Peak at my Writing

Hey guys!

It’s been a while, but I decided to give you guys a little sample of my writing! Here is my most recent and polished first chapter of THE THING IN THE WIND, my horror novel I have been querying. Hope you guys enjoy it, and if you do, please like and comment, thank you so much ūüôā




Playing with fire always ends with a price.

Becca set up black candles in a circle on¬†Rosaleen¬†and Shae’s dorm floor. She lit each one, creating blue flames. Shae watched, studying the flames waving in the air and sharply, panic filled inside her.¬†The second Becca got up and turned off the lights, that was it. Shae had left.

Shae could feel it ending in fire. She disliked the darkness: spells, ghost hunting, Ouija boards, anything seeking the other sides. But on the other hand, those type of things were¬†Rosaleen¬†and Becca’s enjoyment. Doing things which included the darkness, gave the two of them a weird,¬†pleasurable thrill. They had gone ghost hunting and played with Ouija boards during sleepovers all throughout their younger days, and they waited for something to happen, but nothing odd ever did. Now a spell? Neither of them had ever done¬†it, even though witchcraft interested them massively.

Becca noticed Shae¬†leave¬†and said, “Looks like you won’t need your little nerd toy, Rose. When you laid that bomb on me before, you made me totally forget about this . . . If you do this, you won’t need her¬†as a cover up. So, you can ditch the little rat now.”

Rosaleen¬†thought back to earlier.¬†The smile Shae had had on her face when she agreed to go, was filled with so much excitement,¬†Rosaleen¬†couldn’t. “She’s still coming. What if this doesn’t work?”

Becca clamped her hands together and tilted her head to¬†the¬†side. “What? Is Rosaleen becoming a nerd again? Ditch her.”

Rosaleen¬†clenched her jaw. “Okay, if I ditch her, then you can go to this damn carnival yourself, how about that?” She sat down on the floor, ignoring Becca.

Steam rose in Becca‚Äôs¬†cheeks, she¬†smirked¬†then sat down next to¬†Rosaleen¬†and placed the book on her lap. As¬†Rosaleen¬†gazed at the book resting on Becca’s lap, she wasn’t sure if she could go through with this. The book was tilted,¬†Tome of Summoning Spells.¬† It looked ancient like it had been around for centuries. It was bound in leather, and the pages were worm-eaten, and stained yellowish brown, the edges ripped and torn. Her heart sped up with worry.

Rosaleen¬†nor Becca were experts on spells. What had possessed Becca to think she was some type of head witch? This type of act was what young teenagers do. Stupid and reckless. This year¬†Rosaleen¬†and Becca had just turned nineteen. They were adults, but neither of them felt like¬†adults.¬†Rosaleen¬†had no clue what she was doing here at college. Her heart still resembled¬†one of¬†a child’s. Any responsibility she wasn’t sure how to handle, she wished she could call up both of her parents and receive the answer, but now, her father was the only one. But dads don’t have every answer, and sometimes a girl needs their mother.

Rosaleen was doing everything on her own here: laundry, cleaning, cooking, and making phone calls. She was doing adult things, nonetheless, inside of her was clueless. No matter how old we are, nobody really knows what the hell we’re doing. The child we once were, never burns out.

But Becca was an actual child. She didn’t have that switch adults have. She couldn’t turn off the button¬†(immaturity)¬†whenever something adult came along. And here, as the two of them were sitting in the dark, surrounded by flaming candles with a dark,¬†spooky spell book on Becca’s lap,¬†Rosaleen’s¬†brain¬†was the only one who could¬†comprehend how this was out of their league.

Rosaleen¬†fought those thoughts aside and teased, “Where the hell did you get that? It looks like you got it from¬†Salem.”

Becca touched the spine of the book, feeling how much age had made it¬†timeworn. “I bought it downtown, at that shop that sells sage and witch stuff.”

With disbelief,¬†Rosaleen‚Äôs¬†eyebrows¬†flickered. “Why‚Äôd¬†ya¬†go all the way there?”

Becca cocked her head toward¬†Rosaleen. “I quickly went before I came here. I even took the bus-”

“Wow, Becca took the bus,”¬†Rosaleen¬†joshed.

“Shut up! Remember, I¬†don‚Äôt have a¬†license. And anyway, I couldn’t get Devon to take me. He would’ve thought I was nuts.”

