Hello, Everyone.
It has been a while since I have posted a blog. Things have been crazy for me these past few months. Shamefully I haven't been writing as much as I'd like to, mostly due to the craziness of life, work, etc. Writing three books at once is probably one of the most painful things I have ever put myself through. Truthfully I don't know how writers like Stephen King do it. I would love to release three to four books a year, but mentally and financially that's just not possible. Also, I don't want to release garbage. I have learned from my past mistakes in publishing, especially with Abolition Book One. I wish I would have waited to release that book, but I was excited to release my first ever self published book. Every author had a book they're disappointed with but nonetheless it's published.
Now with learning from past mistakes and I've made a few, I'm happy with the results of Abolition Book Two and my first attempt at a psychological thriller, Lilly. The positive response from Lilly has been overwhelming and I look forward in releasing that sequel to you, but it'll be a while. Most likely books three and four of my Abolition Series will be out before Lilly. I've been working feverishly on these two books this past year and have reworked each book and swapped chapters in and out in order to make a better flow. I believe these two books are thus far my best work yet, and I cannot wait for you to read them. The series is going places that I would have never dreamed of when I was writing book one of the series, but here I am now.
On the other hand, I recently attended the Wheeling, Wv arts and cultural festival with my writers group and it was a success. Positive feedback on our group and on some of my books, plus I sold a few too. I will keep doing festivals in the near future, not only with my writers group but by myself as well. Festivals allow a face to face conversation and you're able to sell your work in person and have more meaningful, personal talks with those individuals. Social media platforms cannot achieve that. I have received much more positive feedback by actually putting forth the hard work.
So look for more updates and sneak peeks of my future books in the next blog post or two. Also, I have mentioned before that my writers group will be releasing an anthology book as well. Each member will be contributing a piece to that book. So look for updates on that as well. That book should be released by the end of the year or early next year.
In closing I hope everyone keeps reading. Have a wonderful evening. Cheers!
The Mad Writer
Tuesday, June 19, 2018
Tuesday, April 17, 2018
Is winter here to stay?
A few days ago it was 70 degrees and there was even a day that neared 80 degrees, but today it's snowing once again. Luckily for me I am off so I don't have to be working outside in this winter like weather. I often think about what it would be like if the seasons never existed or if we were stuck in a winter like purgatory for good. How long would most individuals last? A year or maybe more?
Just think of that unimaginable horror for a moment...
Terrible right? Just like in George R.R. Martin's, A song of Ice and Fire, an epic novel series that inspired the show, Game of Thrones. In his land, where summer's can last for decades and the winter, well, it can last for a lifetime. To me there is nothing more terrifying than experiencing the icy grip of winter and knowing that it has it's course to run until spring can arrive, but come on, it's spring already. I'm waiting for the White Walkers to arrive and the Night King to be leading the way.
With that aside, now I'm adding an element to my apocalyptic series, Abolition, that will be a similar theme. I think every epic series needs a dark element that makes the reader shiver with fear. Now I'm not going to give away my story just yet, only because I am currently writing books three and four in the series as we speak, but just wanted to share this with you guys. Any thoughts? If so, please share.
Now with that being said, I've been working on a small piece that will be in an anthology with other great writer's The book is due to come out late this year, but nonetheless it's exciting for me to be a part of it. So I wanted to share a little sneak peek of it with you guys. My piece is titled, Locks and Damned, so please read and tell me what you think. Obviously I'm in the editing process still, so any advice would be nice. Thanks again. Enjoy.
Just think of that unimaginable horror for a moment...
Terrible right? Just like in George R.R. Martin's, A song of Ice and Fire, an epic novel series that inspired the show, Game of Thrones. In his land, where summer's can last for decades and the winter, well, it can last for a lifetime. To me there is nothing more terrifying than experiencing the icy grip of winter and knowing that it has it's course to run until spring can arrive, but come on, it's spring already. I'm waiting for the White Walkers to arrive and the Night King to be leading the way.
With that aside, now I'm adding an element to my apocalyptic series, Abolition, that will be a similar theme. I think every epic series needs a dark element that makes the reader shiver with fear. Now I'm not going to give away my story just yet, only because I am currently writing books three and four in the series as we speak, but just wanted to share this with you guys. Any thoughts? If so, please share.
