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A fake smile..I show YOu.<br /> Your shadow is on my each dream<br /> Still why my heart is so much lonely<br /> I´ve voice, I can talk and I can shout<br /> Still why silence is so much close to<br /> Me and to each heartbeats of mine,<br /> My tone´s death as my wounds pain<span class="text_exposed_show"><br /> My tears can´t explain how I´m lost<br /> I feel sorry for my heartbeats which<br /> Are became so much lifeless in love<br /> You can´t ever even guess how I´m<br /> & how much pain there´s in your love..<br /> <br /> I asked the stars...and the Godly Moon<br /> So to send the angel into my dreams once for a second..<br /> Care not they thought...<br /> You my angel...<br /> I Better bow my head to you...<br /> To recognize my desperate heart..along with it's beat...<br /> It skips every second you speak me..as a ghost..<br /> <br /> As an evil i dare not to vanish you from my sleep...<br /> So there I kept dreaming all the days .</span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01664157895015726366noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4596928411499757183.post-31226063872786040212014-04-11T13:01:00.000-07:002014-04-11T13:01:00.074-07:00I ahte me...By yadav prashanth<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I hate the fact when I get upset <br /> I look at up at the sky and ask <br /> Can you bless me her, as a present... <br /> <br /> <br /> Out from this world I´ll be there<br /> World beyond this unfair world<span class="text_exposed_show"><br /> Yes, I´ll always be in that world<br /> Where is no ideas of well doing<br /> Wrong and right is something,,<br /> Else, yes, there is a beautiful world of my dreams ..<br /> I´ll be waiting for you right there behind my dream..<br /> There, where´s a fully field of you ..smiling like flowers<br /> Where my silence will break up<br /> There my soul will live<br /> I know just there is a world of me to be with you..<br /> Where our love´ll wake & grow<br /> Right there I´ll meet you my love.....<br /> <br /> Distance it's only a day..I..a ... ask god...To give me day..<br /> To fly off to you....But....God asked me to stay...<br /> To stay...where i am ..away <br /> There in your silence I breathe...<br /> So it's your heart from now on...<br /> <br /> I hate the fact when I get upset <br /> I look at up at the sky and ask <br /> Can you bless me her, as a present... <br /> Just for a while? I miss her a lot..!!</span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01664157895015726366noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4596928411499757183.post-79220236940790749002014-04-10T19:06:00.000-07:002014-04-10T19:06:00.268-07:00I see you...by yadav prashanth<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I was searching me in the ashes.....<br /> And found me shining as gold in your Hearts every single corner <br /> As life, Vibrating breathe... <br /> I thought I was burning as fire but <br /> I look, I was, I was shining in you<br /> After losing everything I attained<br /> Myself in your eyes, in you heart<span class="text_exposed_show"><br /> I felt me in your words I´m in you.....<br /> So, shall I be in you forever...<br /> <br /> You feel me as pain <br /> But I feel you as a smile as<br /> Breaths, as yourself in yourself...<br /> <br /> I attained heaven when my fortune<br /> Turned me against all those fire...<br /> Why should I fire, when I´ve you<br /> When I know you can forget me<br /> Distance can´t make distance<br /> I will love you more then forever<br /> By touching my soul you made<br /> The distance go long away from <br /> Our reach, from our destination<br /> By falling in the abode of love...<br /> My heart received peace in love<br /> <br /> Though cannot I see you...<br /> I wait for you at every unseen moment...<br /> <br /> Forever yours<br /> SPY.</span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01664157895015726366noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4596928411499757183.post-56029572872471113842014-04-10T12:58:00.000-07:002014-04-10T12:58:00.022-07:00Present..by yadav prashanth<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Every threat shall forget it's purpose,<br /> If you are enough strong at your will<br /> To supervise the steps of ladder to superior level.<br /> Will a wish snd root it deep,<br /> Care not any applause or pause ,or any delivered hinderence,<br /> Only dream in you shall burnn for thousands of years,Glowing bright.<br /> Make a journey to peak and unique one,<br /> So that none has suffered as you did this one last time.<br /> Plot a plan ,so that enemy breached of every drop of blood.<br /> You hunger of kingship ,<br /> Make your dream come true.<br /> <br /> Isn't far the day,<br /> The day,that lanthern on street shall light your way ,<br /> In empty cimmerian way,<br /> Ploughing it's own life for you ,as a deed of honour.<br /> Isn't far the Time ,<br /> The time, that you dress fancifull to pulbish your grandeur.<br /> Shall be Granted by god.<br /> All you need to pretend uncivilized,<br /> And stand away distant enough ,from your wants,<br /> Till and untill your aim satifies..<br /> <br /> Make habituated to win,<br /> With which every second spent wise.<br /> Don't run into things you cannot afford .<br /> As the poorness ,that colour of every nation,<br /> Spreded as a disease ,from each year that world can't afford.</div>
