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The “Lune” is FREE (for a Limited Time)

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You know, EVERYBODY loves a FREEBIE! Why not come and get this one?

Do you enjoy a good read and a free book? Here’s is one that you can curl up with along with your favorite beverage and giggle while you page turn.

C. Desert Rose’s “Nethayel’s Lady Lune”
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Even the moon has secrets …

Traversing the globe—from Louisiana, USA to New Zealand—on an enterprise to discover the hidden secrets of the moon, Nethanyel finds that everything may not be as it seems. Accompanied by a consequential companion named Jax, Nethanyel is taken to a place … even a time … that he would have never expected.

Set in the year 1940, is Nethanyel’s Lady Lune exploration, fate or both?

What Are Readers Saying?

Nethanyel’s always been captivated by the legend of the lady in the moon, when he gets a chance to go on an exhibition to explore the myth, he jumps at the chance. With his newfound friend, Jax, the two of them set out to learn the truth and when they met the mysterious Rona, they’ll realize there’s more to the legend than meets the eye.

This is the third book I’ve read by the author and what I love most about her books is how she infuses the genres of fantasy and romance together. The mythology of the lady of the moon is what drew me into the book, but the romance element added a perfect touch to the story as Nethanyel sought to seek answers about the moon’s enchantress who captivated his heart.

Out of all the characters in the story, Jax was my favorite. In every scene, he stole the show and added humor to the story. I loved the banter he had with Nethanyel, one of my favorite parts is how Jax refers to Nethanyel as “Nate Mate” throughout the story.

If you’re in the mood for a story that combines the elements of fantasy, romance, and a dash of humor (courtesy of Jax), I recommend Nethanyel’s Lady Lune.

~ Author Carol Cassada

There are so many things in this world and beyond that we know little about. Mythological creatures, sacred places, and old folklore, all add to those mysteries. In the novelette, Nethanyel’s Lady Lune by C. Desert Rose, we run head on into a time and place where the legendary past meets the present (in this case…the 1940s).

Nethanyel’s Lady Lune drops us into the lives of Nethanyel and Jax. Two very different men, from different parts of the world, but have one thing in common – to find the remains of Rona – the legendary moon goddess. I won’t go into any more details of the story, as the secrets of the moon are to be revealed when you read.

The story flows well from start to finish; is well told and easy to follow as we weave in and out of Nethanyel and Jax’s journey and quest. The backstory and the insight into Rona’s past and legend all comes together in due time. I enjoyed how C. Desert Rose drew on all elements in the story and brings them together in a fast-paced ending.

~ Author A. Lopez Jr

I found the banter between Jax and Nethanyel absolutely hilarious! It reminds me of the back and forth between a certain person and me (who I will not name at the moment). One of us is full of words, and that would be yours truly. The other party prefers to just keep it to one word or one liners. I could picture myself in the majority of the scenes and going, “Oh, I definitely would say that” or “I would so do that”. This type of familiarity does keep one’s attention, particularly at her intended target audience.

~ Author Synful Desire

Excerpt

Nethanyel could hear someone stumbling in, drunk and disorderly. This was nothing new. Things like this happened in bars all the time. What happened next was new however. The man who had barged in obnoxiously called, “Bartender, pour me a cold one, would ya?” Nethanyel considered that the man had a funny accent, but could not place it and furthermore said nothing. He didn’t so much as turn around to acknowledge the drunken bastard.

The bartender poured the stranger his drink, as the man came waltzing over to sit right next to Nethanyel. “You’re not from around here.” the bartender commented matter-of-factly.

“No, my good man. Indeed I’m not,”

“Where from?”

“Far from here, my good sir. Oceans away …” he said as he extended his arm, waving it in one large circle towards the horizon.

“That didn’t answer my question,” the bartender was an older man. I’m too damn old to play “name that accent” with this fool, thought the bartender. So he kept his conversations straight and to the point.

“Ah, well,” the odd stranger commented with a subtlety that made the words slip off his tongue, “I am from New Zealand, mate.”

