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So, recently I have been entering all kinds of Halloween/Horror genre story contests.

 

One in particular I worked for DAYS and NIGHTS on. I am kind of iffy about it. I liked it the first dozen times I read it.

 

Well, the reckoning time has come. I submitted it.

 

If you would, please follow the link and give it a read, and a vote?

 

Who’s the Monster? by Zoe Ambler http://upliterate.com/permalink/story/466/

 

I’d really appreciate the support. There are some AWESOME stories already submitted by others, so I am not holding my breath too much. One can hope, though, cant she?

 

Thank you my lovelies.

 

And for those who dont want to go and check it out, I’ll post the story here on the blog around Halloween!

 

~squishes my darlings~


RP pt.4 A Walk Amongst the Dead

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This is a Role Play I am currently working on for the Bloodletting game. I play both characters involved. They have a love/hate relationship pretty much. If you are interested in seeing just what the Bloodletting RPG is all about, check it out at Bloodletting.org.  If you decide you want to sign up and feel like getting one of my characters a little bank for it, use the following li

(Addison) http://www.bloodletting.org/other_pages/registration.php?user=149254

(Genesis) http://www.bloodletting.org/other_pages/registration.php?user=151855

Keep in mind, Genesis is a Lycan, and Addison is a Slayer, though was a former vampire. She’s the weird one of the two.

 

Part 4:

Genesis:

Genesis frowned in Addison’s general direction. She was almost afraid to make too many movements on the platform. It was so unsteady. She took note of how Addison was keeping a distance between them to balance the weight out a little. She wouldn’t have thought Addison had that kind of logical thinking in her.

 

“There’s a window…a small one…way on the other side of the warehouse. It’s near the ceiling, probably just for a little ventilation. The problem, from what I can see, is that the entire wall over there is completely bare. Nothing for us to climb up on to get to the window and shimmy out. The other major problem is that the zombies seem to be coming from that direction, and there are a lot of them between us and that window.” She said, staring at the small window, then letting her eyes move to the zombies that clamored for her guts.

“There isn’t anything for us to push under the window that I can see for us to even reach that high. And there’s so many of these rotting things…” She then said, her tone exasperated.

The platform gave another shift, more pops and squeaks as things came undone. Genesis growled low in her throat, a snarl on her lips. “We can’t stay up here forever.” She ground out. “What I wouldn’t give for my handguns and rifle…” She sighed out softly, more to herself that to Addison.

She looked back to Addison, the wheels in her mind turning. There had to be a way to get through the mass of zombies. She could, in theory, and if the herd was thinned enough, shift to her Crinos form and boost Addison to the window. Her Crinos form was large. Large enough. However, could Addison in turn be able to pull her up in her Crinos form? And being left on the ground floor left her vulnerable to a zombie.

She sighed, looking down at the rotters again.

“Addison…what if we divided the herd? You know, you draw half to your side of the platform, and I can draw the other to my side of the platform. Maybe we can get them bunched up, leaving a near clear path, at least for a few seconds unless the faster ones catch on. We could sprint for the window, I can shift and lift you up, and then you drag me up?”

She eyed Addison as the woman seemed to think it over. Well, she thought Addison was thinking it over. It was hard to tell. Addison seemed to be looking elsewhere.

A sudden lurch made Genesis give a yelp, clutching the railing of the platform. She looked above to see the cables popping. One in particular looked as if it was going to give way any moment. Her eyes then traveled to the cause.

It is what seemed to be the center of attention for Addison. Zombies were moving at the broken metal stairs that led to the platform. Their weight was distressing it further.

There wasn’t too much they could do about either.

“Damn it all…”

Addison:

Addison listened to Genesis, understanding her completely, but was too fixated on the mass of dead things at the bottom of the broken stairs. The stairs held together by some of the same cables holding the platform up. She bit her lip, calculating different scenarios and moves, to see if it would be possible to take a few steps down, slice open some dead heads and get back to safety.

