https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/BigvStorytime/This section is where I will post my various stories and novels. Sometimes these will be new novels in progress, and occasionally, I will post older stories as I re-edit them. hourly12000-01-01T12:00+00:00https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/BigvStorytime/992598War of the Empaths - A modern paranormal sci-fi story Verwayne Greenhoe Book One – Chapter One THE BOY WHO FELT TOO MUCH Daniel Hart learned early that other people’s feelings were louder than their voices. He was nine the first time he understood it wasn’t normal. He heard the voices of his...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/BigvStorytime/991192Chapter 29 The morning sun slipped through the blinds of Kelli’s bedroom, painting faint golden stripes across the quilt. She blinked awake, a lazy smile already tugging at her lips before her eyes were fully open. The kiss. It was the first thought to rise, shimmering and insistent. She brought...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/BigvStorytime/991116Chapter 12 – Morning Light Doesn’t Lie The birds outside started singing too early. Alicia opened her eyes before the sun entirely broke the horizon. She was still curled beside him, her cheek resting lightly on Robert’s chest, her hand over his heart. He hadn’t moved. He was awake—she could...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/BigvStorytime/991099Chapter 10 – The Call You Never Want to Get The late autumn wind whispered through town as if it were carrying news no one wanted to hear. Alicia was at her desk in the realty office, flipping through listings she didn’t care about, sipping coffee that had gone lukewarm. Her phone buzzed — her...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/BigvStorytime/991060Chapter 8 — The Shelf Life of Silence Alicia lingered in the dairy aisle, pretending to compare Greek yogurt brands, but she wasn’t. She was stalling. Two rows over, she’d seen Robert again — the third time this week. Same market, same awkward glance, same static in the air that neither of them...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/BigvStorytime/991043Chapter 4 — Smoke Signals and Static Lines Alicia stood in front of the open refrigerator that evening, staring at a container of leftover chicken stir-fry with the same indecision she’d applied to her entire adult life. She wasn’t hungry, but not for food. She shut the door with a sigh and...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/BigvStorytime/991023Chapter 3 — Spark and Static The sound of Alicia’s heels echoed across the old linoleum as she made her way down the mall’s central corridor. The “mall” was a generous term these days. Most of the national stores had long since disappeared, leaving behind curious pockets of life. A local florist,...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/BigvStorytime/991010Chapter Two: Hot and Cold Friday night came with an unexpected drizzle. Alicia stood under the awning outside the restaurant, her black umbrella folded by her side. She’d arrived seven minutes early. Robert pulled up two minutes late in a dusty Jeep, hopped out, and jogged to the door with his...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/BigvStorytime/990986Why am I using a pen name like Rebecca E. Winslow? Read my post here. Chapter One: The Chair Next to Mine The buzz of the clippers hummed steadily, broken only by laughter from the far end of the salon. Alicia sat still, arms folded tightly over her handbag, as a stylist named Simone snipped at...