Didi Oviatt

Author of the Time Waster Series-Super Short Preludes, and suspense novels Aggravated Momentum, The Stix, and New Age Lamians… (blogger)

Fantasy Story Summed Up In A Sentence. #kdsuspense

If you were to pick a fantasy to read, and you only had once sentence to go off of; Which sentence would you choose?

Thank you for voting!!  Your input is so very appreciated, You’re the best!!

I absolutely love working on weekly short stories with Kim! She’s an amazing writer, and it turns out we have so much in common for a couple of gals who live in such different worlds!

This will be our SIXTH story together and I couldn’t be any happier with the stories we’ve created! After we whip up week 6 (this little fantasy tale, you just voted on) we’re going to take a short break from our weekly story posts… BUT DON’T FRET, our reasoning for the break is only because we’re taking these stories and adding in a very special surprise!!  So stay tuned!!!


HOW #kdsuspense WORKS:

STEP ONE: Every Wednesday well post a voting poll with a few prompts to choose from.
STEP TWO: With the click of a button, you cast your vote on a prompt. (voting will stay open for three days.)
STEP THREE: READ AND ENJOY!  Every week on the following Tuesday we will post the short story that transformed from the very winning prompt you chose! Feel free to join in by writing your own story with the voted in prompt, just hashtag that sucker with #kdsuspense and then comment on the story post with your link.

Find previous stories to read here!!

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Prologue: Aggravated Momentum (18+ reading)


