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May 28, 2020
Journal Entry: May 28, 2020
Hiya,
I am pretty sure there aren't very many people reading my blog posts so I am just going to go ahead and let it all out. Fuck it.
Lately there have been many things weighing heavily on my mind. But, when put into perspective it all boils down to one thing ... loving and being loved.
Man, where to start, where to start?Have you ever found yourself in a position where the thoughts are so rampant that for a moment you can't determine where things start and where they end? Honestly, though, if I were to really quiet my mind and focus I could pinpoint with precision where everything started. Furthermore, I could say with great certainty that it hasn't ended. Not yet.
So, in an attempt to unwind the reel of musings, I'll try to start from the beginning. Bare with me. And though this may not make any sense to anyone, at least I know that it's been put out into the ether.
For as far back as I can remember, all I've ever wanted was to be loved unconditionally, wholly, without regret or reproach. To be loved for my virtues as well as my faults. To be accepted for all that I can give and anything I cannot. I've never expected perfect love. That doesn't exist. But true love I have always believed in.Throughout the years my escapades in love have been a fallacy to the heart. A dream obtained momentarily, and just like a dream, lost with the opening of my eyes.Fleeting. Passè. Cursory.It has been this cycle of love grained and love lost that converted my perpetual optimist into an unequivocal pessimist.
But my brain remains divided—torn between the unfailing romantic and the bitter self-protector. Split between the woman yearning to be accepted, cared for, treated with tenderness and understanding, and the woman who has become as cold as ice due to the myriad wounds to the soul."What is true and enduring romantic love?" I wonder sometimes. My mind concocts so many images and ideas.
True romantic love starts with a look ...It's hard to explain. The man/woman/person who loves you will look through you, into your heart. See you. Like, really see you. There eyes would shine with wonder, awestruck at the mere idea of you. His/her/their eyes would speak to you ... tell you that he's/she's/they've seen you before in another life.
Next it would be a feeling ...This person would feel familiar. Like the moment you come together, you've know each other forever. Time disappears and becomes immaterial. Then, in that instant you think to yourself, "How have I lived this long without you in my life? Where have you been?"
But it goes even further. This person would not be put off by any faults you may have. Illness, looks, race, creed, color, religion ... none of it matters. It become irrelevant as well.When you are with him/her/them, you know that you would walk to the ends of the earth for this person. Battle anything that comes your way. You would know that life wouldn't be time enough and eternity would be a blessing.You would love everything about them; their smell, their touch and their kiss. Oh, their kiss. Kissing this person would take you on a trip to Shangri-La, beyond the sun, moon and stars.
Yet, there is still more ...This person would also be imperfect, and this would be absolutely alright with you. You wouldn't judge each other for the shortcomings but rather love one another even more. Why? Because you've accepted that you're both only human. And that would be okay too.You would want to create a home with this individual. Be with him/her/them forever. You would laugh together, cry together, fart together, be silly together, have profound and superficial conversations together. You would enjoy each other's company but also know when you need some time apart, and respect it. You would do for one another equally without hesitation or complaints. You would listen to one another without scrutiny. Have trust and faith in one another. Have each other's back in the good, bad and ugly. You would be life partners in all of what life has to give.And with all the trails, tribulations and happy moments you would still look into each other's eyes as if you were God's gift to one another every single day. You would be content to be together forever. Enduring love sits in contentment not perpetual euphoria. But just as easily, perpetual euphoria comes from every day contentment.
Now here comes the somewhat twisted part ...
I swear I can feel him. I can hear his heart beating, his breath on the back of my neck. Sometimes I can sense his presence around me. In my dreams he comes to life—his touch, his kiss, his care is as tangible as anything that is real. He talks to me, comforts me, sees me and no one else.In my heart of hearts I know he is real. He's out there waiting for me. And, more than that, I know he can feel me too.He's so real to me that it probably seems insane. At times, when I am in the quiet of night, I can taste his kisses and feel his caresses. I close my eyes and see his tender smile. He's oh so real to me. More real than many things in my life. And yet, he is a paradox. Real and surreal. A ghost, a fantastic expectation, and an illusion.This makes me feel like my mind is playing tricks on me. Like I am never going to find this eternal love and my psyche has decided that perennial torment is going to be my fate.So often I feel empty, broken, sad, lonely and incomplete.