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When you are victorious,<br /> The floods of rivers , like the out break of revolt ,<br /> That bleaches every shore pale without a single penny to spare.<br /> Will forget own name ,to flash at and stays behind,<br /> When you pass over the bridge of difficulties.<br /> By your great faith on God .<br /> <br /> Walk miles,just not to run wrong direction,<br /> Be a guard to the future missile.<br /> Nothing can be gained ,in the way without pain.<br /> The greatest example you shall never exile.<br /> </div>
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A present , a gift is a desperate desire to delight TRUTH IN YOU.<br /> There clearness is cute, rich to confuse unwantedness.</div>
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Hire a messenger ,even hug him,<br /> As he brings in some exult thoughts from other hearts for you.<br /> And reply him with caring words ,IN SUCH A WAY,<br /> So the letter is filled with concern for sorrow,<br /> Fireworks as happy moments shall be blast into up sky,in answer.<br /> As a present of festive mood and shall not lack your honesty.<br /> </div>
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Shook generous ego ,<br /> Off the shoulders upto last breathe.</div>
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A win is not on oppenent ,<br /> But on reasons led you to contend a fight.<br /> Compel puzzled selfish taste away ,<br /> To excel the joy. is the present you give to self.<br /> <br /> Every tune in us either wrong or right ,<br /> Given,shall be acceptable in hUmble.<br /> Bare this accusation strive to win, is the sole reason we born.<br /> As a bee of honey ,<br /> Cursed of theft of elixir from blossoms is not a convict.<br /> And wishfull magical present of nature .<br /> <br /> <br /> Though a lot fun ,not noted.<br /> Shall not emphasize towards unillumination of rejoice that has lived.<br /> As clear as fresh face of a self leess nomad<br /> Shall be your thoughts, dull and clear.<br /> Similar to moon's glow on a No moon Day<br /> Is the presnt to the humans, a thorne tense relief.<br /> <br /> But soon ,these little things,<br /> The times we laugh whole heartedly.<br /> Cannot be forgotten for entire life.<br /> When walked with stick not much distance but enough far ,Old.<br /> Have costed much to recall the memories of monuments built in past.<br /> Every step we pass by ,we shall see a present of past.</div>
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Does not know when this lightless morning ends,<br /> But knew for sure ,it reaches holyness and truth , after eclipse.<br /> As toes felt gloomy shade<br /> After walking in tormented way of testification in sands.<br /> An Oasis is the presnt of hope.<br /> </div>
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I am such accoustic,<br /> Similar to the showers of rain,<br /> Eager to touch the heart of coloured blossom,<br /> For the scent to attain the feel.<br /> <br /> I am such strange,<br /> Same as the unpredicted path of an arrow launched .<br /> Cannot define,unless it hit destiny.<br /> <br /> I was so foolish,<br /> Same as the root of a plant.<br /> Responsible for the glorius establishment of leaves into world.<br /> But hidden deep inside ,by covering the layer of land.</div>
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As I struggled, the entire path,<br /> I hardly forgot the times I laugh.<br /> So me memoreis ,I fuled with great empires ruled by role models.<br /> I found no time to write other lines,<br /> So I wish to stop this down.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01664157895015726366noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4596928411499757183.post-69134408227540325662014-04-10T12:57:00.000-07:002014-04-10T12:57:00.478-07:00A light..By yadav prashanth<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
A shrine amidst of devoid desert is worth a life,<br /> For the dying.<br /> Choose a shephered for heaps of memories in you .<br /> To safeguard from up rising storms.<br /> Stare at every clink of coin tossed high,<br /> Withought any temporental perceptions.<br /> Cut loose the anchors,that bind your tears with past.<br /> Row into the sea of happiness and joy ,escaping liniency of life.<br /> It is all despair causing betrayael to self.<br /> Unstow every accord,into the sea of thoughts,<br /> To defy the depth of phrases left unwritten,<br /> At which you were warned alertness.<br /> <br /> All the saples and shrubs,digest the twinkle of soil,<br /> Not just to survive but to eestablish their presence.<br /> So , you a seed sown ,to replenish,<br /> Into a very tenderly plant.<br /> You were born to see warmish shine,<br /> So you are aboard onto the surface of land to feel alive. </div>
