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November 19, 2012
Sparrow’s Release has been released!
Hello out there and HAPPY HOLIDAYS!!! I do hope everyone out there is having a blessed, safe and wonderful season. I am a little SLOW on the uptake, BUT I wanted to let EVERYONE know, Sparrow’s Release came available last night to many sites.
Smashwords, Barnes and Noble, Amazon, Omnilit, and several other sites all offer this latest short story by me. Or you can get it NOW on my publishers site. http://gypsyshadow.com Of course, I have to tell you, I have been completely humbled because I have already received notification for sales, which really just makes my day, because to me, it means you guys were really listening and waiting for it, even if you don’t comment on my blogs and FB, you still really do read them. Thank you. I love you guys!
To those of you who DIDN’T know yet, YES, it is indeed out and available to be added to your collection. While you’re looking, you owe it to yourself to check out all the other fabulous authors GSP has to offer. Such an array of talented storytellers, you don’t want to overlook any of them!
hugs to ALL!
Shiloh
November 9, 2012
Holiday Blues . . . Do you get them?
Are the holidays hard for you? Do you find yourself getting emotional over fond memories? When I was a child, the holidays were my favorite time of year. I was out of school… Family who lived in different places would come in to town, there were lots of treats in the kitchen and it was just the perfect time to me. But I didn’t realize how hard it was on many of the adults around me.
When I was sixteen, I got my FIRST real dose of reality. As in where Holiday Blues really come from. Of course, at the time, I didn’t realize that was what it was. My Grandmother’s sister had to be put in the Hospital late that September. She didn’t get to come back out. We spent that Thanksgiving and Christmas (and every weekend leading up to it) in a strange city, making trips back and forth to the hospital and waiting for chances to get to see her. She was in CCU, so the time was limited. Then, January 31st, after the holidays were over, the great Spirit ended her misery and took her home.
After that, Christmas and Thanksgiving were never the same. Since then, many things have added to the array of reasons to have a difficult holiday season. Deaths of loved ones, bad things happening around that season . . . Every little thing can make an impact.
There are, of course, still reasons to STILL celebrate. . . to still be happy and thankful. I still feel blessed. But sometimes, when I least expect it, I’ll catch whiff of a particular fragrance. Hot cocoa with peppermint extract. . . Chocolate covered coconut balls. . . Or hear a beautiful Christmas song , sung in a specific way, and I’m a goner.
I understand and appreciate better now how hard it must have been for the older generations of my family to keep up an ever cheerful facade and not let me see the tears I know my mother, and my grandmother sometimes cried over loved ones they had long lost. Now, it’s my turn to put on a cheerful face, smile and sing songs to make my grandchild smile… and hope someday she will be able to remember me fondly as she passes the same legacy down to her own young ones.
I will always hold to the wonderful memories I do have. They are more precious than gold and they encourage me to work my hardest and making wonderful memories for my own children and grandchildren to share.
This time of year is when suicide rates are at their highest. Many people go through depression and may have no one to share their pain with. I offer up my good will to all of them. If any of them happen to be reading this, I want them to know they aren’t alone. Our lost loved ones are still with us. They draw breath with every wonderful memory we have of them and they embrace us with those memories. It may seem hard, but try to imagine those memories as their way of maintaining contact with us. Love IS the biggest blessing, because it cannot be shackled or swayed by death or the passing of time.
I’m sorry my blog turned into a sappy moment, but I was overcome with the feeling that SOMEONE out there may have needed this. Bear with me, guys. I promise it won’t happen often! Happy Holidays to all of you, whatever way you celebrate and however you believe, be good to one another.
October 31, 2012
Halloween Poem
HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!!!!
In the dark of the night,
By the light of the moon.
There were ghosts all around me,
As I whistled an eerie tune.
I hummed a little bit,
and the owls harmonized.
I sang to the spirits,
While wolves added their cries.
Around the witches flame,
I danced round and round.
And the spectre’s who watched me,
Rose up from the ground.
They joined in my dance,
And their songs turned to moans.
And I became cautious,
For I realized I was all alone.
I had gone in the forest,
With no thought of being cautious.
But then when the spirits came,
The fear I felt made me nauseous.
