FrankenKitty 16 #wewriwar #amwriting


(Some assembly required)


Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors.  This is a sample from my latest work “Frankenkitty”, and I hope you enjoy it.  It started out as a young-adult superhero book, and well, you’ll see.  In last week’s snippet, the gerbil awakens. He’s grown to the size of a guinea pig. After Amber’s mother has calmed down, she has some words for the gang. The snippet starts after she’s told them to stop.

“Good, there are some cookies in the kitchen. Why don’t you have some, and then do something wholesome, like play a computer game or watch some TV?”

When Jennifer’s mother picked her up before dinner, she carried the Gerbil in its cage.

“This is for Bobby.”

“It looks like a Gerbil, but it’s too big; What is it?”

“A special African Gerbil.”

“Is it safe?”

“I think so,” the creature snapped its jaws at Jennifer and gave what sounded like a high-pitched snarl.

“I hope so for your sake; you know who gets to clean the cage when Bobby forgets.”

This is no longer a work in progress.

I’ve also released a sweet regency romance, Miss DeVere


My book “The Curious Profession of Dr. Craven” is finally out!

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Author: rharrisonauthor

International man of mystery. Well not really, although I can mangle several languages and even read the occasional hieroglyphic. A computer scientist, an author and one of the very few people who has both an NIH grant and had a book contract. An ex- booktrope author and a photographer.

6 thoughts on “FrankenKitty 16 #wewriwar #amwriting”

  1. I hope this isn’t bad form, but with all the questions about the gerbil. He shows up once more in the story:

    “Honeybun?” Jennifer’s father asked her one morning in early December as the family ate breakfast. For once he wasn’t reading the newspaper. Bobby was playing with Snuggles the gerbil. The gerbil who was the size of a guinea pig. Snuggles snarled at Jennifer, but cuddled up with his master. It was so unfair, since not only had she resurrected the ungrateful critter, but she was still stuck with cleaning its cage. Her mother buzzed around, filling her father’s coffee cup and hovering in the background to see what her sweetie lambkins would say.


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