The issue is that some people translate this as not loving oneself. And that is farthest from the truth. I love myself wholly. I respect myself, cherish myself and care for myself. I love myself more than anyone can love me. So, a lack of loving myself is not the problem.The problem is that my soul mate is an obscure and torturous notion.
I am pretty sure there aren't very many people reading my blog posts so I am just going to go ahead and let it all out. Fuck it.
Lately there have been many things weighing heavily on my mind. But, when put into perspective it all boils down to one thing ... loving and being loved.
Man, where to start, where to start?Have you ever found yourself in a position where the thoughts are so rampant that for a moment you can't determine where things start and where they end? Honestly, though, if I were to really quiet my mind and focus I could pinpoint with precision where everything started. Furthermore, I could say with great certainty that it hasn't ended. Not yet.
So, in an attempt to unwind the reel of musings, I'll try to start from the beginning. Bare with me. And though this may not make any sense to anyone, at least I know that it's been put out into the ether.
For as far back as I can remember, all I've ever wanted was to be loved unconditionally, wholly, without regret or reproach. To be loved for my virtues as well as my faults. To be accepted for all that I can give and anything I cannot. I've never expected perfect love. That doesn't exist. But true love I have always believed in.Throughout the years my escapades in love have been a fallacy to the heart. A dream obtained momentarily, and just like a dream, lost with the opening of my eyes.Fleeting. Passè. Cursory.It has been this cycle of love grained and love lost that converted my perpetual optimist into an unequivocal pessimist.
But my brain remains divided—torn between the unfailing romantic and the bitter self-protector. Split between the woman yearning to be accepted, cared for, treated with tenderness and understanding, and the woman who has become as cold as ice due to the myriad wounds to the soul."What is true and enduring romantic love?" I wonder sometimes. My mind concocts so many images and ideas.
True romantic love starts with a look ...It's hard to explain. The man/woman/person who loves you will look through you, into your heart. See you. Like, really see you. There eyes would shine with wonder, awestruck at the mere idea of you. His/her/their eyes would speak to you ... tell you that he's/she's/they've seen you before in another life.
Next it would be a feeling ...This person would feel familiar. Like the moment you come together, you've know each other forever. Time disappears and becomes immaterial. Then, in that instant you think to yourself, "How have I lived this long without you in my life? Where have you been?"
But it goes even further. This person would not be put off by any faults you may have. Illness, looks, race, creed, color, religion ... none of it matters. It become irrelevant as well.When you are with him/her/them, you know that you would walk to the ends of the earth for this person. Battle anything that comes your way. You would know that life wouldn't be time enough and eternity would be a blessing.You would love everything about them; their smell, their touch and their kiss. Oh, their kiss. Kissing this person would take you on a trip to Shangri-La, beyond the sun, moon and stars.
Yet, there is still more ...This person would also be imperfect, and this would be absolutely alright with you. You wouldn't judge each other for the shortcomings but rather love one another even more. Why? Because you've accepted that you're both only human. And that would be okay too.You would want to create a home with this individual. Be with him/her/them forever. You would laugh together, cry together, fart together, be silly together, have profound and superficial conversations together. You would enjoy each other's company but also know when you need some time apart, and respect it. You would do for one another equally without hesitation or complaints. You would listen to one another without scrutiny. Have trust and faith in one another. Have each other's back in the good, bad and ugly. You would be life partners in all of what life has to give.And with all the trails, tribulations and happy moments you would still look into each other's eyes as if you were God's gift to one another every single day. You would be content to be together forever. Enduring love sits in contentment not perpetual euphoria. But just as easily, perpetual euphoria comes from every day contentment.
Now here comes the somewhat twisted part ...
I swear I can feel him. I can hear his heart beating, his breath on the back of my neck. Sometimes I can sense his presence around me. In my dreams he comes to life—his touch, his kiss, his care is as tangible as anything that is real. He talks to me, comforts me, sees me and no one else.In my heart of hearts I know he is real. He's out there waiting for me. And, more than that, I know he can feel me too.He's so real to me that it probably seems insane. At times, when I am in the quiet of night, I can taste his kisses and feel his caresses. I close my eyes and see his tender smile. He's oh so real to me. More real than many things in my life. And yet, he is a paradox. Real and surreal. A ghost, a fantastic expectation, and an illusion.This makes me feel like my mind is playing tricks on me. Like I am never going to find this eternal love and my psyche has decided that perennial torment is going to be my fate.So often I feel empty, broken, sad, lonely and incomplete.
