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Friday, December 30, 2011

Free copy of Birthright

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/54200



Free book offer!
Promotional price: $0.00
Coupon Code: BH93C
Expires: May 18, 2012

To start out the new year I am offering to all my friends and anyone else a free copy
of my Best Seller Birthright!

HAPPY NEW YEAR TO YOU ALL!!! Please give a review when finished reading.

Tuesday, December 20, 2011

I'm free!

Ok, so you all read my post about "The Art of being Published" well, I have been set free from this publisher! I simply wrote him a small, but fully packed letter informing him of our
contractual agreement to which he was not doing his part in it and that I wanted my ebook that they had published off the market because I did not want my writing represented by this publisher.
Oh, and that the manuscripts I had sent to him be destroyed. His reply? "I understand and I wish you the best of luck!"

Here I was all set to give him what for if he decided to give me a hard time and his reply back was rather nice and non-offending...darn!

Seriously, I'm glad that it went as well as it did. From my last post on this matter, I come to find yet another author who was contracted with this publisher was having the same if not identical situation that I found myself in. So now I wonder how many more authors that are bound by his ill-conceived notion of publishing are finding difficulty as well and don't know better?

To end this post, I will say how much better I feel knowing that my writings are back and totally mine to do what I wish and publish them with another publisher.

Sunday, December 18, 2011

The Art of being published

Ok, now I may not know everything when it comes to being published, but I do know when someone isn't doing their end of the bargain. In that I mean, from my experiences there are different kinds of publishers, those who are awesome at what they do and those that bloody stink at it and the in-betweeners (new word for those that don't have a "exact" position in my list yet).

A good publisher not only sticks to what they promise and give you a contract for everything they publish of yours and when they give you a deadline for whatever (ie.submissions, edits and publishing date) they stick to it and to me that is great, because being a Type A personality, I have to have things exact and know where things are going so that I can plan accordingly when it comes to book signings, etc.

Then, there are the ones who for the life of me...I get rather annoyed with. Not only do they ignore questions you may have asked them, but they don't deliver. Oh sure, they start off good (the infamous hook) and tell you all their marketing, promotional strategies and what they plan on doing with your work, and then...ba-zinga...the first telltale signs start to creep out and then you begin to have your doubts about having signed a contract with them. "Oh, that little voice inside me is "really" giving it to me good." Should have listened to it.

I get super annoyed when I'm told one thing and then it doesn't pan out! How in the bloody hell am I to organize book signings or promotional events if what I'm told doesn't happen, makes me look like I don't know what the hell I'm doing when in all cases it's the publishers fault!

So, I'm venting out my frustrations because right now I'm in one of those predicaments and I'm pissed off, annoyed and whatever other choice word I may come up with.

So, if you are a newbie at writing, word of advise to you, check the publisher out thoroughly, make sure you get a contract with every new submission, check out what reviews there are from past authors that have worked with them. This I did and found nothing bad about them, so that didn't work for me. It wasn't until I was already into it that their true colors came out...grrrr and if you have any doubts or mis-understandings you don't comprehend clearly...ASK and keep asking until you get what you want and feel comfortable with the results. Also, if you have a little voice, feeling inside you that makes you doubt the publisher, you are more than likely correct and should avoid them at all costs.

One more thing, a 2 year rights on your work is a bit excessive and so that should be a red flag right there.

To end this, I will say, good luck to all of you and your writings, may you all have great successes.

By the way, AngelicKnight Press and Vamplit Publishing are the two best publishers to work with!

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Art classes are done...look out sequel here I come!

Ok, I know I haven't been around much, that with art courses at night after working 6 hours with autistic students, and my failing health, I now can sit back without any other issues that have been hampering my ability to write and finish my sequel.

Oh, I have been writing short stories here and there, but with the rave reviews from people who have read Birthright, I really need to focus now on the sequel. I don't plan on taking another art course this next semester because I want to finish this novel by next year...big dreams huh?

Also, I don't if any of you know this, but Birthright goes on consignment at Finnegan's Bookstore in Utica where my story takes place. A book signing to kick it off this coming January, still not sure of the date, I haven't heard back from him. So, I'm hoping for a big success, but I'm not hanging on it though, seems that when I do, it usually doesn't pan out. But I did make an awesome movie of it and a great book poster to put in their window.

So, I'll be in touch more now that things, well some things, have died down a bit. I'll keep you posted on my opening event at Utica.

Tuesday, December 6, 2011

Twas the Night That Was Creepy

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, except dear old Klaus
The clothes were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that the blood smell still would be there.

The coven were nestled all dead in their beds,
While visions of horror played in their heads
And Katherine in her black dress and Klaus in his cape
Had just finished sucking on the misses’ dear nape.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
He sprang from his feeding to see what was the matter.
Away to the window he flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave a worry to people from their homes just below
When, what to my blackening eyes should appear,
But a gorgeous young woman who stood without fear.

With a little waistline, immortal herself,
I knew in a moment this was no elf.
More rapid than ravens her vamps they did came,
And she hissed and shouted, and called them by name!

“Now Devon! Now Dion! Now, Petter and Vic!
On, Conrad! On, Curtis! On, Donovan and Nick!
To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall!
Now fly away! Fly away! Fly away all!

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the house-top the vampires they flew,
With throats parched and thirsty and ready to chew!

And then, in a twinkling, I heard outside
The screaming and hissing of each vampires cry.
As Klaus drew in his head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney Victoria came with a bound.

She was dressed all in black, from her head to her foot,
And her clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A group of newborns she had by her back,
And she looked like she was ready for her first midnight snack.

Her eyes how they twinkled! Her fangs sharp and pointy!
Her face was like winter, cold and so icy!
Her red little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the skin of her chest was as white as the snow.

The stump of a finger held tight in her teeth,
And the blood that was oozing, pooled just beneath
She had a small face and a little round ass,
That shook when she ran, quick like and fast!

She was sexy and fine, a perfect old vamp
An d Klaus got turned on when he saw her run up the steep ramp.
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave her to know she had nothing to dread.

She spoke not a word, but went straight to her work,
And filled all his needs then turned with a jerk.
And laying her finger aside of her nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney she rose!

She sprang to her feet, to her coven gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard her exclaim, “ere she flew out of sight,
“Happy blood sucking to all, and to all a good-night!”

Saturday, November 19, 2011

The Undoing of Catherine
























I can’t imagine being soulless, in fact the very thought scared me, there wasn’t very many things that had, so why was I bothered by this?

Sitting in my living room, I realized that I hadn’t been told her name or anything about her life. The only remembrance of her was this picture that hung above the mantel. She was a vision, beautiful, with ivory skin and eyes that shone like brilliant jewels. I was envious of her.

“I see you have met our Elizabeth, beautiful is she not?”

Grandfather, a walking encyclopedia had just entered.

“Yes she is, very beautiful…who was she?”

With a sigh he continued, “She was my Great, Great, Great Aunt. Obviously I had never met her, but was told many stories of her tragic, short life.” He sat down in his lounging chair, dressed in his robe and slippers looking pensive.

“Tragic? You look troubled Grandfather, why?” I knelt down at his feet. Something in the way he looked just then concerned me.

“I’m alright Catherine, it’s just that what was done to her…it was unspeakable, truly a heinous crime.”

I couldn’t imagine what had gone down, especially when it happened before he was born, but whatever it was must have been truly horrific. My skin prickled at the thought and I stared back at him-was that a tear I just saw or had I just imagined it?

“I’m sorry if I have upset you Grandfather.”

“Catherine nothing you could say or do would upset me…you must think I’m an old fool. Here I am, a grown man, and I’m getting all emotional over someone I had never met, but It does bother me greatly. After all, she was family.”

I wasn’t sure if I should ask how she died, not wanting to troubled him further, but I wanted to know more and as it was, he continued.

“It was a very long time ago. Our heritage dates back to England. She lived in Berkshire. Back then, as you well know, modern medicines weren’t as evolved as they are now and so many people died needlessly because of it…she had taken ill.”

“What did she have?”

“Consumption…she was only in her twenties when it happened and from what I was told she endured much pain. It was late Fall when she finally died and being contagious, was buried that same night. There was no funeral per say, just a quick burial.”

He took this time to pause and reflect before continuing on and it had looked as though he had aged slightly in those few minutes of our conversation. Thinking how odd that was, I had to look harder at his face, making sure I wasn’t seeing things. It was rather dark in the room and I thought that maybe the lights were playing with my eyes…they weren’t. I hadn’t noticed just then, but my Grandfather, sensing my confusion alerted me back to present time. I blushed.
“Catherine, why are you staring at me thusly?”

“Oh, sorry, it’s just…never mind, I guess I’m just tired.”

His puzzled gaze pierced through me as if to say, “I know what you are thinking.”
“Anyway, her brother, Paul, went to visit her grave a few days later. She always loved flowers, any kind and so he wanted to place some on her grave, but when he got there she was gone-someone dug her up. Her coffin was desecrated and her body...missing. The only thing that was left was her shroud. Paul went crazy. He didn’t know who would have done such a thing, it was incomprehensible and set him on the path of madness to which he took his own life.”

I understood the sorrow that they must have had, losing someone to an illness and then on top of that,someone steals the body. It must have been truly heart wrenching, but what I didn’t understand is the way my Grandfather was handling it. It was as if it had recently happened, in this century, when in actuality, it took place before he was born. A slow, but steady uneasiness crept up my spine, rendering me chilled and …

A warning cloud settled on his features as he gazed intently at me and I, being made to feel very much the prey inched myself away from him.