Now with that being said, I've been working on a small piece that will be in an anthology with other great writer's The book is due to come out late this year, but nonetheless it's exciting for me to be a part of it. So I wanted to share a little sneak peek of it with you guys. My piece is titled, Locks and Damned, so please read and tell me what you think. Obviously I'm in the editing process still, so any advice would be nice. Thanks again. Enjoy.
He was late and he knew
it. It was the first night on his new job, which he desperately needed, but
instead he chose to get drunk. Brent knew he had a drinking problem, but he
didn’t care, nor did he have the time to deal with it. Way to go, the first night on your new job and you’re blowing it, you
dumbass. His father’s words echoed in his mind as he raced towards the
river dock.
Brent
had just turned twenty five years old and he was still living with his parents.
This new job paid well and could even be a possible career job, if he didn’t
screw it up. You’re blowing it, you
dumbass. Once again the memory of his father’s words stung, just as the
cold, foggy air stung his face. Brent struggled to keep his feet on the old,
slippery cobblestones that led down to docks. His drunkenness had gotten the
better of him a few times, but each time he slipped or fell, he picked himself
back up and continued on through the fog.
It
was well after midnight and the barge he worked on was scheduled to leave at 12
o’clock sharp, or at least that’s what the captain had told him during his last
interview. Brent picked up his pace. He knew he was getting closer for he was
surrounded by storefronts on each side of him now. Over the years the riverside
had gentrified to become a shopper’s paradise. Decades ago people would have
never dreamed of coming down to the river’s docks, unless you were a fisherman
or a worked a river barge, but now those jobs were a thing of the past. A long
forgotten past that most people had almost forgotten completely. Now people flocked
to the area to purchase clothing, special coffee drinks, and perfumes.
The
Sasquatch was the last river barge working in Newburg. You had to travel about
fifty miles downriver or upriver until you would come across another river
barge. The Sasquatch was a behemoth. Altogether there were fifteen barges tied
together, three wide and five long. The length caused the end to disappear into
the horizon at dusk, and be out of sight during misty days.
Brent
was nervous as hell though. The boat was massive and intimidating, but at least
he wasn’t piloting it, no, he was serving as a new deckhand. During his
interview the captain informed him that the last deckhand had fallen overbroad.
The crew attempted to rescue him, but the strong river’s current pulled him
down and so he drowned. It took emergency rescuers about a week until they
finally recovered his body. So I’m
replacing a dead guy, Brent thought as he finally saw the beast of a boat
appear before him out of nowhere through the thick nighttime fog. The boat
hadn’t left yet, which was a good thing, but Brent wished they had left him
behind. His nerves and his stress level would have subsided and he could’ve
continued drinking and relaxing.
While
undoing rope tie downs one of his fellow deckhands took notice of Brent
approaching. “It’s about damn time. We were about to leave without you. If it had been up to me, we would’ve left
twenty minutes ago,” he snarled to Brent.
Friday, January 5, 2018
Some of my favorite shows that inspire me and my writing
So I'm going to do something a little bit different this time around. I'm going to share with you some of my favorite shows. When I first started writing my Abolition Series in 2010, that's when The Walking Dead premiered and I was like, wow this show is so amazing, but yet disappointing to me at the same time, being that Abolition was apocalyptic fiction genre, just like The Walking Dead. So of course I changed some of my writing to make Abolition different, only because I didn't want to be compared to The Walking Dead since at the time I was trying to find an agent and publisher for my book.
So as I'm writing Abolition, I'm following The Walking Dead as well and of course it became a influence for me and my writing. The first three seasons were fantastic, but now, wow the show is awful. The writer's have grown lazy and character's story lines have become dull. I refuse to let my writing become that way, so I've been trying to incorporate more colorful characters and strong character subplots into my writing. Sorry Walking Dead, but you're dead to me.
Now Game of Thrones. I have read all the books and I am a fan of both the show and the books. Each are different in their own way, but nonetheless the writing for the books and the show is incredible. A Song of Ice and Fire are easily one of my favorite fantasy book series that I have read and Game of Thrones is high up on the list of my favorite shows. Just yesterday they announced that the show's final season wouldn't return until 2019. WAIT! WHAT? 2019 are they crazy? Of course that's what everyone is saying on social media, but I get it from a writer's viewpoint. They want the final season of the show to be epic, especially because there is only going to be six episodes, but longer movie like episodes. I have faith that the writer's will do their job and do it well, and give the show an ending it's fan and the show deserves.