They took over my harmless dance,
And turned my songs to scary chants.
They moaned and spoke the darkest spells,
Calling forth what I thought must be the hounds of hell.
The wolves surrounded me,
While the owls and bats watched from the trees.
The night grew deathly silent.
With no stirrings; even from a breeze.
Suddenly the night was no longer my own,
For the Spirits were watching me.
And I was helpless against them,
You see; they frightened me.
Then the hooded man came,
Dark, mysterious and proud.
He stood mere inches from me,
I could hear his breathing ’twas so loud.
“Silly child!” he chided,
“Do you still not understand?
Halloween is for the Supernaturnal,
Not for mere mortal man.”
Then he took a step closer,
and a taller man I never knew.
As he gazed down upon me,
Fear changed my red blood to blue.
“Now run along home,”
He said with a smile.
“Our paths will cross again,
In a few more years and a few more miles.”
I took off at a run,
As the wolves howled their goodbyes.
I ran back to my safe silent home,
And never questioned the tears in my eyes.
Why had the man scared me so?
He hadn’t been overly cruel.
Yet he scared me away so easily,
Like a teacher scolding me in school.
It was years later,
when I finally realized.
It wasn’t the man’s voice which scared me so,
But the glowing red in his eyes.
Then one night as an adult,
I again decided to be brave.
A wolf came to me then,
And he led me to a cave.
Once inside,
He gave me a big surprise.
That night I discovered the wolf I followed,
Was my man with glowing eyes.
He looked me over,
With a kind of fiendish delight.
Then he reached out and I took his hand,
And he made me a child of the Night….
October 19, 2012
Blurb for my new story
Sparrow is a street smart, savvy cop. No . . . scratch that. She just made Detective. She’s strong, self assured, and fairly satisfied with where she’s going in life. But then, it all changes in the middle of the night when she gets unexpected company. She’s heard stories of Alien abductions. She gives in to it fairly easily. She’ll be back in bed by morning with no memory of it anyway, right?
Navar is a ruler of a world very similar to Earth. For some time now, he has been watching the women of his race die off unexpectedly or become barren. He is a just and fair King. He would never, under normal circumstances, take part in the trafficking of women from another world. But, his people are beginning to suffer and desperate times call for desperate measures.
to read more on this story, check out my blog at http://shilohdarke.com You can even drop me a line and let me know what you think! (hint, double triple, hint hint!)
October 18, 2012
Celestial Abductions 1: Sparrow’s Release
Sparrow is a street smart, savvy cop. No . . . scratch that. She just made Detective. She’s strong, self assured, and fairly satisfied with where she’s going in life. But then, it all changes in the middle of the night when she gets unexpected company. She’s heard stories of Alien abductions. She gives in to it fairly easily. She’ll be back in bed by morning with no memory of it anyway, right?
Navar is a ruler of a world very similar to Earth. For some time now, he has been watching the women of his race die off unexpectedly or become barren. He is a just and fair King. He would never, under normal circumstances, take part in the trafficking of women from another world. But, his people are beginning to suffer and desperate times call for desperate measures.
September 28, 2012
Sneak Peak at new story
Sparrow's Release
Chapter One
Sparrow McBride woke to the sound of breaking glass. Jerking upright in the bed, she blinked a few times, trying to command her eyes to focus. She knew a few seconds of disoriented confusion. Someone was in her house. No sooner had the thought come than she heard yet another breakable thing shatter.
Her memories of another intruder breaking into her home when she was a child came to the forefront of her thoughts. Her father had run to protect them. Her mother had made her hide under their bed. She still slept with her parents and had no room of her own yet. Her brother, wanting to be tough like dad had followed him.
When the first shots were fired, Sparrow had covered her ears. The intruder had not wanted to steal anything. He just wanted to feel what it was like to kill someone. She had stayed where her mother had hidden her for hours after everything had gone silent. When she finally emerged, it was to find her entire family slaughtered at the hands of someone who had only cared about ending someone’s life.
The courts appointed her Aunt legal guardian. She lived with her until she finished high school and turned eighteen. Then she had started pursuing her plan of becoming a cop. She wanted to help do her part to keep that same thing from happening to any other six year old child. Her Aunt had died the year after she had graduated from the academy.
