short story – A Wyld And Untamed Production

LOVE LIES BLEEDING | a dark and tragic tale

Explore the haunted echoes of Eldritch Falls in ‘Love Lies Bleeding.’ Uncover the chilling tale of Eleanor Ravenscroft, a woman whose beauty conceals a tragic love story that bleeds through the walls of Ravenscroft Manor. As secrets unravel and crimson tears fall, witness a journey through love, lies, and the haunting depths of a town cursed by the shadows of the past.
Samira Wyld

Unveiling the Mystery: Introducing JD Blak’s Provocative Debut, BLACK ROSE

In a world where desire dances on the edge of reality, a woman finds herself entranced by a love that defies logic.
JD Blak – BLACK ROSE

Hi loves, I’m super stoked to announce the birth of a new literary persona—JD Blak and her debut release ‘BLACK ROSE.’ This evocative tale is now available on Kindle, bringing to life a world woven with passion, mystery, and irresistible allure. 😝

How do you like to read?

Hi lovers and wanderlusters

I have some exciting news to share with you about my upcoming short story ‘THE RED COAT’.

In these busy days of social media, work, home, life etc, how many of us find time to read?

My short story ‘THE RED COAT’ will be published online over the coming weeks, but before it is, I will feature it here as a serial for you, my loyal reader. Post in bite size chunks that you can read over your morning coffee.

However, this will mean you will have to tune in each week to find out what happens next 🙂 How does that sound to you?

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BTW… the artwork is just a mock up until I find the right design for the finished story 🙂

Let’s get started with an intro

‘Death comes up from behind you when you’re not looking, or you try to pretend it’s not happening as icy tendrils grip your breath choking you until there’s nothing left to breathe. Until your life gently, or violently slips away as you gasp your final breath. That white icy haze that escapes your mouth is not your last breath at all – it’s death sucking the last of your breath from your lungs like a deflated balloon.

And as the icy tendril escapes into the ether, your lips turn a shade of blue that can only be described as the blue lips of death, the paling colour of lifelessness.

How do I know all of this? I shouldn’t know any of this. I’m only eight years old.’

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