 

She was answer in a violent ‘no’ as the cables started giving way naturally under the added weight of those zombies actually smart enough to climb upward.

 

She had no choice but to inch her way back, closer to Genesis. Her best bet was to allow some of the zombies to share their space, as confined as it was, and dispatch of them. She could just let their bodies fall from the platform, alleviating the added weight.

 

The chink in her chain of thought was that the zombies were causing way too much movement on the fragile platform. It gave violent lurches, pops and pings as the suspension cables cried in protest.

 

She was nearly side by side with Genesis, giving the Lycan a despairing look. The platform shifted again.

 

The good news was that the zombies weight had broken the stairs off completely from the platform.

 

The bad news was that the sudden spring from the missing weight sent the platform rocking violently, one main cable snapping completely.

 

Addison fell across the railing, sheathing her sword quickly to gain a good handhold. It did no good, as the railing snapped, sending her falling down into the depths of the moaning, sticking mass of death.

 

She landed hard on her back, the air knocked from her lungs. She scrambled, however, to stand.

 

She came face to face with a zombie. It appeared to be female. A chunk of her cheek was gone, completely, exposing the teeth. Her nose had been bitten off and a mass of squirming, hungry maggots had taken up roost in each nasal cavity.

 

The dead thing opened and closed it mouth, moaning, its teeth snapping and clattering. Lawdy…the smell.

 

However, it made no move against Addison. She stood there, very still, wide eyed and staring into the rot and decay of this dead thing.

 

Her hand was on her sword, ready to pull it free.

 

None of the zombies were moving against her. They all clamored for Genesis, still clinging to the damaged platform. Their wiggling bodies clawing for the Lycan.

 

Addison blinked.

 

“What the fuck…”

 

This was definitely an advantage to be exploited. And yet, it raised about a million and one more questions about the situation the two crewmates had found themselves dumped in. There was no time to mull it over, however.

 

Addison unsheathed her sword and went on with attacking. She cleaved rotted skulls in two, sliced limbs from decayed bodies and took down as many of the dead things as she could. They still kept coming from the other side of the building though.

 

Her choices were few. But she had this weird advantage of seemingly being unappetizing to the dead things. She swathed a path through them, heading for the point of which they were flooding in.

 

She had found it. A large cargo door. There were all sorts of wires, very new looking, attached to it. It seemed to be releasing the zombies into the warehouse, probably from a freight truck, either by way of automatic timer or remote control.

 

She made short work of leaving those control wires in a heaping mess. The doors slammed shut, and wouldn’t be opened again. She took to one knee, resting for just a moment.

 

She turned back, however, to clear away more of the rotting husks. She could see Genesis clinging to the platform, staring wide eyed at her.

 

Addison took her sword and banged it against the metal door. The zombies, or at least some of them, turned their focus from Genesis to Addison herself. Or at least the noise she was making. The lumbered to her, making it easy to dispatch them.


Striving for a new goal

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The Horror Writers Association

I want to be a member of The Horror Writers Association something fierce. I have for some time now. However, being self-published does not qualify me for membership. I have to have something published and paid for (at least $25.00) or have won a cash prize and been published. The more the better.

So, since none of that has happened as of yet, I have hunted down some prize and publication paying competitions. Both will be VERY difficult.

The first and most pressing is a competition that costs $16.00 per entry, with a word limit of 6000. You all know writing short pieces are a challenge to me. ~headdesks~ The deadline for all entries is April 30th. I have skimmed through some of my ‘started and abandoned’ stories and found a couple that could possibly be expanded upon, or in some cases, edited, revised and shortened. I’d like to enter as many as possible.

The second is sort of weird. There are cash prizes and publication, but there isn’t like, a panel of judges. You may only make one entry, between 10k-40k word count. That’s not a big deal for me, I have two stories already that just need an unneeded paragraph or so deleted and some wordiness snipping. What makes this contest weird is that is determined by how many people download your story, which means you have to practically spam your story’s link everywhere as much as you can, get other people to spam it, and really work your ass off to get people to download the story, even if they don’t like the genre or want to read it. However, liking the genre and interest in the story is helpful, because I’m assuming there is a discussion forum for it as another part of ‘winning’ is the literary value, which the site does not state how that is determined. The deadline for that contest is June 4th.