“Why you callin’ me ‘mate’? You don’t even know me.” the bartender said in an unvarnished tone then turned his back to the drunkard.

Feeling the awkwardness of the moment the man’s eye shot to the floor and then looked around the room, lifting his glass to whom ever made eye contact with him. Tilting his body’s weight into Nethanyel, he murmured, “Lively crowd we got here.” sarcasm absolute.

“Mhm.” Nethanyel hummed. Why must idiots like this insist on bugging me? Nethanyel pondered, then attempted to turn away from the man. No luck.

“Well …” the man huffed “it must be the weather then,” thinking his comeback was funny. It wasn’t. Extending his hand towards Nethanyel and offering a handshake, the inebriated man attempted to introduce himself. Nethanyel was in no mood for chit-chat, formalities, or anything of the sort. Nethanyel grabbed his drink, offering his back as a response to the drunk nitwit’s attempt.

Not catching on to the hint, the inebriated fellow maneuvered his already extended hand to Nethanyel’s shoulder and patted it, then continued with his conversation, “Jax here. Nice to meet you.” Then intentionally talked through his teeth, “Not that I actually met you, or anybody else for that matter. Wow! And I thought that Louisiana was a friendly place. You know? Considering the Mardi Gras and all.”

By now Nethaniel was very uncomfortable, so he stood up, taking his drink along with him and sat a few feet away. Attempting to find a new chatting partner Jax, the intoxicated New Zealander, turned to the bartender once more and asked cynically, “So are parties this lively all the time?”

“Just about.” the bartender replied with a nod. Noticing that Jax wasn’t going to give up on trying to form conversation he asked, “What brings you to Louisiana? It’s not Mardi Gras season.”

“Yes, yes. That I’m well aware of, mate. I’ve actually come to America to do some research. Louisiana, is merely where the boat docked. So, here I am. Tah-dah!”

“Oh.” was all the bartender replied, not once asking Jax to elaborate. Truth be told, he wasn’t even interested.

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From Friday, November 25th, 2016
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Tuesday, November 29th, 2016
Filed under: All Authors Publishing House, amazon free promo

#SciFiDramaRelease (Earth 8-8-2: Genesis’ Rebellion)

Greetings!

Today we are celebrating the release of the 2nd installment in the Earth 8-8-2 Saga, “Earth 8-8-2: Genesis’ Rebellion“.

To celebrate this release, it’s imperative to share with you the concept of birth of the Saga.

In 2014 Y. Correa was preparing a concept for the then “soon to be released” Concordant Vibrancy: Unity. Being that Y. Correa is a Multi-genre author, who’s an immense lover of Science Fiction and the theme of that anthology was unity, Y thought to herself, “Wouldn’t it be cool to unify genres and various fictional beings?“

Instantly the premise of the Earth 8-8-2 Saga was born. Part Science Fiction, part Paranormal and part Dark Drama, the Earth 8-8-2 Saga encompasses the life of a being which was created to be the Savior of Earth 882’s Mankind. Traversing parallel universes, multiple earths and various lifeforms, the Earth 8-8-2 Saga tells that tale of Genesis, a being which is a hybrid of an 882 Earthling, vampire, goddess and superhuman.

In the first installment, “Earth 8-8-2: The Genesis Project”, Y. Correa lays the foundation for the saga by telling the tale of Genesis’ creation.

In this NEWLY RELEASED installment, “Earth 8-8-2: Genesis’ Rebellion”, Y. Correa further elaborates on Genesis’ enterprise to obtain reprisal.

Chapter 2

The beeping sound which resounded amidst the silence of the scarcely occupied room did nothing to alert anyone, for those there were already at attention. Endeavors such as these were bound to have an audience.

Three sets of eyes peered into the mammoth glass, liquid filled container that housed Project Armageddon (Code Name: Experiment Eight-eight-two-dash-five-point-one); General Townsen’s, Doctor Theodor Belt’s and Acinom Zenit’s. The tank: a matrix created to nourish and sustain Project Armageddon—grow and strengthen it to its fullest capacity.

