S.E. Isaac's Blog, page 43

Thank you, Brenda!

 

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Ebook and paperback! You are awesome! Thank you sooooooo much!

Happy Reading! ❤

Flashing News Alert!

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I was away from life, yesterday, but I am baaaaaaaaack!

 

 

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I am back; however, I am not exactly sure where it is that I have returned to. This world in general, both ‘reality’ and ‘social media wise’, has turned into craziness. Everything that I once considered to be simple, courteous and good manners has been magically transformed into such unbelievable actions of human beings. Where did humanity go? Hell, where did human decency go? Everyone expects something in return for their kindness to others. Why not just be a nice person? Why does anyone owe you something because you did something nice for them? Wouldn’t you want someone to be kind to you or do nice things to you? (Okay, not pointing at ‘you’, who is reading this. Just using ‘you’ in general :-p )

Taking a sidestep from that subject, if you are an asshole who shows no decency towards others, don’t expect the world to sit by and still be nice to you. We can only bite our tongues for so long. We can only ignore bad behaviors for so long. We can only stand you for so long. Don’t expect to be an absolute douche (yes, I said ‘douche’. Just deal) and have rainbows, kittens, and sunshine sprinkled on you. You’ll be lucky, if you don’t end up with a team of surgeons to get a foot out of your ass.

Let’s all just be decent humans. In the words of a great hero:

 

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As always, Happy Reading!

What is going on with FB!?!

Okay,  I know that they said that the hacker thing on Facebook was a hoax; however, I have had some weird sh*t happen. This morning I woke up to a reply message. I opened it up, it was a gentleman from a different country sending me the cute little heart puppy emoji-thingy (yes. I said, ‘thingy’.) I thought, ‘that’s sweet, but what the hell was that for?’. I look above his message and see that ‘I’ have written him a message last night! Here is my message to this gentleman:

“Well, hey, gorgeous! ( Mudhar ) I will get back to you ASAP! Happy Reading! XoXo” 

Not trying to burst anyone’s bubble, but I honestly did not write this. I do use “Happy Reading! XoXo”, but I wouldn’t call a man gorgeous, unless it was one of my male besties & I was being…well…myself. I don’t know this gentleman. Okay, I’m going to refer to him as ‘guy’ from now on. Gentleman is taking too long to write. (HA)

I responded to the guy, but so far he has not messaged me back. If you are reading this, kind sir, I am sorry for the crazy message that was sent to you on my behalf. I believe it was a Facebook thing, because one of my friends sent me a random message about me this morning. When I asked him about it, he said he had no idea what was going on. Soooooo yeah, this has been a fraction of my day.

Anyone else dealing with this weirdness??????

 

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Happy Reading! XoXo   <

Lookie! Lookie!

 

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❤ Crystal “Awesome Baby Cousin” ❤

I am truly lucky to have the family & friends that I have. Look what picture I was tagged in on Facebook, this morning! –>

My beautiful, baby cousin, Crystal, bought my book! She is so awesome! I love the heart in the corner, makes it that much cuter of a picture! Thanks, Crystal! Love you! ❤

 

 

Happy Reading, Crystal! (And everyone else)

S.E.Isaac

 

 

 

 

 

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Pushing Forward

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This right here (meme) is the reason I will not lay down for a nap. I woke up with a killer headache and feeling under the weather, so I slept in for an extra hour. Woke up with a SUPER headache!! Yay, me! So I fought through it and have managed to stay up, but really haven’t accomplished much. I planned on writing and barely wrote a sentence. I, honestly, can’t tell you what I’ve done today that was productive…oh wait, I did the dishes. Okay, outside of that, I don’t know what I have done that was productive. Anyone else having this kind of Sunday?

The Captain Energy Drink or God of Coffee will be appearing soon. Stay tuned to see which one shows up. Maybe both? Just kidding. That will just lead to an even bigger headache and me running a marathon. (YUCK!)