The issue is that some people translate this as not loving oneself. And that is farthest from the truth. I love myself wholly. I respect myself, cherish myself and care for myself. I love myself more than anyone can love me. So, a lack of loving myself is not the problem.The problem is that my soul mate is an obscure and torturous notion.
May 26, 2020
Short Story Month: A.L.O.M. Episode 3, Underearth
As I am sure you can tell by now, all May long we have been celebrating Short Story Month. With that in mind, here is my contribution ...
It's been a very long time in coming. I wrote the first installment of this story back in 2014 on a whim during my epoch of Ancient Aliens infatuation. What story is it you may ask?It is ...
Blurb:
The year is 2130. Long gone are the days of high definition television and rock and roll. Mankind has entered the greatest age of technology. Vlad Kappel is a man of few words and even fewer desires, one of them being a dream to pilot the world's first time machine which he has helped to invent and build. A fan of the eons old television show Ancient Aliens, Vlad has always been intrigued by the ideas of time and space travel. When he is suddenly and unexpectedly given the opportunity to live out his secret dream the results are astounding ... and none too coincidental.
You can read it free HERE.
This was followed shortly after with the next installment which I called "A.L.O.M.: Stranded".
Blurb:
Vlad’s travel aspirations should have been a dream come true. Yet the reality of his scholars’ teachings concerning the ancients is quite sobering. A.L.O.M. is in need of dire repair and lack of technology, industrial science and language barrier prove hefty challenges for Vlad. Will he gain cooperation from the ancients to save him from this travesty or will the final destination remain Stranded?
You can read this one for free HERE.
Just for your own knowledge, I have since updated the covers. Here are the remakes.
And now, without further ado, let me introduce you to A.L.O.M. Episode 3: Underearth.
Blurb:
At this point in his adventure Vlad wants nothing more than to get back home. However, with the advanced technology with which the A.L.O.M. was created, Vlad realizes that he is in a pickle. In order to make the A.L.O.M. run he needs fuel. Not just any fuel. Lava.
With the help of the princess Vlad endeavors to seek exactly that. It is this enterprise that leads him Underearth.
You can also read this one for free by clicking HERE.
Stay tuned. I'll be sharing some more about my short stories with you this week.
Later, Gators!
It's been a very long time in coming. I wrote the first installment of this story back in 2014 on a whim during my epoch of Ancient Aliens infatuation. What story is it you may ask?It is ...
Blurb:
The year is 2130. Long gone are the days of high definition television and rock and roll. Mankind has entered the greatest age of technology. Vlad Kappel is a man of few words and even fewer desires, one of them being a dream to pilot the world's first time machine which he has helped to invent and build. A fan of the eons old television show Ancient Aliens, Vlad has always been intrigued by the ideas of time and space travel. When he is suddenly and unexpectedly given the opportunity to live out his secret dream the results are astounding ... and none too coincidental.
You can read it free HERE.
This was followed shortly after with the next installment which I called "A.L.O.M.: Stranded".
Blurb:
Vlad’s travel aspirations should have been a dream come true. Yet the reality of his scholars’ teachings concerning the ancients is quite sobering. A.L.O.M. is in need of dire repair and lack of technology, industrial science and language barrier prove hefty challenges for Vlad. Will he gain cooperation from the ancients to save him from this travesty or will the final destination remain Stranded?
You can read this one for free HERE.
Just for your own knowledge, I have since updated the covers. Here are the remakes.
And now, without further ado, let me introduce you to A.L.O.M. Episode 3: Underearth.
Blurb:
At this point in his adventure Vlad wants nothing more than to get back home. However, with the advanced technology with which the A.L.O.M. was created, Vlad realizes that he is in a pickle. In order to make the A.L.O.M. run he needs fuel. Not just any fuel. Lava.
With the help of the princess Vlad endeavors to seek exactly that. It is this enterprise that leads him Underearth.
You can also read this one for free by clicking HERE.
Stay tuned. I'll be sharing some more about my short stories with you this week.
