Harsh thought +
Ego devours humility.
There are traces of his ghost,
stripped of the mask
he wove subconsciously
+ applied piece by piece.
First class man;
embraced + criticized.
The blood of an entertainer
flows through his veins.
Not his equal + it bewilders.
I wait outside my walls,
grasping for a strand of hope
+ chance of ego dying down.
Man’s greatest downfall
will always be his ego.
Dread crushed and crippled the elderly woman. The eyes piercing into her hadn’t changed over the decades; still sinister, controlling and ominous. Her nephew’s eyes held something far more frightening that she could not quite place. He smiled as he accused her of throwing him off of her trail intentionally. The words coming out of his mouth were meaningless because she knew the outcome of the situation. The phone dug into her back deeper when he stepped forward into the phone booth. She reached back and gripped the cold steel of the phone book container.
The metallic cord of the payphone was cold as it slid up her fingertips. She gripped the plastic phone, then cringed at the obvious sound of the dial tone. The dark snicker erupting from her nephew sent a chill down her spine. White hot fear coursed through her veins as he undid his belt buckle. Her fingernails bit into the palm of her hands when she swung the phone hard in the direction of his head. He caught her wrist, squeezed tightly and forced her to drop the makeshift weapon.
His eyes were filled with amusement. “Oh Aunt Gem. Did you really think that would work?”
Gem stared up in silent response.
He placed an arm against the back of the phone booth, then continued the task of removing his belt with his free hand. It made a soft, grating sound as it was pulled through the cotton loops of his dress pants. He snaked an arm around her neck, warm thick leather encased around her neck with a strange tenderness and the scent flooded her senses.
“You could have left well alone and lived.” He stroked her cheek with a cold hand.
Gem shrank away only to feel the belt’s clench tighter. The pressure increased and tingled around the secure hold. A pleasant dizziness settled in, moved up her neck and to her head. It built at her temples, blood cells sparked and gathered by her lips. Bones in her neck popped, though it was virtually painless combined with the tingling sensation sweeping and took over her senses. Gem struggled for air. The forced of the belt reached a fever pitch as she clawed at his chest in vain. She stared deep into his eyes, forgetting the little boy she’d once loved, but had felt the wickedness of even in childhood.
She realized precisely what his eyes held upon taking her last breath; remorse.
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Note, this isn’t something I’ve really cleaned up. Sort of a random drabble I’d written back in December + not being used to anything in particular. I’ll write drabbles when I need to break my block.
Dead Souls has finally found a home. I was startled + even forgot about submitting it. Turns out it’s something that might wind up doing me a lot of good, but I nearly backed out of it. I selfishly wanted to keep the piece to myself for my story collection as it is one of my best + polished up pieces. Instead it has found a home in The Grotesquerie Anthology released through Mocha Memoirs Press. It is released very soon, as in February just in time for Women In Horror Month. It falls under my rule of thumb of the place of publication being in both ebook + print copy.
Uh, yes. I’m indeed alive. Just having the daily struggles of life; financial + etc. Long story short? I might be an artist + author, but I’m definitely living the life of a struggling artist. It isn’t glamorous or fun either. There’s the happy moments, I suppose, like w/ close friends + family that brighten it all up.
Truly? Everyone else is more excited about Dead Souls finding a home. I blinked a few times + spent a few days even debating if I was going to sign the contract. I did wind up signing it in the long run.
(GIF Images: 30 Seconds to Mars, RoosterTeeth)
Part of the new missions of this year is going to one restaurant per week in Dallas. It has to be somewhere neither of us have been + cannot be a chain restaurant. In life, it should be known, Cat/Sassafras is indeed my sister. We review the restaurants in our new blog.
Check it out:
Sassafras + Cinnamon
Also, later an actual update. Something good publishing wise did happen + I did sign a contract for one of my best pieces.
Well, surprise surprise, I’ve added to my overly ambitious goals, yet again. Everyone has a list of what they like to call resolutions, while I have what I like to call goals or missions. All of them vary + I do not add silly things to these missions. It’s always things I want to do or accomplish in some way or form. Some of them might seem a bit far fetched + draw in doubters, but I do not care at all + tend to ignore those who do dare to doubt me as I know I can accomplish far more than most expect.
Last year a few of my missions were small; get published at least three times, breakout as an artist + such. All of which were accomplished.
What is this about my own publishing label? There’s a name for it already, which is official, although under wraps for the time being. Basically it will be run by a few of my best friends + myself. Becca will be helping me out w/ getting it started, Cat will help out w/ the financial niggles as I’m no good w/ numbers + Aeryn will have a huge hand as the prime editor. It’s more than likely I’m going to design the website as an entirety, but I need to get wi-fi before I can serious work on all of this. I still fully plan on working w/ Evil Girlfriend Media + Hazardous Press when it comes to publishing b/c I love both labels to pieces. I will be starting up something on Kickstarter for it, but I’m doubtful it will pick up there too much
The label will be LGBT friendly, though I won’t be dealing so much w/ the pieces on that side since that’s not really my thing, but I’m friendly towards such things. I do want to cater more towards female authors + will put a few anthologies out. There won’t be a real restriction on genres either. I will be looking for the more raw collections that aren’t seen out there. Think more like something Henry Rollins would publish. I think I might be putting Heart + Soul out on my own publication since poetry doesn’t fall into EGM or Hazardous Press. I will be designing quite a few covers on the label, unless the author has a preferred piece of artwork to use or their own work. I’m already being met w/ doubt from my parents on the idea of my own label too. Ebook format + print on demand is necessary. I will always have the option of print. The project will get off the ground as I have plenty of support.