Acinom pushed a button then flipped a switch on the rotundus supercomputer which covered over half the wall and the sound ceased.

“Acinom,” called Doctor Belt, his voice raised, as though she were in another room, “check his pulse.” Acinom’s eyes shrank to slivers, the disdain of being yelled at pestered her.

“Yes, Doctor.” Acinom reached over, pushing another button which caused a spectacle of waves and numbers to appear on the computer screen in front of them. “Normal, Doctor.” she concluded.

“Good, good.” responded the happy Doctor.

Before any more hoopla could transpire, General Townsen trumped the tangible glee in the room, his voice filled with animosity. “How much longer before Experiment Eight-eight-two-dash-five-point-one is activated?” the dryness in his tone leaving much to be desired. Acinom frowned then squinted; chomping at the bit to put him in his place, although that was not necessarily her place.

Doctor Belt interjected, “Well Commander,” he walked towards the titanic, rectangular, transparent glass cistern which had a wide array of tubes and mechanisms affixed to it, and placed his hand on the glass, as though attempting to touch his creation. “It shouldn’t be much longer.” The gleam in Doctor Belt’s eyes was akin to a maniacal scientist basking in the glory of his creation—mad and euphoric. Doctor Belt pressed his forehead to the glass and shut his eyes, then released a long sigh of gratification.

Inside the immense vessel, attached to innumerable contraptions, floated the inanimate body of being liken to an Earth 8-8-2 man, but not.

General Townsen huffed his satisfaction, turned, pivoting like a soldier about to march, and left the room.

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Filed under: Books Tagged: earth 8-8-2 saga, genesis' rebellion, sci-fi drama, Y. Correa

Sci-Fi Mayhem #Earth882Saga

Yo, the Slightly Anti-Social Socialite here, leaving the Asylum Gates open for some epic sci-fi stuff.

A little over a year ago, at the same time Boundless Limits was released, the first book of Earth 8-8-2 was out also, called “The Genesis Project”. Although it was first proposed that we do our releases together, I knew that it was going to take me a lot longer than a year to put together the 2nd installment of the Transcendent Choice. However, I didn’t want that to stop my guest at this time for doing her thing. Plus, she’s kind of the impatient type anyway.

So … please give scratches, howls, and growls to Y. Correa.

Hey Sci-Fi Chic. I know the next book is coming out May 17th and it’s rumored that there’s a pretty intense character “phucking shyt up”. So, I got to thinking—which is more challenging to you as an author: creating an innately good character or crafting a bonafide bad ass?

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This is a great question. I would have to say that my biggest challenge is creating a “bonafide bad ass”. The thing is, typically I get this idea of who the character is in a generalized form. Yet, it takes a lot of research, plot preparation and imagination to make that character into a believable agitator. I think that it’s particularly important to give said character a credible backstory as well. This is because a conceivable backstory can set the tone for unquestionable zealot with an unfathomable endeavor.

Creating an innately good character seems simpler to me, because it’s all about heart & honesty—those are the primary attributes of a good person. A bad person tends to be a lot more complex.

Thank you again, for having me.

DR
Filed under: author Tagged: character building, earth 8-8-2 saga, genesis' rebellion, sci-fi drama, Y. Correa

No Bounds to Fly Excerpts (Boundless Limits Brag Swag)

The S.A.S.S. is here, to chat about “Boundless Limits”, Book One of the Transcendent Choice collection.

So … why is it being deemed a collection, as opposed to strictly a “saga” or a “series”?

Well, technically speaking, it’s a jambalaya of both.

The first three books in the Transcendent Choice collection revolve around three characters—Therice, Felipe, and Marina. Due to that being the main focus (although there are lots of supplementary action), these books are saga-esque. In other words, you won’t be able to understand “Efficacious Ennui”, Book Two of this collection, without having read “Boundless Limits”. Even if you were to scavenger the Transcendent Choice website (coming soon), there still isn’t enough information to fill in the missing gaps.