“Catherine you seem…scared. Is everything alright?” He said smoothly, with no expression on his face.

Awkwardly, I cleared my throat. “Um, sure…great, why do you ask?”

His eyes were icy and unresponsive as he approached me.

“Catherine, come now, let us be honest with each other. You know something don’t you?”

I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. With every moment that passed by, he would age in front of me. Not in a fast way mind you, it was ever so faint like, but the difference was there. This not only puzzled me but scared the hell out of me as well. I didn’t understand what was happening or why and why now, why not any other time? What was so special about right now? I was trying to think of anything that I could connect it to, but was coming up blank.

“Do you Catherine know what day it is? You must otherwise you wouldn’t be backing away from me. Please stop…” His eyes that once seemed kind and gentle were now dark,and hard like bits of stone…cold.

“Stop I said!” He said the words with the certainty of a man who could no longer deal patiently with me.

I froze in my spot, too scared to get up and run for the door like I had wanted to just then, but I couldn’t, literally. His gazed was so fierce, so strong that it was as if some power held me there.

“Now, answer…”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I only know that you’re scaring me. I thought you loved me.”

“Who said I didn’t? Catherine, I’m your Grandfather, I love you as if you were my own child, but now tell me, what day is it?” He asked again, and this time his voice had changed, it was friendlier, but I was on to him.

“I don’t know, why not clue me in…Grandfather.” My voice was shakier than I would have liked, but I said it in a firm tone.

There was a trace of laughter in his voice, “Just like her too, pity.”

I lifted my chin, meeting his icy gaze straight on.

“I see your defiance and it’s very admirable of you, but also very foolish, not to mention rude. I can see you refuse to answer my question and so I’ll tell you. Today is the day she died.”

“So, what do you what me to do? Grieve with you?” I know I sounded a bit disrespectful, but my gut feeling told me that something was up and that something wasn’t good.

“No, but celebrate with me...and her.”

The surprise siphoned the blood from my face and I started, realized he was not what I thought. Just then, I creak was heard behind me and I turned swiftly toward it.

There on the staircase was this woman, dressed in a billowy gown of ivory. So light and translucent that I could see her body underneath it, supple and pale. Her thick dark hair hung in long graceful curves over her shoulders and her face was austere, her manner, haughty as she descended down to meet us.

“Catherine, this is Elizabeth…meet your maker of darkness.”


Wednesday, November 9, 2011

Ghostly Apparation

Hooked

Light pierced my eyes as I wearily opened them. A drowsy humor, like poison flowed through my veins burning. I screamed out in pain only to find that I had no voice. What hell is this that I should be put to such torture? My throat is parched, I need of drink. Beads of sweat rolled into my eyes, stinging like needles. I went to wipe dry but found that my arms were bound with iron shackles and my legs too.

My weary body ached all over and with every motion brought new pain. I forced my eyes to see what was happening, but the sun glared down into my eyes. I flinched at the brightness.

A noise much like that of many people was heard all around me. I turned my face to see, and there, before me a crowd, they jeered and called me names. They threw spoiled food at me and shouted, “Kill him!” Then I remembered. They are fools who follow a leader that takes their money and keeps it for himself, but I, for standing up and protecting what was rightly mine, am tortured. They killed my family, my only son who by all means was innocent. They will have their day.

“Art thou in pain?” A voice, rough and demanding shouted at me. Am I in pain…am I in pain? What are you blind man. Bastard. You, who hide behind a mask, be a man yourself. For this injustice, I will keep my silence and bare no ill effects from this game you play. I spat on him.

“Thou insolent beast, I’ll make thee pay for thine impertinence. Tighter!” He roared and the crowd cheered.

More spoilage was thrown upon me as the sounds of rope rubbing against wood pulled taunt. Bones that were once joined together, now split. My eyes and mouth flew wide opened as new pain made the old feel ten times worse. Tendons, ligaments ripped blood vessels that once were canals of life now stretched beyond their will, broke opened and my flesh turned into ghastly shades of blue as it pooled within the skin.

I wanted to scream the pain was unbearable, but I held fast. They laughed and cheered the monster on as he ordered the ropes still and then that is when, through pain of death, I saw a child…there in the crowd. He was so angelic, so beautiful. He did not join in with the rest; he just stood there and watched. I felt a connection, a bonding, something I hadn’t felt in years, and then he smiled. It was him; it was my child, my son. I tried to reach for him, but he shook his head against it.

“We want justice! We want justice!” They taunted him on.

I looked up toward the heavens and pleaded with God to take me now. To end this pain, but my words were unheard as vinegar was thrown on me. A searing, like that of a fire, burned my skin. I clenched my fists, my teeth to keep silent, they would not be sated. This is my revenge.

I glared at the hooded man, I showed him that he could not and would not win this and screamed, “Imigh sa diabhal!” It took all what strength I had left in me to scream it loud enough for all to hear. I screamed it again and again. I wanted justice for those that died at their hands, for the innocent lives they took…woman, children, wives and husbands. “Imigh sa diabhal!”

“Thou wilt pay for that blasphemy!” What I saw next, I knew was my end. A hook, black like death and sharp to do vile damage, he held it high. The crowd roared their delights; they were going to get their wish. I was going to be gutted, like a fish. In front of those that cheered him on. In front of my child, my son.

“I will give thee pardon, if thou speak loyalty to his Majesty.” He waited as if I would give him such satisfaction. The bloody bastard, who killed my family, killed the families of those that knew me well, and hung them like a whale in the court yard, dead or there soon would be. No… “No!”

Then, in one fell swoop the hook plunged deep within my belly. I gasped eyes wide with fear and pain. I tried to breath, but all that came was blood. Choking I looked into the crowd, but saw no one, no one but my son, whose smile was even brighter than before. Whose little hand reached for me and nodded.

Entrails ripped from me were held high for all to see. They applauded and cheered, but I didn’t see them, didn’t hear them. The pain was all but gone…I was finally at peace and I could give my soul to God.

“Father! It’s me Jonathan, you’ve finally come home!”

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

BOOK SIGNING

Hey guys! Having my first book signing event at the Cresthill McDonalds. Odd place you might think, but not really. You see, I worked there for over 17 years and became manager of it, so I know alot of the seniors who come everyday for their coffee clutch and some of the crew that I worked with still are there, so what better place than...there!

Here's the information again:

Cresthill McDonalds
1704 Plainfield Road
Cresthill, IL

Time: 2-5pm

November 8, 2011

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

CONGRATULATIONS!

I just wanted to say congratulations to:

Joe Beekman
Sandy M
Jason Darrick

You will be included in the upcoming sequel to Birthright! I want to thank those of you that did stop by and made such nice comments on the blog and the excerpt from Birthright. Thank you!

What a great way to meet new and awesome writers such as yourselves! (Round of applause)

Monday, October 31, 2011

Coffin Hopping

This was a great experience for me and what a way to meet other authors! Great exposure too!
Although I have to admit I didn't get to visit all the blogs, my busy life gave me hardly anytime to do so. I work seven hours a week with two autistic students and then school at night for my second degree and then on top of all that I have homework to do, which so far I have been able to maintain an "A" status, how I'll never know, but I am. So, trying to get in weekly flash stories for Vamplit and for Tristle press is hard. I often find the only time to write is during test taking time that my students are doing, or my lunch break and I usually can come up with a great story within the 80 minutes that the class is long. My longest story was almost 2000 words, that was "The House of Souls" I recently did.
I would love to win the lottery so that I can quite my job and buy this house I saw in Galena and just write and do my art. That is what I deem a perfect life.
Well, I'll send this out to the void and maybe, just maybe...someone is listening and give me a break...like maybe my book sales go wild and crazy and I can stop work....nah.......nice dream though!

If there are typos, it's because I"m being lazy bu not putting on my glasses.

Thanks everyone who came to visit my blog.

Emma art


Saturday, October 15, 2011

A "Scary" Scene from my novel...Birthright (Happy Halloween!)


Horror Web Tour

October 24-31, 2011

What better month than October for horror writers to crawl out of their coffins and spread the Halloween spirit!

Are you interested in winning great horror fiction and Halloween goodies the week of October 24-31, 2011?

Click on the links below to participating authors' websites. Each author has a contest to enter on their site.

Over 80 chances to win!

the gory details:

1) HAVE A SPOOKY FUN TIME!

2) INVITE YOUR FRIENDS AND SPREAD THE WORD!

3) THIS TOUR STARTS: Monday, October 24, 2011 at Midnight (PST)
THIS TOUR ENDS: Monday, October 31, 2011 at Midnight (PST)
Winners will be drawn and posted November 1, 2011

4) MEET AND MINGLE WITH THE AUTHORS! EXPERIENCE A NEW DESTINATION AT EVERY STOP! PARTICIPATE IN EVERY SITE'S CONTEST AND BE ENTERED FOR CHANCES TO WIN MULTIPLE PRIZES! EVERY BLOG VISITED IS ANOTHER OPPORTUNITY TO WIN!

5) PARTICIPATION AT ALL SITES IS RECOMMENDED, BUT NOT REQUIRED. THE MORE SITES YOU HOP, THE BETTER YOUR CHANCES OF WINNING PRIZES.

6) DID I MENTION TO HAVE A SPOOKY FUN TIME?

And to further scare you to bits, a scene from my novel, Birthright. Leave a comment with your email and I will pick three to be in the sequel! Good Luck!