Stranger Things. Netflix has become an amazing source of great original shows. Stranger Things is an amazing nostalgic show that takes me back to my childhood, but with great music and better writing to go along with it. I'm happy that Netflix has renewed Stranger Things with a season three and four. I look forward to see the Upside Down once more.
So now with all these shows on their breaks I've been searching for another show and I have found it. Once again it's another Netflix show, Godless, and I'm hooked. Great writing, acting, the music, the beautiful landscape, cinema photography, etc. Godless makes me feel like I'm out west in the 1880's. So Godless will have to do until I find another show to hold me over until my other favorite shows return. These shows help inspire me to create a world just like in Abolition that my readers can get lost into and strive to make my writing better.
What's your favorite shows or inspiration? I hope you enjoyed this blog post. With all this cold weather consuming us, it makes for good reading time or binge watching a show. So grab a blanket and your comfy clothes and do just that. Cheers!
So as I'm writing Abolition, I'm following The Walking Dead as well and of course it became a influence for me and my writing. The first three seasons were fantastic, but now, wow the show is awful. The writer's have grown lazy and character's story lines have become dull. I refuse to let my writing become that way, so I've been trying to incorporate more colorful characters and strong character subplots into my writing. Sorry Walking Dead, but you're dead to me.
Now Game of Thrones. I have read all the books and I am a fan of both the show and the books. Each are different in their own way, but nonetheless the writing for the books and the show is incredible. A Song of Ice and Fire are easily one of my favorite fantasy book series that I have read and Game of Thrones is high up on the list of my favorite shows. Just yesterday they announced that the show's final season wouldn't return until 2019. WAIT! WHAT? 2019 are they crazy? Of course that's what everyone is saying on social media, but I get it from a writer's viewpoint. They want the final season of the show to be epic, especially because there is only going to be six episodes, but longer movie like episodes. I have faith that the writer's will do their job and do it well, and give the show an ending it's fan and the show deserves.
Stranger Things. Netflix has become an amazing source of great original shows. Stranger Things is an amazing nostalgic show that takes me back to my childhood, but with great music and better writing to go along with it. I'm happy that Netflix has renewed Stranger Things with a season three and four. I look forward to see the Upside Down once more.
So now with all these shows on their breaks I've been searching for another show and I have found it. Once again it's another Netflix show, Godless, and I'm hooked. Great writing, acting, the music, the beautiful landscape, cinema photography, etc. Godless makes me feel like I'm out west in the 1880's. So Godless will have to do until I find another show to hold me over until my other favorite shows return. These shows help inspire me to create a world just like in Abolition that my readers can get lost into and strive to make my writing better.
What's your favorite shows or inspiration? I hope you enjoyed this blog post. With all this cold weather consuming us, it makes for good reading time or binge watching a show. So grab a blanket and your comfy clothes and do just that. Cheers!
Monday, December 4, 2017
Writing and more writing
Greetings everyone,
These past few months have been a total blur to me. Not only have I purchased a home, but my day job has been crazy busy because of the holiday season, and has consumed most of my life, but despite all the craziness going on I have been writing. I've been writing four stories at once. When I first started writing I told myself that I would never do that to myself, but here I am now. I'm not regretting it because I know once they are completed it'll be worth it and rewarding in the end.
When I first started my Abolition Series, first of all I never imagined that I would write two books, but here I am writing a third and now a fourth. That's right, I am writing books three and four at the same time. I don't want to be one of those writer's who write a series and begins to water it down with each book that's released, and next thing they realize is that they're seven books into a series and they decide to end it abruptly and makes for a confusing end, and most of all a pissed off reader. No, I want Abolition to mean something to myself and the reader. The series have evolved into many sub genres since it's conception and I'm so pleased with the direction it's going. I only hope my readers will feel the same way. Each book stands alone from each other, but without each book one there could be no book two, and without book two there could be no book three. Does that make sense? Well to me it does. I'm really pushing my Abolition Series and I hope takes off for me within the next few years, but book four will most likely be the last book in the series.