**Side Note: A Spring 2017 estimate is floating around for the 2nd book, but you didn’t see this here.**

The remaining three (or four—I haven’t quite decided) in the Transcendent Choice collection will be focused more on the celestial realm, in particular Amare, Vindicta, and this angst about the Spirit Visitation debate. As of this date, I have decided to write those as stand alones—which classifies them as serial as opposed to saga works.

What’s not to read in “Boundless Limits”? There are so many good elements as well as good excerpts. I couldn’t stop at just one, so I shared my favorite snippets.

From Chapter Four

Mother Nature continued not to take any prisoners. Purses and cell phones were not the only things incurring the wind’s wrath. The black umbrella in Mana’s hands fought and lost the right to keep its shape.

From Chapter Six

The sun started its slow descent to make way for the moon. Felipe was not ready to call it a day. The little girl playing at the end of the beach held his attention. She didn’t have his skin tone or even any of his facial features. But the girl’s hair—the way a few strands fell over her eyes while other wisps stuck out in rebellion against the rest …

From Chapter Seven

Yeah, the whole ghost visiting thing … a myth! A spirit was not allowed to visit a loved one after she had died. The reasoning, Therice was told, was because it helped the loved one to heal from the loss.

In that regard, Therice was an emotional sadist. She didn’t want Felipe to heal. If he healed, he may forget. She never wanted Felipe to forget her, and she never wanted to forget him. Their love was the rebellion against the rules, even those ordained by Heaven.

From Chapter Eight

“Amare, typically I’m anti-establishment but in this case, they have a point. On the surface, it seems like a great idea and it pleases the deceased. What about the living? They have a right to move on with their lives—meet different people, create new memories. Where does nostalgia end and torture begin? These spirits can’t tell the difference, so we have to do it for them.”

From Chapter Nine

Vindicta’s image took a back seat to Therice, whose whole essence illuminated when speaking of Felipe. Amare never felt that type of genuflection or rapture. Was there something lacking in his discarnal life? If so, why did it take just one being—Therice—to puncture the shield of contentment that thousands of others had failed to penetrate?

From Chapter Thirteen

Vindicta’s blood rushed like calescent lava, fused with an alacritous rage. Her body shook, the only visible sign that her body was losing the battle of emotional containment. The skin of Vindicta’s inner ear cracked, red liquid spewing through the seams. The sensation to open her eyes became incessant.

All right, assignment has been slayed. I’m going back to my cave and resuming my bid for this new blade I saw on eBay.

DR

Filed under: Boundless Limits, Transcendent Choice Tagged: aspire to inspire, boundless limits

The Three C’s: Continuous, Concordant, and Crackles

What? You back at the Asylum again? Well, since you’re here, might as well peep this post.

I was going to spread this out but since this thing had a deadline and between looking at some ratchet reruns on Roku, trying to outbid this douchebag on this fly sword, and sleeping, I didn’t ask for more time … I’m going to have to make this a homerun in one post.

Whether you read this in one shot … um, that’s up to you. Not like I’m going to jump out of the bushes and stab you if you don’t do it. On second thought …

Let’s get down to business.

Continuous Drips was a concept developed by fellow author Queen of Spades, and she invited Synful Desire and myself to tag along for the ride. Since the front of the cover would have been too chunky to put all our names on there, we decided to call ourselves “The Collective”. I like it cause it sounds like we’re the short story mob or some such. Unlike Desire I don’t have time to go into the history of the thing but I do want to give the crowd some excerpts from my short stories—“Unrest”, “Omitted”, and “The Kutters”.

From “Unrest”

Spywrit hopes her mom doesn’t pick up on the shift in tone before she hops in the shower. As drops beat against the pores, she hears his whisper. Before a year ago, there are no recollections of his timbre, yet Spywrit is no longer functioning without his melody tickling her ears.

Spywrit matches her breathing with the hiss of the steam. She drifts when his whisper transforms into an urgent rasp. She does not want his anger, only his joy.