Arriving back at the house, Mr Bennet stopped abruptly just outside the door front. “Something’s wrong; something or someone is here I can feel it.” He went inside and frantically began to search each room. “Candra, stay outside, it’s not safe in here,” he shouted, rushing upstairs, but I didn’t listen and followed him inside.
I walked in and found a stranger, a woman, standing like a statue by the stairs. Her clothes were torn and she swayed slightly from side to side. She looked distressed so I approached her slowly, trying to keep calm. She was breathing oddly; her diaphragm contracted awkwardly, as if laboring, when she inhaled and she looked dazed.
“Um, are you ok? How did you get in?” I watched her nervously as she turned her head slowly and looked right through me. Her eyes were lifeless and they were as dark as the night… like the child I saw in my vision. My heart thumped, self-preservation kicked in. Without outwardly showing the panic I was feeling, I started to inch myself backwards. The corners of her mouth curved upwards showing her fangs and her breathing rapidly changed. She started to pant very fast, almost convulsing as she sniffed the air, drool overflowed from her lips as she hissed, then leapt. I screamed out in terror as I hit the floor. She was now on top of me and grabbed my head pulling it upward toward her mouth.
With all my might, I punched her in the face and she fell to the side; quickly, I got up and ran for the front door. A loud growl came from behind me. Deep from within, my strength of character bubbled to the surface, the will to live still stronger than my will to die. My hand was within inches of the hall table and in one-fell-swoop I grabbed its leg, throwing the table at her, and ran. Within seconds, she had taken hold of me and held me fast by the neck.
“Hey, Candra… want to be blood sisters? No, I didn’t think you would, but we’ve almost known each other for so long I would think you might care that I’m hungry.”
I was nauseated. My mouth went dry as I tried to speak. “I remember you. You were the waitress at the diner,but I saw you the other day.”
She laughed at my words and her response held a note of impatience. “You were always such a loner, too good for the rest of us, a Rosewood, but right now I’ve got better things to do than talk to you. I’m hungry, starving in fact.”
“You’ll make my family angry if you kill me and I’m sure you wouldn’t want to deal with them, now would you?”
She wasn’t listening to me. She eyed me up and down just like a tasty morsel, ready to be eaten. “What do I care? When I am finished with you, then you can…” A guttural laugh came from deep within her as she said, “be with your parents.”
She held my throat so tight that just trying to take in a breath was difficult. “You’re hurting me.”
“Hurting you? That is my intention, Candra; this is what hunters call sport. I’m having fun watching you struggle. It makes your blood more pleasing, dinner should be a pleasure, not boring.” She exposed her fangs, moving in for the kill.
“Stop!” Mr Bennet stood at the top of the stairs. He had a huge crossbow with an arrow in place and aimed straight for her heart.
She hunched her shoulders and hissed loudly.
“You want to kill me so you can have her all for yourself, but we can share if you wish, I don’t mind.” Her fangs were resting on my throat when the arrow pierced her body. She arched, her head falling backwards. She clutched the stainless steel-tipped arrow jutting out from her chest. I will never forget the look of surprise on her face when she burst into flames. I scooted away from the vampire. Fire consumed her until she became nothing but a pile of burning embers smoldering on the floor.

Birthright CONTEST!

My life was a jigsaw and up until now, the majority of the pieces had been missing. My parents had loved me and I, whether I was their natural daughter or not, had loved them. Kane had put some of the pieces in place for me, he’d given me answers to some of the puzzle, but now we needed to move on and find out about my heritage. I needed to know where I’d come from and I needed to find out about the legacy that was my supposed birthright. I looked up at Kane and in his eyes and I saw everything I needed know.

The contest goes as follows: Leave your name and email and I'll pick three of you to be included in my sequel.

Satan's Toybox: Demonic Dolls!

http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/96577

Remember when you got your first doll; that loveable companion who saw you through the best and worst of days? Remember when Barbie was the doll version of who you wanted to be when you grew up? Be careful what you wish for…

AUTHORS:Yvonne Bishop, Marissa Farrar,Carole Gill, Scott Goriscak,Lisa McCourt Hollar
Lisamarie Lamb Claudia Lefeve Tim Marquitz Jason McKinney Sue Midlock
Rob Miller T.K. Millin Kate Monroe Stacey Turner J.G. Williams Sam Williams and
Blaze McRob

Thursday, October 13, 2011

Opulent Mar, #fridayflash

This tale is short, but to the point, its details horrific, tormenting with fright. Nevertheless, it is a tale that should be told and to be repeated…over and over…again…

Cold and breezy the night wind blows. Trees, whose colorful faces are now dark, craggy and foreboding, moan their lamentations of souls that have met their maker.

As the illuminating orb shines upon the earthen ground, strange new sound’s swim freely through nights air…I squirm ever so delightfully. Their shrills of laughter, and fright stir my soul as I watch…waiting, and waiting even longer for that precise moment when hell shall break loose once more. Victims, those who cannot be named, cannot be found and will not remain on this earth ever again.
I grin.

Slowly they came. Upon the witching hour of complete chaos they came. Running…running wildly as they went through the gnarled limbs of soldiers that stood many years before, laughing with their weapons held high and candles, lit, dripping wax. They came.

They ran without care, in madness unforeseen before until they came to a clearing, then stopped…dead. The soldiers, of which I had spoken of, now encircled them, waiting…watching their every move.

“Now!”

As the one, who held the knife plunged its silvery blade into the skin. Up and down he repeated his movement until he pulled part of its head off and threw it on the ground. They laughed loudly as they all stared deep within its wound.

It was glorious, a feat beyond compare. Oh how I reveled in their delight!

In silence they did their deed, pulling out guts with bare hands and tossing them to the ground without care, without concern until all was emptied. Then, to mark their claim they drove their knives in making holes within its victim’s body. Chunks of flesh lay on the ground, its yellowish tone shined in the moon light. It was finished.

Then solemnly one by one they took their candles and placed them in the cavernous body. All stood, and stared at what they had done. Their eyes shined in their masterpiece of fright as the victims face, glowered in the darkness. An eerie sight it was.

Having my night fulfilled as such, I took to the winds and flew away. Another Halloween pumpkin was made.

Monday, October 10, 2011

The Newspaper

One of my favorite holidays is Halloween. What kid doesn’t like dressing up in silly or scary costumes and receive free candy? I mean, it’s just a given right?

It was a Thursday, school didn’t let out until three and it was only twelve. “Oh my gosh could the day get any slower?” The clock on the wall in Mrs. McDonald’s room was purposely going slow, or at least it seemed so. She was droning on and on about some explorer, while I dreamed of mountains of candy I’d be bringing home tonight.

“Ethan…”

I was brought back into the real world. “Yeah?”

“Sorry to have awoken you from your day-dreaming, but can you tell me if we should celebrate Columbus Day or not.” She stood there, arms crossed in front of her and a very stern look on her face.

“I…” decided to liven things up a bit, “…believe we should. It would give us a day off of school!”

Everyone chimed in with their agreements, to which we were suddenly hushed.

“Aside from that fact Ethan, what else can you tell us as to why you would still celebrate it.”

I thought a moment, trying to look like I knew what the answer was, when actually I had no idea.

“I, ah…well it’s like this…”

“Yes…..?” She urged me on. I hated it when she did that, especially when she knew I had no real answer to give.

“He, he discovered America and for that we have no school!” Smiling proudly and knowing that I had actually figured out a pretty decent answer.

“Alright, I’ll accept that…for now. Anyone else?”

“I think we shouldn’t because he was greedy. All he wanted was gold and it didn’t matter how he got it, just as long as he got his way. The man was evil!”

Sara…I sighed. Sara always brown nosed her way in the classroom and with the teachers. Everyone hated her because she knew everything and didn’t mind showing off.

“Exactly, but he did do some good correct class?”

“Yes Ms. McDonald.” We all sung.

That’s how the last few classes went. Slow, boring and slow. It wasn’t until the last bell had rung, that I was running home and thinking about all the fun I was going to have. Mom was in the kitchen finishing dinner when she said, “Ethan, do me a favor tonight, could you?”

Oh, oh, here it comes, the old be careful, don’t talk to strangers, and don’t eat any candy until your father and I have inspected it first.

“Could you while you’re trick or treating stop by the Gallegers home and check to make sure someone had picked up their newspaper?”

“Oh sure! We were going to go their first. Mr. Galleger always dresses up and sits in front of their bay window.”

“Well, I hate to disappoint you, but they’re not home which is why I want you to check that out for me.”

What? No Mr. Galleger? He was the highlight of the whole holiday! I was disappointed. Every year we’d race to their house and he’d be there, looking spooky. We’d even brave it by making silly faces at him on the way to their front door. Then, we say those famous words, “Trick or treat!” and he’d come over to the door, open it, and without saying a word, other than growl, he dropped a piece of candy in our bags. It was so cool.

Dinner was good, although I don’t remember what it was because I ate it so fast. Mother kept telling me to slow down, but I had to get out fast before all the candy, well, all the good candy would be gone.

Ding, dong…

“It’s Freddie, time to go!” I leapt out of my seat and grabbed my bag on the way out. “See ya!”

“Be careful!” Those words rang truth.

“The streets were filled with kids running from house to house and all in the neatest costumes I had ever seen. I couldn’t recognize anyone, which was part of the fun and you could hear “trick or treat” from the other side of the block. What a night this was!

“Hey, we have to stop at the Gallegers first, my mom said I have to check to see if their newspaper was picked up or not.”

“Do we have too?” Freddie complained. “Scott told me that there’s this one house on Western Avenue that’s all decked out for Halloween and real live monsters! Oh, and that’s not all! Screaming zombies that fly out at you on a rope and a bloody head in a bowl whose eyes pop open when you look at it. But, and this is the best part, there’s this guy, looks like Jason from the movie Friday the 13th and he’s carrying this chainsaw, a real one! He’ll follow you around and just when you’re not looking he pulls the cord and starts it up! Yeah! I’m not kidding you either!”