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<span class="userContent" data-ft="{"tn":"K"}"><br /> I woke up as usual into a dream...<br /> Came the angel took me up....up in towards the dark sky..<br /> Soon as It was very high..<br /> I saw only one star.......<br /> I asked her, Why only One...star..<br /> She replied other stars haven't born...<br /> <br /> The reason I asked...?<span class="text_exposed_show"><br /> <br /> You got many questions..She smiled..<br /> <br /> I was confused....only one star?<br /> <br /> I went near up to that star and asked..<br /> Why are you alone?<br /> Waiting for the Moon....It replied.<br /> From how many days..? I asked again.<br /> From two centuries...!! It replied..<br /> <br /> I stood startled...<br /> <br /> What made the star to wait so....<br /> The shine of the moon....Angel replied..<br /> <br /> Not love ...just the shine....i laughed.<br /> You cannot wait just for shine whole your life....I said to the star..<br /> <br /> I deserve only the shine...told the star..with sorrow filled eyes<br /> <br /> And why today the Moon has not showed up...?I asked...<br /> To angel..don't know she replied..<br /> <br /> Angel was afraid because it was a no moon day...<br /> <br /> The star waited waited....and waited Just for the shine...<br /> <br /> The shine that makes itself glow brighter ,<br /> The shine that makes it happy...<br /> Just for the shine..<br /> <br /> I teared my eyes , because the star is going to break it's heart.<br /> Then The night went off...<br /> <br /> I returned to my exhausting world....<br /> <br /> And I again dreamed.....<br /> <br /> But when i woke up...there were thousands of stars in the sky..<br /> I smiled..But angel wasn't there....<br /> The star broke up Into thousands , lakhs and innumerable pieces ...<br /> So that it wanted all the shine from the moon...<br /> For it kept dying and birthing Just For The Shine...<br /> <br /> The void it left in the open space with it's death became the Black hole itself.....<br /> <br /> I looked up into the sky....clod breeze moving around...<br /> Waiting for Angel.....to take into dreams once more..<br /> But she wasn't there...Testing me...<br /> <br /> I promised my self...I shall wait not days..not years , not decades , not centuries..<br /> I will be waiting eons ..for you....<br /> I smiled at god.. <br /> your name on my hand still shines brightly angel.</span></span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01664157895015726366noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4596928411499757183.post-36675244917859435292014-04-09T12:56:00.001-07:002014-04-09T12:56:37.670-07:00The lost path..By yadav prashanth<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Did I unveil, the way to walk into my heart ?<br /> Who escorted you into enormously small world of mine..?<br /> Constraining me into bitter past..<br /> You curled my dreams ,with your fingertips.<br /> This classified calmness away from you,<br /> Addled my surroundings.<br /> To think of you and your smile is like a curse now..finding heavens.<br /> Where are you ..?<br /> Away from the sight so that,the eyes awaiting you flamed into tears.<br /> <br /> Every morning angel through this window...<br /> Flows in the air,<br /> Which cannot make to speak nothing else except you..<br /> Circling birds singing sweetness,speak of you every second,as I hear so.<br /> Waking a smile on my face,<br /> An eminent seen I could not explain.<br /> </div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">So breath taking, so terrorizing ,so inhuman....the tale that can fork your brain out of your head with it's verse inching out from your eyes at length.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span> </span></span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01664157895015726366noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4596928411499757183.post-72395618699434374362014-01-15T23:37:00.001-08:002014-01-18T10:15:47.752-08:00Review Of Tell TALE Heart..<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Reviving classics In English Literature...<br />
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As trying to make up the knew scenario...I was once again driven into the classics of 18th Century Writers. It would be prominent to say Poets. I got to Google for it, once again. But talking of the powerful writers of the prescribed period . The maddest name I heard Was Edgar Allan Poe, The powerful and Splendid as it sounds. And i happened to go through some of his Writings Everyday...it has been three nights I was With him..<br />
Today I'm going to discuss one of His so well Portrayed Antagonism...A TELL TALE HEART.<br />
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The story of a murder enclosed with drama and dilemma was a well fusion of extraordinary words that any writer must go through.<br />
It begins slowly.....Understanding the minute details of a psychopath...And not mentioning it cleverly deluding the reader and drawing him into a pair of conclusion that how soft a murder could be done...and how fascinating it could be done with the ecstatic wordplay, for the writer has without choosing a mystical or whimsical portrays. Keeping it simple and true , Critical ,yet Clear. This was Beautiful..It was really a melody of passion into a lore tail....Hat's off !!! I sat to this brilliant writer...<br />
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Judy Irwin</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">What
if nothing was the worst thing you could do?</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">For
13-year old Tim Stockdale, it's all about keeping his head down and
fitting in with the friends he's managed to make at his new school.
