The holidays are at it again! They demand writing. They'll steal my bonus if you don't comply. Help me!
I always wondered what happened to the characters in the books when I returned them so neatly to their shelves. I always dreamed about them long after reading their words. Soon it became too much. It invaded my every thought. Kept me from writing, sleeping, reading. I just had to know. I set a book... Continue Reading →
The ruins of the sanctuary have long been past down through the generations. Some speak of a place people would worship God. An entity that created all. Others speak of a magnificent home that housed a single lonely family. The legends were myths, so some would claim. While others would swear to have seen it... Continue Reading →
The night the moon fell, I was taking a late night stroll in a large field with my beloved. The air was soft, the temperature was perfect. The lighting was just right. After a long day, it was just what we needed. Conversation was absent but the silence welcome. With our hands entwined, we strolled... Continue Reading →
This is a text I recieved from a young girl (12 years old) about the Incarnate series. It makes me smile to know that something I've written can have this effect on someone. This one was while she was reading the last book in the series. Denouement. (Not yet released) Your Beloved Author, Sandra Easter
For years I heard voices in my head. I ignored them as best I could when I figured out no one else could hear them. At first, that was okay. But then they began to get louder. Demanding. Bordering on homicidal. I tried prescription drugs I bought off junkies. Mind-altering drugs. They only made things... Continue Reading →
Rock spent his existence immobile, silent, alone. Company came and went in the form of insects, animals, squatters taking up temporary residence in his caves. The Sky kept him cool with her sad tears of never being able to be with Earth. The Earth kept him growing with his goal of reaching towards the Sky's... Continue Reading →
His nightmares haunted him, not only in his sleep, but in his waking hours as well. Horrible images of death, bloody weapons, and demons. They plagued him so extensively that these very images would take the place of average people he'd encounter everyday. When he was younger, it would cause him to throw screaming fits... Continue Reading →