My hands are as far above my head as they can reach, my back intensely arched, and my calf muscles tighten, extending to the footboard. My pumpkin orange painted toes point as they join the stretch. The sun beams through a tight crevice in the drapes, challenging my eyes to regain vision. I squint and strain to open them. Its late afternoon, and I’ve been sleeping for four hours. Sadly, it’s the most uninterrupted sleep my taxing life has allowed in over a week.
The sensation of piercing eyes causes the hair to raise on my forearms. After I finish rubbing the sleep from my face, I glance around intently. No one is here. Weird. I swear I could feel someone’s presence. It must be my nerves. My thick down comforter drops from my shoulders as I sit up for another stretch. It isn’t usually this hot in my room, so I’m glad I was able to sleep through my sweat. My body is clammy. The tank top and shorts that cling to my skin are damp and wrinkled.
I’m supposed to meet Markie for a girl’s night in an hour. I better hurry. I told that weird friend of hers from work that I wasn’t going to make it, but changed my mind after debating all week. The decision is made: I’m going. Markie is one of my closest friends, but she’s changed since Beth died. She’s distanced herself. Now, with everything else going on around her, I’m afraid.
As the water heats, steam fills my shower and escapes through the bathroom door that I usually leave open. I like stepping out of the shower feeling clean and refreshed, not muggy and overheated. I think about Markie’s situation as I rub an oversized purple loofah across my skin. A deliciously scented lather forms on my protruding ribs and bony hips. The stress of all these deaths has taken a serious toll on my appetite. My body is shrinking, I’m beginning to look sickly.
I wonder how I’m supposed to tell Markie that I’ve been sleeping with the one acquaintance that’s off limits. I guess I can’t. Not now anyway, it will have to wait. I should feel worse about it than I do, but he’s convenient, and I’m lonely. He’ll do for now. It must be the guilt of it that’s forcing me to go to this stupid club tonight. Any smart woman would stay away.
My fingers scrub harshly into my scalp. My eyes squint tightly, trying to block the shampoo as it washes away. Before they can fully open, the shower door slides. A shocked gasp rises from my throat, and I force my lids open through a painful soapy haze. The air escapes my lungs in a slow, relieved sigh. I take in the sight of him. He stands naked with a grin, ready to join me.
“What the hell are you doing?” I demand.
“What does it look like?”
“You scared the shit out of me!”
“You’re pretty sexy when you’re startled.”
“I really don’t have time for this.” I snap, “I’m in a hurry.”
He pushes his way in anyway and shuts the door behind him. He stays just out of reach of the spraying showerhead, and watches me wash off. My back tingles and the blood rushes to my skins edge in reaction to his touch. The last of the soap bubbles disappear into the drain at our toes. He picks up my leg at the thigh and presses me forward against the shower wall.
With one hard thrust, he forces himself inside me. It is a lot rougher than his usual tactic. I gasp and press my hands against the wall for balance. He moves violently, but I like it. Strong fingers intertwine through my wet hair at the base of my scalp, then he pulls it, hard. My head jerks back with the powerful tug. A quiet, excited, involuntary squeal escapes my open mouth. His breath is hot on the back of my neck.
“You like it hard, don’t you Joyce?” His voice is lower than I’ve ever heard him speak.
For the first time in my life, I get a thrill from hearing my name. He releases his hold on my hair and shoves me back against the wall. A firm arm presses against my back. I’m unable to move my chest or shoulders, and am forced to take him in on his terms. Just as I’m about to crumble under his strong hold, a menacing whisper echoes in my ear.
“This is going to hurt.”
A shock pools to my center and a chill runs down my spine. It takes every ounce of strength I have to pull away from him. He squeezes my body tightly against his own. Then he loosens his grip, allowing me to turn and face him.
“What are you talking ab…”
A sudden pain consumes my neck, cutting me off mid-question. My voice catches in the center of my throat and is unable to escape. Instinctively, I grab hold of the sharp pulsating pain and squeeze. The fluid filling my hands, and running down my arms is much thicker and hotter than the shower water. Everything is beginning to blur. I look at him, trying to plead with my eyes. I am unable to speak. I lean against the wall, in effort to regain balance. Everything is spinning. I pull my bloodied hands from my neck to take a look. My vision is distorted, but not enough to disable the sight of color. My scarlet fingers spin and blur.
I feel cold. I want to grab him, beg for his help, but I can’t. My body slumps down the wall. My legs become weaker and weaker. What have you done to me? I scramble through the black and red blur, struggling to take a look at his face. For a flash, I see him. His head is tilted to one side and his face is blank. A hint of a smirk forms across his lips. I black out. I can still feel but I can’t see. I pull in breath with short shallow pants. I can hear an awkward gurgle coming out of my throat. My body is ice cold under the hot running water.
My life slowly drains away, yet a sharp digging pain reminds me that I am still alive. One piercing jab after another stings into my ribs, chest and stomach. I try to kick, throw my arms or scream, but cant. I can’t move. It only takes a few more jolts to realize that I’m being stabbed. Over and over the shock spreads across my body. After what seems like a lifetime of torturing pain, it finally fades. A faint sensation is left at my neck. There is something touching my midsection, something inside it. That too melts away until there is nothing left. I don’t feel anything anymore – no pain, no fear. I give up the struggle for breath and let myself go to the darkness.




Wk #5 Short Story: “We Only Said Goodbye With Words, I Died A Hundred Times”. @amywinehouse #kdsuspense #amwriting #amreading

Personal Rant

Since I started this blog last November, I’m yet to post anything negative. I’m not a downer, and even if I have something sad or ‘opinionated’ I always put an uplifting or inspiration twist on it.  After all there is almost always a positive lesson to be learned given any substantial struggle.  Even when I braved up and shared with the world my devastating traumas in becoming a parent, I did it to try and help/support other women going through the same hardships.

Unfortunately, there’s no uplifting twist or inspirational back end with my post today. I’m not looking for sympathy either, honestly I’m just ranting to vent and get it out. We all need to release a little steam, right?!

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I’m sure you’re all familiar with what a pain in the ass dental care is! My husband and I were each blessed with good healthy teeth. I can count on one hand how many cavities I’ve had in my entire life, and I only had to endure the irritation of braces for two years in my youth. My husbands dental history is very similar to mine. Nice strong healthy teeth…

SOOOOO you’d think my children would have inherited this trait, right? 

…….. WRONG!!!!