His older brother, Eli, is the opposite. He's trying to set up a
Gay-Straight Alliance at his high school, where he's a junior. Even
though the school board is against it, Eli’s not afraid of what the
fallout might be.</span></span></div>
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when Tim's new friends start to bully a kid they think is gay, Tim's
torn - he doesn't want to do anything to risk being cast out of the
crew. But when Eli is hurt in a protest, Tim's own failure to do
anything starts to get under his skin. Will he find his way at his
new middle school, and figure out what's really worth standing up
for?</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Tim is
out on the driveway, playing around with the basketball. So far, he's
bounced it hard off the garage door, twice, and each time his mom
sticks her head out the side door and shouts, "Keep it down!"
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">When he
bounces it off the metal garage door for the third time, he keeps an
eye on the side door, expecting his mom to pop out, really mad this
time. But nothing happens. </span>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Tim
dribbles the ball up and down the driveway, he's moving fast enough
so that he's breathing hard. Every time he comes up to the top of the
driveway, near the hoop, he takes a throw. The first four times it
goes right in, but on the fifth throw it goes really wild and bounces
off onto the lawn. </span>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">As he
jogs over to grab the ball, Tim hears the side door open. He turns to
face his mom. "Sor-ry," he drawls, with a grin. "Didn't
mean to - Mom, what is it? What's wrong?"</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Her face
is blotchy, and her nose is red. She's holding her purse in one hand,
and car keys and a tissue in the other. She brings the hand with the
tissue and keys up to her face, and rubs at her nose with the tissue.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"Tim,
it's bad. It's Eli, and it's bad," she says, wiping at her eyes.
"I have to get over to the hospital. I can't go into all the
details, I just have to go." She unlocks the car door, and
throws her purse onto the passenger seat. </span>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">"What
- what happened?" says Tim. "Is he OK?"</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Author
Judy Irwin's books are about kids dealing with everyday stuff, like
parents and divorce, friendships and bullies, and figuring out how to
handle different situations and circumstances. She lives in Toronto
with a dog, a cat, and a hamster, plus her husband and two children,
ages 11 and 14. Judy always wanted to be a writer, and wrote her
first book in fourth grade. It was about a boy named Japan, who lived
in Japan. She studied English Literature at the University of
Toronto, and some of her favorite authors are Judy Blume, Laurie
Halse Anderson, Beverly Cleary, Edward Eager and Andrew Clements, and
especially F. Scott Fitzgerald.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">'What
Did You Say?', Judy's first book, is about 12-year-old Tash. The book
takes place at a trailer park up north. 'We're Done', Judy's second
book, takes place in a middle school. It's about Luke, who first
appears in 'What Did You Say?' Tash and Jon, from the first book, are
also characters in this one. In 'What's It To You?', Judy's third
book, 13-year-old Tim Stockdale (who first appeared as Luke's
classmate in 'We're Done'), is figuring out where he fits in at
Carlyle.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">For
Judy, the middle school years are especially interesting since they
can be some of the most challenging for kids. It's a time when kids
are faced with new issues, and bigger problems, than many have
experienced before. As they figure out how they feel, and decide how
to respond, they're also figuring out who they are, and shaping the
nature of the person they will grow into.</span></span></div>
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Medium</b></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">by
Meg Benjamin</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Love
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Ray
Ramos has a problem–the King William District mansion he and his
business partner purchased for a fast renovation needs more work than
expected. Ray could use a quick infusion of cash. Enter Emma Shea,
assistant to Gabrielle DeVere, the star of American Medium. Gabrielle
is looking for San Antonio houses to use for her televised séances,
and Ray’s fixer upper seems to fit.</span></span></div>
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Gabrielle does a sample séance, Ray and Emma become the target
of a touchy ghost with no respect for boundaries. After Ray learns
his family has a special affinity for ghosts, the two decide to
investigate the haunted house. It doesn’t hurt that Emma is
immediately attracted to the laconic Ray or that Ray is intrigued by
the buttoned-down beauty who seems determined to hide her
considerable assets behind sober business suits. But can the two of
them fight off a vengeful succubus bound to the house while getting a
lot closer than either of them planned?</span></span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Join
