A. Medlin

Hi friends! Welcome to another blog hop post, please do read the other authors who have contributed at the bottom of this post! ----- Val figured winning the county fair’s gardening exhibition for the third year in a row meant the most drama she would ever face would be her and Margaret Johnson’s courteous and not-so-friendly debates about the amount of water a Chinese marigold needed. After all, Val had always presented herself as a skilled botanist, and so none of the other gardeners in her club had any idea she was also a skilled necromancer. Val liked to keep this to herself. Toting the label of necromancer, let alone a necrobotanist, carried a certain kind of stigma. However, when Val suspected a faery was eating her petunias, she figured a bit of black magic might help. Val set her trap and hoped it would be enough to scare the faery away. Unfortunately, when she returned to her garden in the morning, and found a very chubby, dead faery lying among her trimmed and manicured...

Hi everyone! Welcome to story excerpt night! Today's excerpt is from a flash fiction piece I'm working on called Florals . Let me know if you like it so far, and if I should continue the story!! CW: supernatural, supernatural death . . . . . Val figured winning the county fair’s gardening exhibition for the third year in a row meant the most drama she would ever face would be her and Margaret Johnson’s courteous and not-so-friendly debates about the amount of water a Chinese marigold needed. After all, Val had always presented herself as a skilled botanist, and so none of the other gardeners in her club had any idea she was also a skilled necromancer. Val liked to keep this to herself. Toting the label of necromancer, let alone a necrobotanist, carried a certain kind of stigma. However, when Val suspected a faery was eating her petunias, she figured a bit of black magic might help. Val set her trap and hoped that it would be enough to scare the faery away. Unfortunately, when s...

Hi everyone! Welcome to novel sneak peak night! I've posted a lot about Dog Down , but I figured tonight, I'd post a little bit about my second novel WIP, (working title) ASTRO . Please enjoy this excerpt from chapter 2 <3 CW: blood, mentions of guns . . . . . The walk along the riverbank was dreadful. Susana had her moist coat wrapped around her like it would do any good and had followed the creature about a block down. It would be another half a block or so before she found where she’d parked, though Susana did begin to wonder if maybe the creature knew that. How? She wasn’t sure, but most of her disbelief had gone out the window when she’d decided to follow this thing down the river and away from Colt. As she stared at it, she realized that the creature was limping. Actually, now that Susana really looked, the farther they walked down the riverbank, the more the creature seemed to falter in its step. It was still dark, though the rain had subsided for a bit, but she could...

 Hello, and welcome to my fourth blog hop contribution! Thanks for reading if you do <3 ----- Oscar’s life was categorized by his million-dollar home, his fast car, and his beautiful wife and children. Doors flung themselves open to him, revealing lucrative opportunities, and Oscar quickly climbed the ranks. But when Oscar’s boss was caught embezzling millions, the company went bankrupt, and Oscar was left behind. In a matter of months, everything was gone. Oscar was left in a small, grungy apartment on the edge of town, with no job, no money, and no future. When Oscar walked into the woods that day, he didn’t intend to come out. He’d brought the rope, now to find sturdy tree. Instead, Oscar found a black dog, one who looked eerily like his childhood companion, sitting under the sturdiest tree. Before he could say anything, the dog was facing him, eyes piercing red. Oscar was suddenly scared. The dog stared at him for a moment before it growled, lips peeled back in a m...