The Quiet One

I decided to include my entire 1000 page short story. I am not going to tell you if it is a biography. Decide for yourself.

The Quiet One

    I’m the quiet one. The one they, whoever they are, tell you to look out for.  They’re right.

Two years younger than my sister I was devastated when she went into the first grade, leaving me behind.  I tried to make friends but back then Cumberland was a place for the well to do.  Our converted hunting cabin, second hand clothes and yesterdays toys told them all they needed to know. Not making friends, I began to live inside my head where I could be the hero, the most popular girl in school. 

As the years passed, the stories changed, the list of villains growing.  Their names filled the dark places of my mind.

The fifth grade was my worst or best depending on how you looked at it. There was the tumor.  I didn’t mind being in the hospital.  Nobody cared about how expensive your clothes were.  No one saw them and my johnnie was as nice as any one else’s. The nurses liked me, so I got to walk the corridors.  It was there I learned that too often the wrong people died.  Sometimes Death needs a little help.

High School flew by.  It’s easy to be top of your class when you have nothing else to do.  With so much free time, I turned once again to the stories in my head but even they could not dispel the quiet. It is so loud.  My words darkened.  They were my shield. They became my sword.  The villains starting dying.  

I graduated, prepared to give my words life. Who would believe a person not quite five feet tall could kill. I had my list and just like my characters, it lived in my head. 

Diane was first. I remember her patting my chest, laughing at its determined flatness. 

So consumed with her beauty, she was not beautiful, she didn’t see me.  I followed her for days. 

It’s easy to steal a car. I took hers.  I watched as she waited for her friends. They were not about to leave a party just to take her home.  When her car jumped the curb, pinning her between the hood and the wall, she was confused. When I got out of the car, she was afraid. 

“For old times sake.” Gunning the engine, the car sprang forward.  I was miles away when the party ended.  She died, the news reported, from internal bleeding.  I hoped it hurt as much as hearing the baseball team laugh at my immature body. 

I would like to say he broke my heart, but mostly he broke my soul.  The call was unexpected and filled me with delight.  

“I know we don’t talk much but I’d like to take you to the dance.  Want to go?”  Charles was one of the few boys who never laughed at me.  This had real potential, but he turned out to be Tommy Ross to my Carrie, a Carrie without telekinesis.

“Sure.”  I’m certain he heard my grin.

“I’ll pick you up Friday at six.”

I turned to my sister, who had never yet been asked out on a date, face splitting into a grin it had never worn.  The next day, still floating on a bubble of happiness, I heard their laughter.  Charles thought it would be a great joke, knowing I was waiting for him.  I didn’t wait, at least not for him to take me to the dance.

It took four years, but eventually he was sorry he’d made that call.

It was easier than it should have been.  Charles moved from pot to cocaine.  Not using, it was difficult to follow him, but once again being the least frightening person you’d meet was a good thing.  Air is not good for veins.

  I put the syringe directly into the vein in his neck.  After a week it settled in his brain causing a catastrophic embolism. 

The third was, so far, the most difficult.  If she hadn’t been such a pig she would have noticed.  The job paid minimum wage but it was her favorite fast food joint and Pauline loved fast food, and she ate fast, good for me, not for her.  Destroying Angels are rather cute, until you eat them.  They are the deadliest mushrooms we have in Rhode Island and somehow her hoagie had them.  I understand they make you very sick. Pauline never made it to the hospital.  What was left of the sandwich was found molding in her fridge.

I quit that job and concentrated on writing. My first novel debuted to rave reviews.  The story was not very different from the life I lived.  My pain resonated with those who’d felt the sharp edged tongues of the privileged.

Number four brought me home.  Fingernail Freddie was famous in Cumberland long before the movies.  He supposedly killed the three kids who burned down his property near Camp Keranna, killing his family. Freddie haunted the woods, attacking young lovers parked by the roadside. Brady was making a name for himself by debunking hauntings.  The hands that had once groped me, laughing when I could not get away, now groped around in the dark.  Going to the abandoned camp, he waited to meet Freddie.  He met me.  Laughing when I told him I loved his show, he didn’t see the knife, but I’m sure he felt it.  He bled to death, the weapon never found.  I took it home and carved the Thanksgiving turkey.

My next three novels were murder mysteries.  My publisher wonders where I get my inspiration.  I never answer.  I don’t talk much.  I am the quiet one and there are more stories to write. 

Woonsocket Fall Festival

I am going to be signing and selling books at the Woonsocket Fall Festival, Sunday, October 13th from 10:00Am to (at least) 5:00PM. The festival is held at the Woonsocket Veteran’s Memorial Park , 303 Clinton Street, Woonsocket, RI It’s a lot of fun. I’ll have all three novels, plus my Children’s books. Hope to see you there.

The Quiet One

I should have written a short story a long time ago. These reviews are from my friends who have no problem telling me when they don’t like something.
1. “Holy crackers! Scary thoughts & ideas which can pick at your brain are the kind Steven King writes.”
2. “Yours is scary, chilling & a brain picker. I’m glad that it’s you who has written it & that it’s fiction!!!”
3. “It is fiction, it is fiction, it IS fiction. I’m relieved that I wasn’t born in Cumberland.”

If it doesn’t get published I will put it here in its entirety.

Sister World I, the Arrival

Reviews by family can be especially tough. My cousin asked me to sign her copy and to hurry up and publish Sister World II. That made me smile, but I nearly cried when my mother said she loved it and couldn’t wait for the next one either. She has always been my harshest critic so this meant a lot to me.

My high school student friend also enjoyed the book. Please pick one up and give me your thoughts.

Envelope Books

I have just submitted a short story to envelope books. It had to be less than 1000 words and take place in Rhode Island. I’m waiting to hear back. “The Quiet One” is slightly macabre and I hope riveting. Having submitted a rough draft to a friend and taking into consideration her input, this is what she said of the final draft.

“Wow 100% better, great intro, grabbed me right away, nice flow, Understand each character, loved the home description, all terrific, good luck.”

Best review. Thank you Carol

Event at Empire Tea and Coffee

I did not say that the event is in Newport, RI I’ll write the whole thing to make sure that this time I didn’t leave anything out.

It’s this Sunday at the Empire Tea And Coffee in Newport. It runs from 10 to 12 . I’ll be there earlier setting up if you can’t wait for that first cup of coffee.


I will be signing and selling books at the Empire Tea and Coffee Bistro this Sunday from 10-12, longer if there’s a line. I hope.


For you who can’t wait to see me at the Lively Literati I will be signing and selling books on July 20th at the festival held at 3964 Main Road Tiverton, RI from 10-4

There will be many other vendors and artisans. It should be a good day. I am looking forward to meeting my audience.