I need something publish, even if its only a little winning, like the $25.00 minimum, to join the Horror Writers Association. Winning something more would be great, especially since you have to pay yearly dues to the Association.

The Horror Writers Association also holds their own contests for their writers, which again, I would love to be able to enter.

I could join as a ‘supporting non-professional writer’, but NO! I AM a professional. Or trying to be. ~whineswhineswhines~

So there you have it.

Camp NaNoWriMo is in April, with a 500 word count per day limit, so maybe I can flesh out some 6000 words or less stories and get them entered into the first competition, provided I have the $16.00 each entry fee’s. I have a few stories that are less than 1000 words, but to me, thats a little too short to be captivating for this competition. ~pouts~ But what do I know? 🙁

The Spotlights are pretty much on hold for a bit. No one has been wanting to step up for my little stage to be interviewed or showcase their work. If you DO happen to want to, then please email me…I will most definitely take the time to shine the lights on fellow authors AND bloggers. (zoeambler@zoeambler.com or zoe.ambler5@gmail.com – please place ‘Spotlight’ in the subject line)


[Mature content – Erotica Excerpt] Touch

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Just a snippet of one of my erotica books I plan on releasing, if you’re interesting in that kind of stuff. Mmmmm….smut…. 🙂

The next morning, Alex remembered that he had locked the bedroom door the previous night. He couldn’t remember why, though. He looked up at the ceiling, and then to his left to find Maddison still asleep. The man turned over onto his side and gently placed his hand onto her waist. He didn’t want to wake her up. His hand fell from her body. It was as if his body was moving on its own, like it knew what it wanted, what it craved.

Alex slipped his hand across her shapely hips, feeling the thin fabric of her gown conform to his fingers. It was such a delicate material. He became bold, however, and lowered his touch to the end of the garment, where he was met with soft, smooth skin – Alex’s hand disappeared under the gown.

He gradually moved closer, so that his chest pressed against her back in a comfortable spooning position. Alex lowered his face into the crook of her neck, where he inhaled her fresh, clean scent.

Maddison felt nice. Something felt nice. She felt comforted and warm. She smiled, waking slowly. Her eyes remained closed as she reveled in this warmth she felt, and when she finally realized that it was the sensation of being touched, touched somewhat intimately. Alex pressed against her, his hand moving over her as his breath floated against her neck. She hummed in pleasure, making him aware she was awake, and receptive to his attentions and affections.

He was pleased with her reaction, knowing she’s been without such intimacies for such a long time. Dr. Lang said it would be good for them, to strengthen their bond; sex provides a deep connection with the souls, he had said.

Alex was thrilled to find nothing underneath the silky gown. He allowed his hand to explore further, tracing the contour of her navel and across the scar left over from the C-section. He paused for a moment, shifting to brush her crimson hair away from her neck and shoulder. He placed a kiss there; he displayed such loving behavior, it was as if he was another man all together.

He resumed his travels, caressing her thighs, purposely avoiding that one little spot. Alex brought his hand back up to her navel, where he teased her belly button, before sliding up her torso, following an invisible line leading him to the smooth skin between her breasts.

Maddison smiled, rolling over a little, as much as Alex would allow. She was allowing him to initiate things, simply following Alex’s lead. She left herself completely open to his exploring, reveling in every bit of his touching.

And he wouldn’t allow much as he kept his chest pressed firmly against her back, asserting his position. Alex’s hand gently cupped one of the heavy mounds, contracting his fingers slightly around the soft globe – testing the waters, so to speak. He wanted to take it slow; he wanted to *feel* her and he wanted her to feel him – all of him.

He brushed the pad of his thumb repeatedly over the hardening nipple, eliciting more pleasure from his woman. *His* woman. Alex smiled against the skin of her neck, liking the idea of being more than just a boyfriend or a baby-daddy. He would be her husband; he would stake claim to this woman.

