Ariel: The First Guardian – Check it out!

I’ve decided to return to my blog after a long hiatus (following the birth of my baby boy) to introduce you to Sydney Scrogham’s latest installment in the Guardians of Agalrae series.

A prequel, Ariel: The First Guardian can easily be enjoyed on its own. You can purchase this story and others in the series on Amazon. You can also learn more about Sydney and her work on her website at

Sydney is an experienced writer with a positive message. She loves creating happy endings. When she’s not writing, she’s at the barn with her horse Snowdy or catching up on reruns of the best TV show ever – Castle. She lives in Harrisonburg, Virginia with an adorable dachshund named Zoe.

Check her out on Facebook at SydneyScroghamWriter or follow her on Twitter @sydney_writer.

Apple & Oranges: New Installment

Mr. Garou hadn’t spoken, but his very presence interrupted David, arresting his voice in his throat. Mr. Garou stood some seven, eight, twenty feet tall. His shoulders stressed the limits of his cheap suit jacket in a way that reminded David of Andre the Giant applying for a position in sales. There was nothing humorous about it though. David imagined Mr. Garou tearing the seams of his jacket and popping the buttons on his dress shirt in a similar way to how he might tear and pop David in a moment. The aggressively unsavory look on the man’s face cascaded down his body in tiny tremors, urging his hands into fists, a position David imagined they were all too familiar with.

“Ha! Yeah, me too. Sorry I can’t get a decent fucking scotch around here.” Mr. Garou’s body sighed a little as he turned to an empty bottle of Glennlivich. The tiny bit of tension it let out seemed futile to David, like a boat losing water at one ounce per gallon it took on. Those paying close attention may feel briefly heartened, but the boat was still ultimately going to sink. David watched warily as Mr. Garou poured himself a tumbler of cheap whiskey with one tremulous hand. He imagined, if he were to turn around, Mr. Garou would just tear the top of the bottle off with his teeth and down it glass and all.

“We were just going dad.” Tay piped up once it became clear that her dad was not about to explode.

“Going? Ha! Not you sweetie, I need you to get me a lime.” Mr. Garou paused and turned to David. “Or you. You could get me a lime couldn’t you boy?”

“I’ll show him where they…”

“He can find a damn lime Taylor.” His voice was silk and made Taylor blanche. As David watched them, he felt they were speaking a secret language. A language built on threats and bad memories.

  • Taylor and David Chapter Five: The Monster Under Your Bed
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Apple & Sparky Chapter Three: The Delicacy of Paper

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When the coast was clear, a few of us peaked in her room to see what the paper was about. It read:

1) Suit
2) Haircut
3) Job
4) Apartment
5) Fish
6) Crib

The poker chip read “6 months”.

There in six easy words and a plastic disc was the story of a man looking for forgiveness.

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Apple & Sparky Chapter Two: The Pop-Tart Paradox

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When Apple wasn’t going on and on about her baby and Sparky wasn’t going on and on about his mother, they were together. Apple had opened Matilda again. She and Sparky would sit in the Reading Room at the other end of the hallway from the TV Room and Cafeteria. She would read out loud from Matilda and Sparky would lounge back in a battered old chair to listen. When they did this, they weren’t part of us anymore. They were relaxing on a Sunday afternoon. In one hand, Sparky cradled a cigar between a thumb and forefinger, letting it dip lackadaisically until he was ready to bring it to his lips and drag. His was a long, deep drag. He was a pro, blowing Sunday smoke rings out over the bookcase. Apple read and smiled, pausing now and again to shift flirtatiously in her Sunday dress or gaze out the Sunday window. There were no bars, never bars, on the Sunday window.

We were jealous. That room was never a Sunday room for us. It was always just the hospital Reading Room. It was always no day. We liked to watch though as if it were a deliciously revealing TV show. We liked to watch and imagine ourselves living other people’s lives.

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