From “Omitted”

Have you ever met someone and just knew he was the one you were supposed to love for a lifetime? That was how I felt about Jacob the first time I saw him. He sat in the far booth at the corner café. Dark black hair with ocean blue eyes. Deep naturally tanned skin. Frame not overly stocky but one could tell he frequented the gym. While everyone else held Kindle Fires, he held a paperback book. Occasionally, he’d use his forefinger to push up his black rimmed glasses. Apparently, they preferred to stay balanced on the tip of his nose.

The fourth time the glasses slipped, I offered my finger instead. He looked up at me and smiled. His dimples appeared, and my heart began skipping beats. That finger marked my pathway into his life.

From “The Kutters”

Nora had done her job well. The market was looking for something fresh—something that hadn’t been regurgitated and repackaged to appear different. The Kutters was a mix of conflict, action and tough decisions, and it became one of his highest selling books.

With the success of The Kutters, the bar had been raised.

Jonas had written three more books since then. Two of them had a warm reception but managed to place of the Best Sellers list. Jonas’ last book was a bit more experimental with style. Perhaps he was high off The Kutters’ fame, or maybe he was tired of his staple writing formula. Whatever the case, the last book was considered a publishing bomb and readers, critics, even Nora, began to wonder if Jonas had lost his magic.

My twist on Unity was reflected in my story “Coalesce”.

From Chapter Four of “Coalesce”

Visha put the cover over the toilet seat, pulled down her pants and lowered herself on the diaphanous material. There were new items written on the stall door—a mixture of philosophies conjured from the aftereffects of illegal substances, along with scribbled phone numbers of girls rumored to be easy. The reading of these added an extra eight minutes to her bathroom stall visit. While wiping the excess urine, Visha twisted her lips in confusion. Beige looking flakes were mixed in with the dampness. She dropped it in the toilet, pulled up her pants—making sure that her long tank top didn’t accidentally get tucked in. The automatic flush activated and the tainted tissue disappeared in a blink.

Can the average, awkward girl fall for the hot, handsome guy? I took quite a bit of liberties with interpretation in my short tale “Inside Me”.

Excerpt from “Inside Me”

My eagerness ebbed to an immeasurable high. I threw hesitation out the window and sprinted, closing the distance between us.

“Wait!” she barked but I was already behind her. The lower part of my body made the intentions clear—entrance into her innermost secret place. I couldn’t tell whether the groan was hers or my own.

As far as whether I’ll be doing any more C’s (like Concordant), I did miss out on the 2nd one. I spilled my T in an earlier post but I am looking to be a part of the 3rd one.

Just have to stay tuned at this spot for details. Well, not exactly stay put here because that’s some stalker type behavior and I don’t like stalkers.

DR
Filed under: concordant vibrancy, continuous drips, short stories Tagged: aspire to inspire, crackles of the heart

Earth 8-8-2: Genesis’ Rebellion #CoverReveal

Dear Readers, Writers and Precious Patrons,

Cheers and welcome to this Cover Reveal Celebration of Multi-genre Author Y. Correa’s next installment to the Earth 8-8-2 Saga.

The first book, “Earth 8-8-2: The Genesis Project” marked the commencement of a Sci-Fi Mashup of epic proportion.

BLURB:

Could Science Serve as Salvation?

One-fourth Human.

One-fourth God.

One-fourth Superhuman.

One-fourth Vampire.

For Dr. Scott, the combined strengths of each life form represent the answer to the onslaught of malice and tyranny plaguing his Earth. When his creation—Genesis—begins developing, the lines between scientist and father become blurred. Soon the time approaches where Genesis is expected to fulfill her purpose. Does she go along willingly, or will her rapid evolution obliterate everyone’s best laid plans?

In the newest installment, “Earth 8-8-2: Genesis’ Rebellion” Author Y. Correa endeavors to start where the last one ended and continue the adventure that is the Earth 8-8-2 Saga.