“Whoa…” This sounded too good to pass up. “Ok, let’s do it, we can stop and check the Gallegers house on our way back.”

We rounded the corner and saw all the people. Tons and tons of them, all waiting in a line down the sidewalk and even the police were there for crowd and traffic control! Freddie was right, it was cool and I even saw some of the monsters he was talking about. Screams and laughter filled the air as we got closer.

It was an old Victorian house, whose wrought iron fence was draped with a black cloth, cobwebs and gore was strewn everywhere. We waited, patiently in line, and it wasn't a long wait, thank god, because I don’t think I could have waited much longer. While we waited to go in and get our candy though I was looking around for that Jason guy, but I didn’t see him.

It wasn’t until we had gotten in and received our candy from this witch, who by the way was real spooky looking, that I saw him. Oh man, Freddie was right, he had a real chain saw and was following kids around the sidewalk just in front of the house. I wanted to stay and watch a bit more, but then that guy spotted me and turned around and headed straight for us.

“Um, let’s go to the next block ok? This was fun, but that Jason dude is headed our way, and I really don’t want to deal with him.” I was nervous and the closer he got the more I wanted to just turn and run.

“Chicken! He’s not real! He’s just someone dressed up like Jason that’s all.”

I started to walk to Whittier Avenue and this guy kept on following us. I mean, we were half a block away from the house and he still kept on.

“H-he’s not stopping Freddie, what should we do?” Do? Run and run fast and don’t look back is what I wanted to do.

“Nothing! Look I’ll prove it to ya!” Freddie can be brave, but this time he was dumb.

I watched in horror as Freddie walked right up to him and started to make faces at the guy.

“Come and get me Jason! Come and get me!” He was laughing all the while.

Then the guy spoke. He spoke in such a monotone voice, that it creeped me out. “You forgot the newspaper.”

"..."

Then it happened. I hadn’t expected it, but it happened. The Jason guy raised his chain saw and then in one fell swoop, sawed Freddie’s head off. It fell to the ground, as did Freddie. His hideous look of shock , still frozen on his face. I. just. Froze.

When I found my voice I screamed. “Freddie!” The guy looked at me and turned around and headed back to the house.

I thought to myself, “this is a nightmare!” I don’t remember running, but I did apparently, because I found myself back at home.

“W-what am I gonna do? What am I gonna do?” Then I remembered what the guy said just before he killed Freddie and I thought, if I don’t get the newspaper, he’s gonna come after me!

Again, I ran as fast as I could to the Galleger's house, and sure enough there was the newspaper. I bent down and picked it up. As I turned around my heart leapt out of my chest. There, face to face was Freddie.

I screamed.




One of my favorite holidays is Halloween. What kid doesn’t like dressing up in silly or scary costumes and receive free candy? I mean, it’s just a given right?

It was a Thursday, school didn’t let out until three and it was only twelve. “Oh my gosh could the day get any slower?” The clock on the wall in Mrs. McDonald’s room was purposely going slow, or at least it seemed so. She was droning on and on about some explorer, while I dreamed of mountains of candy I’d be bringing home tonight.

“Ethan…”

I was brought back into the real world. “Yeah?”

“Sorry to have awoken you from your day-dreaming, but can you tell me if we should celebrate Columbus Day or not.” She stood there, arms crossed in front of her and a very stern look on her face.

“I…” decided to liven things up a bit, “…believe we should. It would give us a day off of school!”

Everyone chimed in with their agreements, to which we were suddenly hushed.

“Aside from that fact Ethan, what else can you tell us as to why you would still celebrate it.”

I thought a moment, trying to look like I knew what the answer was, when actually I had no idea.

“I, ah…well it’s like this…”

“Yes…..?” She urged me on. I hated it when she did that, especially when she knew I had no real answer to give.

“He, he discovered America and for that we have no school!” Smiling proudly and knowing that I had actually figured out a pretty decent answer.

“Alright, I’ll accept that…for now. Anyone else?”

“I think we shouldn’t because he was greedy. All he wanted was gold and it didn’t matter how he got it, just as long as he got his way. The man was evil!”

Sara…I sighed. Sara always brown nosed her way in the classroom and with the teachers. Everyone hated her because she knew everything and didn’t mind showing off.

“Exactly, but he did do some good correct class?”

“Yes Ms. McDonald.” We all sung.

That’s how the last few classes went. Slow, boring and slow. It wasn’t until the last bell had rung, that I was running home and thinking about all the fun I was going to have. Mom was in the kitchen finishing dinner when she said, “Ethan, do me a favor tonight, could you?”

Oh, oh, here it comes, the old be careful, don’t talk to strangers, and don’t eat any candy until your father and I have inspected it first.

“Could you while you’re trick or treating stop by the Gallegers home and check to make sure someone had picked up their newspaper?”

“Oh sure! We were going to go their first. Mr. Galleger always dresses up and sits in front of their bay window.”

“Well, I hate to disappoint you, but they’re not home which is why I want you to check that out for me.”

What? No Mr. Galleger? He was the highlight of the whole holiday! I was disappointed. Every year we’d race to their house and he’d be there, looking spooky. We’d even brave it by making silly faces at him on the way to their front door. Then, we say those famous words, “Trick or treat!” and he’d come over to the door, open it, and without saying a word, other than growl, he dropped a piece of candy in our bags. It was so cool.

Dinner was good, although I don’t remember what it was because I ate it so fast. Mother kept telling me to slow down, but I had to get out fast before all the candy, well, all the good candy would be gone.

Ding, dong…

“It’s Freddie, time to go!” I leapt out of my seat and grabbed my bag on the way out. “See ya!”

“Be careful!” Those words rang truth.

“The streets were filled with kids running from house to house and all in the neatest costumes I had ever seen. I couldn’t recognize anyone, which was part of the fun and you could hear “trick or treat” from the other side of the block. What a night this was!

“Hey, we have to stop at the Gallegers first, my mom said I have to check to see if their newspaper was picked up or not.”

“Do we have too?” Freddie complained. “Scott told me that there’s this one house on Western Avenue that’s all decked out for Halloween and real live monsters! Oh, and that’s not all! Screaming zombies that fly out at you on a rope and a bloody head in a bowl whose eyes pop open when you look at it. But, and this is the best part, there’s this guy, looks like Jason from the movie Friday the 13th and he’s carrying this chainsaw, a real one! He’ll follow you around and just when you’re not looking he pulls the cord and starts it up! Yeah! I’m not kidding you either!”

“Whoa…” This sounded too good to pass up. “Ok, let’s do it, we can stop and check the Gallegers house on our way back.”

We rounded the corner and saw all the people. Tons and tons of them, all waiting in a line down the sidewalk and even the police were there for crowd and traffic control! Freddie was right, it was cool and I even saw some of the monsters he was talking about. Screams and laughter filled the air as we got closer.

It was an old Victorian house, whose wrought iron fence was draped with a black cloth, cobwebs and gore was strewn everywhere. We waited, patiently in line, and it wasn't a long wait, thank god, because I don’t think I could have waited much longer. While we waited to go in and get our candy though I was looking around for that Jason guy, but I didn’t see him.

It wasn’t until we had gotten in and received our candy from this witch, who by the way was real spooky looking, that I saw him. Oh man, Freddie was right, he had a real chain saw and was following kids around the sidewalk just in front of the house. I wanted to stay and watch a bit more, but then that guy spotted me and turned around and headed straight for us.

“Um, let’s go to the next block ok? This was fun, but that Jason dude is headed our way, and I really don’t want to deal with him.” I was nervous and the closer he got the more I wanted to just turn and run.

“Chicken! He’s not real! He’s just someone dressed up like Jason that’s all.”

I started to walk to Whittier Avenue and this guy kept on following us. I mean, we were half a block away from the house and he still kept on.

“H-he’s not stopping Freddie, what should we do?” Do? Run and run fast and don’t look back is what I wanted to do.

“Nothing! Look I’ll prove it to ya!” Freddie can be brave, but this time he was dumb.

I watched in horror as Freddie walked right up to him and started to make faces at the guy.

“Come and get me Jason! Come and get me!” He was laughing all the while.

Then the guy spoke. He spoke in such a monotone voice, that it creeped me out. “You forgot the newspaper.”

"..."

Then it happened. I hadn’t expected it, but it happened. The Jason guy raised his chain saw and then in one fell swoop, sawed Freddie’s head off. It fell to the ground, as did Freddie. His hideous look of shock , still frozen on his face. I. just. Froze.

When I found my voice I screamed. “Freddie!” The guy looked at me and turned around and headed back to the house.

I thought to myself, “this is a nightmare!” I don’t remember running, but I did apparently, because I found myself back at home.

“W-what am I gonna do? What am I gonna do?” Then I remembered what the guy said just before he killed Freddie and I thought, if I don’t get the newspaper, he’s gonna come after me!

Again, I ran as fast as I could to the Galleger's house, and sure enough there was the newspaper. I bent down and picked it up. As I turned around my heart leapt out of my chest. There, face to face was Freddie.

I screamed.

Thursday, September 22, 2011

Birthright now in paperback!!!!!

Birthright: Birthright

The very much, long awaited Birthright now in paperback. You don't know what this novel has put me through to get it this far, me and especially Gaynor. Everything that could go wrong with getting a manuscript ready for publishing...happened. Then, when all was fixed and set to go to order for book signings, it happened again!!! I couldn't order, it wouldn't work! "So, close and yet, so far!" (that was a great song too, remember that one?!)