Hazardous Press is coming out w/ a side project called Hazardous Encounters. It is officially announced so I can actually talk about it. Robert approached me a few weeks ago asking if I wanted to contribute to it + I accepted. End of All Days is in progress again, adding to it, took out the bits making it related to Cabal. It is a blessing in a way that it was rejected from the Clive Barker anthology as I felt Ophelia’s journey was far from done. I’m excited to continue on this. It will be released as a solo ebook on Amazon + Smashwords through Hazardous Encounters. Robert gave me the go ahead to create my own cover art, so I’m pretty excited for the opportunity to branch out. It is especially great since he suggested that I add it to the story collection he knows I have in progress.
And there you have it.
(GIF credits: Caroline The Vampire Diaries, Stefan The Vampire Diaries, Lana Del Rey)
When hearts rot, fuses ignite. Super geek gets the girl, a righteous preacher and his undead wife, fantastical zombies, the tantric art of zubbing, mindless hive workers, and traditional flesh eating walkers, this anthology has a bit of everything. Our twisted tales pull you into the darkest of darks, where hope is lost, and sustaining life is no simple feat. Twenty-one authors congealed romance, bombs, and zombies into stories that are diverse, witty, and occasionally gut-wrenching. Travel through time to walk in alternate histories, visit magical realms, and face down pestilence that will literally rot your insides. This collection is sure to warm your cold, dead, heart. Stories by Ken MacGregor, Patrick D’Orazio, Randy Henderson, and Kriscinda Lee Everitt, among others.
(*cough* Kris Freestone, moi)
It contains my piece From Safety to Where. I’m pretty sure I’ll start working + pondering the rest of the heroine’s fate from the short story.
And it is time to escape to get something productive done…
Can I stick to one thing? Perhaps, but I’m a restless soul who gravitates to whatever I’m most inspired by. I poked at my story collection briefly for a few days + hit roadblocks. Then I suddenly became my old impulsive self again. Something happened that caused me to sit down + vent through haiku format. I felt a hell of a lot better afterward. Also, it was a very good way to clear my mind of the debris temporarily.
It’s become a decision of what skeletons I want to drag up or other things that fascinate me. Only have touched on some topics, a lot of it is very raw + things I wouldn’t generally share. Completed the cover art, began some of the interior artwork, which will be entirely in charcoal. My friend Britt is my main beta reader, even the topic of two haiku sets for the final manuscript.
Originally planned on making Just Like Honey strictly an zombie story collection to begin w/. Plans have changed there. I think I’m only doing like a third of it set for zombie theme only. Mainly it is b/c I’ve been sifting through my partially finished stories to find that half of them weren’t remotely zombie related. Some were just starter stories, but still. Thinking after I get through w/ this story collection that I will resume work on Transmission to help w/ my zombie fix.
In other news, End of All Days is back on track. It was finished at nearly 4000 words, but it was rejected from the anthology it was intended for. I managed to change the details + locations to make it my own as a whole. Not sure of when it will be released, but I was approached w/ the offer to help start out a new branch of a publisher I’ve worked w/ in the past. I sent over my pitch for the story, received details on the project + steering ahead. It’ll have a bit more romance in it than my usual, more than likely be in the PG-13 or R rating. It’s strange having to revisit Ophelia after a few months away from her + I’m becoming reacquainted by reading what I have while editing as I go.
As if I didn’t have enough to work on, I’ve taken on working on another piece for another anthology due at the end of January 2014. It’s called Sleep When I’m Dead + a departure from my usual. Finding I push myself further + challenge myself to branch out a lot more these days. Not terribly concerned about it b/c I know if it gets rejected I can put it in my story collection.
Nose back to the grindstone. Think I’m going to further poke at Just Like Honey, End of All Days, Heart + Soul tonight. It’s going pretty well. I’m unable to really stick to one b/c once I get blocked I move onto another one to clear the prior block. Unfortunately, sitting here is causing me to have the same issue Sophia has.
Cy Twombly background. Really need to get some new writing quotes to shift around though.
(CREDITS: Married w/ Children, Lost Girl, Golden Girls)
The humans above felt fear when passing by the rocks on the edge of the beach. Arctica watched the others rise to the surface to sing their song and draw in humans. She saw the bodies pulled down through salt water drenched in dark blood and the hunters devour them with sharp teeth.
Arctica had only tasted human meat once in her life, but settled for the less violently caught fish in the sea. The blood from the other creatures in the sea made eating a meal less of a chore. Human blood in her mouth had touched a strange and savage part within Arctica. She temporarily joined the other human hunters in the siren’s call, then backed out when a man caved into the group seduction when she caught a reflection of herself in the water. The irises of her eyes were red and sharp teeth appeared to be more fierce than ever. She stared at the incoming victim, glanced at the other mermaids, then pushed herself off the damp rock.
Blood dyed the water above as the rain made small dents in the surface. It was then Arctica vowed to stick to more humane ways. The life of a siren was not for her.
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Flash fiction piece written off the cuff during Meet Your Evil Girlfriend event.