Blogger Author Novels & Stories

"Please call me Nate." "Alright Sir...I mean Nate," I chuckle nervously, taking my seat beside him. "There are a few things I'd like for you to keep in mind. This blog bears no ill intent. The news on it are not different from the ones put out by credible news outlets and the media. The only difference is that I add my own twang. My own style to make it witty and engaging." "Don't worry about it," he guffaws, taking the laptop from me. "I don't judge. And I'm sure it's a brilliant blog."

Proserpina Around the same time as Lucien began to grow distant, the strange messages started to come. I had begun to write a blog. It had begun as a hobby. Egged on by my children and friends, especially James Schwartz, who kept praising my culinary skills, I began to write a blog on social media about cooking. It had become a runaway hit to my astonishment and I updated it every day, diligently, astonished by the number of followers I had! So I was mildly astonished at first when I came across the first comment that seemed strangely off.