WiHM2017 Write Her Story – #Horror #author Jaime Johnesee @JaimeJohnesee @Sotet_Angyal #WiHM8 @WiHMonth

Write Her Story

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by Jaime Johnesee

Lightning flared in the air behind her as she walked on, mostly unflinching in her belief. The Path was the way of her clan and she knew better than to dishonor tradition by being impeded due to mortal feelings like guilt or fear. This spirit quest was one borne of darkness and she was to visit revenge on those who’d murdered her family.
Rain fell, pounding against the dry earth and swirling small dust devils around her as she walked across the dead and dusty front yards. She wasn’t evil. She’d tried to let it go. Then in court the man responsible—who’d pretended to be a victim—lied and said her husband had killed their infant son, her mother, and himself in a fit of rage.
Rage was what fueled her now as she sought to even the scales. It wasn’t justice and she didn’t try to excuse it as that. Didn’t try to justify it at all. She just walked her path and waited for him to get home.
She was passing his house for the third time when he pulled up through the driving rain. He opened the garage door with a remote from inside the car and drove in. She ran in behind him and waited in a dark corner of the garage for him to exit the vehicle.
He was the first of three involved that day. The first of three who would die by her hands for their lies. She knew her husband hadn’t been responsible. They had all lied and now those lies would bring their deaths.
She smiled her first real smile in over a year as she crept up behind him with the hatchet ready, in hand. Soon her pain would end, but first, to give them theirs.
Fiction © Copyright Jaime Johnesee
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com Artist: Mystic Art Design

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More from Jaime Johnesee:

jaimejohnesee_riskRisk: A Samantha Reece Mystery
Book 2 (Shifters)

Neck-deep in the hunt for members of Americans for a Were-Free America, Sam discovers she’s not the only one on the prowl. The horrific crime scenes the FBI stumble across tell Sam that whatever is pursuing her enemy is more vicious and cold than even this most extreme of hate groups. Forced to protect the very people responsible for training murderers, like the infamous Grisly, Sam uncovers a nefarious plot wherein AWFA has been trafficking shifters and vamps into the sex-slave trade. Can she save the very people crying out for her blood? It’s a risk she’s willing to take.

 

Available on Amazon!

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Stop by my other blogs for more Women in Horror Month content!
Sotet Angyal, The Dark Angel – Dark emotive flash fiction written by me.
The Road to Nowhere – Horror movie picks staring strong leading ladies.

And don’t forget to visit the Women in Horror Month official web site
for more great 
WiHM8 events and posts!

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About Nina D'Arcangela

Nina D’Arcangela is a quirky horror writer who likes to spin soul rending snippets of despair. She reads anything from splatter matter to dark matter. She's an UrbEx adventurer who suffers from unquenchable wanderlust. She loves to photograph abandoned places, bits of decay and old graveyards. Nina is co-owner of Sirens Call Publications, co-founder of the horror writer's group 'Pen of the Damned', and if that isn't enough, put a check mark in the box next to owner and resident nut-job of Dark Angel Photography.
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