“It’s okay.”¬†Rosaleen¬†smiled. “Now, I know what took you so long.”

Becca nodded and continued. “I could tell how much you needed this. You’re not the¬†greatest¬†flirt-”

Rosaleen’s¬†face turned beat¬†red. “Hey!”

Becca chuckled. “So, I know how much you like Jack . . . and I invited you in the first place.” She wouldn’t look¬†Rosaleen¬†directly in the eyes. “I owe you.”

Rosaleen¬†quickly fell in awe. She couldn’t believe Becca thought about someone other than herself. Becca had never done many things for¬†Rosaleen. She had given her birthday gifts, Christmas gifts, but she never¬†did¬†something out of kindness;¬†Rosaleen¬†was always the one who did.¬†Rosaleen¬†smiled wide, her face crinkling with unexpected happiness. “So, you think this spell‚Äôs going to work? Either of us has studied witchcraft,¬†ya¬†know?”

Becca¬†answered¬†with confidence,¬†“I’ve always wanted to. It can’t be hard. I know what I’m doing.”

Rosaleen shrugged.

“Anyway, maybe this will give you the confidence to realize how hot you really are.” Becca nudged¬†Rosaleen,¬†flicking¬†her eyebrows up and down.

Rosaleen¬†looked away, feeling that heat rising¬†again¬†in¬†her cheeks.¬†Rosaleen¬†had great cheekbones, a big chest, and lovely red hair. Becca had always been jealous of¬†Rosaleen¬†since the moment they met¬†in middle school. She felt insecure around her but never shown it. She had even wanted to dye her hair the same shade of red¬†Rosaleen¬†had, though she didn’t want to be known as a copier. Becca thought¬†Rosaleen¬†was a dime, but in¬†Rosaleen’s¬†mind, a dime was not what she was. On the other hand, Becca was no dime. Her face was too round and plain, and her breasts were small and oddly shaped. She had pretty hazel eyes, and her hair was straight, slick, and as black as¬†a starless sky. It was her I don’t give a damn attitude, playfulness, and outspokenness she used to win guys‚Äô¬†attention.

Becca opened up the book. Quickly, a swarm of dust clung to the air. Becca coughed as some of it went straight into her lungs. Dust ran¬†up¬†into¬†Rosaleen’s¬†nose, tickling it,¬†and she blew it out.

“Wow, this thing really is ancient,”¬†Rosaleen¬†said,¬†coughing.

“Yeah, isn’t it amazing?” Becca awed, eyeing the pages¬†astonished.

Now Becca began skimming through it. A chill crawled up¬†Rosaleen’s¬†spine as she saw it was all written in a different language. A language she had never seen before. Symbols were printed after some of the letters, giving the language a¬†much darker tone.

“It’s¬†not¬†written in¬†English. How are we going to be able to do this?”¬†Rosaleen¬†asked bewildered.

“Don’t worry, the hot guy who sold it to me told me the language.”

“Hot guy, Becca? What about Devon?”

Becca sighed, “I can still think other guys are hot, whether I have a boyfriend or not¬†. . . He really was.¬†He¬†had dark sexy¬†hair and you know how much I love that . . . and underneath his¬†clear¬†shirt he was wearing I could see a bunch of tattoos he was trying to hide.”

Rosaleen¬†rolled her eyes and then gave Becca a playful smile. “But I still don’t understand, what if we say the words incorrectly?”

Becca ignored her, gasped with excitement, and stopped on a page. “This is it!”

Narrowing her eyes,¬†Rosaleen¬†examined the page.¬†Rosaleen’s¬†eyes began to water. Within the light the candle lights were given, it looked as if¬†dark figures¬†were moving¬†and dancing¬†on the page.¬†Rosaleen¬†blinked and then they were gone. She swallowed and asked, “How do you know that’s the right one?”

“The hot guy told me.”

Rosaleen rolled her eyes again.

Becca went on. “I told¬†him,¬†I’m looking for a spell to make someone fall in love¬†. . .¬†it’s for a friend.”

“I’m sure he looked at you like you were crazy.”

“Nah, you should see that store. It’s filled with way weirder stuff than that. But whatever, I think he liked me anyway . . . So, he showed me this book and this exact page.”

“Okaaay,”¬†Rosaleen¬†dragged out, “but this doesn’t solve us pronouncing the words in the spell correctly.”

“The hot guy-”

Rosaleen¬†interrupted, “I get it,¬†Becca! He’s hot!”