 

[image error] On another note, my sons are playing with Pokemon cards. Too many of you this may not be a big deal; however, let me explain. My 7 year old son (Christopher) has gotten his 12 year old autistic brother (Alexander) to play with him! Alexander isn’t big into games. Getting him to play a game and stay seated for more than two minutes is an accomplishment. Yet, here they are in the middle of the living room dealing out cards, comparing health and comparing Pokemons. Grant it, Christopher sounds like he is cheating and I’m pretty sure Alexander knows this, but Alexander continues to play along. It is super cute & makes me want to cry tears of joy. The passed week they have been playing in the pool together by themselves. They have a few tiffs but nothing major. It is so nice to look out the nook window and see them splashing around & laughing with each other. They have come such a long way. Our family has finally gotten back on track since Alexander’s hospitalization, when he went off the deep end because of his autism and mood disorder. Our home is finally a home. We have laughter in our home. We have fun in our home. Grant it, there are moments of downs, but we always keep in mind the ups. Sorry for the rambling. I just had to share with all of you the happiness that is currently filling my heart! ❤

 

Happy Reading!

S.E.Isaac

 

 

 

 

 

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Just a taste….

“Train to Anguish”

By: S.E.Isaac

 

***more hardcore part of the novel***

 

“Armistice, come with me,” War Councilman Tibbot said.

“Yes, sir.” I stood and gathered my things. I followed him out of the room and down the hall in silence. He took me to the simulator. I hadn’t been in a simulator before. I had only heard rumors as to what it was, but everyone who spoke of it said it was excruciating. It was like being tortured mentally.

“You know what this is?”

“Vaguely, sir.” He nodded his head and faced me.

“This machine simulates being tortured. We will give you a piece of information and then test to see how long you can withstand keeping this information from the machine.” My heart began to pound. I glanced in the window at the machine. It seemed like just a plain white chair that was cushioned and in a recline position, but now I knew that it was so much more. “Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.” He handed me an envelope and I opened it. Inside was ‘Mission Bravo execute at 2200 hrs.’ I put the paper back in the envelope and gave it to War Councilman Tibbot.

“Understand?”

“Yes, sir.” He opened the door and took my belongings from me.

“Good luck,” he said with a smirk. I said nothing more. I walked through the door and he shut it behind me. I walked further into the room towards the chair. I was terrified of what this machine would do to me. I could easily run out of the room, but then what? Where would I go? My father would not let me return home and the Lynxian would shun me for running away from their beloved Academy.

I took a deep breath and sat in the chair. Slowly I leaned back and positioned myself comfortably in the chair. The lights turned off and my heart was once again racing. I heard a hum on both sides of my head and a blue light pulsed from dim to bright. Was this the torture everyone spoke of?

I heard a door open, the shuffling of feet. Something heavy was pulled into the room, and then the door slammed again. Right then the lights in the room came back on. Across from me was a tall pale man with a bald head and a beard. It was unusual to see a man with facial hair. He was standing in front of a table that had a variety of weapons and tools laid out. In his right hand was a gun.

“What information were you told?”

“Nothing,” I said. He smirked and opened the door. He bent down, picked up a white puppy, and closed the door softly.  I always had a weakness for animals.

“What information were you given?” He said again, more sternly now.

“Nothing.” He shot the puppy and blood splattered. “No!” He laughed as he dropped the puppy to the ground. He set the gun down. I tried to jump out of the chair and attack him, but I was strapped down. “You are sick!”

“So, I’ve been told,” he grabbed a knife. “What information were you given?”

“Nothing,” I screamed at him. He opened the door and an elderly man was standing there. “No. No. No.” I knew what would happen next if I did not give the information. I couldn’t let another life end. A tear slipped down my face.

“What information were you given?” The elderly man looked at me with pleading eyes.

“Nothing,” I whispered as the man sliced the elderly man’s throat and his limp body slumped to the ground. I tried to turn my head from the scene, but it wouldn’t move. I watched as the blood gushed from the elderly man’s throat and he fell to the ground on top of the puppy’s corpse. I could feel cool spots on my arm where his blood had landed.

“What information were you given?” He asked setting the knife down and grabbing a hacking tool.

