Psychological Suspense, Travel, Romance, Erotica, Paranormal - Stories, Poetry, and Excerpts
Read never before published stories and excerpts from J. Sharland’s novels including the fact-based-fiction suspense travel thriller Under the Umbrella of Paradise, the paranormal psychological suspense novel Shadows of the Ripples, and the suspense travel horror novel The RV Park.
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A Morning on the Porch at Our Jungle Home (During Our Last Days Here)
It’s early Sunday morning. I am alone on my porch at my house because my husband is traveling and won’t be back for two more days.
It’s very still out here. The village we live in has not awakened.
What Life is Like Living in the Tropics in a Palapa
Traveling with our RV in 2004, we found PaaMul, which was an RV park in the state of Quintana Roo, Mexico. It was located south of Playa del Carmen, a small beach town that catered to tourists on the Caribbean coast of the Yucatan Peninsula. We were looking for a place to camp that would have access to a dive shop, and PaaMul fit those needs.
The Case of the Stolen Wallet, Keys, Sunglasses, and Phone
"I thought that because both my wallet and phone were still missing, it was likely a somebody, not something, stole my things, and that made me feel very ill.”
The Scorpion and Our Helpful Neighbors
We thought we'd found our piece of paradise at an RV park in the tropics of the Yucatan; however, it didn't take long to realize that the 'paradise' part may be a myth.
Morning Routine - An Excerpt from my novel “Under the Umbrella of Paradise”
Being an early riser, not having a clue what time the sun would decide to pop up, that first morning I went out with time enough not to miss a single minute of its arrival. After I got dressed and eased quietly out the door, I was surprised that it was still dark. No sign of possible daylight as I walked across the street to the beach.
The Jungle’s Secret, Part Five
One of the men walked over to us. “Cállete!” he yelled, sticking the barrel of the rifle in our faces and then moving it and the stock to beckon us to start walking. He took us over to where Cecil was standing with the Federale’s gun pointed at him and bound the three of us together. The two women were further away tied to a tree, which made me really angry to see. I needed to figure out a way to get us out of this mess.
The Dance of the Candlestick Flower
From my window I did see,
Movements, peeking erratic-ally.
Who is looking in at me?
Someone that should not be?
I feared to seek
The one to sneak
and take a peek
To be a freak
Or too meek
To meet one as chic
As I am thought to be.
Our 4,000 Mile Drive Home from the Yucatan Peninsula - In Song, Poem and Photographs, Part 1
We sing the Blues as we leave the warmth, the sea and the tropical hues,
But we’ll be back in the Fall to enjoy our house that has few walls, and
we’ll see our friends we leave behind, start Happy Hours to relieve the grind of what to do, where to go, to dine in, or out or see a show.
Whatever we plan you can be sure that what we do will be pure
of joy and sun that will abound along with birds of which will sound
like music to my ears.