Books Of July

A new feature where I will pick 3 books to read in a month then review them when I have completed them. Each review will be on done on goodreads and then posted to inshannonsmind.

Note; reviews will be displayed on my sidebar!

And now to this month’s ‘books of’


Nod By Adrian Barnes518VscHVuHL

Dawn breaks over Vancouver and no-one has slept the night before, or almost no one. A few people, perhaps one in ten thousand can still sleep, and they’ve all shared the same strange, golden dream. A handful of children still sleep as well, but what they’re dreaming remains a mystery. After six days of absolute sleep deprivation, psychosis will set in. After four weeks the , the body will die. In the interim, panic ensues and a bizarre new world arises in which those previously on the fringes of society take the lead. One couple experience a lifetime in a week as he continues to sleep, she begins to disintegrate before him, and the new world swallows the old one whole…


The Night Bird By Brian Freeman


Homicide detective Frost Easton doesn’t like coincidences. When a series of bizarre deaths rock San Francisco—as seemingly random women suffer violent psychotic breaks—Frost looks for a connection that leads him to psychiatrist Francesca Stein. Frankie’s controversial therapy helps people erase their most terrifying memories…and all the victims were her patients.

As Frost and Frankie carry out their own investigations, the case becomes increasingly personal—and dangerous. Long-submerged secrets surface as someone called the Night Bird taunts the pair with cryptic messages pertaining to the deaths. Soon Frankie is forced to confront strange gaps in her own memory, and Frost faces a killer who knows the detective’s worst fears.

As the body count rises and the Night Bird circles ever closer, a dedicated cop and a brilliant doctor race to solve the puzzle before a cunning killer claims another victim.


Blink By Niamh O’ Connor


DI Gavin Sexton is looking into a spate of teenage suicides when he encounters a young girl, paralyzed with locked-in syndrome. Unable to communicate in any other way, she blinks the words: ‘I hired a hitman’.
Was it suicide?
Recovering from loss of sight, Sexton’s old partner DI Jo Birmingham is keeping her promise to investigate the apparent suicide of Sexton’s own wife, Maura. But why does he no longer seem to care? Secrets thrive on stigma.

Sexton believes the girl who cannot move has suffered enough. But how far should he go to protect her? And what if Jo discovers an uncomfortable truth?



Oh, Hi There!


Oh, Hi there!

I’ve been inactive for the past 2 weeks and I thought I would just post a little update as to what’s going down, so adjust your eyes and get comfy.

I created a new feature at the start of July called ‘Books of July’ where I pick a few books, read them and then review them on goodreads. After this though I didn’t post.

Let me explain;

I didn’t have “writer’s block”, my mood wasn’t at it’s best but in the past couple of weeks but I have received word on a university course I applied to which has gave me some motivation. 

I am also finally going to be posting my ‘The Last Person On Earth’ short story and the 3rd part to ‘Curiosity Killed The Cat’ in the upcoming weeks.

For now that’s all I got,




A note on today’s one word prompt: When I saw this word today, I instantly remembered about a small paragraph I had wrote a little while back.
So on that note adjust your eyes and get comfy.
Oh why must we walk this cruel earth, shackled to the chains of this illusion.
Our minds are the masters and our bodies are the puppets.
How can the mind be so convinced
by this illusion?


via Daily Prompt: Illusion

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Curiosity Killed The Cat – Part 2

In this second installment of Curiosity Killed The Cat, the story expands on who the thief is and introduces a couple of new characters. It also focusses on the diner, why is it so important?

To refresh your mind here is a link to the first part: Curiosity Killed The Cat – Part 1

Now adjust your eyes and get comfy, read on for part 2…

Paying the bartender what he owed, the man staggered out of the bar. Walking harzardly down the street and around the corner to where his car should’ve been. The man gazed at the empty space.
His thoughts swayed, just like he did. The winning thought was that he had to call Vinnie. Patting himself down he located his phone. After 2 rings, Vinnie picked up.

“What is it, Wolgast”
“He’s gone, the car’s gone”
Vinnie sighed “What are you talking about?”
In his drunken state he repiled “You know, he’s gone”
“Where are you? Are you drunk? You better not be drunk”
“Vinnie, there’s a dead man in that car, it’s gone… that hit”
“Seriously Wolgast, you can’t do one fucking thing” Vinnie was annoyed now.
“Where the fuck are you?”
“30, 30… 33rd street”
“I’ll be there in 10 minutes” Vinnie hung up.