Maddison moaned softly to Alex’s tender touches. Did he know how much he was turning her on? It was maddening, but she loved it, and she wanted more. She started writhing to him, a soft smile resting on her lips as her hands gripped her own nightgown, lifting it up more for easier access.

He took the nipple between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it slowly as he began to kiss at her neck. Again, he felt his body move on its own, but he wasn’t complaining. He embraced this feeling of contentment.

Alex nibbled at the outer rim of her ear, knowing it was a sensitive spot. As he continued to massage her tit, the man rubbed his leg along hers, bringing his lower half closer to her rear. He knew he was driving her insane with need – he could almost smell it seeping from her pores.

She adored the attention to her neck, it always was one of her most sensitive erogenous zones, and the actions against her breasts as well. She could feel his manhood pressing against her behind as his leg brushed hers, and she purposely slid her lower half against him, smoothing herself over him to arouse his senses more. He was being so sweet, so gentle, so caring. This was like a whole new side of Alex, and she loved it so. She loved him. She was so in love with him.

He grunted softly against her ear, pausing in his actions, as her ass brushed over the front of his pants. Alex licked his lips and trailed his hand down her body, moving closer to her groin. But he avoided it once again, not wanting to end this too quickly. He touched the back of her knees, her inner thighs, her hips – everything but that heated junction between her thighs.

Maddison smiled and bit her lip. She closed her eyes and blissfully moved and swayed under Alex’s alluring touches. She wanted him so badly, and she knew that he knew it. He was teasing her, but not to be malicious. He was simply taking his time, finding the pleasure in touching her. She had waited for this for a long time. This intimacy. She could allow it to unravel as Alex deemed fit, even if her soft sounds and gentle shifting beneath his touch screamed at him to delve his hand between her thighs, to her secret garden of pleasure. She wanted him to explore, and discover the joys of this sort of bonding, and not be so… afraid… if that was even the right word… of intimacies with her. She wanted him to make love to her. And he was, with his exploration of her soft curves and smooth skin. They would make their intimate connection, linking their bodies together, eventually. Maddison was a patient woman. She wanted no other man but Alex, and she was willing to endure his slow discoveries.

Alex watched how her body moved beneath his touch. She was putty in his hands, and so quickly, too. He slid his hand behind her, smoothing it along the round flesh of her ass. He squeezed it, spreading the cheeks apart as he ground himself against her, emphasizing how much he wanted this – to keep her from having second thoughts about his intentions.

He brought his hand back around, letting it glide over the contours of her torso, once again groping her breast. Alex soon began to nip at the skin below her ear, raking his teeth along that one spot.

With his hand on her rear, enticing her even more with his grinding into her, she let slip with another soft moan. She was his, completely. She always had been. When he moved his mouth to her neck again, she reached a hand up, touching him herself. She slid her hand through his soft hair, encouraging him. Letting him know she was pleased. Her body writhed against him again in desire.

He closed his eyes, leaning into her touch. Alex finally relented and delved his hand between her thighs, his fingers reaching past her delicate folds to get at the sweet nectar pooling between them. Instead of going directly to her seeping hole, the man focused on stroking her clitoris in swift motions, applying pressure every now and again.

Maddison opened her thighs to him a little, giving him access to her sweet spot. A sound left her lips, not exactly a moan, and not exactly a sigh, but more of a mix between the two. It was a very pleasurable sound. She rolled her hips to Alex’s actions. She tried to roll her body over more, wanting to be on her back, facing him, to touch him, to kiss him. With a gentle nudge of her body, she sought permission from Alex to move.
And he still refused to give – for now, at least. He sighed against her ear, his fingers becoming slick with vaginal secretions. Alex avoided penetration, wanting to get her body beyond ready. He continued to stroke her, feeling her clit swell beneath his touch. After a while, however, he lowered his hand and inserted his middle finger, thrusting it to and fro.