Later, Gators!
"A.L.O.M Episode 3: Underearth" Release
Hey, y'all.
Hope you're all doing well.
Okay, okay. I'm gonna keep it real.I procrastinated way too long to finish this chapter in the A.L.O.M. adventure. I know.Considering that I wrote the very first story in 2014, I should be ashamed of myself for waiting 6 years to write the 3rd part. The worst of it all is that it's a short story! Shame on me! For shame, Y. Correa! For shame!
Okay, now that I have beaten myself with a stick for tarrying on this release ...
It was the year 2014, midsummer.Lying in her bed was a lowly author who was binge watching Ancient Aliens on Hulu. This was one of her favorite things to do next to binge watching Doctor Who on Netflix.There she was, munching on popcorn whilst the she lay; the popcorn bowl sitting on her chest. Periodically a kernel would fall in to unmentionable places. She cared not to fish it out. She could save those for later should she get a hankering for a treat.Soon, her eyelids fluttered with drowsiness, the popcorn bowl teetering, threatening to fall over completely. As she dozed, she heard the prominent voice of the Ancient Aliens narrator as it proclaimed, " Ancient aliens theorists say yes ...! " In that instant her Muse simultaneously tapped her on the shoulders and whispered in her ear, "What if ancient aliens were actually time travelers from the future?"Raptured with inspiration—and actually quite startled because the lowly author thought she was alone in the room—she jumped to a seated position, a single digit in the air as the epiphany came alive. The popcorn bowl went flying to who knows where."Yes!" she trumpeted, "Yes, yes and yessss! That's a phenomenal idea!"Her parents who were in the other room yelled at her to keep it down.Cowering, "Oops" she muttered. Shrugging it off she got up, turned on her computer and pecked away at the obnoxiously loud keyboard.And so it was that "A.L.O.M." the short story saga began.
Blurb:
The year is 2130. Long gone are the days of high definition television and rock and roll. Mankind has entered the greatest age of technology. Vlad Kappel is a man of few words and even fewer desires, one of them being a dream to pilot the world's first time machine which he has helped to invent and build. A fan of the eons old television show Ancient Aliens, Vlad has always been intrigued by the ideas of time and space travel. When he is suddenly and unexpectedly given the opportunity to live out his secret dream the results are astounding ... and none too coincidental.
Blurb:
Vlad’s travel aspirations should have been a dream come true. Yet the reality of his scholars’ teachings concerning the ancients is quite sobering. A.L.O.M. is in need of dire repair and lack of technology, industrial science and language barrier prove hefty challenges for Vlad. Will he gain cooperation from the ancients to save him from this travesty or will the final destination remain Stranded?
And now, without further ado, it is my pleasure to introduce you to "A.L.O.M. Episode 3: Underearth".
Blurb
At this point in his adventure Vlad wants nothing more than to get back home. However, with the advanced technology with which the A.L.O.M. was created, Vlad realizes that he is in a pickle. In order to make the A.L.O.M. run he needs fuel. Not just any fuel. Lava.With the help of the princess Vlad endeavors to seek exactly that. It is this enterprise that leads him Underearth.
Today and everyday you can read the first three books of the ongoing A.L.O.M. collection for free by visiting the link below. Enjoy!
And ...
HAPPY SHORT STORY MONTH!
Hope you're all doing well.
Okay, okay. I'm gonna keep it real.I procrastinated way too long to finish this chapter in the A.L.O.M. adventure. I know.Considering that I wrote the very first story in 2014, I should be ashamed of myself for waiting 6 years to write the 3rd part. The worst of it all is that it's a short story! Shame on me! For shame, Y. Correa! For shame!
Okay, now that I have beaten myself with a stick for tarrying on this release ...