Also, I've been working on the second book in my Lilly Series. At first I didn't want to make Lilly into a series, but after all the positive feedback from Lilly and the enjoyment from writing a thriller/horror book, I decided that there would be a book two.
I am currently writing another new novel as well. It will be titled Distortion. It is a fictional dark comedy genre. I've always thoroughly enjoyed reading dark comedies and now I'm attempting to write one. It'll be a while until it's completed, but I at least wanted to get the news out there to you guys.
Last but not least, I've decided to share a piece that I've been working on. I'm not going to tell you guys what story it is from yet, but a reminder that it is a rough draft only. So I'm sure there will be many errors in my writing so please be kind. I'm just really excited to share with you and I haven't posted anything in a while so here you go. Enjoy. Also, please leave comments. Cheers!
These past few months have been a total blur to me. Not only have I purchased a home, but my day job has been crazy busy because of the holiday season, and has consumed most of my life, but despite all the craziness going on I have been writing. I've been writing four stories at once. When I first started writing I told myself that I would never do that to myself, but here I am now. I'm not regretting it because I know once they are completed it'll be worth it and rewarding in the end.
When I first started my Abolition Series, first of all I never imagined that I would write two books, but here I am writing a third and now a fourth. That's right, I am writing books three and four at the same time. I don't want to be one of those writer's who write a series and begins to water it down with each book that's released, and next thing they realize is that they're seven books into a series and they decide to end it abruptly and makes for a confusing end, and most of all a pissed off reader. No, I want Abolition to mean something to myself and the reader. The series have evolved into many sub genres since it's conception and I'm so pleased with the direction it's going. I only hope my readers will feel the same way. Each book stands alone from each other, but without each book one there could be no book two, and without book two there could be no book three. Does that make sense? Well to me it does. I'm really pushing my Abolition Series and I hope takes off for me within the next few years, but book four will most likely be the last book in the series.
Also, I've been working on the second book in my Lilly Series. At first I didn't want to make Lilly into a series, but after all the positive feedback from Lilly and the enjoyment from writing a thriller/horror book, I decided that there would be a book two.
I am currently writing another new novel as well. It will be titled Distortion. It is a fictional dark comedy genre. I've always thoroughly enjoyed reading dark comedies and now I'm attempting to write one. It'll be a while until it's completed, but I at least wanted to get the news out there to you guys.
Last but not least, I've decided to share a piece that I've been working on. I'm not going to tell you guys what story it is from yet, but a reminder that it is a rough draft only. So I'm sure there will be many errors in my writing so please be kind. I'm just really excited to share with you and I haven't posted anything in a while so here you go. Enjoy. Also, please leave comments. Cheers!
Prologue
Darkness
surrounded him, from all sides there was darkness. There was no sunlight or
moonlight to distinguish night from the day, at least not in the last twenty
years or so. To him those days were only a myth, a story that parents would
tell their children before they put them to bed. Both he and his sister were
raised in total darkness. It was all they knew, besides the stories that was
told to them from their mother. Those stories which in fact fueled him and gave
him a reason to live, but his sister was the complete opposite. She tried to
survive by the easy way and decided that there was no hope left for humanity,
and wanted to live in hiding from the enemy.
His mother was dying and he knew
that she would be dead upon his return, but he had to do his part. There was a
certain man he was looking for, a man who once led the rebellion and the war
against the enemy. He was a man that his father fought alongside with and had
the upmost respect for. This man even saved his life once when he was a young
child. That was last time he had ever saw this man. Afterwards he had
disappeared and his whereabouts have been a mystery ever since. Some say that
he was a time traveler and his mission failed, so he had returned back to his
time and reality, others say he went into another dimension, there were a lot
of amazing stories that surrounded the man that was named Quinn.
Only his torchlight guided him
through the darkness. He knew it was a risk to carry one, but it was his only
hope. There were some places so dark that he couldn’t even see his own hand in
front of his own face, and only his slow moving feet could keep him on the
right path. Each step was nerve-racking. Many have perished on this road
because many have chosen not to carry a torch and those fools lose their
footing only to tumble down a cliff to their death. There was no horizon that
separated the sky from the earth. There was no sunlight that could penetrate
the darkness. There were no food crops. The weather could be extreme at times,
which included high winds and cold temperatures that mostly stayed well below
freezing. Venturing into the wilderness was to some complete suicide, but not
to him. He knew the paths well, and many he learned as a child, but most of all
he learned how to stay survive.