Not having a family was something that constantly bothered Sparrow. She was thirty now. Well past the age of Spinster, in some people’s opinions. She hated being alone, but she just hadn’t met the one. She knew in her heart, he was out there, somewhere. Someday, he would rescue her from all the painful memories and give her a child and a life worth living; one where she wasn’t always alone.
The sound of breaking glass interrupted her thoughts, reminding her there was some jerkoff breaking into her house. Growling softly, “Not this time!” she hit the floor, pausing only long enough to grab the Heckler & Koch P2000 Compact Pistol out of her nightstand. Whoever was so insistent on robbing her better kiss their ball-sack goodbye, because they were going to lose their left nut if they broke one more thing. What idiot would enter the home of a cop in the middle of the night anyway? She eased down her stairs silently with a seconds smirk at the thought.
One would think the squad car parked in the drive would be a dead giveaway that whoever was the officer in the home was indeed currently occupying the residence. Of course, it was beginning to be a well-known fact- people were getting dumber every year. Maybe the intruder thought the car was just there for curb appeal?
She paid no attention to her state of dress. It didn’t even bother her that she was about to take down a burglar wearing nothing more than a wife-beater and a thong. Pressing herself against the wall at the foot of the stairs, she moved silent as a panther readying to strike.
Although her name made people believe she was no more than a tiny sprite, Sparrow was a well-trained officer. She had gone into the police academy straight out of high school; had worked with the bomb squad for over three years. This last month, she had made Detective. The standard squad car was going to be replaced by her preferred personal choice next week. Then she wouldn’t stick out like a sore thumb in her neighborhood any longer.
Slowly, she edged around the corner and looked at the reflection offered by the mirror which was placed strategically to give her a view of the kitchen. It hung over the fireplace, but was big and offered her a glimpse of both the entryway and the kitchen in just such an instance as this.
At first, she saw nothing. Then a large, skinny, naked gray man’s reflection became apparent as he stood staring back at her reflection in the mirror. Her ears heard a series of clicks and pings which the logical side of her brain told her had to be his language. However, her logical side was not the voice she was listening to. She shook her head in crazed denial at what her eyes were seeing, little gray men? Her mind couldn’t make sense of what she was witnessing.
She had come down here expecting some stupid member of the adolescent male species from the state of Texas, rummaging through her belongings in search of something he could pawn. Finding a skinny gray being with black eyes and no discernible mouth was not what she had bargained on. Not in a long shot!
Suddenly, her whole world changed when she watched a second being join the first. He had no mouth either but he was bigger and more menacing. His face seemed to resemble something she had once seen on Star Wars with flaps of flesh that pulled back from his head to fall loosely around the edges of his head; almost like a lion’s mane. It reminded her of someone who had Dred-locks, but not with hair. . . Not! That was a continuation of his skin. As she watched, a series of clicks and pings began between the two. The bigger one looked from the gray one to her and lifted his left three stubby-fingered hHer mind issued the warnings to run, but she could not make her body obey as she stared in silent fascination.
As the orb neared her, it seemed to grow eliciting a squeak of shock from her as tentacles that were much like spider webs snaked out and wrapped around her. Her arms were immediately taken down to her sides and she fell, powerless to the floor.
Stunned and bewildered, she opened her eyes to see the gun which had been in her hand, floating above her. She tried to move, but was rewarded when the web-like ropes which held her tightened and sent small electric shocks through her entire nervous system. It was not enough to hurt, but definitely enough to cause a healthy amount of discomfort.
Lying there, staring at the gun, she cursed herself for not trying to use the gun. It was there in your hand and you didn’t even try! You could have killed at least one of them. But no! So now what are you going to do? She berated herself silently, answering herself out loud. “I’m going to lie here like an oaf and wonder what they’re going to do with me,” she reasoned. “It’s probably just experimentation, right? I’ll be back in my bed by morning, with no memory of what happened; except as if it was a dream.” She started to shrug, but caught herself, remembering the almost pain. “At least that’s what the accounts of abductee’s always say.”
Later, she would regret her calm demeanor. She would wish she had fought harder. When the gray alien stood over her, she looked up at him and smirked, asking, “Do you think we can hurry this up? I want to be back in my bed come morning with no memory so I can make it to work in time.”