Hopefully their permanent teeth are in better shape than their baby teeth, because wow. We’ve really been put through the ringer with the entire dental experience. 

The pediatric dentist we go do explained to me last year (just before the first surgery BOTH of my kids had) that when a mommy has troubles in the second trimester of her pregnancy, it effects the development of her baby’s teeth.

So here’s just a tiny little insight of how my second trimesters went. Trust me, you don’t want to know any more details, my pregnancies were hell!  With my son, I was thrown into pre-labor at 24 weeks. It was a bloody mess (literally) and I spent over 75% of the time on a very strict and tedious bed rest.  I had to be waited on hand and foot for months!  Any one who knows me can tell you how badly I hate being waited on. It drives me insane.

I was injected with all the steroids, pain killers, and labor stoppers medically available.  I even had my incompetent cervix stitched, as that’s where my problems rooted. (sorry if that’s TMI) But, I did it. I carried him through and he only came 4 1/2 weeks early.  He’s now a healthy guy, but his baby teeth are as weak as can be. Last year, a couple weeks after his 4th birthday he was put under and had SIX teeth filled, FOUR teeth capped, and a two month retainer put in to fix his under bite.


Now lets talk about my daughter!!!  My struggles with her pregnancy were much different than my sons, but not any easier. Because we now knew that I had a shotty cervix we took a different rout. My cervix was stitched sooner, I was restricted on physical activity from day one, and I was injected with a weekly shot in the butt to stop the pre-labor. The shots began at the first sign of contractions stronger than your regular braxton hicks. Sadly, I was only 20 weeks. Exactly halfway through is when my struggles began.

So, as if all of the above wasn’t enough, I was also low on amniotic fluid. Because I had to see a special doctor, the drive to his office was nearly 2 hours and I wasn’t allowed to take the trip alone in case I went into hard labor. So I had to be driven like an incompetent child every three days to have my fluid monitored. To make a long story short, every trip was an anxious one as we never knew if they would have to take her that day if my fluid was TOO low. She was even monitored every 3 weeks by a perinatologist (a pre-birth baby doctor) who hooked me up to a whole different set of machines to check her in more depth than what regular ultrasounds have to offer.

Kimber ended up being born 4 weeks early, and as healthy as can be. Thank God! But here we are, baby teeth affected just like her brothers! 

The same day last year that we fixed my sons teeth, we also put my daughter under (do it all in one wack, was our approach!)  It was a couple of months before her 2nd birthday, and even though she didn’t even have all of her teeth in yet, we still had to fix four of them and have an extra muscle removed from her gums!  SCARY!  Talk about a nervous wreck mommy!! It was one of the worst days of my life, to have both of the children that I fought so hard for to be put under anesthetic all at the same time!



I spent half of yesterday on the phone with our insurance company, their dentist’s secretary, and two different surgical centers, comparing facility prices and setting up yet another procedure!!

That’s right! Less than a year later Kimber needs work on almost every one of her top teeth!  Her teeth that hadn’t yet grown in the first time around have now grown in fully. They’re shit, with soft underdeveloped enamel, and on top of their weakness, she holds food and drinks on them with her tongue! We can’t let it go any longer because she is in pain, and because if we let it get into the roots then her permanent teeth will be effected.

As much as I hate to say it, NEXT TUESDAY she will be put under yet again for another painful day of dental work. Practically every one of her top teeth will be drilled, filed, filled, wrapped, and coated, giving her a mouth full of porcelain.

So there is it! My RANT is complete, thanks for listening (ish).  Please wish my baby luck as well as my pocketbook as it is sure to suffer dearly! Hopefully we don’t have to do this every single year. Two is enough!! 

INDI-AUTHORS UNITE. Leave a link and find a read! Open book swap!

  Don’t miss your chance for a great swap!  There are some AWESOME books here available for reviews. 

I’ve personally added each book suggested so far onto my TBR list, and I can’t wait to read them!

I’ve noticed a slight lack in support as of late. There is a lot of talking and not much reviewing of each others Indi books!