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Ramos
gave her a piercing look, then took hold of her hand, extending his
other hand across the table to Emma.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Gabrielle’s
fingers were faintly damp, but Ramos’s were dry and hard. His
calluses rubbed against Emma’s palm. For a moment she felt
something like a mild electric shock tingle through her fingers. She
pulled her hand away, staring.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Ramos
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“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Take
his hand, Emma.” Gabrielle frowned. “We need to get on with
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Emma
extended her hand again, touching her fingers cautiously against
Ramos’s palm. Nothing. Maybe she’d imagined the whole thing.
Probably she’d imagined the whole thing.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Gabrielle
raised her head, gazing up into the dim shadows overhead. “Is there
anyone here? We call on you to come forth.”</span></div>
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from Emma, Ramos rolled his eyes. He had that sour look again. Just
hold on a little longer, and we’ll be out of your way.</span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Come
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looked at her, then shook his head slightly.</span></div>
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candles went out.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Emma’s
head shot up, and she turned toward the fireplace. There hadn’t
been any flickering, any feeling of a breeze. One moment the candles
had been burning, and now they weren’t. She gaped at Ramos, who was
gaping back at her, his forehead furrowing. Somewhere overhead a door
slammed.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">At the
head of the table, Gabrielle seemed not to notice. “Spirit forces,
we call to you,” she crooned.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Something
touched the back of Emma’s neck, a quick brush, so light she wasn’t
sure she’d felt it. Then it came again, more definite this time,
fingertips along the edge of her shoulder. She whipped her head to
the right, but she couldn’t see anything in the gathering darkness.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Ramos’s
hand jerked against hers. She turned back to him, but he was watching
Gabrielle.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">No, not
Gabrielle. Beyond Gabrielle, toward the fireplace. The mantle glowed
dimly in the twilight, as if there were lights beneath it. Then, one
by one, the votive candles thumped to the hearthstone in front of the
fireplace, bouncing lightly. Another door slammed upstairs.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><b>AUTHOR
Bio and Links:</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Meg
Benjamin is an author of contemporary romance. Her Konigsburg series
for Samhain Publishing is set in the Texas Hill Country and her Ramos
Family trilogy for Berkley InterMix is set in San Antonio’s King
William District. Meg’s books have won numerous awards, including
an EPIC Award for Contemporary Romance, a Romantic Times Reviewers’
Choice Award for Indie Press Romance, the Holt Medallion from
Virginia Romance Writers and the Beanpot Award from the New England
Romance Writers. Meg lives in Colorado with her DH and two rather
large Maine coon cats (well, partly Maine Coon anyway). Her Web site
is http://www.MegBenjamin.com and her blog is
http://megbenj1.wordpress.com/. You can follow her on Facebook
(http://www.facebook.com/meg.benjamin1), Pinterest
(http://pinterest.com/megbenjamin/), and Twitter
(http://twitter.com/megbenj1). Meg loves to hear from readers—contact
her at meg@megbenjamin.com.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Happy
Medium, the third in the Ramos Family trilogy, is available from
Amazon
(http://www.amazon.com/Happy-Medium-Intermix-Ramos-Family-ebook/dp/B00AI5APW0/ref=sr_1_2?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1387227453&sr=1-2&keywords=happy+medium)
and Barnes and Noble
(http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/happy-medium-meg-benjamin/1113916830?ean=9781101622568).</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>The
Illustrious Client</b></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">by
Sandra de Helen</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Book
Two of the Shirley Combs and Dr. Mary Watson series, THE ILLUSTRIOUS
CLIENT, shows us the private investigator and her sidekick sharing an
office, and introduces their receptionist, Lix. They are hired to
influence a young international pop star, Oceane Charles, to pry her
away from her older, richer, player of a girlfriend. The cast is made
up of people with various ethnicities and backgrounds, and of course
the job soon includes solving a murder mystery. Along the way, Mary
discovers her latent lesbianism. Set in Portland, Oregon on a
superyacht, in a hospital VIP room, at Rose Festival, and other fun
places.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Oceane
was moaning with desire and ready for more when Zaro suddenly stopped
what she was doing and sat up.</span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">What
is it?” Oceane asked.</span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Shh.”