The gray being stood looking down at her with a strange tilt to his head and she could almost hear the laughter in his expression. Then a strange buzzing started in her head and the next she knew, everything went black.
Sneak Peak at new story
This is a new short story I have recently sent to my publishers. It’s just a teaser, really. It’s kind of different from the other stories I’ve written. Still falls in to Paranormal… but, just goes in a different direction.
Sparrow’s Release
Chapter One
Sparrow McBride woke to the sound of breaking glass. Jerking upright in the bed, she blinked a few times, trying to command her eyes to focus. She knew a few seconds of disoriented confusion. Someone was in her house. No sooner had the thought come than she heard yet another breakable thing shatter.
Her memories of another intruder breaking into her home when she was a child came to the forefront of her thoughts. Her father had run to protect them. Her mother had made her hide under their bed. She still slept with her parents and had no room of her own yet. Her brother, wanting to be tough like dad had followed him.
When the first shots were fired, Sparrow had covered her ears. The intruder had not wanted to steal anything. He just wanted to feel what it was like to kill someone. She had stayed where her mother had hidden her for hours after everything had gone silent. When she finally emerged, it was to find her entire family slaughtered at the hands of someone who had only cared about ending someone’s life.
The courts appointed her Aunt legal guardian. She lived with her until she finished high school and turned eighteen. Then she had started pursuing her plan of becoming a cop. She wanted to help do her part to keep that same thing from happening to any other six year old child. Her Aunt had died the year after she had graduated from the academy.
Not having a family was something that constantly bothered Sparrow. She was thirty now. Well past the age of Spinster, in some people’s opinions. She hated being alone, but she just hadn’t met the one. She knew in her heart, he was out there, somewhere. Someday, he would rescue her from all the painful memories and give her a child and a life worth living; one where she wasn’t always alone.
The sound of breaking glass interrupted her thoughts, reminding her there was some jerkoff breaking into her house. Growling softly, “Not this time!” she hit the floor, pausing only long enough to grab the Heckler & Koch P2000 Compact Pistol out of her nightstand. Whoever was so insistent on robbing her better kiss their ball-sack goodbye, because they were going to lose their left nut if they broke one more thing. What idiot would enter the home of a cop in the middle of the night anyway? She eased down her stairs silently with a seconds smirk at the thought.
One would think the squad car parked in the drive would be a dead giveaway that whoever was the officer in the home was indeed currently occupying the residence. Of course, it was beginning to be a well-known fact- people were getting dumber every year. Maybe the intruder thought the car was just there for curb appeal?
She paid no attention to her state of dress. It didn’t even bother her that she was about to take down a burglar wearing nothing more than a wife-beater and a thong. Pressing herself against the wall at the foot of the stairs, she moved silent as a panther readying to strike.
Although her name made people believe she was no more than a tiny sprite, Sparrow was a well-trained officer. She had gone into the police academy straight out of high school; had worked with the bomb squad for over three years. This last month, she had made Detective. The standard squad car was going to be replaced by her preferred personal choice next week. Then she wouldn’t stick out like a sore thumb in her neighborhood any longer.
Slowly, she edged around the corner and looked at the reflection offered by the mirror which was placed strategically to give her a view of the kitchen. It hung over the fireplace, but was big and offered her a glimpse of both the entryway and the kitchen in just such an instance as this.
At first, she saw nothing. Then a large, skinny, naked gray man’s reflection became apparent as he stood staring back at her reflection in the mirror. Her ears heard a series of clicks and pings which the logical side of her brain told her had to be his language. However, her logical side was not the voice she was listening to. She shook her head in crazed denial at what her eyes were seeing, little gray men? Her mind couldn’t make sense of what she was witnessing.
She had come down here expecting some stupid member of the adolescent male species from the state of Texas, rummaging through her belongings in search of something he could pawn. Finding a skinny gray being with black eyes and no discernible mouth was not what she had bargained on. Not in a long shot!
