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July 26, 2016
Update for fans of Apple iBooks and iTunes
Hey there!
Nice meeting you here again!
I once posted that you can find my book, Suddenly Death, on Apple iBooks, but at that time I could not place the link, well there it is.
Enjoy!
Take care and be very good and thank you enormously for your time and attention!
~Roland~
#ibooks #shortstory #author #FARG #bookbloggers #eBook #amwriting#freebies
Nice meeting you here again!
I once posted that you can find my book, Suddenly Death, on Apple iBooks, but at that time I could not place the link, well there it is.
Enjoy!
Take care and be very good and thank you enormously for your time and attention!
~Roland~
#ibooks #shortstory #author #FARG #bookbloggers #eBook #amwriting#freebies
July 25, 2016
Freebies time!
Hey there!
It's time we had another round of #FREEBIES, don't you agree?
No long and boring rules, you can win yourself a FREE copy of my book, Suddenly Death, by either:
* Leaving a comment here on my Blog, saying that you want one, or:
* Send me an email and ask for one, or:
* Leave a comment on my Facebook Author page that you want one.
That's it!
Let me hear from you!
~Roland~
#shortstory #author #FARG #bookbloggers #eBook #amwriting #freebies
It's time we had another round of #FREEBIES, don't you agree?
No long and boring rules, you can win yourself a FREE copy of my book, Suddenly Death, by either:
* Leaving a comment here on my Blog, saying that you want one, or:
* Send me an email and ask for one, or:
* Leave a comment on my Facebook Author page that you want one.
That's it!
Let me hear from you!
~Roland~
#shortstory #author #FARG #bookbloggers #eBook #amwriting #freebies
July 23, 2016
Today's special: A double feature!
Hey there!
Glad to have you back again!
Yesterday I promised you another fragment. I decided on making it extra special: you will be given TWO (2) fragments instead. That is: two separate fragments, from different stories!
Which stories?
A fragment from Perfect Summer, which includes the previous fragment. Just adding an additional set of paragraphs. And one from my unpublished story Familiar.
Here they are. Do enjoy! (As for me: I enjoy doing this. I love sharing!)
_____________Familiar
The names of the streets in that part of the old colonial city were dates. Days in numbers and the months written in full in Spanish but long names abridged.The name of the street of his hotel had not been shortened. The date of this street was hismother’s birthday and Nicholas took a room. He squinted looking up at the white on blue street sign, shading his eyes with his hand, and turned the corner onto the promenade.The shopping promenade was void of cars. Taxi drivers crowded the corners of the streetsthat ran perpendicular offering their services as did the prostitutes who clung onto the arms of prospective clients.Other semi-professionals, young women in their early twenties, stood in the promenadeadvertising services and products sold in the front sections of the stores. They offered backsection services once the tourist unbeknowing to the procedure was coaxed inside and lead to the rear.Men peddled the same authentic prints of paintings lined up in front of the hurricane shuttersof vacant buildings.Nicholas passed the old cathedral, crossed the street where the horse-cabs stood, and farther the two art academies that faced each other. Construction went on in the building left of the academy on the right. Two sheets of plywood in the entrance hung side by side hinged with the soles of six sneakers, on one sheet hung a sign with the name of the new restaurant.At the end of the passage he walked down the wide stairs of this part of the old fort wall. He turned right onto the sidewalk along the avenida where the general’s statue was still keptimpeccably clean. He put on his shades after wiping the sweat off his forehead with a handkerchief. The day grew hotter, but past the bend that takes the avenida to the Malecón, the breeze emerged.Nicholas climbed the walled steps opposite the monument of the bishop martyr on the otherside of the avenue. An old man wearing a beret and a roll of canvas tucked under an arm passed him on the steps. The park at the top of the bulge had a handful of trees at the front and as many old worn-down benches.He sat down and the breeze brought the conversation from the bench in front of him. A manasked his female companion when she would be ready to receive him. The breeze stopped when she started about her kids.The higher bridge across the Río Ozama had its usual fill of cars; everyone had somewhereto go.At the other end of the park the street was bare but for two delivery boys carrying grocerieson motorbikes._____________
NOT SUITABLE FOR ALL READERS!_____________Perfect Summer
She cried, but she kept quiet. She said nothing as she lay there. The ground cold beneath her, the grass nicked her skin, and pebbles prodded into her back.
The first man ripped her panties with one swift pull. He shoved her skirt up to her hips and the other two pressed her hands and feet hard into the grass and sharp pebbles. Tears flowed along her ears. But she said nothing. And her silence continued when this man on top of her shoved up her pullover and bra.
