First, I’d like to apologise for the lack of updates. I’ve been trying to juggle a lot of different writing projects at once. Currently, I’m trying to complete two stories for two separate Inkitt contests in addition to the main project, my novella. I hope to have the story for the first contest, “Who’s Under the Hood?” done by tomorrow afternoon, with the end of the weekend being the very latest.
The story itself falls under the category of paranormal mystery, and follows off-beat investigator Caden as he follows his own… unique leads across the city of Boston, trying to link seemingly unrelated crimes with a single tentative link: all of the perpetrators were seen committing the crimes wearing a black hoodie. Could it be simple coincidence? Or is there something more sinister hiding beneath the surface?
Here’s a quick excerpt:
The bright young man in his late twenties retrieved a pack of Camels from his left trenchcoat pocket and nimbly squeezed a single cigarette from it with his teeth. With a snap he reached for the red Bic in his right pocket, and just as soon as he did, he felt a tap on his shoulder.
“Hey. No smoking in here,” Scarlett said with a smile.
Caden snapped the cigarette from his mouth and let it fall to the floor.
“You guys are no fun,” Caden proclaimed as he walked out the door, throwing out a sassy thumbs up gesture in defiance as he did.
The second story will be science fiction, so look forward to that if you like spaceships and existential crises.