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Murders At Sunny Green Acres Naturist Campgrounds

Well, all good things have to come to an end. At some point, I just had to get out of the hammock and get on with life. By life, I mean beach walking, writing, editing, and some socialising on-line and off-line. Hammock life is a hard life, especially on my back. Heading out into nature reinvigorates and removes all aches and pains.

As far as my writing is concerned, I am now at 2,500 words and there is still no indication as to who is responsible for two deaths in the naturist campgrounds, or why they were murdered. Since I only have 2,500 words left, I need to find out the answers to these questions, I have my work cut out for me. I’m not used to writing short stories, preferring to use the complicated and intricate laying down of plot, motives, psychological profiles of characters, and so on. Likely, I will go way over the 5,000 words and find myself doing a lot of pruning of the first draft. The muse has returned from a brief day off.


  1. Paul

    2 dead ones in 1 story? Sheesh, you are on a killing spree. Is that the Ecuadorian air?

    • skyclad

      I guess the heat is making me short tempered. LOL! Actually, who I thought would be the murderer is the second victim. Now my story is in a real pickle of a situation. Who in hell killed these two nudists?

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