Shawn Weaver's Blog

January 30, 2014

Feeling hung over, even though I haven’t had a drink in over a week, I stumble off of the couch, which has acted as my bed for the last sixty hours. The sheet tangles with my feet. I kick it under the coffee table, and drag myself across apartment to the kitchenette that shares the same open space with my living room.
Grabbing the coffee pot, I look down to see a thick swirl of black dredge that remained from Friday morning’s breakfast. Disgusted, I pour the stale coffee into the sink, and rinse the pot. With my elbow, I turn off the tap and look through the coffee-stained glass. I figure that it has a semblance of being clean.
I slip the pot back on the burner, check the water level in the reservoir, then pull out the filter cup. The brown filter is filled with a hard block of dark grounds that remind me of a hockey puck. Tossing the solidified mess into the small trash bin underneath the sink, I rummage with my free hand through the cupboard left of the fridge. I find my can of Folgers and set it on the counter. Knowing that the package of filters always sat next to the can, I reach for it, only to end up grasping an empty cellophane package.
Exasperated, I pick up the can of coffee and toss it back into the cupboard. Before the little container can roll out, I slam the door shut. A sharp pain slices through my head, reminding me that I’m still not well.
I grab my best friend for the weekend, a bottle of aspirin, off of the counter where I had left it the night before on one of my many excursions from the safety of the couch to the toilet. Popping the top I down two of the white pills. Dry swallowing, I think about taking a few more, though the way my stomach feels, I don't think it's such a good idea.
The last sixty hours of life-draining flu virus that had hit me as soon as I had returned from delivering Mr. White’s corpse to the North Western Baptist Ministries in Guttenberg, Iowa, had been the longest of my life. I couldn’t sleep, couldn’t stay awake, and couldn’t concentrate on anything other than the nausea churning in my stomach.
The longer I stand at the counter, the more my legs feel like leaden logs that do not want to cooperate. I can get up steadily now, even though my knees are weak, unlike Saturday when I had to almost crawl to get to the bathroom. Thank god my apartment isn't too large, or I would have never made it in time for the numerous gut wrenching bouts with the toilet.
Walking to the master bedroom behind the kitchenette, I grab a wrinkled pair of jeans and a white T-shirt from the laundry basket sitting on the bed. The soft comfort of my mattress calls to me to settle in for a few more hours. But I had lain on the couch for far too long, and know that I need to move about and get something to eat.
Popping on my sandals, I walk back to the living room and grab my wallet, keys and cell phone from the coffee table. Feeling warm light on my back from the wall of windows that looks out over a balcony to the Navy Pier and Lake Michigan, I head out the door.
Eleven stories up, I walk the clean hallway, decorated with photos of the Chicago skyline on the walls. On my floor, four other apartments exist in this wing of the X shaped twelve-story building. Each floor of the X has access to its own elevator, giving semblance of privacy. All of the apartments are occupied by a myriad of people who can afford such luxury.
I myself am not one of those people. I can barely afford to put gas in my car. But my grandfather, Timothy Briggs, had invested heavily in construction along Lake Shore Drive in the booming days of Chicago’s growth. And with that, he acquired ownership in numerous buildings, including the one I live in now.
At first, my apartment was to be a place for anyone in the family visiting the city to stay overnight. But after my grandfather passed away his assets had been sliced up between the children and grandchildren. I ended up with three thousand feet of prime real-estate, and a small stipend doled out every month. Not a whole lot, but enough to keep food in the pantry and gas in my car.
On top of that, I work with my dad at a job I don't necessarily want, but it pays the remainder of my bills. I help my dad at the Briggs and Sons Funeral Home, with four convenient locations in the Chicago land area, serving all of your dearly departed's needs.
My parents raised me with ethics, and the mantra that I have to earn my keep. So after graduating high school, I went to the Lincoln School of Mortuary Sciences and got my bachelor’s degree.
So here I am, twenty-three, just off a gut wrenching bout of the flu, and a hankering for coffee. I know that I should eat, but the thought of food makes my stomach churn. Maybe I could hold down some chicken soup if the café on the first floor has any today. They rotate their selection of soups daily, and I'm not in the mood for split pea.
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Published on January 30, 2014 07:10 • 18 views • Tags: chicago, undead, zombies

