finds something strange in the woods near his house.

These and even more wait for you behind the door. Step inside and discover ten of your new favorite authors of the weird and terrifying, serving you chilling stories that reveal how everything familiar and safe can hide something sinister just beneath the surface. Each of these stories will make you look twice at the places and things you take for granted every day.

If you want to feel safe, if you want to sleep soundly in your own bed tonight, then you only need to do one thing.

Don’t open the door.

The authors of Don’t Open the Door wish to help make positive change in the world, so the profits from every copy of this book will be donated to the Anxiety and Depression Association of America, in the hopes that it will help at least one person who is struggling.

CLICK TO BUY!!!

***If you check out the horror anthology, let me know what you think. Disclaimer: the editor is working on a print copy, and there’s some formatting issues in the ebook (weird spacing between words in some stories) that should be fixed soon

Keep smiling,

Yawatta Hosby

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Second Thoughts by Yawatta Hosby

Copyright Feb 2019

Apollo slammed his palm against the steering wheel. “Happy Valentine’s Day, sweetheart.”

His wife avoided eye contact by looking at the dusty dashboard, refusing to speak to him. She wrapped her arms around herself in their stuffy mini-van, the one she rode practically every day to take their two sons to indoor soccer practice.

A dim-lit street light illuminated the middle of the alley. The mini-van was parked in the shadows, lurking behind the hardware store.

Apollo asked, “Are you ignoring me?”

“I’m sorry for what I’ve done.”

Apollo glared at her. “I told you what you could do to make it up to me.”

It was frustrating to him that she still couldn’t bring her deceitful eyes to look at him, to see the pain she had caused him. His wife began crying. She wiped tears with her shirt.

Apollo grabbed her shoulders and shook her, shook some sense into her. “Don’t you dare cry over him!”

She took deep breaths, like she was afraid to move any other way. It wasn’t the first time she had seen her husband’s temper. He dared her to try and escape the mini-van.

He leaned in close to her frigid body, then he put his lips on her neck. He bit down hard. When a drop of blood slid down, he smiled. “I want you so bad,” he whispered into her ear.

“Then have me.” Her voice trembled.

Apollo backed away from her, disgust written all over his face. “All I can think is that bastard inside you…I can’t have you until we do what we gotta do.”

She winced. “Please, Apollo.”

“You don’t get to beg for forgiveness. I told you what you gotta do.”

“If I don’t?” She grabbed his arm and pleaded, “Will you give me a divorce? Split up our family?”

He glanced out the window into semi-darkness, into the empty alley, into the path of the dirty dumpster. “You wish you’d get off that easy.” He gripped the steering wheel. “It’s either him or you.”

Silence.

Apollo waited awhile for her to respond. He wanted to know what she had to say. He needed to know what she had to say. When no words never came out of her mouth, he got impatient, tapping his fingers along the dashboard. He sat up in his seat but still couldn’t bring himself to look over at his wife.

How dare she grieve over that bastard.

“Are you sure he worked tonight? You wouldn’t lie to me, would you?” he asked.

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Keep smiling,

Yawatta Hosby

My #Horror Short, Lars’s Muse, Is On the Web Today. Thanks Wicked Shorts Blog!

Hola. Do you like horror?

Do you like creepy? Do you like handsome lead singers of popular boy bands?

If you do, then head on over to the talented author’s Avrin Kelly’s blog, Wicked Shorts, and check out my short story: Lars’s Muse.

Keep smiling,

Yawatta Hosby

P.S. It’d be cool to hear what you think if you read it 🙂