So, I’ve decided to drop this post as a semi-permanent place to read and review each others books. We’ll call it a ‘pick your book swap’.  Leave an order link in the comments with your work, THEN come back whenever you’d like and PICK ONE TO READ! Please only share if you plan on reading another.  

This isn’t only a promote yourself post, but a show your support for other amazing authors! Please share share share!!   I’m talking share you links, share this post, and lets share our thoughts on each others books!

It’s time to pay it forward fellow Indi’s.  Lets read others work just as much as we promote our own 🙂 ..  I can’t wait to see all of your books!!



“But now… in this moment, she understood what it meant to hate someone.”

Felicia Denise, Author

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“Free, a Novella” by Felicia Denise

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Lennie leaned down, kissed his forehead and placed the napkin across her father’s lap. Just as she got it in place, Burt looked up at her. Lenore was gutted. More pieces of her already broken heart fell away. His ashen skin, mottling and in different shades of brown and gray unsettled her. His slack jaw and visible body tremors made Lennie shudder. His eyes were her undoing. The mischievous gleam responsible for so much laughter, which had helped to comfort, console, and encourage her… was gone.

Father and daughter were still eye-to-eye, the reality of the situation holding Lennie in place when she felt his frail hand cover hers.

“Thank… you, baby girl.”

Lennie smiled and kissed his cheek, comforted with…

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Love your toddler #poem

Slow down mommy, hold my hand.

Hug me now, while you still can.

I’m growing fast, with each new day.

Very soon I’ll push you away.

I’ll do everything on my own, and that’s not to mention,

I won’t want your kisses, your help, or attention.

Love and play with me now while I want you to.

And, please keep you’re patience, I’m only two.



Happy Father’s Day!

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Happy Father’s Day to all the dads and granddads! Thank you for all you do!

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The Entertainer Blogger Award!! I’m So Excited!!

The Entertainer Blogger Award!

Thank you so very much Jo-Ann over at Inspiration Pie  for tagging and nominating me for the Entertainer Blogger Award! Jo-Ann is such a supportive and creative blogger. I absolutely love her page, it’s overflowing with personality in every single post!  Jump on over and check it out if you’re not already following.

The Rules:

  • Thank the person who nominated you and provide a link to their blog.
  • Add these rules to your post.
  • Answer all the questions below.
  • Display the award picture in your post.
  • Nominate 12 other bloggers who are funny, inspiring and most important of all ENTERTAINING!



I’m a mere small down gal, trying to make a name for myself as an independent author. So I guess being a nerdy book blogger is a must for us creative weirdos.


This is probably the hardest question there could ever be asked!!  Narrowing down one book really just isn’t going to happen lol..  Also, note that if I were to be asked this same question a year ago, or even a year in the future then the answer would surely be different. But, for today lets go with this:

Colleen Hoover, It Ends With Us is neck and neck with Gone Girl, by Gillian Flynn


Cows!  Sounds silly, but I’m scared to death of the stupid beasts!


I’m kind of a Panda Express Junkie… If they were to make Orange Chicken crack, I’d probably smoke it lol…  Really tho!


The only thing I love more than being outside in the wilderness during the day, is being outside at night under the stars. I grew up in a beautiful place a far ways away from city smug. Before my own kids came along needing camp trailers and mommy closeness indoors, I would prefer to throw a sleeping bag out on a lawn, trampoline, or truck bed to sleep in. There is nothing more refreshing than a nights sleep in fresh open (preferably mountain) air lit by the moon and kissed by the stars.

On the plus side, my kids are ALMOST old enough to pass on the tradition.  My son is 4 and my daughter is 2 so we intend on giving a campout on the trampoline a bash sometime this summer…. So WISH ME LUCK!

I Nominate:. (I may or may not have stopped at 12 lol)




K. D. Dowdall


Patricia Fairweather Romero

By Hook Or By Book ~ Book Reviews, News, & Other Stuff

Geybie’s Book Blog

Man of many thoughts



Ricardo Sexton


Tenacity T



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