He closed his eyes and imagined more than his finger gliding in and out. Alex then shifted, allowing her to lean back slightly, enough for him to lower his lips to her breast, his tongue snaking out to lap at the pert nipple. He could soon feel the sensation of his pants brushing over the sensitive head of his penis as it became erect against its confines. His body automatically pressed forward, craving more of that delicious friction.

Maddison was nearly purring to his affections. When he let her move her upper half, she took the opportunity to slide her arm under the arm he was using to support himself up with. His heated mouth on her breast was amazing. She shivered in delight. And when he inserted his finger and began to slowly pump it within her; she took a sharp intake of breath, a pleasurable sound, one of longing. She could feel him stiffening against her, and she wriggled her lower half against him, keeping him interested and stimulated. She rubbed her ass against him, moving when he pressed forward to her. She wanted to speak, murmur softly, but she dare not interrupt this… deeply intimate… time. It was fragile, she felt, it was something delicate.

Alex pulled away to lick his lips.
He withdrew his finger and worked her nether lips apart, letting her feel the stickiness as the folds slid together so nicely. He then removed his touch completely, and reached under the blanket to remove his pants in an almost eager fashion. This is where he allowed the woman to lay back completely, holding onto that anticipation of what was to come.

He crawled over her, his lips attacking that sweet spot below her ear once again as he positioned himself between her thighs. Alex’s hands went back to their exploration. He slid them along the smooth skin of her legs, up to her childbearing hips. Alex wanted her – all of her.

As his cock brushed her navel, Alex released a small sigh against her ear before taking said ear between his teeth, nibbling at it.

Maddison bit her lip again, rolling to her back, making herself comfortable and ready for him and what was to come. As he climbed over her, she smiled, taking a deep breath and sighing out in a pleased way. She could feel his cock brushing against her flesh. He was so large, and so hard. She gave another shiver thinking about what was to come, and how it was going to feel. Alex was a very well-endowed man, and she was a small woman. In every way. There was always a pleasurable pain in the beginning, and she anticipated it… longed for it. She wrapped one arm under his as the other went over his shoulder. She smoothed her gentle fingers over his scarred but soft flesh, taking in the contours of his body by way of touch, as he had painstakingly done with her. She felt his strong, lean muscles move beneath his flesh. His strength was arousing. The only thing she was missing was the kiss. He still hadn’t kissed her yet, and it flitted a small bit of worry through her. He hadn’t kissed her in a very long time. Not since his homecoming. Not a real kiss. A kiss of passion and love. And he knew how she felt about kisses… and this set the wheels of worry into her.

Alex nuzzled under her chin, his lips brushing hers. He guided his cock to her entrance, where it was met with a flood of ecstasy. He pressed the head past the tight mouth, allowing her body to suck him in. Alex lowered his body against her own, watching her closely as he dealt slow thrusts, sinking deeper each time. He then leaned in to place a kiss to her lips, swallowing her pleasurable noises as he sunk into her warm depths.

Relief swept through Maddison as his lips finally met hers. And she was thankful he swallowed up her noises as he pressed himself into her, she knew it would be a tight fit, and she didn’t want to wake the whole house with her noises of pain and pleasure. Her body acclimated itself to accommodate his size, leaving Maddison in a blissful state feeling him seated within her body. They were finally locked together. One. She closed her eyes and smiled, reveling in the love she felt. She moved her hips upwards, slowly, giving a small grind of her hips, urging Alex on. She didn’t want to rush it, but her body had become overheated and overloaded by the pleasure of his sweet explorations and touches. One hand slipped down to his waist as the other braced itself on his shoulder. She lifted her knees and opened herself up to him more, allowing him to sink in a little deeper.

Alex deepened the kiss further as she moved her hips. He began to move his own, pressing in before withdrawing slightly, only to penetrate her once more. She was tight, warm and wet. Alex dealt rather hard, precise thrusts, rocking her body up against the bed; each one stimulating her clit.