Wolgast almost dropped his phone as he put it back in his pocket. He felt the corners of the cigar packet as memories of the day came back to his drunk mind, like a fog. Wolgast didn’t have a clue what time it was as he stood in the empty street, waiting. Vinnie finally pulled up in front of him. “Get in the car” Wolgast stumbled across and got in the car.

“Where are we going?”
“To a motel now shut up, I need to make a phonecall”
After all of 20 minutes, they were in the motel room. They had to think of a plan but neither of them spoke. Wolgast got the bed and Vinnie took the 2 seater.

Vinnie knew he wasn’t going to get Wolgast to talk rationally in his state. Was it really that cartel? He knew he should’ve went with Wolgast. Nobody knew of Vinnie and Wolgast, so who took the car?

Vinnie’s eyes strained just like his thoughts, sleep was upon him.

  • * *

The border had been a struggle but the thief managed to get through. Unaware of the contents in the trunk just slowly rotting away. The thief was in his late 20’s, a no good crook from North Virginia. Jeremian, the man that got nowhere.

Jeremian drove for about 20 miles or so until a diner came into view , it was quiet. Jeremian never parked right outside the diner, thinking it was better to keep the car on the road incase he had to get away.

Getting out the car, he approached the diner. It was empty. From the outside Jeremian couldn’t see anybody. He tried the door to the dinner, again it opened just like that, Jeremian started to think he had a magic touch.

He took a seat in the nearest booth and stared straight ahead, why was the diner empty? It didn’t look abandoned, it looked ready for business. The atomsphere was building and Jeremian knew it, he got up and checked the till without going behind he counter, BINGO! A 100 dollars. He left without a trace, not knowing what was coming to him.

  • * *

The morning had been a dull one as Vinnie drank his coffee steadily. Wolgast woke up at the loud bang of the door as Vinnie stepped inside. Vinnie gave Wolgast a few minutes to wake up as he had it all planned out.

Wolgast sat on the side of the bed, no signs of a hangover, just a headache. He glanced over at Vinnie then got up to the bathroom. When he came out, Vinnie was ready to go. Wolgast picked up the other coffee from the table and followed him out the door.

It wasn’t until they were in the car that they started talking.
“So… what’s the plan?”
“I know of a diner, about 20 miles after the border” Vinnie replied in a fast manner.
“A diner? What for?” Wolgast was confused, the car was gone and they had to go to a diner?
“You’ll see”

Vinnie and Wolgast drove late into the night, racing down the boulevards.
Throughout the situation Vinnie wanted to remain hidden, untraceable, unknown from the world… a ghost.

Descending into a street to lay low for the night, they decided it was best to sleep in the car and slowly Vinnie and Wolgast fell asleep to the hum of the world. 

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Another one word prompt! And another poem!


The past is a tricky thing.
Sometimes it’s etched in stone.
and other times,
it’s rendered in faint memories.
but if you meddle too long in deep,
dark things, who knows,
What demons you’ll awaken?




via Daily Prompt: Meddle

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This is the first daily prompt I have done which is a short poem. When I read the word taper I though of this idea of a woman setting her house on fire because she was teriminally ill and had an unknown amount of time left to live. Her husband wanted her to get all these treatments that could have helped her but she just gave up…

The vapor of smoke
Hung in the air
Then falling to drape her
Only to taper

The clock turns it’s hand
As she lay in her dreamland
Her eyelids declined
Between the fine line
Of sleep and wake
Only to taper

He never forgave her…


via Daily Prompt: Taper

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The Last Person On Earth

I am in the early stages of writing a short story that ventures into the post- apocalyptic world but with the intent of focusing on the element of how it would affect a person’s mind. 
Imagine if you woke up to discover that no was around, like everyone completely dissappeared?  You are in one part of the world, how do you know that your truly the last person on earth? Are you really alone? 

Now get comfy and adjust your eyes and read the small excerpt below… 
I sometimes feel like my mind’s trying to take me over, like AI robots will soon take over humans. I feel as if it wasn’t for my physical anatomy, my mind would burst like a can of worms. 

My temples pulsate as if in rhythm to my heart to tell me that each second I’m breathing, that theres overload of information waiting, ready to swallow me whole. 

I glance out the window as I wipe the last teat of despair from my face. Alone in my room, as I stare at the world, I may as well be the last person on earth… 

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