The A to Z is over and
it's time to return to regular posts.
Today, we have a visit from Sheila,
our resident murderous!
Enjoy!
But first!
Congratulations
you've won the drawing for a copy of my
Murder Trilogy
YOU'RE
INVITED
Sheila cut her trip to the beach short. Her mother had called
with distressing news. She'd decided to
get married again. Barely a year after the death of her last husband, she'd
fallen head over heels in love with Dewy Brewster. Dewy was a man that lived
off any woman foolish enough to fall for his bullshit, and Darla was just that
woman.
Sheila couldn't allow this subhuman to steal another dollar
of her mother's fortune. She convinced her mother to have a June wedding. An
elaborate affair was in the planning stages,
and the mood was celebratory. During this time, Sheila became an expert in the
habits of Mr. Brewster. She knew all his secrets, but the one she found most
interesting was the girlfriend he visited daily.
Each morning he would awaken next to Darla, then dress in a suit and tie for a job he didn't have. He'd leave the clueless Darla for his day at the office. The work he attended to daily was lazing around with Jemma Newbody, a stripper from the most popular Nightclub in New Jersey.
Each morning he would awaken next to Darla, then dress in a suit and tie for a job he didn't have. He'd leave the clueless Darla for his day at the office. The work he attended to daily was lazing around with Jemma Newbody, a stripper from the most popular Nightclub in New Jersey.
This allowed Sheila to poison the eggs they would use that
morning for breakfast with strychnine. A sweetly
written suicide note, forged by Sheila for the lovely Jemma outlined her
reluctance to allow the man she loved to marry another woman.
They would die together, and they did, quite brutally.
They would die together, and they did, quite brutally.
Darla was brokenhearted, of course, but Sheila was relieved
to have rid her family of the suave moneygrubber Dewy.
Strychnine poisoning
produces some of the most dramatic and painful symptoms of any known toxic
reaction.
Read the
other excerpts of
Sheila's
Murderous Mind
Just click
on the title!
Remember
folks - this is all fiction -
an exercise
of the imagination!
I'd love to
hear from you.
Please
leave a comment.
Geez, don't mess with Sheila!!!
ReplyDelete@Kathleen01930
Kathleen Valentine's Blog
Hi, Kathleen, all in fun! :)
DeleteWell that was one way of doing it I suppose. Certainly put the kibosh on the wedding.
ReplyDeleteLOL, it certainly did! Hi, Jo!
DeleteYea! I won. And I don't ever want to be murdered by way of poison. That has to be the most excruciating way to go. I used to think drowning would be the worst, but I've changed my mind.
ReplyDeleteHey, Melissa, I didn't forget about you. Yes, you've won. Been doing anything but computer related work. :)
DeleteLet me know the version, Kindle or EPub, and I'll send them along.
Congratulations!
Howdy, YOLANDA! ~
ReplyDeleteI just wanted to stop by and thank you for submitting a vote on my latest 'BATTLE OF THE BANDS' contest. Always happy to receive a surprise visit/vote, and the more, the merrier. So, feel free to put in your two cents any time.
Hmmm.... For the life of me, I can't figure out why, since the moment I arrived at this blog of yours, I've had this one song by The Doors invading my mind. 'L.A. WOMAN'... and I keep hearing that line "Motel, money, murder, madness".
What could possibly have brought this on?
[;o)}
[I dig that line. I even used it as the title for a blog bit once upon a time ago.]
~ D-FensDogG
'Loyal American Underground'