Reb Kreyling
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I've been telling stories since I learned to talk and writing them for as long as I can remember. Now I'm also doing content for librarians. Find me on Facebook!
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A New Chapter
Reverse to Part One Lincoln spent an uncomfortable night in the only hotel in town. The room itself was fine, but he wasn’t used to the lack of noise. Or not having the ninety-five-pound weight in bed with him. So, he was tired and cranky when he got in the car to locate social services. He’d attempted to get coffee at the hotel, but the pot smelled like it’d been burned and then reheated. He just hoped he could beg for some coffee when he got to the office.
By Reb Kreyling5 months ago in Fiction
A New Chapter
A firm knock on the door broke Lincoln’s contemplation and he looked up from his computer screen. With a sigh, he pushed away from the desk. It wasn’t like he was getting anywhere with outlining his next book. He had time, some time, but pretty soon Saul, his agent, would be calling for an update and the publisher would give him a firm due date. He still didn’t want to write another book in the Shadows of the Realm series, but if he didn’t find something soon; he might have to.
By Reb Kreyling5 months ago in Fiction
Fate's Magical Mishap
Reverse to Part Two Reverse to Part One THREE When I was a child, I loved Gatherings. Unlike the rituals and holiday celebrations, Gatherings meant the entire clan. No one was worried about following the correct steps that had been handed down for more generations than anyone could count. No one stood on ceremony (except with the elders because the last thing anyone wanted to do was piss off an elder) and the relaxed atmosphere allowed different groups to interact. Everything was relaxed, including the dress code, so I wasn’t out of place in my peasant blouse and jeans.
By Reb Kreyling5 months ago in Fiction
Fate's Magical Mishap
Reverse to Part One TWO The test had settled to the back of my mind while I was at work, but I had to pass it before I would be allowed to claim my familiar. I had intended to practice before I had to prove myself in front of the elders, but I arrived home from work to find my mother in a tizzy as she raced around with her hair half done. I barely had time to change into my white dress before my mother was hurrying me out to the car. As we drove to the grove, I hurriedly brushed and braided my hair. At least I didn’t have to do the intricate braids my mother had her hair bound into; mine was a simple single braid.
By Reb Kreyling5 months ago in Fiction