It was the year 2014, midsummer.Lying in her bed was a lowly author who was binge watching Ancient Aliens on Hulu. This was one of her favorite things to do next to binge watching Doctor Who on Netflix.There she was, munching on popcorn whilst the she lay; the popcorn bowl sitting on her chest. Periodically a kernel would fall in to unmentionable places. She cared not to fish it out. She could save those for later should she get a hankering for a treat.Soon, her eyelids fluttered with drowsiness, the popcorn bowl teetering, threatening to fall over completely. As she dozed, she heard the prominent voice of the Ancient Aliens narrator as it proclaimed, " Ancient aliens theorists say yes ...! " In that instant her Muse simultaneously tapped her on the shoulders and whispered in her ear, "What if ancient aliens were actually time travelers from the future?"Raptured with inspiration—and actually quite startled because the lowly author thought she was alone in the room—she jumped to a seated position, a single digit in the air as the epiphany came alive. The popcorn bowl went flying to who knows where."Yes!" she trumpeted, "Yes, yes and yessss! That's a phenomenal idea!"Her parents who were in the other room yelled at her to keep it down.Cowering, "Oops" she muttered. Shrugging it off she got up, turned on her computer and pecked away at the obnoxiously loud keyboard.And so it was that "A.L.O.M." the short story saga began.
Blurb:
The year is 2130. Long gone are the days of high definition television and rock and roll. Mankind has entered the greatest age of technology. Vlad Kappel is a man of few words and even fewer desires, one of them being a dream to pilot the world's first time machine which he has helped to invent and build. A fan of the eons old television show Ancient Aliens, Vlad has always been intrigued by the ideas of time and space travel. When he is suddenly and unexpectedly given the opportunity to live out his secret dream the results are astounding ... and none too coincidental.
Blurb:
Vlad’s travel aspirations should have been a dream come true. Yet the reality of his scholars’ teachings concerning the ancients is quite sobering. A.L.O.M. is in need of dire repair and lack of technology, industrial science and language barrier prove hefty challenges for Vlad. Will he gain cooperation from the ancients to save him from this travesty or will the final destination remain Stranded?
And now, without further ado, it is my pleasure to introduce you to "A.L.O.M. Episode 3: Underearth".
Blurb
At this point in his adventure Vlad wants nothing more than to get back home. However, with the advanced technology with which the A.L.O.M. was created, Vlad realizes that he is in a pickle. In order to make the A.L.O.M. run he needs fuel. Not just any fuel. Lava.With the help of the princess Vlad endeavors to seek exactly that. It is this enterprise that leads him Underearth.
Today and everyday you can read the first three books of the ongoing A.L.O.M. collection for free by visiting the link below. Enjoy!
And ...
HAPPY SHORT STORY MONTH!
May 25, 2020
Finding My Heart by Queen of Spades
Hello wonderful readers! I am very happy that Author Y. Correa has allowed me to be here to discuss my newest short story offering "Finding My Heart".
Blurb:
Leopold Hawkins Threadbare is revered for his scientific genius, which has blessed him with great fortune. When the lovely Katarina is less than impressed, their disagreement spirals him into unexpected circumstances. Time is of the essence. The treasure is Leopold’s heart. The reward is his life. Discover if Leopold achieves success in Finding My Heart.
Excerpt:
“Leopold Hawkins Threadbare, in matters of the heart, you are one of the most obtuse human beings on the planet!”
Flabbergasted at her statement, I shouted. “Rina, why so salty? I thanked you for being there for me. What else do you want?”
The porter pointed at the watch, signaling the last call for passengers.
Katarina sighed. “I pray it won’t be too late by the time you figure out the answer.”
She kissed me on my right cheek. “This is farewell Leopold. For now or forever is up to you.”
With that declaration, she boarded the train. The doors closed, and the train began pulling off.
My body had a mind of its own. The clanking of my shoes against the surface of the platform. The train was not quite at maximum speed. Perhaps I could make it stop.
“Rina!” I screamed. I waved my arms, hoping to get someone’s attention. Not willing to give up, I sprinted. Still yelling Rina’s name. Still waving frantically.
A sharp pain flooded my body. My hands clutched my chest. My sprinting slowed into a walk, then to a crawl. The train gained speed, widening the distance. I’d never be able to catch up.
More pain came, paralyzing me. The act of breathing was a struggle. My throat tightened. All surroundings became fuzzy. Then distorted. Then deleted.
"Finding My Heart" is available (1) on my website (in pdf form) or (2) via All Authors Publishing House (which also offers epub and mobi, along with pdf).
Thanks for your time,
Blurb:
Leopold Hawkins Threadbare is revered for his scientific genius, which has blessed him with great fortune. When the lovely Katarina is less than impressed, their disagreement spirals him into unexpected circumstances. Time is of the essence. The treasure is Leopold’s heart. The reward is his life. Discover if Leopold achieves success in Finding My Heart.
