A. Medlin

  Hello, and welcome to my third blog hop contribution! Thanks for reading if you do <3 ----- “Remember, twenty years. Twenty years, and I come and collect my dues.” With that, the crossroads demon was gone, leaving Diana alone on the dusty, country road she’d stumbled onto. It seemed so much like a dream that she ended up writing the whole thing off.   Twenty years later, Diana Rothbert was a household name. Her image flew on banners, was stuck to the sides of buildings, was featured across commercials on skincare to military spending. She was on her way to the presidency. But when the demon showed up, Diana wanted to buy herself more time. “What if…what if I could promise you something?” she asked. The demon was intrigued. “What could you possibly promise me?” Diana thought hard. “Let me win the presidency. I can promise you as many souls as you’d ever want.” The demon laughed. “With your platform?” Diana winced. Despite her deal with the devil, her platform...

  CW: danger, zombies, blood, animals in danger, guns . . . . . At around the middle hour, when the world outside was sleepy and far quieter now than either dog ever remembered, sudden clap-bangs echoed from just a few streets away. Benji’s and Indigo’s heads snapped up from their rest, hackles electrified. For several moments, the night fell silent once again. Benji nodded his tired head towards the back door, and together they exited slowly through the dog door into the brisk air outside. “Why are we out here?” Indigo asked, her thought-voice trailing into Benji’s head as the older dog aimed his age-greyed sniffer to the sky. “Let’s just… stay out here for now, by the trees.” His tail was unmoving, floppy ears perked to any movement and scampering sound around them. Indigo furrowed her tan brows, but nodded, following the elder. But after only a few moments of laying under the lemon tree, the dogs heard a soft, tapping, scurrying-like noise coming up from somewhere around the fr...

 Hello, and welcome to my second blog hop contribution! Thanks for reading if you do <3 ----- Lawrence had been working all day when the last body was dropped off. He sighed, watching from a few yards away as the delivery men headed inside the only building on the grounds, then continued digging the grave he was already digging until the truck left. That just left him, and three more graves to dig before the bodies came back to life. Hours wore on until night overtook the sky. Lawrence finished up on grave number three with about five hours to spare. He’d be cutting it close, but he’d have the last body buried before the sun rose. It was hard work, but Lawrence knew it was necessary work to keep the town safe. And thankfully, due to the diligence of Lawrence’s family, there hadn’t been any incidents in over fifty years. Lawrence chuckled at himself as he worked, thinking about the story his father told about the incident, that it was all over a broken shovel. As a boy, Lawre...

     Generally speaking, I get a lot of the inspiration for my writing from the world around us. I'm a pretty outdoorsy person, so when I have the opportunity to be in nature, I like to take pictures so I can use them for scenes in my books.     My partner and I went on a hike today, and there are the pictures we took. I'll most likely be using a lot of the meadow-y pics for faerie realm references in my romantasy novel, Fallon , but I think they can be used for a lot of different stories. Dog Down, for instance, takes place outside quite a bit, and if my characters travel through any woodsy areas (which they certainly will) then these pictures will be useful for that too.     In any case, I thought you'd all enjoy these pictures as well. Please feel free to use them for your own story references!

CW: danger, zombies, blood, guns . . . . . It didn’t take long for the other lumbering, strange-smelling humans to start running towards them too, and as Indigo looked to Mira for guidance, she could see tears welling at the corners of the human’s eyes. Suddenly, Mira stopped, backtracking a few steps as she came up to a building with bars across the front. She turned down the alley next to the building, and the dogs were right behind her as she found a door off to the side of said building. Indigo watched Mira tug on the door, but it didn’t budge, causing the human to scream in what the dog could only assume was frustration. Indigo watched Mira aim the object in her hands at the door then, shaking as the sounds of the strange humans grew closer, before the object clicked again. Indigo was sure she’d never heard such a noise in all her life. She’d heard similar sounds during the Loud Night, but they had been far, far away, adding to the dreaded ambiance of the unknown her and Benji had...

❗️❗️LIKE ZOMBIES AND DOGS?? READ BELOW❗️❗️ . . . . . Hello lovelies! Some exciting news below, (approx 2-4 min read): Like post-apocalyptic media? Like zombies? Like dogs?? Then read on!! I am starting work on a new writing project called Dog Down, a novel I hope to serialize online for you lovelies very soon. It's currently a WIP, with the first outline done, along with the first two chapters. The premise is as follows: . . . Indigo has led a comfy life as a family dog. She gets to sleep where she wants, eat table scraps every evening as a treat, and play fetch in the backyard with her adoptive brother each afternoon at 2pm sharp. Everything is peaceful, everything follows the same daily routine. Then one day, Indigo's family doesn't come home. In an event the animals come to call the Loud Night, the familiar routine Indigo relishes in is shattered in a confusing evening of noise, shouting, and the smell of death. But Indigo's love for her family, and her loyalty to he...