My current WIP is Numbered, a dystopian romance, set to release next year (date TBD). While we wait, I thought I'd introduce you to the main characters of this novel. Everyone, meet Noelle and Ryder. The year is 2050, and technology has advanced so that people know the exact date of their death and how … Continue reading Numbered, a dystopian romance: Meet Noelle & Ryder
I seriously love these! Check out the Hope series at crissilangwell.com/hope-series. Hope at the Crossroads, Book 2 of the Hope series, publishes Sept. 5. Find out more about it here. You can also see my latest post on what the book is about and why this series means so much to me here.
I became aware of the possibilities that lay before me as I floated free from my earthbound body. The space that Joey once described to me was out here, and I had the ability to see it all. Earth, in the far away distance, shone at me like a star in the sky. The giant … Continue reading So I’ll reach up to the sky and pretend that I’m a Spaceman
“Damn it, Sam! You don’t have a lock because then I’d never see you! Why can’t you just do what I tell you to do?” John shouted. I could see the sparks in the air as Sam broke, something snapping inside of him after months of walls upon walls being built up between them. “Because … Continue reading He’s leaving home…
I left John alone in the apartment and found Sam huddled in the poor lighting of a pier a dozen blocks from the apartment. He sat at the edge, tossing tiny rocks one by one into the still water below. They lay gathered in a pile near his crossed legs, collected on his walk towards … Continue reading A stone’s throw of hurts
It was the game he played whenever John acted as someone with more authority than a roommate who fed Sam and paid all the bills. Instead of fighting his father, Sam would just keep his mouth shut and react as if no one were speaking to him at all. “I don’t think he can hear … Continue reading Step-teenagers and the silent treatment
“A carnival?” I squealed. “That’s your distraction?” “Can you think of anything better?” she asked. I shook my head with a smile as I surveyed the grounds. I recognized this place; we’d traveled to the boardwalk carnival in Santa Cruz. I hadn’t been there since I was a child, and I flashed back to when … Continue reading Sexy, bald British men
I visualized the tall ceilings of the church, picturing the dark wood support beams that were in contrast with the white of the walls. I could see the sunlight streaming through the colorful glass windows that showed the scenes leading up to the crucifixion and resurrection of Christ. In my mind the communion was all … Continue reading Stained glass windows and the smell of burning incense
“Muffin! Mr. Tinkles!” Edna cooed down the hall. She clicked her tongue against the top of her mouth, creating a quick sound that echoed around the house. From a back room we could hear a drop to the ground and a low meow. Edna had described to us two balls of playful fluff when telling … Continue reading Tales of the cat lady
“Joey!” I called out. The word hung in front of me, trembling in the air but traveling no further than the space around me. “Joey!” I tried again, only to have my voice swallowed by the thick atmosphere surrounding my presence. I took a deep breath and screamed his name once more, using all of … Continue reading What a Symphony of Cicadas sounds like