Suddenly those memories of when
Quinn saved him as a child had come flooding back. He was only eight years old
when he first met Quinn and that was the only time he met him. He was young and
dumb, but desperately wanted to see the place his father always talked about
and longed to see, the Valley. It was the home of his father and the place he died
trying to win back from the enemy. There the enemy’s power was the strongest.
The darkness there was so thick that still to this day he remembered the
sensation it gave him. The hairs upon his own neck stood on end and a chill ran
down his spine.
He stood on a high ridge and
remembered looking down into the Valley below, but to him it was only a black
sea of darkness, except for the floating orbs. Till then the orbs were only a
myth to him, but after seeing them with his own eyes, they instilled a fear
into him that still to this day haunted him. They floated in silence; many
swirled with blue and green colors. They were beautiful and mesmerizing at the
same time. It was as if they were calling to him to come near, but then he felt
it, a hard hand upon his right shoulder. Suddenly he was spun around, and there
a man stood before him, with a torch lighting his hard, stern face.
“You’re coming with me, boy. Your mother
is worried sick about you,” the man said.
Quinn was a huge man, or at least to
his eight year old mind he was, but yet, there was gentleness to him that
reminded him of his father. He tried to resist Quinn, but he was too strong and
easily overpowered him.
“I want to see my father,” he
screamed out.
Quinn quickly covered his mouth, “Listen,
boy. Do you want us killed? Trust me when I say this, but your father is dead.
Now keep quiet and once we get you closer to home, then you can ask me more
questions,” Quinn explained.
Once Quinn safely brought him home,
he just left him. There were no answers to any of questions, especially the
ones pertaining to his father. He felt lost and hopeless, but worst of all was
the beating his received from his mother that day. He remembered how his older
sister just laughed while she watched him get punished. For days he wasn’t able
to sit down properly, but even after all that he still didn’t learn his lesson.
He would venture out into the wilderness in search for Quinn. Every once in a
while he would get lucky and find pockets of the last stand, and they would
direct him in the last known whereabouts of Quinn, but somehow Quinn was always
one step ahead of him. Years and years he searched, but all had been in vain,
just like his current quest had been in vain as well.
He was headed home now, although he
didn’t want to. Once again he felt hopeless and lost in this world that he
supposedly had a purpose to live for. He remembered as a small child that his
father told him, “Son, you’ll be the savior of mankind and so will your sister.
You both have to take care of one another. Do you understand?” he said.
Each day his father protected him
and made sure that nothing would happen to him or his sister, even their mother
felt the same, but after his father had died their mother’s hope and love had
died with him. She became angry, violent, and overly protective of them both.
Over the past few years their mother had developed a disease that was incurable,
and both he and his sister knew that it was inevitable that death would take
her soon. As he wandered closer to home he knew that she was already dead. He
could feel it deep within his bones, but there was no sadness that overcame
him, for it was as if his soul had died years ago too. He learned to cope with
great pain, sadness, and evil, for he grew up in the time of total darkness,
and the darkness was part of him.
He finally made it into the village
in which he, his sister, and their mother lived. It was one of the last known
villages of survivors left standing. Over the years the enemy had devastated
the surviving villages and now there were only a few pockets of survivors
clinging onto hope. His village consisted of about five hundred people and was
considered the largest community of survivors. They all worked together and
learned to survive and keep one another alive.
As he made his way through the
village, many individuals respected him and showed their respects, not only
towards him and who he was, but for who his parents were as well. Many of the
older survivors fought along with his parents and even some of them fought
against them in the Great War. During the war, all of humanity eventually
united for one cause. They knew who the real enemy was and knew by uniting
together would be their only chance for survival, but of course there were
differences and ignorance that got in the way, which resulted in humanities
defeat. The entire human race was almost eradicated, but men like Quinn, his
father, and his mother, refused to make that a reality and fought against the
enemy.
