Psychological Suspense, Travel, Romance, Erotica, Paranormal - Stories, Poetry, and Excerpts
Read never before published stories and excerpts from J. Sharland’s novels including the fact-based-fiction suspense travel thriller Under the Umbrella of Paradise, the paranormal psychological suspense novel Shadows of the Ripples, and the suspense travel horror novel The RV Park.
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Chasin’ Popcorn in the Wind (On a Sandy Beach)
We hopped in our golf cart and went for a ride.
Decided to see the sea since it was high tide.
When we arrived, it was windy as heck,
Which did keep the skeeters from nibbling my neck.
We brought cocktails for our beachside happy hour,
And a bowl of popcorn that we could devour.
But when we started eating our buttery delights
Before getting to our mouths, the corn took off in flight.
Morning Routine - An Excerpt from my novel “Under the Umbrella of Paradise”
Being an early riser, not having a clue what time the sun would decide to pop up, that first morning I went out with time enough not to miss a single minute of its arrival. After I got dressed and eased quietly out the door, I was surprised that it was still dark. No sign of possible daylight as I walked across the street to the beach.
A New Year, A New Century, and A New Me
The night was calm and warm, and I felt wonderful just being in my own thoughts, until I felt hands on my body, and lips trying to devour mine. I reacted spontaneously, surprising myself. With eyes closed the wine helped me give in and reciprocate as the hands roamed, lips and tongue explored, and clothes came off. More fondles and explorations continued. What a high to feel this free.
Pirotécnicos en la Playa
My breath caught. Just as I thought I’d never seen anything more beautiful, more colors came bursting forth just down the beach, and then more and more. Every which way we looked the sky was aflame with startling showers of vibrant hues that doubled in magnitude from their reflections on the water, the likes of which I have never experienced.
The Mysterious RV Park (What’s Really in the Red Beer?) - An Excerpt from the Novel
My heart was hammering and I nearly missed the noise in the background. I had to strain to hear. There was a thrumming noise, constant in its rhythm that would be accompanied by a sharper whack, like the striking of a hammer. But then a new sound caused us to stop in our tracks — chilling my bones. A scream. I clutched Marty’s arm.
“What the hell was that?” I whispered.
The X-Beaches — Games, Discovery and Death
Walking along the edge of the warm Caribbean sea, flicking sand with your toes as you go from the wet onto the dry, trying to avoid the tide as it rolls in closer, not wanting to get your feet wet. Getting wet would be fine, as the temps are in the low 80’s, the breeze is warm and balmy, but as a game, you see how close to the water you can get without letting the surf touch you.