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d s kubil
I write across a variety of genres, including science fiction, suspense thrillers, romantic comedy, contemporary fiction, fantasy, and poetry. My stories are filled with mystery, tension, conflict, humor, and unforgettable characters facing life-changing situations.
Several books are currently in final preparation and will soon be available for publication.
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Novels Future Perfect Sci-Fi Granny's Day in Paradise Rom-Com A Pact of Lies Suspense Thriller A Step Away: Helen's Story Contemporary Fiction |
Novellas The Wash Thriller The Incident at Bear Crossing Historic Sci-Fi/Fantasy Poetry Collection We Are Not Dinosaurs |
Future Perfect
Sci-Fi
A story about a grandmother and her grandchildren.
Granny's Day in Paradise
Rom-Com
A Sci-fi that will make you question everything you thought was true.
A Pack of Lies A small town story of lies and deceit. Sunday Afternoon Emma Long “Are you packed, deary, and ready to go?” The nurse with a sunshine voice asked.
30
“Was someone bringing clothes from my house?” Emma asked.
“Don’t you like the hospital’s very fashionable, tie-in-the-back, hundred percent cotton gown?” The nurse laughed.
Emma inhaled, but didn’t answer.
“Let me check at the desk.”
Emma nodded as the nurse left. Emma wearied of all the chit-chat and pointless joking around, the noisy trays with the rattling pill bottles parading up and down the halls at all hours of the day and night. She yearned to return to her peaceful farmhouse with cattle grazing a stone’s throw away, the elm and oak trees in the yard, and Homeboy’s laughter as he’d swoop into her backyard on his bicycle.
The door burst open. Ed and Rosy Baker a spirited couple in their eighties, entered ahead of Emma's nurse. “Your rescuers have arrived,” the nurse said. “The toothbrush, little toothpaste, and comb are yours to take home. Of course, you get to keep our very stylish slippers.” The friendly nurse went into the bathroom and continued to name all the things Emma could take with her.
A A Step Away: Helen's Story A small town story of lies and deceit. Sunday Afternoon Emma Long “Are you packed, deary, and ready to go?” The nurse with a sunshine voice asked.
Contemporary Fiction
30
“Was someone bringing clothes from my house?” Emma asked.
“Don’t you like the hospital’s very fashionable, tie-in-the-back, hundred percent cotton gown?” The nurse laughed.
Emma inhaled, but didn’t answer.
“Let me check at the desk.”
Emma nodded as the nurse left. Emma wearied of all the chit-chat and pointless joking around, the noisy trays with the rattling pill bottles parading up and down the halls at all hours of the day and night. She yearned to return to her peaceful farmhouse with cattle grazing a stone’s throw away, the elm and oak trees in the yard, and Homeboy’s laughter as he’d swoop into her backyard on his bicycle.
The door burst open. Ed and Rosy Baker a spirited couple in their eighties, entered ahead of Emma's nurse. “Your rescuers have arrived,” the nurse said. “The toothbrush, little toothpaste, and comb are yours to take home. Of course, you get to keep our very stylish slippers.” The friendly nurse went into the bathroom and continued to name all the things Emma could take with her.
The Wash
Thriller
From Homeless to having a home.
Sunday Afternoon
Emma Long
30
“Are you packed, deary, and ready to go?” The nurse with a sunshine voice asked.
“Was someone bringing clothes from my house?” Emma asked.
“Don’t you like the hospital’s very fashionable, tie-in-the-back, hundred percent cotton gown?” The nurse laughed.
Emma inhaled, but didn’t answer.
“Let me check at the desk.”
Emma nodded as the nurse left. Emma wearied of all the chit-chat and pointless joking around, the noisy trays with the rattling pill bottles parading up and down the halls at all hours of the day and night. She yearned to return to her peaceful farmhouse with cattle grazing a stone’s throw away, the elm and oak trees in the yard, and Homeboy’s laughter as he’d swoop into her backyard on his bicycle.
A The Incident at Bear Crossing
Historic Sci-Fi/Fantasy
From Homeless to having a home.
Sunday Afternoon
Emma Long
30
“Are you packed, deary, and ready to go?” The nurse with a sunshine voice asked.
“Was someone bringing clothes from my house?” Emma asked.
“Don’t you like the hospital’s very fashionable, tie-in-the-back, hundred percent cotton gown?” The nurse laughed.
Emma inhaled, but didn’t answer.
“Let me check at the desk.”
Emma nodded as the nurse left. Emma wearied of all the chit-chat and pointless joking around, the noisy trays with the rattling pill bottles parading up and down the halls at all hours of the day and night. She yearned to return to her peaceful farmhouse with cattle grazing a stone’s throw away, the elm and oak trees in the yard, and Homeboy’s laughter as he’d swoop into her backyard on his bicycle.
Poetry Collection
From Homeless to having a home.
Sunday Afternoon
Emma Long
30
“Are you packed, deary, and ready to go?” The nurse with a sunshine voice asked.
“Was someone bringing clothes from my house?” Emma asked.
“Don’t you like the hospital’s very fashionable, tie-in-the-back, hundred percent cotton gown?” The nurse laughed.
Emma inhaled, but didn’t answer.
“Let me check at the desk.”
Emma nodded as the nurse left. Emma wearied of all the chit-chat and pointless joking around, the noisy trays with the rattling pill bottles parading up and down the halls at all hours of the day and night. She yearned to return to her peaceful farmhouse with cattle grazing a stone’s throw away, the elm and oak trees in the yard, and Homeboy’s laughter as he’d swoop into her backyard on his bicycle.
We Are Not Dinosaurs
From Homeless to having a home.
Sunday Afternoon
Emma Long
30
“Are you packed, deary, and ready to go?” The nurse with a sunshine voice asked.
“Was someone bringing clothes from my house?” Emma asked.
“Don’t you like the hospital’s very fashionable, tie-in-the-back, hundred percent cotton gown?” The nurse laughed.
Emma inhaled, but didn’t answer.
“Let me check at the desk.”
Emma nodded as the nurse left. Emma wearied of all the chit-chat and pointless joking around, the noisy trays with the rattling pill bottles parading up and down the halls at all hours of the day and night. She yearned to return to her peaceful farmhouse with cattle grazing a stone’s throw away, the elm and oak trees in the yard, and Homeboy’s laughter as he’d swoop into her backyard on his bicycle.