The girl turned her head sideways and looked away. The grass grew under the shrubs and along the slope to the walls of the channel that dropped straight into the water. Morning clouds hid the Sun, the autumn chill had begun and the young girl’s exposed skin showed this.
The first man’s words were unintelligible. He breathed heavier and ended with a loud groan.
The man grabbed the girl’s wrist and thrust the back of her hand into the pebbles as he withdrew.
He fumbled and zipped his trouser up with the other hand.
The thick boxwood hedge hid them well from the street. The footpath they dragged her to, behind the brush, led to a bridge far enough from the busy streets where merchants and early clients debated prices.
“Man,” the big one said, “See those?” He gazed at the girl’s bareness as he groped himself, pushing her legs open. The girl lay still, soon her body jerked with the man’s movements.
“I told you all she was right,” the first man said.
“Yeah,” the big man said. “She is.”
This other guy was larger. A lot larger, with large tattoos on his lower arms as far as his knuckles, but the girl remained silent. She still looked away. The clouds stood unmoving, vapid and thick, the Sun remained hidden behind them. In the gray shade of the grass, an army of ants marched between blades carrying the cadaver of a ladybug. The girl looked as the ants disappeared between the grass blades.
The girl’s right cheek had swollen much more now since the fall she had made when this big man had thrown her on the ground. Her cheek had hit a fist size rock as she went face first.
Even now the girl maintained her silence while her second assailant continued grunting, his breathing erratic and strong, and his large hands pressed her thighs wider open. And he ended.
_____________
You can read more here: Suddenly Death.
Do take care and be good and a million thank yous for your time and attention.
~Roland~
Glad to have you back again!
Yesterday I promised you another fragment. I decided on making it extra special: you will be given TWO (2) fragments instead. That is: two separate fragments, from different stories!
Which stories?
A fragment from Perfect Summer, which includes the previous fragment. Just adding an additional set of paragraphs. And one from my unpublished story Familiar.
Here they are. Do enjoy! (As for me: I enjoy doing this. I love sharing!)
_____________Familiar
The names of the streets in that part of the old colonial city were dates. Days in numbers and the months written in full in Spanish but long names abridged.The name of the street of his hotel had not been shortened. The date of this street was hismother’s birthday and Nicholas took a room. He squinted looking up at the white on blue street sign, shading his eyes with his hand, and turned the corner onto the promenade.The shopping promenade was void of cars. Taxi drivers crowded the corners of the streetsthat ran perpendicular offering their services as did the prostitutes who clung onto the arms of prospective clients.Other semi-professionals, young women in their early twenties, stood in the promenadeadvertising services and products sold in the front sections of the stores. They offered backsection services once the tourist unbeknowing to the procedure was coaxed inside and lead to the rear.Men peddled the same authentic prints of paintings lined up in front of the hurricane shuttersof vacant buildings.Nicholas passed the old cathedral, crossed the street where the horse-cabs stood, and farther the two art academies that faced each other. Construction went on in the building left of the academy on the right. Two sheets of plywood in the entrance hung side by side hinged with the soles of six sneakers, on one sheet hung a sign with the name of the new restaurant.At the end of the passage he walked down the wide stairs of this part of the old fort wall. He turned right onto the sidewalk along the avenida where the general’s statue was still keptimpeccably clean. He put on his shades after wiping the sweat off his forehead with a handkerchief. The day grew hotter, but past the bend that takes the avenida to the Malecón, the breeze emerged.Nicholas climbed the walled steps opposite the monument of the bishop martyr on the otherside of the avenue. An old man wearing a beret and a roll of canvas tucked under an arm passed him on the steps. The park at the top of the bulge had a handful of trees at the front and as many old worn-down benches.He sat down and the breeze brought the conversation from the bench in front of him. A manasked his female companion when she would be ready to receive him. The breeze stopped when she started about her kids.The higher bridge across the Río Ozama had its usual fill of cars; everyone had somewhereto go.At the other end of the park the street was bare but for two delivery boys carrying grocerieson motorbikes._____________
NOT SUITABLE FOR ALL READERS!_____________Perfect Summer
She cried, but she kept quiet. She said nothing as she lay there. The ground cold beneath her, the grass nicked her skin, and pebbles prodded into her back.
The first man ripped her panties with one swift pull. He shoved her skirt up to her hips and the other two pressed her hands and feet hard into the grass and sharp pebbles. Tears flowed along her ears. But she said nothing. And her silence continued when this man on top of her shoved up her pullover and bra.