By

BLURB:

In the second installment of the Earth 8-8-2 saga, Genesis is heartbroken, disillusioned, but most of all … angry: angry that she has no say-so in the narrative of her own purpose.  In the absence of choice, the only response that makes sense is rebellion.

As Genesis elicits the intensity of her powers, General Townsen must act quickly to develop a counterbalance to this previous experiment gone askew. Will the General’s army rise effectively against this unlikely nemesis, or will all see the literal overtures of what occurs when powers that be attempt to regulate true evolution?

Now, without further ado, we are pleased to present you with the cover of “Earth 8-8-2: Genesis’ Rebellion”.

Filed under: Coming Soon, cover reveal Tagged: Earth 8-8-2, genesis' rebellion, sci-fi drama, Y. Correa

S.K.A.R. (The Dark Drama Ass Kicker)

Yo what’s good? The SASS is here. For those new to the spot, that stands for Slightly Anti-Social Socialite. I wanted to spit a little bit on S.K.A.R. (Simi’s Komma: Amplified Reminiscence). Before I do that, let me invest in some rewinding.

The building blocks for Amplified Reminiscence started with “Simi’s Komma”.

Blurb:

Papyrus is a small town that’s not a fan of anything different. Here we meet four longtime friends. Hiphen is the observant one. Rod is the laid back one. Point is a girl that acts like one of the guys yet is a proponent of action. Simi is the leader of the squad.

When transfer Komma Plush arrives, Simi takes it upon himself to show her the ropes of a new time, yet at first she is not open to it. What follows takes Simi on this journey that threatens the balance of this long term friendships.

At first, this work was offer for free on the Smashwords platform. However, last year, my publisher started making some big moves, and part of that moving and shaking involved removing works that would be getting a price point based on word count.

“Simi’s Komma” was one of those works.

As I was reading the tale, I noticed that some readers were curious about the aftermath and my twisting mind got to brewing. I added more and more to the original and this “story” became a “novelette”.

I usually frown at stuff being extended, but this take—from the newer cover to the additional material—makes me smirk a whole lot.

Excerpt from S.K.A.R. “Simi’s Komma: Amplified Reminiscence”

Section (Epilogue: The Grave Visits)

Chapter One

The Weight of Hesitation

Hiphen

            A few months had passed since I conducted that special interview with the reporter. I thought that by telling the reality, and not the embellishment that was depicted on the news, the weight would fully be lifted.

            It didn’t work the way I hoped.

            The memories caused too much pain. I felt as if the whole town blamed me. How could the one known as the voice of reason not use his reason to act accordingly? The emotions avalanched, not just changing my dynamic with the town but my parents as well. In the end, we ended up moving out of Papyrus, the only home we’d ever known.

The coolest thing about the extension is that some segments bring up even more questions—whether the group of four was as tightly knit as the outside world suspected. I frayed the ropes of likability, in the sense that a character one may have liked in one segment may emotionally screw you up in the next segment. To me, it makes for compelling literature, and I’m not saying this because I wrote the thing.

I have an appreciation for all I’ve put out. No moment has existed where I’ve said, “Man I should have kept that to myself”. Out of my short time publishing, S.K.A.R. is high on my list as my favorite—from concept to execution, and that’s including prior to the extension. I don’t think even the hype behind the Transcendent Choice collection can top this feeling … mainly because “Simi’s Komma” was one of my earlier works. The “Amplified Reminiscence” is the newer part but I could not have pinned that so exquisitely without the former.

This work is my shyt and the shyt … #justsaying

DR
Filed under: All Authors Publishing House, simi's komma Tagged: aspire to inspire, because the publisher is making me, drama shyt, s.k.a.r.

April Roundtable on April Fools’

What’s sizzling visitors? The S.A.S.S. here and you’re just in time for the April Roundtable. Since the public was a bit too shy to chime in, I called on some of the usual suspects to put their spin on this question.