Anyway, I feel like a trueblood author now and I'm tickled pink to see it, to actually hold it in my hands and know that this was something I wrote. My parents would be proud if there were here.

Anyway, get your copy and pass this great bit of news on! Share and share alike!

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

A Rare Find

Winter had arrived and I was glad of it. I knew that with the snow and cold it would cover up all the ugliness the earth dared to show. I was truly wondering if this was the end of the world, because the more I thought about it, the more I would have to agree with my thoughts…just then Arch came to mind.

As irresponsible as he was, he was a good friend to me and to have to die the way he did wasn’t right and someone, who that was I still had no idea, but that someone would have to pay for it and pay with his life. I pushed the vision out of my head, for at least now, I had time to cope with it and the loss, but at the moment, after months of questioning and searching for answers I needed a break. Hell, the police were in no hurry to find the killer, at least that’s what it seemed like to me. Bastards.

Bundled up in my warm winter coat, I was out, searching for a job, any job seeing how I left mine high and dry, but then could you blame me? I was beginning to wonder if all men were as disgusting as those in that bar. Thank God for Lenny, because as far as I could see, he was the only sane man on earth, all the rest of them could just go to…I’ve been angry lately can you tell?

There wasn’t a whole lot out there that offered what I felt was good pay and the idea of going to work in another bar gave me pains in the pit of my stomach. I couldn’t do that again, not if you paid me a million bucks.

“Excuse me…”

I turned and was faced with a woman, I’d say in her early to mid-fifties. Short, gray hair sprinkled about, but what caught my attention was that not only was she middle aged, but she was stunningly gorgeous. She put me to shame. I looked down at myself and wanted to crawl in a hole.

I answered her. “Yes?”

“You look to me as though you need a job, am I right?” She studied me with her bright, crystal blue eyes. I was wondering what she was thinking and wishing I was telepathic, but no such luck. Then she smiled.

“Do I know you from somewhere?” I was beginning to feel uncomfortable. I mean, anybody else who’d of seen me on the street wouldn’t have thought I needed a job, so how did she know?

“I don’t think so….” She paused. Thinking about the question I assume. “No.”

Ok she was beginning to annoy me and I was getting cold. I had to get back to my walking and soon before I would say something I would regret. I thought I’d give her two more minutes of my time before I would walk away. I wasn’t going to be rude, but still, could we be more evasive?
“I don’t mean to be rude, but I am cold, so if you are offering me a job, I wish you would just come right out and say it.” Ok, that was blunt and to the point, and rude. Tough.

“So, you are telepathic I see, even better! I have a need for someone such as you.” Again, not really saying what I wanted to hear and yet, I still didn’t want to leave, not yet, but soon.

“No I am not telepathic, it’s just that you had asked me if I was looking for a job and so I assumed you were offering. Look, lady just get on with it, I’m cold and this isn’t helping me get a job.”

“You are impatient, which doesn’t suit me, but I like your style. You don’t put up with a lot of crap do you? Not that I can see. I’ll give you half a million to start and if you do well…then we’ll talk of something higher. You interested?”

Did I just hear her correctly? I stared down at her, my mouth gapping wide. I still had no idea what she wanted me for, something told me it was dangerous.

“What makes you think I’d take you up on this little deal of yours? How do I know that it’s not illegal? I mean, offering a person that much money, and on the street no less…I see red flags here.”

“Are you not a Dhampire? Because if you’re not, then I have made a huge mistake, but I’m usually spot on when it comes to people of your kind. I can sense them a mile away and your scent was very strong. So, what is your answer?” Still standing her ground and still evasive as ever, I was hesitant.

“Who are you? What are you for that matter?” Anyone who could smell what I was, had to be a threat. Being short and older didn’t always mean that they weren’t lethal. I was always told that great things come in small packages, and it always turned out to be true, so I wasn’t going to pass her off as something meek and mild. She was more than what she presented herself to be and I was going to find out just what that was.

“Can we go somewhere, preferably where it’s warm, because I can’t feel my toes anymore?” A shiver were ran up my spine and my teeth began to chatter.

“My house is just up the road a bit, do you think you can make it that far or should I call for my limo to pick us up?”

Limo? This little woman has a limo? The more she spoke, the more I became interested in this little deal she was offering. I figured she didn’t look threatening, and I wasn’t getting any bad vibes off of her, so I figured why not.

“No, I can walk, save the gas.”

We headed up the slight incline, up Richardson Street. I never been up that way, so I was wondering what her house looked especially if she could afford a limo. The wind began to whip up and nipped at my exposed nose and ears rendering them cold and very red. I looked like Rudolph the red nose reindeer by the time we crested the top of the street, apparently it dead ended and before us stood this enormous house. Shoot, mansion I’d say by the looks of it. It was something out of the South, Tara came to mind when I saw it. The house was all white with one door which was Emerald green set in the center of it. It had two floors, this much I could tell from the outside because there were two large windows on the first level, one of either side of the door and then three smaller windows just above. But what awed me the most was all the pillars that went around the whole perimeter of the house, tall, white and very Roman like in style, with caps at the tops of them. In fact, it reminded me of the pillars that Thomas Jefferson designed for his Monticello home in Virginia. Truly a vision to behold.

“You live here? “

“Yes, this is my home. Follow me and we’ll get you warm in no time, then we can discuss…business.”

She smiled at me, but it wasn’t a warm smile, it felt more like I’ve got you now type of smile. I was leery and began to re-think my going in. This may be a mistake, but then again that was an awful lot of money and I could use it right now. I hate being indecisive.

She rummaged through her pockets till she found her key and unlocked the front door. Marble flooring greeted our entrance to the foyer and with it a whole array of expensive and tasteful decorations caught my eye. I took off my shoes, especially when I saw the white carpet everywhere. That’s one thing I didn’t need to do, getting mud and gunk on something that I deemed as…expensive flooring.

“Oh, you don’t need to take your shoes off, it’s perfectly alright. Just make yourself at home and I’ll have James bring us some hot herbal tea. Does that sound alright to you or would you prefer something else?”

I still took off my shoes. Thank God I had reasonably new socks on. My usual ones always had at least one toe sticking out of them. “Tea would be fine, thanks.”

Slowly I made my way over to the, again, white couch and sat down gingerly. I felt like one big dirt clod with all this pristine white décor. As she sat down in front of me in a rather impressive chair, I could tell she was eyeing me up.

“So, this is the deal…Oh James Miss…”

“Jones, I mean, my name is Hadley.”

“Miss Jones and I would love some herbal tea; you know the kind I like.” He nodded without a word and left us to discuss business.

“I need to find something that was taken from me. It is my prize possession and without it, my life when it is over will be lost. I will be doomed to walk this earth forever.”
I was confused as to what she lost in the first place that would make her stay on earth even after she died. The only thing I could think of was her…

“Wait, you lost your…”

“Soul, yes.”

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

Hell Tower


Doing art, such as this,well, this one in particular was difficult. I don't mean creating wise, that in itself was a breeze, but if you knew the tower, what it actually was and stood for...and this may seem strange to you that I would react this way, but I felt like I was doing something bad...not that I was. It's art.

The tower is one of two, and one that I could not go to the very top because I am so scared of heights it's not funny, There was 178 steps to get to the top and I made it to where there was 96 more steps to go, so I was proud of myself for getting that high. I was really doing ok starting out, the staircase was wide and had a very nice solid wall and the steps were solid, but then we got to this particular level and the staircase was now made out of iron, not very wide and you could see through the steps, that's when I said, "no." I literally froze in my steps and begged my husband to let me go back down to that levels landing...I would wait for him. Good thing I did, because as solid as those stairs were, he said they jiggled some (mouth just dropped opened).

Anyway, this place is a Basilica, it's name, Holy Hill and it's located in Wisconsin. You can see it towering above the tree tops as you are driving toward it. Its breath taking. The grounds are beautiful and they have a life size stations of the cross where you walk to each station and pray. They also have a grotto where the Virgin Mary is looking down at you and water is pouring out of the stone...this too is water that is blessed so you can bottle some up and take it home with you (I did). Inside, there is this small, but beautiful chapel, where you'll see crutches and other aids, that people have left as a sign to their miracles of healings. I was in awe.

So, you can see why, when I put blood over this picture and a demon, that I felt that I was doing something wrong.

Monday, September 5, 2011

Published again!!!

This will be a short post only because I should be doing my homework, but I had to post it and celebrate another success in my writing!


When I am in the mood to write, it doesn't take me very long to get a piece done, sometimes only thirty minutes. I love it. I recently wrote a piece called, "The Mattel Nightmare' and it was chosen to be published in the Satan's Toybox: Demonic Dolls Anthology, I am thrilled to pieces. It was a great and fun piece to write.

Ok, so that's it...celebrating that is, back to the grind stone.

Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Writing styles

I don't know about you and how you all write, but I've found that whatever I'm reading, my writing tends to lean in that style, whether its Shakespeare (my Dark Love prose), Keri Arthur (Moon lust), Trueblood (Love on the Fly).

So I was just wondering if you have saw that in your own writing? The books I've read, I find that I love the authors, their style and storyline and the strength of their characters. I'm not copying what they write, but it's like with my art project I had to do. I had to pick an artist and copy a piece of work which he had done and then do a second piece using that artists technique and create your own...let's say Raphael! Which I did and which I had given to Gaynor, seeing how she herself had done the same picture as I had done in art class.

So, is it odd that when after I had read something, my writing tends to lean in that style? or am I just an oddity to the writing world. Mhmmmmm....food for thought it is.