“Nothing.” My voice was no longer recognizable. It was hushed and ragged, terror coursing through it. My mind seemed to be straining against my skull at the thought of what could possibly come next. He opened the door and a priest was ushered in. I shook my head. “No. Please.”

“What information were you given?” I shook my head, as tears poured down my face.

“Tell him, child.” The man of the cloth pleaded softly.

“I can’t. I’m so sorry,” I said with my eyes closed. My eyes opened.

“What information were you given,” the torturer asked, his voice becoming eerily quiet.

“Nothing.” He lifted his arm as high as it could go and slammed it down on the clergyman. The man screamed out in pain as his arm fell to the ground.

“What information were you given,” the torturer shouted.

“Nothing!” He began hacking away at the man in cloth. I didn’t bother closing my eyes. I knew it wouldn’t change anything. Finally, the torturer was done and the priest was laid on top of the puppy and elderly man.

“Shall we continue?”

“Just kill me already,” I spat. He quickly looked at me.

“What did you just say?”

“Just kill me already! I’m not telling you shit!”

“No, you are going to do it.” He grabbed the gun and walked over to me. “You are going to end your life.”

“No!” I said. Suicide was against the Nevan belief. Suicide was a damnation of the soul.

“Do it or I will continue.” He adjusted the straps to where my elbow was bent and hand up towards my head. He placed the gun in my hand. I once again tried to move it but it wouldn’t budge. The door opened and a girl no older than three was standing there. “Do it, and I shall spare her.”

“I can’t.” Tears were streaking down my face. He laughed.

“Because of the Nevan belief of the dishonor in suicide.”

“Yes,” I whispered. He strode toward the little girl. “Wait!” He turned towards me. “Do you give your word?” His eye brow rose.

“Do I give my word?”

“That you will not harm the child.”

“I give my word.” The door closed and opened again. The little girl was no longer standing there. “Should I call her back?” He said with a grin. I closed my eyes and pulled the trigger.

 

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What Greatness!

The lovely ladies of my family, who bought my novel in paperback!

 

 

 

From the top down by pairs:

Cousin Rachel & Aunt Natalie

Aunt Natalie’s two daughters, my wonderful cousins, Patty & Monica

My mother & my novel! ❤

 

 

I am so lucky to have all of this love & support! Love you all!

Happy Reading!

S.E.Isaac

Extra! Extra! Read all about it!

So, it is time for me to brag, again. I have said this time & time again. I have such an amazing, supportive family. My beautiful cousin, Rachel, just sent me a picture of her with my novel that she ordered!

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Meet Rachel ———————————–>

 

 

 

 

Other lovely ladies of my family, who have taken pictures with my novel are my bother & other beautiful cousin, Monica.

 

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Beautiful cousin, Monica—————————>

 

 

So many other family members and friends have bought my novel. They just haven’t sent a picture that I am allowed to post (hint! hint!). Many people have also spread the word about my novel by word-of-mouth & by sharing the link with their friends and family. Thank you so much, everyone. I am truly blessed to have such amazing people in my life!!!

 

Plenty of XoXo to you all.

Happy Reading,

S.E.Isaac

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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MUAH!

 

 

 

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Happy! Happy! Joy! Joy!

 

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You guys are AWESOME! Nine paperback books of “Train to Anguish” have been bought and seven ebooks of “Train to Anguish” have been bought, in the past two weeks! Thank you so much. I know to many of you, those numbers seem very low, but for a self-published author, even selling one book in a month is a happy dance. (HA!…no, seriously!)

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Thanks for all the love & support!

Happy Reading!

S.E.Isaac

 

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Thank you, Devil’s Armpit a.k.a Las Vegas

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The downside is…well, it feels like hell, once you are out of the pool. Not to mention the “hot-potato” dance with walking across the area from the pool to the front door, gate, or pool house. The damn culprit ———->

Yes. I should wear my sandals. Yes. I should remember to wear my sandals. No. My brain doesn’t think of this, until my feet are melting as I hop around like a crazy person trying to make it to the other side of the yard.

 

 

 

 

 

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Aladdin has the right idea!!! ^^^^^

I need a damn magic carpet! Anyone have a spare one I can borrow? It would be much appreciated