Monday, September 11, 2017
Another update
So I'm off today from my day job, but not from writing. I'm currently working on three projects. One being Abolition Book Three and another project of a separate genre that is currently untitled. I'm also outlining Lilly's sequel. Also, I'm working on a novella for my writers group. We are putting together an anthology of our works. We're planning to have it published and available for-sale at festivals and readings we will attend in the future. Speaking of readings, we will be at Later Alligator in Wheeling, Wv on Tuesday September 26th at 8:30. So if you're able to come out, please do. Not only will there be good food, but you'll be able to hear many of our local talented writers sharing their work.
Now I have updated you on my progress and I am working feverishly to get Abolition Book Three finished. I will keep you updated on release dates for my books and the writers anthology book as well. In the meantime check out my sample chapters I have released on my blog for Abolition Book Three and if you haven't read any of my books yet, please do, and let me know your opinion on them.
Happy reading and cheers!
Now I have updated you on my progress and I am working feverishly to get Abolition Book Three finished. I will keep you updated on release dates for my books and the writers anthology book as well. In the meantime check out my sample chapters I have released on my blog for Abolition Book Three and if you haven't read any of my books yet, please do, and let me know your opinion on them.
Happy reading and cheers!
Tuesday, August 8, 2017
New sample from Abolition Book Three
Here's another sample chapter from Abolition Book Three. Again it's only a rough draft, but please
comment. Enjoy!
Madness had stricken
the Harbinger’s group. A night of celebration followed after their victory over
the Watch and the seizing of the Valley, but quickly the celebration ended. George
feared for his life, not only with being around these men, but what he was now
witnessing. Many of the Harbinger’s men had become deathly ill. George tried to
warn him that it was the virus, but the Harbinger wanted to hear none of it.
The Harbinger had sent some of his best men in search for Cynthia, Lucky, and
Mongoose, for they never found their bodies. Marcus knew they were still alive
and gotten away. They know these lands better than any and they’ll probably
never get captured.
Many of the men had campfires built along the sandy banks
of the river. Each group was enjoying the findings from their recent plunders.
Many were getting drunk on different types of alcohol and others were taking
turns on women they had captured. The Harbinger’s men didn’t find too many
women that survived the onslaught, but the ones they did find probably wished
they had died during the battle.
Then the floating orbs came. At first George noticed them
before anybody else. Then Marcus took notice and quickly he began screaming for
men to take cover. Hours before, Marcus had come to speak with George about his
ordeal. He talked about the lights he had witnessed in the forest and how one
of those orbs entered his body and took control. George had no answer to his
questions. All George could do was think back to when Lucky was possessed and
stabbed Mongoose. There was some kind of supernatural power at work in the
world and George couldn’t believe even what his eyes were seeing right now.
The orbs were inching closer and closer towards the
Harbinger’s men and it was as if their campfires were drawing them near. Marcus
rose to his feet and screamed, “Everyone take cover and protect yourselves from
the lights. Run!”
Even the Harbinger stood and blinked for a moment and
then realized that what he was seeing was indeed real, but still he couldn’t
make sense of what it was. Quickly he ordered his men to fall back away from
the riverbank. Marcus quickly confronted his captain. “Are you mad? Don’t fall
back into the wilderness, that’s where they have come from. Tell the men to
take cover in the river,” Marcus said.
By then it was too late, most of the men had already
headed into the woods and George knew those individuals were doomed. He agreed
with Marcus about falling into the river. So quickly he gathered himself and
forced his feet to run as quickly as they could carry him. Soon enough he was
neck deep in the freezing cold water and others had quickly joined him. George
could see that Marcus and the Harbinger were some of the few that made it into
the water, and to their surprise the lights didn’t follow them, but instead
followed the men that took cover in the woods.
George,
Marcus, and the Harbinger watched in horror while the orbs began attacking the
men. The sounds of gunfire could be heard and the lights from their muzzles lit
up the woods. George knew what was happening, as did Marcus. The orbs were
entering their bodies and possessing those men, and now those men were killing
their brothers who weren’t possessed. Screams and cries filled the air; it was
sound of the Harbinger’s men being massacred.
“What do I do?” asked the Harbinger while looking at
Marcus. “There’s nothing we can do for them now, captain. We will die just the
same,” said Marcus.
“I agree with that,” said George. I’ve seen these orbs
before and firsthand I’ve seen what they can do.”
“What the fuck are they?” asked the Harbinger. “Marcus,
are these the orbs you were talking about? Are these like the ones that
attacked you and entered your body?”