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Trick or Treat

Halloween night, something about this holiday makes me like a kid again. I would wait for night to fall, then the sounds of distant voice yelling out the familiar, “Trick or treat!” It was more than I could stand! Then you’d come home with your bag full of candy and empty it out making a pile of your favorites no one can touch, to the pile that was just gross flavors or never heard of items.

Well, I’m all grown up now, boy am I grown up. Had I known that my body was going to develop into something that even Dolly Parton would be jealous of, I think I would have become a nun, as it stands, I didn’t know and no I didn’t hear the calling, visualizing this body in a habit…I immediately made my mind go blank. Anyway, I was invited to a Halloween party, costumes and all. You can imagine my look when Paul, he’s my partner at the law firm, told me I should dress up as a bunny and not the furry kind either. Did guys think they were funny when they said that kind of stuff? Apparently so, but it must be just for their gender, because you never saw a women laugh at that kind of remark. High school, that’s what it reminded me of.

“You just keep thinking that alright, in the meantime, I’m going back to my office where I can be an adult.”

“You’re so uptight Sara, gotta loosen up a bit, you don’t know what you’re missing!” Paul sniggered some more, jabbing his buddies in the arm.

“Oh, I know what I’m missing, and believe me, it isn’t much.” I walked into my little piece of heaven and shut the door behind me. I just stood there; eyes closed and breathed in deep. The world was nothing but a nut case. Isn’t there anyone sane left? I was brought back into reality when someone knocked on my door.

As I composed myself, I opened it and there stood the most handsome man I had ever seen. Tall, suntanned and black, thick hair, my fingers itched to run them through it. He was a picture out of GQ, chiseled features and emerald eyes that, oh, that drenched you their cool depths. I was drowning.

“Did I come at a bad time?”

What a voice too! Deep, throaty and very sexy, was I dreaming? I pinched myself to make sure, nope.

“Miss Kimble?”

“Oh, oh, um yes, I mean, no, come in…sorry about that. I, uh, I was thinking…” Yeah, thinking how much I’d love to just back you into a corner and…do things.

“Thinking…?”

“Yes, thinking that I shouldn’t just have you stand there and not…”Let you have your way with me. Now, I’m acting as bad as Paul. Snap out of it Sara!

“Can I help you?” Was all I could say, I’m so professional aren’t’ I?

“I’m here to assist, watch, and learn. In other words you are my mentor; I need to observe you and how you handle a high profile case. The name is Dylan, Dylan Whitaker. Did you not receive my email?”

I stared blankly at him, wakey, wakey Sara! “Yes, I did receive your email and I totally forgot you were coming today. I’m so sorry if I seemed all confused, this case has gotten me quite stressed out. So, did you read about the case, the file I sent you in that email?”

“Yes I did and it seems to be a difficult one at that. I can sympathize with you on the stress. I’d be stressed out too, but you come highly recommended and I’ve read so much about you and the cases you handle. You’re quite good.”

Wow, he read about me. I’m impressed; he has a mind as well as a body. He probably could dance circles around Paul. Paul…oh he is in for a treat. I was smiling from ear to ear on that thought.

“So, what do you want me to do today? Do you have any meetings, or whatever else you do as a lawyer?”

I couldn’t think of anything at that time, not that I didn’t have loads to do, because I did, but I didn’t feel like working on it, at least, not right at that moment. Work was the farthest thing from my mind.

“You want to go to a party with me tonight?” I can’t believe I had asked him. I hardly know the man and here I was acting like a school girl, no, like Paul.

“A party? What kind of party?” He didn’t look surprised, nor did he look like I was being a bit forward. In fact he looked interested in the whole idea. This is getting even better.

“It’s a Halloween party and you have to dress up. I didn’t want to go by myself and frankly, there isn’t anyone here that I’d ask…”

“Except, me right?” He raised his eyebrow and smiled. How devilish he looked. I sighed.

“Well, yeah, but you’re different. You’re not like them.” I nodded toward the others that still were standing around at the water cooler.

“Oh, I don’t know if that’s true. You don’t know me, we just met, remember? How do you know that I’m not like them?”

“For one thing, you dress impeccable, and your mannerisms are so much better than them. You act intelligent, which is such a breath of fresh air.” Then I gasped. You act intelligent, I actually said that, was I, I was. I was pompous.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean…”

“Oh, you did mean it and I forgive you. Yes, I’d be delighted to go with you. What time?”

“Is eight alright? You can pick me up at my apartment.” I quickly wrote down my address and handed it to him.

“Eight it is. See you then.”

When he walked out, I wanted to faint, he had said yes to my invitation and I was going to be the envy of all the women here at the firm. Yes!

He came, right on time, but he had no mask on, just his costume, which was alright, he looked something like Hugh Hefner. I wondered if he had talked with Paul after all, I mean, it was Paul who wanted me to be a Playboy bunny. This was too close for comfort.

“No mask?” I asked.

“What and hide this face?” He lifted his chin and gave me his best profile. I was wrong, he was just like them.

“I see your point, shall we go? It’s getting late.” I tried to not act like a snob, but he was starting to rub me the wrong way.

When we arrived and was let in, it took all I could to get through the crowd. I’ve never seen so many people and everyone dressed up in some great costumes, some not so and some just outright lewd. I blushed when I saw those.

“Here I got you a drink; let’s go somewhere, where it’s not so crowded. Maybe somewhere a little bit more secluded?”

“What are you trying to do Mr. Whitaker, seduce me?” He is cute, but like I said, he was just like all the rest of them.

“Me? Why Sara you misjudge me. I just thought that it’s a bit loud and crowded and I don’t know you yet, so why not go somewhere, where we could…talk. Get to know one another better.”

Oh, he oozed charmed he did, but I couldn’t be mean and say no, or could I? No, I had to give him a chance. So I followed him. We found a nice place in the yard, far away from everyone and quite frankly nestled in a nice wall of evergreens. It was dark and secluded alright, I wondered if he was ever here before.
We talked and I told him about how I got started and then he told me all about himself. Seems he was top of his class at Harvard. During that time out there, he showed me his true colors. He was a gentleman, just rough around the edges still, but they were nice edges, real nice edges.

After a while, things heated up and I had to test the waters, so I let him kiss me and I have to say I never had a kiss like that. It took all my strength to keep me from ripping off his shirt and whatever else I could get my hands on. He was intense! I thought the safest place for my hands were on his face, so I gently held his face as we continued to kiss, passionately, but then something odd was happening. My fingers felt a ridge, just at the hair line. I didn’t notice anything odd about his face before, but no, there was a definite edge there. I began to play with it, feel where it was going, but he never said a word to me all the while I did that, which is good. Either he was so into me or, I don’t know what, but it was all around his face.

I couldn’t stand it anymore, I had to find out so I placed my fingers underneath it’s’ lip and pulled. A sucky, tacky noise hit the silence between us and within minutes it was off. I was mortified and sickened. There before me was a creature for all said purposes, not Dylan, whose face all pocked full of holes and indentations to which a thick, and dark liquid poured out of their crevices, vile and putrid. It smelled of decay.

“Ah, thank you for removing my mask; I was getting rather warm under there.”

Sunday, August 21, 2011

Untimely Death

Next thing I knew was I was on something flat, cold and uncomfortable. My ankle hurt, and being not too coherent, I went to feel what was wrong, only I couldn’t. Pain shot through my left arm as I moved it. That wasn’t the only pain I felt either, between my legs felt raw too, God who had their jollies off me without me knowing or being able to partake in the fun, but I don’t think there was any fun to be had in the way I felt.

Handcuffs, silver and I must have struggled some without remembering, because my wrists were raw and red.

Wonderful.

I tried to get my eyes to focus, but whatever was hampering my sight, was also hampering my recovery too, damn. So, the only thing I could do that didn’t require movement or vision was to hear anything that sounded familiar, like maybe…”Lenny?” I said somewhat loud, nothing. “Lenny?” Then a muffle, faint, but nevertheless, it was still something, but not enough to register who it was or belonged too. I had to get out of these cuffs but being silver, any movement was like a knife cutting through, it also made me terribly weak.

“Lenny are you here?” I yelled this time.

“H…Hadley?” The voice was weak, but oh such a relief.

“I can’t see you, are you alright?” I waited on baited breath, hoping that he was,and that nothing was seriously wrong.

“Y-You sound so close, like below me. I am alright, barely, but yes.”

Below him? What kind of place was this? Below him…could he be, above me then? I looked straight up and there, something dark hung, a body from the outline of it, oddly formed at that.
“I don’t see all of you? I see, your head, arms, maybe your torso, but, damn if you’re above me, how do they have you?” My sight started to un-fog itself, and I was beginning to see why I only saw just parts of him. He hung above me as he had said, but by his ankles, upside down. His arms, pulled out from his sides, tethered to cuffs that had a chains which bolted to the walls of both sides. Shit, he was in an upside down cross position without the cross!

“Lenny, you’re …” He didn’t let me finish.

“Upside down, I know that.” He talked in breathy tones, like each word was a struggle to project out.

“What is this place?” He looked like hell. I wanted to punch, no, kill whoever done this, but who?

“Well, she’s awake I see, aw, and your wrists are raw, red too, no matter. You were so good yesterday, so tight, and oh so juicy, I couldn’t get enough. Damn, there it goes again, I just have to remember last night and my thing gets hot for you. You do turn me on, always have Hadley.”

The voice familiar, oh God and the smell too, “Donovan!” That would explain the soreness. I struggled to see where he was, but being chained down to…”a table? What are your sick plans Donovan? Not that I can’t guess, but clue me in anyway, I’m sure it’ll give your big timber a jolt.”