Becca laughed and then said, “He gave me this website to go on, so I went on it on my phone,¬†and it filled me with chills. Good chills, though . . . So, I¬†listened¬†to the translation and tried pronouncing it in my head on the bus back home, and it sounded pretty awesome.” Becca grinned.

Rosaleen¬†breathed uneasily. Becca noticed¬†and¬†placed her palm on top of¬†Rosaleen’s¬†hand.¬†“Just trust me, Rose.”

Rosaleen¬†felt heat rising off Becca’s palm, warming her. She was silent for a bit¬†before she¬†nodded and put her trust in the one¬†person,¬†she thought she could with her entire life.


“Okay, Rose, give me your hand,” Becca instructed.

“What?”¬†Rosaleen¬†asked confused.

“Just give me your hand!” Becca groaned.

Rosaleen¬†hesitated. Becca grabbed¬†Rosaleen’s¬†hand without her say, and immediately¬†Rosaleen¬†could feel a sharp pain erupting through her forefinger. Becca had cut it with a small knife.¬†Rosaleen¬†screamed out as blood oozed out, dripping to the base of her forefinger.

Rosaleen¬†pulled her hand away, shouting, “What that hell! Why‚Äôd you do that!”¬†Where the hell did that knife even come from,¬†Rosaleen¬†thought, and she wasn’t surprised Becca had¬†even had¬†one.

“It needs to be done, ” Becca spoke with no emotion.¬†Then, Becca did the same. She cut the top of her forefinger, and as blood ran down her finger,¬†Rosaleen¬†could see no pain upon her face. No scream. It looked as if she was enjoying it.¬†Rosaleen¬†got up and started to look¬†in the dark¬†for something to stop the bleeding up till Becca shouted, “No, don’t do that! It needs your blood! Bring it over here!”

Fear shot down¬†Rosaleen’s¬†spine.¬†Blood? Why does it need blood? Adding blood makes it¬†seem¬†like black magic. “Why?”¬†Rosaleen¬†asked.

“The guy told me we needed to do this, as well as the candles.” Becca lied about the cutting. “Okay, now pour some on the spell,” she ordered.


Becca shouted louder, “Just do it!”

Rosaleen’s¬†inner¬†consciousness was trying to speak¬†out, telling her this was not right, but Becca’s domineering ways got¬†Rosaleen¬†to listen to Becca instead.¬†Rosaleen¬†poured¬†her blood on the spell.

“Don’t let it touch the letters, though,” Becca ordered, sharply.

Rosaleen¬†dripped a small amount of her blood at the bottom of the page. Becca did the same, and now their blood attached together like chains. As the both of them were bandaging their fingers, the worry in¬†Rosaleen’s¬†throat worsened. This was blood to blood. “Is this all in the spell?”¬†Rosaleen¬†asked.

“Yeah, it says we needed to do that.‚Ä̬†Becca’s voice wobbled this time¬†as she spoke.

“I know you’re lying!”¬†Rosaleen¬†yelled.

Becca hissed, “Okay, I am! Why does it matter!”

Rosaleen¬†shifted away from Becca¬†and didn‚Äôt¬†respond. Once again, Becca had dominated¬†Rosaleen.¬†Still,¬†Rosaleen¬†hadn’t found¬†the¬†courage. And this side of Becca was utterly satanic.

Becca lowered her voice. “This is definitely¬†gonna¬†make it work. In¬†the movies and stuff,¬†they always add their blood.”

Rosaleen stayed quiet.

Becca straightened her back¬†and¬†sat up straight.¬†“Time to begin.”


Rosaleen¬†and Becca held hands as they set out to begin. The room danced with absolute silence. The candles flamed in the dark room.¬†Rosaleen’s¬†pulse quickened as well as Becca’s, although Becca’s wasn’t¬†because of¬†fear it was from adrenaline.

“Just repeat after me, and then we’ll keep repeating it till we get it right,” Becca ordered.

Rosaleen¬†nodded, agreeing on command, and grabbed Becca’s hand tighter. They breathed in deeply, their mouths opened, and then they began.

The words they spoke were a strange foreign calligraphy that wasn’t familiar to known human languages with what seemed to be a mix of hieroglyphs that showed rudimentary details of familiar things like people, but with odd wings, tails, and even horns attached to their heads. A bad tasted filled their mouths¬†once¬†they shouted it out the first time. They ignored the strong taste staying on their tongues and went on for the second time.