Marcus was so laced with fear that he couldn’t even
speak. All he could was watch in horror as the violence continued off in the
nearby woods. Finally he answered his captain’s question. “Yes, these are the
same exact lights that attacked me, captain,” he said.
“How did you survive the ordeal with them?” the Harbinger
asked.
“I told you. I was possessed by one and led my men into
battle. You know the rest of story, captain. There was that woman who grabbed a
hold of me and an unseen force knocked me and our surrounding men down to the
ground. I blacked out for a brief moment and when I came to, I was back to my
normal self again,” Marcus explained.
George spoke out, “Yes, that woman is Cynthia. She is the
one you are looking for. There is a dark, ancient magic in that one I tell you.
It’s best that you stay far away from her,” he said. George tried to convince
Marcus and the Harbinger to give up looking for her, but he couldn’t persuade
them.
“You kidding, if we had her right now, then she would be
able to stop and destroy this madness with a snap of her fingers,” the
Harbinger yelled. “No, we must find her, and soon.”
George feared for Lucky and Cynthia, but he knew that
Tank was guarding them and keeping them safe. Hell, he knew that Tank would die
for them both most likely, just because Mongoose ordered him to protect them,
so George tried to worry about himself at the moment. He knew he needed to
somehow survive this moment in order to remain living. George definitely wished
that Cynthia was around right about now, so that she could possibly help them
from these lights. George feared Cynthia and the power she possessed, but he
was in dire need and could use a miracle.
The gunfire began to lessen and before too much longer it
had ceased altogether. Marcus noticed that only a few of their men remained
alive, but they walked around as if no intelligent life controlled their
movements. There were only about a dozen or so walking in circles and
zigzagging amongst the fires along the river shoreline.
“Are they possessed?” the Harbinger asked Marcus.
He shook his head, “Yes, it looks like they are. They
look like walking corpses,” said Marcus, but even as he said that, he knew that
they were deadly. Each one wielded a gun or a weapon of sometime kind of their
hands. They each wanted to inflict pain or death upon any human life they
encountered.
Marcus, George, the Harbinger, and a few their men still
remained in the river. The cold water was beginning to take its toll on Marcus.
If time would have gone on like that, then he would have surely died from
hypothermia, but luckily enough the possessed men wandered off into different
directions. The river shoreline was now safe, and so each man exited the water.
They stood on the sandy riverbank and debated whether or
not to go near the woods. The Harbinger was hopeful for survivors, but Marcus
and George were not. They decided to follow him and a few of his other men to
the edge of the woods. A few took torches to light their way. Once they reached
the woods, all any of them could do was stare at the site they saw. Hundreds of
dead bodies were lying about. Many were shot or disemboweled, but all were
lifeless. Blood soaked the ground and even some could be heard dripping off of nearby
leaves. It was an absolute massacre and they each felt defeated.
“How is this possible?” the Harbinger asked in disbelief.
“This was supposed to be an evening of celebration not defeat. My forces are
completely obliterated, Marcus. What do we do now?”
Even has his captain asked him that question, Marcus
remained quiet. All he could do was look at the gore before him. His eyes were
seeing it, but his mind was struggling to understand it. What’s happening to the world? He thought to himself. He then
looked over at his captain and anger began to rise within him. This is his fault. He led us into this
battle and wanted the Valley for himself. We have finally met our match. Our
days of taking over and plundering are over. Marcus thought. As much as Marcus
wanted to kill his captain right about now, he knew he couldn’t. Marcus and
George would need him more now than ever. Each man was crucial for their
survival for their existence in the cruel and hostile world that they lived in.
Sunday, June 4, 2017
Exciting times ahead
As many of you know, I'll be attending festivals this summer. Both of them are local which is great because it'll allow myself to get my name out there as a local author. I hope it'll build more networking and a local fan base as well. These past few weeks I've been working feverishly hard, looking up ideas for author tables for book signings, like how to lay out my table and what to do and what not to do kind of facts. It's all new to me though, so I'm a little nervous, but yet excited too. Also, I have ordered a big shipment of my books to sell as well. I hope you all wish me luck in my endeavors this summer and I'll make sure to keep everyone updated on how they all go and of course on how my writing is going as well. I hope to post more to my blog soon. Cheers!
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