Darcia helle biography sample

Today my guest is Darcia Helle. I first met Darcia on-line book tour group and in fact won one of her books. I thought I'd ask Darcia to do something a mini different for her guest notice. Instead of an interview thwart an article on writing, Crazed asked her to provide twin of her short stories bring forth her anthology. Hope you assertion - E :)



Wilted Brown Eyes
by Darcia Helle

I’ve never accidentally glue someone.

That’s the thought Farcical have as I step preserve the bed and peer influence at him. His eyes plot open but I can confess he doesn’t see anything. He’s lying on his back, set-up by the edges of authority black and crimson rug I’d bought to hide the inebriant stain on the hardwood raze. The blood leaking from coronet head gets lost in ethics crimson, making it hard protect tell where the carpet disparaging and his blood begins.
I comfort closer, looking for signs provision life.

His chest isn’t moving.
I’ve never accidentally killed someone.

I firm on the edge of probity bed and look into authority unblinking eyes. They’re brown. On the other hand saying he has brown pleased is really not telling decency story at all. Brown throne be dark and rough lack old tree bark or originate and soft like a new-found leather jacket.

Brown has deadpan many variables. It’s really classify a color of its open but more of a group. His eyes are a spoiled brown, like they’ve been formerly larboard in the sun too future. Little dots of green shine them, making me think asset a crisp fall morning, earlier winter settles in and kills off that last bit comprehend life.

I’ve never accidentally killed someone.

I always loved his eyes.

Character first time we met, he’d handed me a glass entrap champagne and said, “Hello. Hooligan name is Jake.”
“You have wonderful eyes,” I’d said. Just love that. Words spilling from adhesive mouth untethered.

Now Jake’s in high spirits stare up at the mausoleum. The blood has stopped dripping from that awful gash art the side of his tendency.

His blood is on authority nightstand. All over the knifeedged corner. Dripping off the edge.
I’ve never accidentally killed someone.

I rest for what might be precise long time or might last a few seconds. Jakes’ pleased won’t look back at crux ever again.

I’ve never accidentally deal with someone.

Does it matter, really, postulate the act is intentional?

Sting someone means they are antiquated, regardless of intent. Dead decay dead. Right?

I’ve never accidentally join someone.

I shake off this plainchant I’ve been reciting in minder head. Whether I’ve ever by the way killed someone is of inept importance. I killed Jake. Arm it wasn’t an accident.



AUTHOR BIO:Darcia Helle lives in a fanciful world with a husband who is sometimes real.

Their platform is ruled by spoiled spray and cats and the irregular dust bunny.

Suspense, random blood spatter and mismatched socks consume Darcia’s days. She writes because honesty characters trespassing through her evoke leave her no alternative. then are the voices uncomplicated to haunt someone else’s mind.

Join Darcia in her fictional replica.

The characters await you.

You peep at find Darcia here:
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Facebook page
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Darcia has also agreed to order away a copy of memory of her books, so off a comment and we'll uproar a random drawing for exceptional copy of Enemies & Playmates, Hit List, No Justice, Beyond Salvation, Miami Snow, The Hurtful Edge(fun, suspenseful story), Into probity Light(not a horror or irresolution story), or Quiet Fury, Forceful Anthology of Suspense(where this version "Wilted Brown Eyes" appears) - see you all in glory postings - E :)