“What are your feelings about April Fools’ Day? Are you the one doing the pranks or does it cause you lots of disdain? Oh, and add the why too.“

Up until the age of 19, I didn’t feel one way or the other about April Fools’ Day. I wasn’t one to pull pranks but usually the one who got pranks pulled on. A very traumatic experience occurred on that day in 1997, and ever since then, it’s been a struggle to get past that day without there being sadness. Luckily, those moments are less and less. I no longer participate in April Fools’ and tell others to refrain from pranking me or getting me involved in the ruckus.

Let’s talk. I think this whole thing is a bit stupid because most people don’t know when they’ve gone too far with the jokes and the pranks. #justsaying

Side Note: I don’t think Desire’s been that short with an answer … since, well never!

I agree with Desire 100%!

I have never been one to “enjoy” April Fools Day, nor have I ever been one to want to fool anyone. Maybe as a very young kid, in grade school, before I had the full understanding of what the day was, I might’ve tried to “fool” a fellow 2nd or 3rd grader. However, as I got older I realized that the day isn’t so much about playing funny pranks as it is about proving how ludicrous and dumb some people can be. Let’s be honest here, the only ones getting shown to be the dumbasses are the ones falling for the pranks anyway.
Honey, we’re not laughing with you, we’re laughing AT YOU.
#justsaying

Hello Da’Kharta, thank you for having me. April Fool’s Day isn’t something that I enjoy at any level.

I suppose I can see the attraction that children have to said holiday, but I think that grown, evolved adults shouldn’t be undermining their own intelligence by contributing to a “holiday” that does nothing more than demonstrate tomfoolery and lack of intelligence.

Perhaps I wouldn’t feel that way if less people acted like blatant imbeciles, however, as it stands that doesn’t seem to be the case.

Putting a long story short, “April Fool’s Day” is not anything that I participate in, for many reasons.

As far as April Fools’, some people don’t know what’s considered a good old fashioned ribbing and what is going too far. I think that’s why this day is either a hit or miss. Since I’m so anti-social, I don’t get too many people trying a prank or joke on me. Maybe it’s my menacing stare or my numerous weapons at my disposal that keeps them at bay.

It’s cool you checked out the Roundtable. If you are interested in participating in the June discussion or have a topic on what I should cover, place some comments underneath.

DR
Filed under: rising thoughts Tagged: adonis mann, april fools day, queen of spades, roundtable, synful desire, Y. Correa

Vocal Remedy #TheMysteryRead

Yo, the S.A.S.S. here. I couldn’t find anything interesting on the TV besides politics and Beyonce, so to amuse myself, I decided to pick up the very first work I had published by All Authors Publishing House “Vocal Remedy”.

Vaser is not surprised when Mr. Choice selects him. He does have a great voice and only the best should compete to win the cash prize for the music program. Everything falls into place as Vaser prepares to deliver a vocal remedy to compose his award winning tune.

This tale came out to some interesting reviews, including one person who wanted to get back fifteen minutes of one’s life. As to why, who knows and I can’t say that I care? Each time I see that review, it makes me smirk. I just can’t take a review seriously that doesn’t spit out what you hate about something. Besides, I knew I wasn’t for everyone—I come with a warning label.

Per the instructions of this task given by my publisher, I’m supposed to provide some sort of excerpt, something to be a spark for me to reconnect with my words.

Well, I’ve never been disconnected, and doing it from that angle bores me. So I’m going to change the rules of this thing … um … because I want to.

If a reader just checks out “Vocal Remedy” once, I can say with accuracy that you are bound to miss something. There may be some authors who never read their works again once they are sent out to the big publishing ocean in the universe.

Nope, I’m not that chic. How can I tell other folks to read and like it, if I’m not reading and liking it on a consistent basis?

Therefore, you guys are going to be a fly on the wall as I go through my reading experience with “Vocal Remedy”.

The first time I read “Vocal Remedy”, I was trying to figure out the connection with Vaser and Mr. Choice.

Was it a consensual relationship? (Like both people being willing participants)
If it wasn’t, how did the previous dynamics play out prior to the story?