The girl turned her head sideways and looked away. The grass grew under the shrubs and along the slope to the walls of the channel that dropped straight into the water. Morning clouds hid the Sun, the autumn chill had begun and the young girl’s exposed skin showed this.
The first man’s words were unintelligible. He breathed heavier and ended with a loud groan.
The man grabbed the girl’s wrist and thrust the back of her hand into the pebbles as he withdrew.
He fumbled and zipped his trouser up with the other hand.
The thick boxwood hedge hid them well from the street. The footpath they dragged her to, behind the brush, led to a bridge far enough from the busy streets where merchants and early clients debated prices.
“Man,” the big one said, “See those?” He gazed at the girl’s bareness as he groped himself, pushing her legs open. The girl lay still, soon her body jerked with the man’s movements.
“I told you all she was right,” the first man said.
“Yeah,” the big man said. “She is.”
This other guy was larger. A lot larger, with large tattoos on his lower arms as far as his knuckles, but the girl remained silent. She still looked away. The clouds stood unmoving, vapid and thick, the Sun remained hidden behind them. In the gray shade of the grass, an army of ants marched between blades carrying the cadaver of a ladybug. The girl looked as the ants disappeared between the grass blades.
The girl’s right cheek had swollen much more now since the fall she had made when this big man had thrown her on the ground. Her cheek had hit a fist size rock as she went face first.
Even now the girl maintained her silence while her second assailant continued grunting, his breathing erratic and strong, and his large hands pressed her thighs wider open. And he ended.
_____________
You can read more here: Suddenly Death.
Do take care and be good and a million thank yous for your time and attention.
~Roland~
July 22, 2016
Did you know....
Hey there!
Welcome back! Nice to meet up again.
I know I haven't done much posting since yesterday, but it does not mean I have not been thinking about all of you. I have!
Did you know that my book, Suddenly Death, contains 4 stories?
You have now been privileged to read fragments of the first two stories. Each fragment contained the first 4 or 5 paragraphs of the story.
The 4 stories are: Perfect Summer , Rosalinda , Twisted , and Innocent Guilt.
Perfect Summer jumps right into what the story's about: a young woman being raped by three men and what follows from that.
The Rosalinda fragment shows Rosalinda and her dad as he arrives from work and they are about to go shopping. Everybody seems to love this story most.
Twisted is a story about an old woman dying, and her subsequent death, in a hospital.
Innocent Guilt , like the title implies, is about innocence, that of kids and what they can end up feeling guilty about.
But, did you know that a fragment of another story is included in my book Suddenly Death? It's a fragment of my next collection of short stories. The fragment I included is from my story Familiar .
And why am I telling you all this? Smiling here again.
Well, good and dear readers, my next post will contain a fragment of Familiar . I will thereby give you a glimpse of my unfinished book. This is a half-promise I winked at a couple of posts back.
Stay tuned and look out for that fragment of Familiar in tomorrow's post.
Thanking you abundantly for your time and attention and do take very good care. The world is getting madder out there.
~Roland~
Welcome back! Nice to meet up again.
I know I haven't done much posting since yesterday, but it does not mean I have not been thinking about all of you. I have!
Did you know that my book, Suddenly Death, contains 4 stories?
You have now been privileged to read fragments of the first two stories. Each fragment contained the first 4 or 5 paragraphs of the story.
The 4 stories are: Perfect Summer , Rosalinda , Twisted , and Innocent Guilt.
Perfect Summer jumps right into what the story's about: a young woman being raped by three men and what follows from that.
The Rosalinda fragment shows Rosalinda and her dad as he arrives from work and they are about to go shopping. Everybody seems to love this story most.
Twisted is a story about an old woman dying, and her subsequent death, in a hospital.
Innocent Guilt , like the title implies, is about innocence, that of kids and what they can end up feeling guilty about.
But, did you know that a fragment of another story is included in my book Suddenly Death? It's a fragment of my next collection of short stories. The fragment I included is from my story Familiar .
And why am I telling you all this? Smiling here again.
Well, good and dear readers, my next post will contain a fragment of Familiar . I will thereby give you a glimpse of my unfinished book. This is a half-promise I winked at a couple of posts back.
Stay tuned and look out for that fragment of Familiar in tomorrow's post.
Thanking you abundantly for your time and attention and do take very good care. The world is getting madder out there.
~Roland~
July 21, 2016
A new fragment of Rosalinda, a story from my book
Hey there!
Do I keep my promises, or not? As promised, here is a fragment of another short story from my book, Suddenly Death.