“Big timber is it? Why, remind me to thank you when I’m finished with your lover there. I plan on cutting off his nuts, just like he did mine. Then I thought I’d let him ooze all over you, sort of a reminder if you will.”

Ok, this sicko has to go and now, but the trick is, how? I couldn’t shift shape into my werewolf form thanks to the silver and I couldn’t move much, but after hearing what was in-store for my viewing pleasure, I didn’t care how bad it was going to hurt, he needed to be killed now.
Donovan wasn’t extremely bright, but he had a wild imagination. In keeping with those thoughts, I decided to get into his mind. Yes, it was my turn to have my jollies. I went in slowly, I wasn’t sure if he was capable of feeling anyone raiding his empty head, and as I pushed my way in deeper, I knew he felt nothing,good. He still had that sappy grin on his face as he sharpened his knife. It was murky, and the thoughts that I was running into would make even the strongest stomach lurch its lunch. I had to work fast, this nut case had big plans not only for Lenny, but for me as well. I began, oh this was too easy, he had no shields. When I had finished, I pulled out. Instantly, as if a light bulb lit up inside his head, he paused. Eyes scrunching like he was thinking, and then stopped all together. Without a word he undid my cuffs around my wrists and ankles and I then took over. I said my goodbyes and it was lights out for Donovan, for good. Going into a mans front pockets was one thing, well, a couple of things. One, it could be pleasurable, depending on the man, and two, this didn't even come close to that, in fact, putting my hand down his pockets, warm and sweaty left much to be desired. I wanted to throwup just then, but fought it back while I dug them out. Carefully, one by one I undid the cuffs, trying to keep a hold on Lenny was like trying to hold up a 3 ton elephant, I hadn't realized how big and strong Lenny really was and how weak I really was. I held onto him though, until I knew he was ok by himself. He looked bad and I wondered if he had the strength to make it out and to the car.

“You sure you’re ok? You look like shit.”

“Thank you for the compliment, so do you.” He half smiled at me and urged me to get him out of here and back home. He was weak, but we did manage to make it out. When I got to where Arch was supposed to be waiting, I found nothing. No car and no Arch.

“Son of a …I told him to stay put!” I searched the area around, but found nothing.

“I need to heal before we go searching.”

I watched as the air around him began to fog up and he began to transform. Bone, sinew crackled and whined as his body morphed larger and his muscle lengthened. It was something to watch, of course, our clothes never did handle the change very well, so we weren’t the kind to buy the popular line of clothing, the cheaply made jeans and shirts did just fine for us. His eyes, never changed from human to wolf though, they still were the same and right now they stared at me.

“What?”

He eyed me deeper, more intense.

“No, I’ll be alright, I don’t need to shape shift, but if you are feeling better I suggest that you change back so we can find Arch.”

Again, the air where he stood started to fog up and spread. The outer edges crept back into themselves forming the body I remembered and loved. He was a vision, all man and brawn with a touch of caramel silk to his skin, how I wanted to melt into him and be lost forever.

“If I’m not mistaken, I swear you were undressing me with your eyes. Like what you see?” He held his arms out to the sides. His come get me stance. Lord, if he didn’t have his jeans on or what was left of them, I would have attacked him right there on the spot, as it was, I had to restrain myself. Bad timing.

“You know I do and…”I let out a moan of pleasure, “…if it weren’t for that fact that Arch is gone, I’d say partay, but it’ll have to wait.” As much as that pained me to say, I was right and Lenny knew that too.

“Well, let’s get started then shall we, I smelled something just behind me when I shifted, so I’m betting he has to be off in that direction.

So, further north we went, up the road a bit till we came to a side road, gravel and leading deep into the woods. Something I don’t cherish, because when anything felt bad or had gone bad, it usually ended up in the woods and this time was not out of the ordinary, we found the car and Arch.

Dead and mutilated beyond recognition, damn.


Saturday, August 13, 2011

My interview with Susan Whitfield

http://www.susanwhitfield.blogspot.com/

Here is my interview that I had done with Susan Whitfield about my novel Birthright. It was most interesting and different being that we had done this via email.

Go check it out,and pass it on!

Thanks!

Sue

Friday, August 12, 2011

#fridayflash, Love on the Fly

It was another one of those hot, muggy summer nights, the kind that made you get angry at the slightest word anyone said to you. My clothes, clung to my skin, wet, heavy…God I wanted to yank them off and go butt naked, but still having my sanity I shrugged it off and went for a walk. The moon was full and the crickets were really singing away. Annoying little buggers.

I found the old creek just past town and I sat on its edge, dangling my feet in its cool waters. It felt good, real good and it got me to thinking, skinny dipping. I remember doing that when I was a teenager, not a care in the world and loving every minute of it. Billy, James and Lee would get in on the action too. We’d sneak out at night, just us boys and head on down quiet like. You see, folks back then didn’t believe in them air conditioners, nope, too proud. So, when it got hot like it did then and now, they’d open their windows to let in what cool breeze there was.

Laughing at dirty jokes we all heard and shushing one another, why it was getting away with murder it was. Sneaking the way we was and all, gosh, if anyone ever saw us, we’d get hauled in jail for indecent exposure. That’s why we had done it, it was dangerous.

When we finally got there, all of us, being boys and all, didn’t care if we saw each other naked, heck we were all boys, it wasn’t like there was a girl with us…too bad. Anyway, we’d be naked as a Jay bird and poking fun at each others, well, you know what I’m talking about don’t cha? I mean, it don’t take no rocket scientist to figure that one out!

Well, like I said, we’d be naked and then James, he’d always bring a rope to tie on the old oak tree so that we could swing out over the water and drop down. It was like flying it was. We pretend that we were all sorts of creatures with wings or, or just swing out to see who could drop down the farthest. Yeah, those were good times.

I remember though, one night while we was swimming and whooping it up, a pretty girl came by, watching us like. It un-nerved us it did, I mean, no one saw us naked, except for just us, but this was a girl and oh my, did she do things to my inners. Things started getting all fired up inside and I didn’t dare get out of the water, not that I was a fraid too mind you, but because of, well, getting all fired up.

“Hello boys, whatcha doing at this time of night?”

We all looked at one another and gulped. Lee had a funny smile on his face, of course, that was normal for him, he was always thinking dirty.

“Nothing much, why don’t you come on in?” Lee was trying to sound sexy, but with his voice being like it was, hoarse and all, he sounded more like a squealing pig.

“Why shame on you boys, now that wouldn’t be very ladylike now, would it?” She yanked at her top, and damn if it wasn’t night, I swear she had no bra on.

“Why sure it would, we’d treat you right now, wouldn’t we fella’s?” Lee getting all hot and bothered sniggered at what he said. Dang if he weren’t an embarrassment to us all.

“I have a better idea, why don’t you follow me over to the sugar shack just down the road and you could treat me and my other girlie friends just right.” She lifted her skimpy top up, exposing her soft, flat abdomen and rubbing it like she were buttering bread. Lord, she was hot.

We all just looked at each other and scrambled out, we didn’t care, we knew we were in for some hot fun. She watched us, and made funny little noises like her stomach was upsetting her. You know, moaning and all, I hoped she wasn’t sick or anything.

“You boys look so nice, your mommy and daddy did a good job making you.”

We smiled, wondering what the hell she meant by that, but whatever it was, it sounded good…I guess.

“Come on now, don’t keep me waiting!” She turned and started to walk away, fast too. Gosh, it took all we could to try to keep up with her. Shoot, Billy kept falling down on the dirt road because his pants still weren’t zipped up yet! He was all in an anxious rush to get her!

“Zip them pants up before you give yourself a concussion. What’s wrong with you?” I was surely annoyed with him. “She gonna think we ain’t got brains or something.”

“Well, then help me damn it!” He was a hopping and falling trying to zip and keep up with us. Man, it was a sight to behold.

“Hell no! I ain’t your ma ma! Dress your self!” Well, he finally did, but we lost her, well, not lost, she just got there before we did was all and when we got there, boy oh boy, we was all excited like ya know. This place was a brothel and we’d done heard what goes on in them buildings and here we was! Yee Haw!

We slapped at our clothes and tried to look sexy and all, but wearing jeans that weren’t exactly tight and plaid shirts just, well, we did alright I suppose.

“Come on in boys and let’s get to know one another like.” We did as she told us to do, but once in, we was shocked. It was like something from the movies it was. All gussied up with red velvet couches and chairs and shoot the lamps were even velvet. This place oozed sex and we all was ready.

“Let’s see Billy you go with Donna and James you’re with Lisa. Mmm, Lee, and I know what you’re like sugar so I’m giving you to Darla. That only leaves you handsome, you’re with me.”

I didn’t know how she knew our names, but I didn’t care and neither did any of the others. We was like lost puppies with our tails hanging between, well, they weren’t hanging anymore though! We just followed like bees to honey we was.

When we got to our room, Courtney, that was her name, told me to strip and lay down on the bed and she’d be back in a minute, then the lights went out. Oh my heart was palpitating like crazy and I done ripped my clothes clean off and jumped on the bed, but then I felt something, warm and soft.

“It’s me go ahead, touch.”

Well, I did as I was told and I touched and oh, I did things that would shame my ma ma. We was there whooping it up for I guess about an hour when I started to smell something rank, like something was decaying.

“Hey, do you smell something funny?”

“Why no, but go ahead and turn the lights on if you want, besides, it’ll be more fun if we watch each other, no?”

“Why it sure would!” I got up so quick, that dang, if I wasn’t ready again. I felt around the wall for the switch and when I found it, I flicked it up.