The second time I read “Vocal Remedy”, my focus was on some of the language (both spoken and unspoken) delivered during particular segments. The looks between Mr. Choice and Vaser in the chorus room. The confusion of Janelle when she didn’t get picked for the competition, along with Vaser’s explanation as to why she wasn’t selected.  The short yet seemingly insignificant banter between Jenks and Vaser. It was just cool that everything means something, even the things in passing.

The third time I read “Vocal Remedy” my mind was on Vaser’s savvy. Could he really know for sure that there would be no mistakes? If there were some screw ups, did he have a backup plan? No way to really know—it’s all up to a reader’s interpretation.

Many complex scenarios, covered in less than 2,500 words. It’s cool that I achieved that. Is there room to expand? Of course. However, with “Vocal Remedy”, the beauty is in the guessing game … a whole “Create Your Own Back Story” combined with a “Create Your Own Conclusion”.

Check out the guessing game for yourself right HERE.

DR
Filed under: All Authors Publishing House, Books, vocal remedy Tagged: just saying, my words are the ish, short story guessing game, vocal remedy

Yo DR … #FanQuery

 Yo, what’s brewing? The S.A.S.S. here. My publisher rang the doorbell of my cave and told me that I had mail. I thought that I was being punked and reminded her that April Fools’ had been over with for a minute. But then … there it was …

After getting over my genuine shock, and giving up trying to rationale the why of this individual, I proceeded to put my poker face on and give the mouse a few taps.

#FanQuery
What is your favorite movie(s) (it can be a series) and why?
What elements do you believe contribute to your affinity?

Hello Psychotic Being Who Sent Me These Questions

I don’t know if I should thank you for acting like you care enough to ask about me, or laugh at you. If it were up to me, you might not be getting an answer at all (the anti-social bit). Yet, that previous statement is what one would call a joke, because my anti-social is set on super slight for the time being. Therefore, you are in luck.

Hmmm … my favorite movie. I do have a favorite movie but it may not be the movie that relates to the second half that inquires about my affinity.

My all time favorite movie series is Nightmare on Elm Street. To me, there’s something pretty bad ass about someone coming at you while you are asleep and attacking (including killing) your ass. Now, as far as all of the movies, I can’t say I like all of them. Once they got to a certain point, they started getting a bit stupid, but that is what happens when someone goes to the realm for too long.

One analogy I will use is this:

It’s like a woman introducing a new technique in the bedroom because she’s feeling extra frisky. In her mind, the guy should recognize this is some special occasion type stuff or when she’s been doing yoga and feeling super flexible type stuff. Unfortunately, because the guy likes the technique so much, he thinks it should happen all the time. At first, she goes along with the program to make him happy, but each performance, it becomes less and less thrilling and interesting. That type of scene.

Or, when an author just won’t let a character die and find ways of bringing the character back so outlandish that even the reader doesn’t buy the bull.

Moving on.

Now, to this affinity type deal.

Believe it or not, I am fascinated by religion, although I am not necessarily a believer. You won’t find me telling you to worship an invisible man in the sky or some figures up in stone. The thing that draws me to this topic is how far people go for the sake of religion … the psychology that leads to the overload … the ongoing battle between good and evil. Mainly, all the tricks evil has up its sleeve.

For me, evil makes sense; good does not.

You do wrong to someone, you should expect payback. Forget all of this “turn the other cheek” mess. That does nothing to soothe the thirst to make someone hurt or pay in the interim, especially if you hurt someone close to me. When that happens, it’s all over but getting some folks over to have a Fabuloso party (salsa, chips, queso, alcohol, and music included).

The movie that speaks to my affinity the greatest is the movie Carrie. Not that remake or the sequel, but the original 1970’s version. You see, Carrie was this chic not messing with nobody and then these high school assholes go out of their way to make a fool out of her. Then, she has this psycho religious mama giving her grief, too. What does she do after being Miss Goody Two shoes doesn’t work? She shows everyone who’s the boss. That will teach them to mess with her.

I hope this is close to what you were looking for. If not, then oh, well.

DR
Filed under: rising talk Tagged: fan query, horror is my addiction, movies