I hope you will enjoy this as much as you did the previous fragment.
________
Rosalinda
Rosalinda kissed her dad’s cheek before he stood her on the ground. She smiled so wide that her lips thinned. “Gracias, papi,” she said. “Me gusta mucho.”
José grinning, looked at his little girl, her brows dark like her mother’s, and so too her long hair. She was the image of her mother, but had little of José. Those who did not know, considered her a San Juanera, or the daughter of one, but Rosalinda and both her parents were born in the capital. They were real capitaleños and never been to San Juan de la Manguana.
“Of course, Linda,” José said. He had bought the candy off a street vendor at kilómetro trece along the autopista. It had cost him half what he paid for a pan de agua, the cheaper bread they ate every day, at Doña Inez’s grocery. “Your papá knows what his special girl likes.”
Rosalinda removed the wrapping from the rock candy, pointing it at her dad, “Mira papá, red,” and shrieked. She placed her hand over her mouth, eyes wide, and looked at her dad. José smiled and rubbed a finger under his daughter’s chin. “Today, papi will say nothing,” he told his little girl, “Your smile is worth all the caramelo in the world.”
José took Rosalinda by the hand, her other hand holding the candy between her lips. “Come,” he said, “we will visit the colmado. Today I have earned well.” José waved bills he had taken from his shirt pocket in front of his daughter’s face, Rosalinda smiled. “Let us make Doña Inez happy,” he said.
________
You can read more at Smashwords or your favorite retailer.
Do take good care and thank you for your invaluable time and precious attention.
~Roland~
Do I keep my promises, or not? As promised, here is a fragment of another short story from my book, Suddenly Death.
I hope you will enjoy this as much as you did the previous fragment.
________
Rosalinda
Rosalinda kissed her dad’s cheek before he stood her on the ground. She smiled so wide that her lips thinned. “Gracias, papi,” she said. “Me gusta mucho.”
José grinning, looked at his little girl, her brows dark like her mother’s, and so too her long hair. She was the image of her mother, but had little of José. Those who did not know, considered her a San Juanera, or the daughter of one, but Rosalinda and both her parents were born in the capital. They were real capitaleños and never been to San Juan de la Manguana.
“Of course, Linda,” José said. He had bought the candy off a street vendor at kilómetro trece along the autopista. It had cost him half what he paid for a pan de agua, the cheaper bread they ate every day, at Doña Inez’s grocery. “Your papá knows what his special girl likes.”
Rosalinda removed the wrapping from the rock candy, pointing it at her dad, “Mira papá, red,” and shrieked. She placed her hand over her mouth, eyes wide, and looked at her dad. José smiled and rubbed a finger under his daughter’s chin. “Today, papi will say nothing,” he told his little girl, “Your smile is worth all the caramelo in the world.”
José took Rosalinda by the hand, her other hand holding the candy between her lips. “Come,” he said, “we will visit the colmado. Today I have earned well.” José waved bills he had taken from his shirt pocket in front of his daughter’s face, Rosalinda smiled. “Let us make Doña Inez happy,” he said.
________
You can read more at Smashwords or your favorite retailer.
Do take good care and thank you for your invaluable time and precious attention.
~Roland~
July 20, 2016
Heads up!
Hey there!
Just a little heads up: Tomorrow I will post a fragment of another short story from my book, Suddenly Death. Be sure to check it out here, or on my Facebook Author page.
Thanking you for your time and attention, as I should always! Do take good care.
~Roland~
Just a little heads up: Tomorrow I will post a fragment of another short story from my book, Suddenly Death. Be sure to check it out here, or on my Facebook Author page.
Thanking you for your time and attention, as I should always! Do take good care.
~Roland~
Everybody happy? YAY!
Hey there!Here we are once again! I hope that you are as happy as I am.And why am I so happy? Seems like really everybody was interested in reading a tidbit of the first story, Perfect Summer, from my book Suddenly Death.That makes me happy!It also makes me realize that I should share some more fragments with you! Now, isn't that something to be happy about? (Yep...you guessed it right: I am smiling!)And I shall share. I promise! The next fragment I will share will be from one of the other stories in my book, Suddenly Death.And just maybe, if you ask nicely, I might one day, later, share fragments of unpublished stories.Remember, the book can be got here:Smashwords[image error]
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Thanking you profoundly for your attention and time.Do take care and be good.
~Roland~
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Kobo[image error]
National Bookstore[image error]
Thanking you profoundly for your attention and time.Do take care and be good.
~Roland~