Maddison kissed him with all the love and passion she had for him. As he started his thrusting, Maddison matched his rhythm, making it pleasurable for both of them, each thrust bringing great pleasure. Maddison smoothed her hands over her lovers’ body, delving her hand into his hair, trailing it down his neck and spine. Alex was a forceful lover, but Maddison enjoyed the hard, precise pounding. He wasn’t a greedy lover either, making sure she was stimulated with each blow. Again, Maddison wanted to speak, she wanted to murmur into his ear her love, but refrained. This was too perfect to spoil with words.

He hovered over the woman, leaning forward to bury his face against her neck to inhale her scent. It was such a pleasant scent.

Alex’s hand rose to cup her breast, teasing it as he continued to move against her; their skin wet with sweat and other bodily fluids, creating a sickenly sweet noise that echoed throughout the room – their own world.

Maddison arched her back to Alex’s touch on her breast. He was bringing her to heights of pleasure she’d never experience before. She was in awe of him. She kissed and nipped softly at his shoulder, inhaling his scent as well. It was masculine, heavenly, and she couldn’t get enough of it.

And that very hand drifted down her body to settle between her thighs, where he brushed her swollen clit, stroking it with added fervor. He brought his lips to hers once again; kissing away her moans and cries of pleasure as the pace of his thrusts increased.

As he applied attention to her clit again, and increased his pace, Maddison did indeed let loose with soft moans and gentle cries of pleasure. She could barely keep Alexs pace as he thrust in and out of her. Her grip on his body tightened, her small hands holding on to him as the telltale tingle from head to toe tickling its way through her and the knot formed in her lower abdomen. The more thrusting and attention Alex paid to Maddison, the tighter the knot formed, until finally it snapped. Maddison arched her back, pulling her lips away from Alex and let loose with a soft cry of pleasure, ecstasy washing through her core as her body was swept into bliss by her orgasm. She panted for breath as her inner walls clutched down on Alex’s stiff cock, spasming around him, pulling him in and releasing him, repeating the process, leaving Maddison humming out softly in her pleasure, her body coaxing Alex to sweet release.

The feeling of her inner walls clamping down around him, pulsing with need, drove him over the edge. Alex came, his body moving on its own as he leaned forward to nuzzle against the woman’s neck. He released soft noises of his own, letting Maddison know just how good she made him feel.

Hearing his noises elated Maddison. She wrapped her arms around him and embraced him to herself lovingly. She caught her breath, kissing his shoulder and moving a hand to run through his hair in a relaxing, loving manner. She sighed out contentedly, moving to kiss Alex’s neck, her body finally relaxing under his as she still had tiny shimmers of bliss sparking through her. He had made her feel so good. So beautiful. And he never said a word. All their love was expressed through touch. But sooner or later that had to end. Maddison just didn’t want to be the one to break the silence.

He rested against her, feeling lost in the silence. Alex kept his face hidden against her neck as he whispered “I love you” against her ear. He didn’t say it often, not like he should.

Maddison smiled against him. She believed him. She nodded against him, moving her lips against his neck, murmuring softly. “I love you, too…”

Alex finally pulled away and sat up, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. “Thank you,” he said, glancing over his shoulder at the woman. She looked so beautiful lying there in the afterglow.

Maddison didn’t understand why or what he was thanking her for. She simply nodded to him as he moved away and sat up on the edge of the bed. She was a little confused, but she tried not to let it get to her. She had wanted to hold him longer, but she knew he wasn’t the touchy-feely type, despite her wishes otherwise. There were just going to be some things he couldn’t provide for her, and she knew she would just have to get over them. She wouldn’t trade him for anything in the world, so she would make concessions and sacrifices. She offered a small smile in his direction and closed her eyes.

“Come to me…” he said softly.

Maddison opened her eyes to the sound of his voice. She sat up and nodded, moving to the edge of the bed, sitting beside him. She looked at him questioningly.

Well, to those of you who like Erotica, I hope you enjoyed that. I have several erotica novels to release in the future, after revisions. Some are fantasy, some are horror, and some are just regular angst filled star crossed lovers.