February 2, 2013

If there is one thing Katrina Michaels does extremely well is she gives life to her characters. Love them, or hate them, you can’t but help finding yourself believing that these characters are alive. The twists that she slips into her storylines are well plotted and enjoyable. Not wanting to give away any spoilers I have to state that I was taken aback to find out whom the bad guy was. And weeks after finishing the novel I still hate the reverend.
Katrina has become one of my favorite authors, and I highly recommend every book that she has written to date. I can’t wait to read her next novel. Hopefully we will not have to wait too long.
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Published on February 02, 2013 08:04 • 55 views

September 2, 2011

The SCM of 2030 is Ami Blackwelder’s new edition to her ever growing library of works. Once again she delves into the future of Alaska, and the world, as it copes’ with an alien threat. You as the reader see this threat as how it really is. And you find yourself growing fond of the characters in this growing series. The SCM is a fun read. Ami throws some surprising twists into the storyline that grow as the series continues. I give the SCM of 2030 4 stars.
Shawn Weaver – Author, The Dark Caravan
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Published on September 02, 2011 14:04 • 100 views

August 24, 2011

Characters that come to life grace the pages of Aurora Lightbourne’s new novel, Brass Hearts. You cannot help but to feel for these characters. Some you will hate, some you will love, and I guarantee you will be not be disappointed with the end. Aurora has an ability that few have. She makes the story stick with you. Long after you finish this novel you will want more of her fine work. 5 stars from me and I see more to come.
Shawn Weaver, Author – The Dark Caravan
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Published on August 24, 2011 11:21 • 73 views

July 16, 2011

The Judging by Ellen Maze is a unique twist on the vampire mythos. She has taken her religious beliefs and splashed it throughout her work. Not one to believe that vampires can cross over in a religious storyline. I was surprised that Ellen did such a good job of not preaching her beliefs to the reader. And yet put across her message. If you’re looking for a blood soaked vampire tale this is not the book for you. But if you’re looking for something that takes the vampire genre to a new level you will enjoy this novel.
Shawn Weaver, Author - The Dark Caravan
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Published on July 16, 2011 08:54 • 86 views

July 10, 2011

Ever wanted to know what happened to the guy who unknowingly stepped into the song Hotel California. Well Donnie Light takes you there. Just like the song, Hotel California is a quick trip into dark mystery. What lurks behind the hotels closed doors, and beware of the sultry woman who lives there.
I give this book 4 Stars
Shawn Weaver, Author – The Dark Caravan
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Published on July 10, 2011 10:37 • 78 views

June 4, 2011

Women and Other Monsters by Bernard Schaffer was an interesting change from the standard line of novels that I read. Not usually one to read short stories, I was impressed by the depth that Bernard got in such a short space. Each story had a unique take. But I do say the stories were way to short. I could see a novel growing from each, and I hope Bernard continues to write such wonderful pieces. I can’t wait to read his next story and I hope it’s soon.
Shawn Weaver, Author, The Dark Caravan
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Published on June 04, 2011 10:57 • 73 views

May 27, 2011

Book four of the Space Tripper’s series: Will Work for Food/Parts by Aurora Lightbourne is a fun romp on a planet filled with desperate people wishing they had more to life than living in a desert. I found myself pleasantly surprised at the twists and turns that the story took. Aurora has created characters that capture your imagination, and you will find yourself with a vested interest in them. My only question is will Nahni-bot get the grand children that she so desires, and will the crew get home alive or be thrown into a war that none of them want to be part of? I guess I will have to wait for the next installment. So get busy Aurora your fans await!!!!
Shawn Weaver – Author, The Dark Caravan
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Published on May 27, 2011 11:44 • 69 views

May 7, 2011

Using just the right amount of tech, and the right amount of quirkiness, Aurora Lightbourne has a well-paced novel that leaves the reader satisfied. Unlike most series where you have to read the prior novels to understand what is going on in the next. Book Three of the Space Tripper’s series makes an easy transition for the reader. With well-defined characters that the reader can make an investment in. Aurora shows the skill that she has as a writer. I can’t wait to read the next in her series.
Shawn Weaver – Co-author, Ripper’s Row
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Published on May 07, 2011 07:24 • 86 views

March 8, 2011

Loco Lobo by Magnolia Belle was a fun read. Though I am not one to readily read a romance novel, I have been impressed by her other works and decided to give this one a shot. And I was not disappointed. Magnolia gives life to her characters, and you will surely find yourself drawn into her world. Who knew that playing in a band could cause so much heart ache, and yet could complete one’s self with just the pound of a drum.
Shawn Weaver – Author Dragon’s Chest
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Published on March 08, 2011 11:16 • 175 views