Suddenly, her whole world changed when she watched a second being join the first. He had no mouth either but he was bigger and more menacing. His face seemed to resemble something she had once seen on Star Wars with flaps of flesh that pulled back from his head to fall loosely around the edges of his head; almost like a lion’s mane. It reminded her of someone who had Dred-locks, but not with hair. . . Not! That was a continuation of his skin. As she watched, a series of clicks and pings began between the two. The bigger one looked from the gray one to her and lifted his left three stubby-fingered hHer mind issued the warnings to run, but she could not make her body obey as she stared in silent fascination.
As the orb neared her, it seemed to grow eliciting a squeak of shock from her as tentacles that were much like spider webs snaked out and wrapped around her. Her arms were immediately taken down to her sides and she fell, powerless to the floor.
Stunned and bewildered, she opened her eyes to see the gun which had been in her hand, floating above her. She tried to move, but was rewarded when the web-like ropes which held her tightened and sent small electric shocks through her entire nervous system. It was not enough to hurt, but definitely enough to cause a healthy amount of discomfort.
Lying there, staring at the gun, she cursed herself for not trying to use the gun. It was there in your hand and you didn’t even try! You could have killed at least one of them. But no! So now what are you going to do? She berated herself silently, answering herself out loud. “I’m going to lie here like an oaf and wonder what they’re going to do with me,” she reasoned. “It’s probably just experimentation, right? I’ll be back in my bed by morning, with no memory of what happened; except as if it was a dream.” She started to shrug, but caught herself, remembering the almost pain. “At least that’s what the accounts of abductee’s always say.”
Later, she would regret her calm demeanor. She would wish she had fought harder. When the gray alien stood over her, she looked up at him and smirked, asking, “Do you think we can hurry this up? I want to be back in my bed come morning with no memory so I can make it to work in time.”
The gray being stood looking down at her with a strange tilt to his head and she could almost hear the laughter in his expression. Then a strange buzzing started in her head and the next she knew, everything went black.
September 14, 2012
Isn't there a Way?
I know, I know... I'm belly-aching over silly things... I just would like to get it straightened up where I actually had people commenting on a regular basis. Is there a trick I just haven't figured out? I want my blog tied to my website... THIS: http://shilohdarke.com is supposed to be my website, but it is so nuts, I've ended up using it only for the blog, and just attaching it to the rest, which is http://shilohdarkefantasies.weebly.com
Sigh...Oh well. Maybe someday I'll take the time to really stop writing, and figure all this other stuff out. Might make fans like me more!
Isn’t there a way????
Okay, so I am feeling very overwhelmed right now. Nothing serious or even really anything to worry about… But see, I’ve been trying… really, I have, to start posting a regular blog. But, the problem I have is not everyone follows me on just ONE blog… So I end up having to post and repost to make sure everyone gets it. it isn’t a terrible thing, just a little time consuming. I just find myself wishing right now there were a way to post ONE time and have it automatically go to every blog… Then my time management would be much better!
I know, I know… I’m belly-aching over silly things… I just would like to get it straightened up where I actually had people commenting on a regular basis. Is there a trick I just haven’t figured out? I want my blog tied to my website… THIS is supposed to be my website, but it is so nuts, I’ve ended up using it only for the blog, and just attaching it to the rest, which is http://shilohdarkefantasies.weebly.com
Sigh…Oh well. Maybe someday I’ll take the time to really stop writing, and figure all this other stuff out. Might make fans like me more!
September 13, 2012
New Short Story series!!!!
Every once in a while, a crazy little plot-bunny gets into my brain and I am just useless to any of my larger stories until I stop, and get the interloper saved onto WORD.
Good example of one such plot-bunny was the Beauty Stone Beast series. Well, everyone watch out, cause the next short story series just attacked me a week ago!
The first of this new series is completed, I’ve gone through it five times t make sure it reads how I want it to, and I sent it to my publisher early this morning.
I feel a little strange about this one because it involves Alien abduction and being sold as a sex slave to a world filled with strange sexy men, who all share TWO common traits. STRANGE, freaky skin colors and . . . get this… No hair… ANYWHERE… Like a bunch of Vin Diesel’s running around looking positively sinful… Can we say YUMMMMM??
Of course, as in ALL of my stories, there is an interesting plot twist to this. But, well, guys… if your interested, you’ll have to just wait and see! I promise, it’ll be worth the wait!