~mwah~


Write, right?

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So its quite late in the afternoon for me to be up and out and about, but I was sitting at home (wallowing) and decided the best course of action was to get out of there. I wanted coffee, that I did make, because come one, coffee shop coffee is usually better.

So I packed up the lappy and here I am. Home away from home.

I’ve gotten things done, too! I accidentally deleted everything in my email! Go me!

Thankfully, my most important things were in separate folders.

I have the spotlights ready for tomorrow.

And now I am working on my story. Just an added chapter I thought of while wallowing. Its coming along nicely.

My only complaint is that the coffee shop is a little crowded today with rambunctious and noisy people. It would be different if they were having quiet conversation…but no, they are loud and shouting and…speaking a language I have no understanding of. Maybe its supposed to be yelled.

My coffee is good though. And I got myself a sandwich in case I feel peckish.

I will admit my nerves are shot and my mood is down. I feel a depression coming on. I’ll work through it, however. I always do.

I was going to cook a nice dinner tonight, but I think I’ll say bugger it and eat noodles…or this sandwich…lol. The spawn can feed herself.

I’ve been reading more erotica lately, which makes me really want to start editing and publishing my own works. But that can wait. I’d like to get Addisons story out of the way first. Sales aren’t doing well at all. Non-existent nearly. But, I will still put out the second book, just for symmetry sake. I’m OCD like that.

Speaking of OCD…the blue of my shirt doesn’t match the blue of my pants slightly. Its bugging me. I almost want to go home and change. But I keep telling myself its so slight, you can only tell marginally in the direct sunlight. But still…I KNOW!!!!


Write, right?

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So its quite late in the afternoon for me to be up and out and about, but I was sitting at home (wallowing) and decided the best course of action was to get out of there. I wanted coffee, that I did make, because come one, coffee shop coffee is usually better.

So I packed up the lappy and here I am. Home away from home.

I’ve gotten things done, too! I accidentally deleted everything in my email! Go me!

Thankfully, my most important things were in separate folders.

I have the spotlights ready for tomorrow.

And now I am working on my story. Just an added chapter I thought of while wallowing. Its coming along nicely.

My only complaint is that the coffee shop is a little crowded today with rambunctious and noisy people. It would be different if they were having quiet conversation…but no, they are loud and shouting and…speaking a language I have no understanding of. Maybe its supposed to be yelled.

My coffee is good though. And I got myself a sandwich in case I feel peckish.

I will admit my nerves are shot and my mood is down. I feel a depression coming on. I’ll work through it, however. I always do.

I was going to cook a nice dinner tonight, but I think I’ll say bugger it and eat noodles…or this sandwich…lol. The spawn can feed herself.

I’ve been reading more erotica lately, which makes me really want to start editing and publishing my own works. But that can wait. I’d like to get Addisons story out of the way first. Sales aren’t doing well at all. Non-existent nearly. But, I will still put out the second book, just for symmetry sake. I’m OCD like that.

Speaking of OCD…the blue of my shirt doesn’t match the blue of my pants slightly. Its bugging me. I almost want to go home and change. But I keep telling myself its so slight, you can only tell marginally in the direct sunlight. But still…I KNOW!!!!


The Road of Darkness: Excerpt, Chapter 8

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The war was riveting. Some nights, she would watch the firefights from a hidden perch within the trees or in the shadows. She watched the men hiding in trenches, moving in sporadic fashion to launch volley after volley of attacks. Hell, some were merely boys.
They ran with limited light, killing with guns, knives and bombs. Their bodies were getting snared, becoming tangled and mangled in barbed wire lines.
One evening, she came upon a small battlefield. Men were getting tangled in the razor-wire fences and posts. Some were still alive, their bodies ripped apart and torn asunder in their panic and struggles to free themselves. Their cries echoed through the night.
Addison fed on them. It was an easy meal. There was no thrill of the hunt, but when opportunity knocked, you answered the door, she figured.


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