Excerpt:
“Leopold Hawkins Threadbare, in matters of the heart, you are one of the most obtuse human beings on the planet!”
Flabbergasted at her statement, I shouted. “Rina, why so salty? I thanked you for being there for me. What else do you want?”
The porter pointed at the watch, signaling the last call for passengers.
Katarina sighed. “I pray it won’t be too late by the time you figure out the answer.”
She kissed me on my right cheek. “This is farewell Leopold. For now or forever is up to you.”
With that declaration, she boarded the train. The doors closed, and the train began pulling off.
My body had a mind of its own. The clanking of my shoes against the surface of the platform. The train was not quite at maximum speed. Perhaps I could make it stop.
“Rina!” I screamed. I waved my arms, hoping to get someone’s attention. Not willing to give up, I sprinted. Still yelling Rina’s name. Still waving frantically.
A sharp pain flooded my body. My hands clutched my chest. My sprinting slowed into a walk, then to a crawl. The train gained speed, widening the distance. I’d never be able to catch up.
More pain came, paralyzing me. The act of breathing was a struggle. My throat tightened. All surroundings became fuzzy. Then distorted. Then deleted.
"Finding My Heart" is available (1) on my website (in pdf form) or (2) via All Authors Publishing House (which also offers epub and mobi, along with pdf).
Thanks for your time,
May 24, 2020
When Summer Lingers by Queen of Spades
Good day everyone! I am Queen of Spades. My main genres are poetry and contemporary fiction. Author Y. Correa has been kind enough to allow me to talk about one of my short story freebies "When Summer Lingers".
Blurb:
Dahna is quite comfortable in her role as an outcast. Her favorite activities are painting her nails and hanging out on the beach. An observation by the quirky Carr leads to an endearing friendship between two unlikely people.
Overall, When Summer Lingers covers the tale of two individuals. Dahna is withdrawn and accustomed to being a loner. Carr is more extroverted and open to making new friends. During the summer, an important message is driven home: to treasure time and the experiences you have with others.
This free short story is available on my website as well as on the Freebies section of the All Authors Publishing House website.
Blurb:
Dahna is quite comfortable in her role as an outcast. Her favorite activities are painting her nails and hanging out on the beach. An observation by the quirky Carr leads to an endearing friendship between two unlikely people.
Overall, When Summer Lingers covers the tale of two individuals. Dahna is withdrawn and accustomed to being a loner. Carr is more extroverted and open to making new friends. During the summer, an important message is driven home: to treasure time and the experiences you have with others.
This free short story is available on my website as well as on the Freebies section of the All Authors Publishing House website.
May 22, 2020
Taint on Religion by Queen of Spades
Hello everyone! Queen of Spades here, dropping by Author Y. Correa's spot to talk about my earliest short story freebie "Taint on Religion".
Blurb:
Natasha was taught three things: to love God, to love herself, and to always go to church. When a sea of tragedy strikes in her youth, she strays from the path of God. Realizing the error of her ways, she seeks redemption in her adult years. Reverend Jamison and his church looks to be the answer to her prayers. Yet when things in the dark come to the light, Natasha is faced with a tough decision. Does she stay silent with her discovery or does she dare put a taint on religion?
***
With "Taint on Religion" I tackle quite a few subjects. How one processes tragedy and going down an improper path. If a church can truly be forgiving. If a person's intentions are actually pure or have an ulterior motive. The reader goes through all the motions with Natasha but that doesn't mean that each reader will have the same feelings once the story is over.
"Taint on Religion" is available on my website or the Freebies section of All Authors Publishing House.
Thanks for having me.
Blurb:
Natasha was taught three things: to love God, to love herself, and to always go to church. When a sea of tragedy strikes in her youth, she strays from the path of God. Realizing the error of her ways, she seeks redemption in her adult years. Reverend Jamison and his church looks to be the answer to her prayers. Yet when things in the dark come to the light, Natasha is faced with a tough decision. Does she stay silent with her discovery or does she dare put a taint on religion?
***
With "Taint on Religion" I tackle quite a few subjects. How one processes tragedy and going down an improper path. If a church can truly be forgiving. If a person's intentions are actually pure or have an ulterior motive. The reader goes through all the motions with Natasha but that doesn't mean that each reader will have the same feelings once the story is over.