“There you go ba…”I screamed bloody murder. There on the bed was a corpse, rotting and festering with flies. The sheets were covered in…blood, bits of flesh. I looked down at me and bile rose up my throat and out.

“Baby, you tear me apart you do. Come on, let’s do it again.”

Tuesday, August 9, 2011

Vampire Girl By David Eddy

She’s one of the undead that lives off the blood of the innocent. Her days are our nights and yet she doesn’t seem to mind. She's the seductress; and needs to be, yet it all seems so natural for her.

As she walks down the street at night, her long dark tresses fan out behind her like the fan tail of a fishing lure. Its result is the same; it attracts attention. It's like, “Hey pay attention, and look at me”. Similar to a moth that can’t resist a flame; they come not knowing the danger of her burning lips of blood red hue.
Yes, those rich full and very inviting lips. They seem to say, come taste my nectar, while her smooth and silky complexion looks warm and yet strangely cool at the same time. Eyes that are wise beyond knowledge, command your full attention. They draw you in and hold you: hypnotizing you with their clarity and color.

The look of sophistication and innocence at the same time has you hooked. You can’t look away. Your feet seem to have a mind of their own, and before you realize it, you find yourself walking toward her. Yes, like a moth to the flame you have no idea what you are getting yourself into. She smiles sweetly to you, her lips part slightly, but you don’t notice the brightly pointed teeth waiting to drink your life’s blood.
You speak but have no idea what you are saying because you are drunk with her nearness, but at the same time her scent draws you in closer and closer.

After some small talk she reaches out and touches your hand with hers; you notice the coolness. You comment and she flippantly dismisses it as having cold blood. Standing, she makes it known that is getting late and that she must be returning home soon; you offer to see her home and smiles saying, “That it is a nice gesture on your part, thank you.”

Offering your arm, you both leave the night club.

On the walk home she giggles and makes silly jokes about how beautiful the night is. You respond that the night air seems to make her come alive and she smiles darkly;” yes, yes it does.”

After a short walk you arrive at her apartment; and you offer of a night cap at her place which seals the evening, but a voice in the back of your mind is screaming: run, run away now!

Ignoring the warnings you follow her to her room. Delighted in the anticipation of an evening of untold bliss wrapped in her arms, fool, how little you know!

The last thing you remember before the light in your eyes grew dim, is the slight prick on your neck as she nuzzles with you on the couch…………………..

From the Inside Looking Out... By David Eddy (my twin)

Have you ever sat in front of a mirror and wondered what it must be like to be on the other side: looking at the world from the inside? Rather “twilight zone” if you ask me. However, really what would it be like? Would it be different? In addition, how do we know we aren’t already on the inside looking out? Think of it from the chicken or the egg perspective. “As I sat in my study, holding my quill in one hand and a crystal orb in the other; I wondered what my mirrored self was thinking as he stared back at me. Forever trapped inside an environment that never changes, and yet changes constantly with each movement of my hand. A skewed view to be certain and yet how is it that I am sure that is not my view that is indeed skewed?
Is the hand that reaches out seemingly touching my own fingertips feeling the warmth of my flesh or merely feeling the cold touch of glass? Does his views differ from mine, or tongue in cheek, do they mirror mine? How does he experience time? Does he age as I do? Or is this aging a reflection of him and in fact I am not aging at all?
He follows my every step; as long as I take the orb with me. This leaves me puzzled: what goes on when I am not in the room? This man, what is his name? Does he sleep? Does he experience the whole spectrum of human emotion, as do I? Where does he go when I am not in the room?
It is truly a mystery; what happens when the lights go out? The orb turns inky black and reflects nothing. Or is it the true nature of me that it is showing? Surely I am not the dark shadow that casts it’s pawl over my crystal orb?
I see books reflected on the orbs’ surface. I know that I am a lover of the arts, but is my reflection? Can he, does he appreciate the writing of Frost, Shakespeare and the scholars of long, long ago?
Is his flame eternal or not? If not what becomes of me should he expire before me, could it be that I would cease to exist? Would I become as the orb in the dark room; with out substance or form?
Oh, orb of crystal, what is thy nature? Are you merely here as an ornament, or are you here to draw my attention and suck me in? I wonder?”

Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Sneak peek at the beginning of "The Legacy", Birthrights sequel

I was born in a world where monsters are real, that in the security of one’s room, evil lurks and there is no escaping it, for they watch and wait for their next kill.



The brightness of the blood that pooled around Eldon’s head in the snow looked like a halo, a devils halo. I did not mourn, why should I, the man wanted me dead, wanted Kane dead and thought that he had done so, but we surprised him, the fool. No, I didn’t mourn, I reveled in it.

I looked at Kane, half of me celebrated the other knew what had to be done, my Birthright. I knew who and what I was, somewhat, but what I didn’t know needed to found out. So much of my life was held from me and I still needed to know more, a lot more. I was a Rosewood, at least part of me was. I felt deep down that the mother I had always known, grew to love and missed, was not my true mother. How do I know this? I’m not exactly sure myself, something inside of me, something I sensed, an innate feeling that I can’t explain and that’s where Kane came into play.


This is a book that I plan on taking the reader into the past, as well as, into the future, for Candra's life is still a mystery and as she pursues her birthright, she encounters forces sometimes stronger than herself or Kane.

Full of action, mystery, suspence and cliff hangers that will keep you wanting more..."Do you trust me?" as Kane would say.

Monday, July 25, 2011

Abandoned

Abandoned and forgotten, that is what I was. Born like any other child, to two parents who I thought loved me, but as fate would have it, discarded me like old rubbish. Why you ask, because I was different, not to their liking, whatever that was. I had red hair, a tangle mess of curls, skinny, very pale and striking green eyes that would make the most expensive emerald shame. Sound intriguing? More pitiful if you ask me or better yet, ask them.

I lived in alleyways, abandoned buildings and sometimes in the fields under trees, which was my favorite place. There I could look up into their canopy and visual a world so beautiful. A world where unimaginable things lived, fairies, flowers of every make, trees with blossoms that perfumed the air so lusciously and people who loved me for who I was and not what I looked like. Then, at night, when the sky, black as ink, gave way to a host of diamonds that sparkled I would make wishes on as many as I could count, each one different and each one equally as important as the next. I still wait for one of them to come true and I knew that day would come, eventually.

It had started to snow and I being still young and in my youthful age of 12, caught myself running about, catching snowflakes on my tongue, smiling and not caring how cold I was or how hungry I had become. I lived for that moment only and it was glorious. Never have I been so happy. When it died down, so did I and then my stomach ached, ached for nourishment.

I was miles away from any town or city, and the thought of having to trek to find a place where food was discarded…I humored at what I had thought, discarded, so much like me and yet, it was worth more than I or was it? I walked, shivering, for all I wore was a torn woolen sweater, again, discarded in a dumpster and shoes that were also thrown out by someone. Someone whose parents bought them new ones surely, I wondered about my parents. Did they miss me? Did they ever think about me? I doubt it not, I was never loved. I wanted to be loved.

I walked for what seemed like miles and came upon a small farm town. People stared at me, their disgust shown in their faces, clutching their children and holding them close, as if I were a leper. I knew what that word meant. How you say? I really don’t remember, it seemed familiar to me. Anyway, lepers were people who were discarded, to live far away from everyone else. No one wanted them…just like me. I just looked at them and felt sorry for their stupidity and continued on.

Scouring garbage cans, dumpsters, I found little food, most of it spoiled and rank, but sometimes luck would hold out and I found something that wasn’t so bad and gobbled it up, only to throw it up later.

Did you know that churches were opened to anyone who wanted to come in and pray? There are, I’ve gone in them myself. They made me feel welcomed, like I belonged. I don’t how that could be, but something in the air just spoke to me. Quietly I’d walk to the very front and sit down and just feel a pray. I never knew what to say or ask for and I gathered it has to be like the wishes I make on the stars at night. So, looking at the poor man, on that tree, dead and wish away, but I didn’t see how someone, who was dead for all purposes, was going to help me, but just talking to someone, helped. He was like me I suppose, don’t know really, just a feeling, but he was luckier than me. People always came in here to talk to him; no one did that for me.

After having said what I wanted I would thank him and bow…I saw someone else do it, so I thought that was the proper thing, I felt silly. Then, back outside, where it was unfriendly and cold. As I went back out into the meadows, far from everyone, in search of a place to rest, I came across an old stone house. To anyone if would look scary, but to me it was shelter. So, I walked up to its windows, now broken, and peered in. Empty, as I thought, dirty and lonely, but I needed warmth or something to get me out of the elements, so I went in. It was strange, the musty smell of dust and mildew hung loftily in the air, but I saw the fireplace and for the first time in a long time, I smiled. There on the mantle were matches and wood on the hearth. One of my wishes had come true.

Within fifteen minutes a blazing fire was warming my very toes and I couldn’t help but sit there with a smile on my face and thought life was good now. Then a knock came on the door. Petrified, wondering who’d be knocking on a door, of a house that was abandoned? I sat there looking at the door, waited on baited breath. The knob, started to turn, slowly, cautiously then…click. My heart jumped at the sound. I wanted to hide, but where? I saw a closet and scampered quietly toward it and went inside. I sat down, there in the dark, and kept as still as I could, as footsteps came into the room.

I watched the light that was peeking underneath my closed door and waited for shadows of that person to show, but as the footsteps got closer, I saw nothing. I felt scared and I felt like I was not safe. Suddenly, the wall behind my back was no longer there, I gasped as hands, or so I assumed grabbed me and pulled me into the abyss, no more to be seen…nor heard.

“Welcome to my hiding place little one…” then silence.