They repeated the spell over and over again until Rosaleen got the hang of it. And by the fourth time, their hearts were hammering rapidly against their chest, freezing air bristling against their skin. Rosaleen no longer felt this was wrong. She no longer felt this could be dark. She felt that amazing adrenaline Becca had felt from the very beginning. It was like a wave of power tilted over her, giving her this confidence, she never thought she could have. She was the magic. She was Becca. And as they chanted out the last verse for as long and as hard as they could the spell finally came to its end.

Rosaleen¬†and Becca sat still for a moment, catching their breaths, lowering down their¬†excited pulses. They smiled at each other¬†as¬†pleasurable goosebumps¬†ran¬†down¬†their bodies. But those smiles flattened once the candles had blown out all at once¬†on their own. The room went pitch black. They couldn’t see a damn thing.

Rosaleen¬†let go of Becca’s hand, startled, and asked, “Did you do that, Becca?”

Before Becca had answered, the floor shook and shook like an earthquake. And as the two felt the floor, moving their bottoms, lifting them up, they shot up from the floor, and looked around, panicking.

“What the hell‚Äôs¬†going on?”¬†Rosaleen¬†shouted,¬†her eyes blazing with terror.

The candles flipped over. The book bounced up and down.¬†Rosaleen¬†and Becca held onto¬†Rosaleen’s¬†bed for support. And just before items¬†had fallen¬†from the wall,¬†the shaking abruptly stopped.

The two balanced themselves, silent with fear, confusion, and wonder.¬†Rosaleen, who was shaking, squinting all around in the¬†utter¬†dark, hoped it wouldn’t start up again. And in that still fearful moment, something blew through the room. An intense hot puff of air slit on their faces, heating up their skin as if they were sitting directly by a campfire, burning them for a split second until it was gone.

And what¬†Rosaleen¬†and Becca didn’t know¬†then¬†at that moment, panic-stricken to their core, something obscure attached itself to the air.


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‚̧ T. A. Nelson

I’m a writer who’s working on books and is in the query trenches, follow me on here as well as on Twitter @WriterInHorror


Hello April

It’s April, let’s welcome the new month with kindness, new beginnings, and hope.


I hope this month will bring me good opportunities and news in my writing, and I hope I will get further into the second draft of my new novel!


I hope this month is good for all my followers as well. Happy April!

‚̧ T. A. Nelson

I’m a writer who’s working on books, and is in the query trenches. Follow me on here as well as on Twitter @WriterInHorror

Update on my Writing Journey

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How are you all doing?! Hope your February has been doing alright. Anyway, I haven’t posted a blog post about my writing lately, so here it is!


I posted a query post way back in June about my start at the querying trenches and sadly, eight months later, not much luck has come from it. However, I’ve participated in a few twitter pitches throughout 2018 and I’ve gotten some luck there with a few agents liking them, yet I still haven’t found my match for representation. What I’ve learned in this very long eight month period, is that querying is overly exhausting, and it makes you feel like giving up, but finding your match will not happen over night. I am still going at it with about thirty rejections. The querying won’t stop until I know I’ve reached my limit and I know it is the end. And if that happens, I’m just going to have to move on and query later with another one of my projects.¬†I WILL FIND MY MATCH¬†and I know it’s out there!

Now apart from querying I have been working on another novel. And in fact, the very first draft has finished, and the six-week waiting period to start revisions is over and it’s revision time for the second draft. I’ve been revising and two chapters are edited and I’m on to the third! What is it about? Well, it is a horror novel because that’s the genre I write in. It is an adult coming of age, and I am really excited about it. And of course, there is a cosmic/sci-fi theme as well; I didn’t forget about that! Oooh, I just have a really good feeling about this one!

During that six-week waiting period I didn’t give up writing completely, I was working on something that might become a project some time down in the road. I wrote about 10k words of it during then, which I was surprised I had written that much. It is another horror novel with those cosmic/sci-fi sub-genres as well, but I was trying it as young adult. Right now, the project has ceased, yet I will come back to it in the future.

Well, that’s what’s been up lately with my writing! I hope you’ve enjoyed this post and I hope you give me a follow!

See you later!

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‚̧ T. A. Nelson

I’m a writer who’s working on books and is in the query trenches. Follow me on here as well as on twitter @WriterInHorror¬†