"Taint on Religion" is available on my website or the Freebies section of All Authors Publishing House.
Thanks for having me.
May 20, 2020
Short Story Freebie: Kona by Synful Desire
Hello Awesome Visitors! This is Synful Desire, author of contemporary romance, drama, and erotica. I've been on the move during National Short Story month with some freebies I hope turn a frown into a smile.
Let's face it. We all need some feelgood in the neighborhood. One of the substances that provides some joy, especially in the mornings, is coffee. Coffee sends the signal that it's "go time" to get through the day. Or it can sweep you into the arms of a daydream, which was the direction I opted to take with Kona.
Therefore, take about fifteen minutes (maybe even less), to savor the micro short known as Kona. It's absolutely free and available via All Authors Publishing House.
If you enjoy Kona, then check out my website as well to see what other works suit your fancy.
Until next time,
Let's face it. We all need some feelgood in the neighborhood. One of the substances that provides some joy, especially in the mornings, is coffee. Coffee sends the signal that it's "go time" to get through the day. Or it can sweep you into the arms of a daydream, which was the direction I opted to take with Kona.
Therefore, take about fifteen minutes (maybe even less), to savor the micro short known as Kona. It's absolutely free and available via All Authors Publishing House.
If you enjoy Kona, then check out my website as well to see what other works suit your fancy.
Until next time,
May 17, 2020
Short Story Freebie: Brielle by Synful Desire
Hello Awesome Visitors! I hope you have had fun thus far during National Short Story Month. So far, a few folks have stopped by to discuss and share information on how to get their freebies.
Guess whose turn it is?
Today I would like to discuss my newest freebie, entitled "Brielle". Although I played around with a few other titles, I decided to settle on my working title, which is rare for me.
Think of Brielle as a bit of a modern-day woman. She is laser-focused on her career goals. Brielle isn't relationship oriented but recognizes that she has needs. Brielle has an interesting way to fulfill said needs. I will let your imagination fill in the rest.
"Brielle" is a mix of relationship reflection, light erotic situations, and comedy. If you remember the vibe of "Handy", then you will get the gist of "Brielle".
"Brielle" is available in my Freebie section of the All Authors Publishing House website.
Until next time,
Guess whose turn it is?
Today I would like to discuss my newest freebie, entitled "Brielle". Although I played around with a few other titles, I decided to settle on my working title, which is rare for me.
Think of Brielle as a bit of a modern-day woman. She is laser-focused on her career goals. Brielle isn't relationship oriented but recognizes that she has needs. Brielle has an interesting way to fulfill said needs. I will let your imagination fill in the rest.
"Brielle" is a mix of relationship reflection, light erotic situations, and comedy. If you remember the vibe of "Handy", then you will get the gist of "Brielle".
"Brielle" is available in my Freebie section of the All Authors Publishing House website.
Until next time,
May 14, 2020
Da'Kharta Drop In: Take 2
Before I start promoting my first freebie, there are a few observations that I have to comment on. It'll be quick, I promise you.
(1) Either Y really likes space or she has some psychedelic mushrooms that she uses freely.(2) I'm curious how she got those stars on the ceiling. I don't see a ladder and she isn't that tall. Maybe she really is an alien.(3) How do you have popcorn kernels but no butter or oil to pop them? We must be living in our last days.(4) Why does she have alcohol, as if we are in our last days?
Okay, nothing to satisfy my stomach or throat. Let me make this quick.
Once upon a time, when I was but a blip on the landscape of literature, an idea popped in my head. It involved a teacher, a student, and layers of intrigue. It came together to form a short tale known as Vocal Remedy.
I offer it for free because charging for something you can read in less than thirty minutes makes me feel as appalled as people believing that bananas don't belong in banana pudding.
Um … don't even ask.
Check out my oldie but goodie Vocal Remedy, accessible on my site or at All Authors Publishing House.
May 12, 2020
Da'Kharta Drop In: Take 1
Hey yo! What's sizzling? As for me, this bacon that I have frying on the stove. Well, Y didn't say I couldn't cook myself some dinner while discussing my next, and newest, freebie "Apocawhat?"
Apocawho?