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">There
was a sound outside the bedroom window. They both heard it this time.
Zaro jumped up, threw back the drapes, opened the window and climbed
out.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"> </span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Come
back here, you!” She was actually chasing someone.</span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Zaro,
wait! Let me call the police. See, I’m calling them now.” Oceane
was dialing 911 on her cell phone when she heard Zaro scream. She
climbed out the window, pulling at her robe with one hand, still
holding the phone in the other. Khalil came running from somewhere,
yelling “Stop her! Stop her!” </span>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"> </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Khalil
and Oceane reached Zaro at nearly the same minute. Zaro was screaming
and writhing in pain. She couldn’t tell them what had happened, but
it was clear she’d been attacked. Khalil took the phone from Oceane
and spoke with the emergency dispatcher asking for both police and an
ambulance.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"> </span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">It
looks like acid.”</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><b>AUTHOR
Bio and Links:</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Sandra
de Helen’s books as well as short stories are available at
bookstores, libraries, and online. Her poetry and plays are published
in several journals. Samples of her works are on her website
SandradeHelen.com. Even though she says she isn't a "joiner,"
de Helen is a member of the Dramatists Guild, Oregon Writers Colony,
the Golden Crown Literary Society, and International Centre for Women
Playwrights. Like her at FaceBook.com/drmarywatson, follow her on
Twitter @dehelen, and read her blog at RedCrested.com. She lives with
her cat Stanton in Portland, Oregon where they both type.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Website:
</span><span style="color: blue;"><u><a href="http://www.sandradehelen.com/"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">http://www.sandradehelen.com/</span></a></u></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Facebook:
</span><span style="color: blue;"><u><a href="https://www.facebook.com/drmarywatson"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">https://www.facebook.com/drmarywatson</span></a></u></span></div>
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Link: </span>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Amazon:
</span><span style="color: blue;"><u><a href="http://www.amazon.com/The-Illustrious-Client-Sandra-Helen/dp/0991079205"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">http://www.amazon.com/The-Illustrious-Client-Sandra-Helen/dp/0991079205</span></a></u></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>The
Recipe</b></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">by
Maisy Dee</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Craig
has pined for Emily since the fourth grade. Imagine his surprise
when, when at the start of his junior year, he discovers that she has
finally noticed him. When Emily returns to school the fall of her
junior year, she finds that her old friend Craig has transformed from
a gangly, brace-faced adolescent into a blue-eyed babe who is making
her insides tingle. </span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Craig
and Emily stir up a sweet and sexy adventure, exploring new recipes
both in and out of the kitchen. But when things heat up on New Year’s
Eve, Craig is not sure he can stand it. Is he man enough for Emily?
And what recipes have his closest friends Ryan and John been cooking
up without telling him? </span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">In
alternating points of view, Emily and Craig search for the secret
ingredients of friendship, love and intimacy. This isn’t really a
book about cooking. Recipes, however, are included.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Craig
came back to school that September looking different. Or maybe it
just seemed like it. He didn’t get much taller, or at least not
like he did a couple of years ago when he came back after a summer
growth spurt that made you wonder about those growth hormones in
milk. This time was different. OK, it’s true he had finally gotten
his braces off. The last one of our friends. But it was more than
that—he was kind of, uh, hot. And well, when he walked into Trig,
sat down next to me, smiled, and said, “Hi, Emily,” I was caught
off-guard, to say the least. I inhaled sharply, and then felt heat in
my cheeks. Shit, I thought.</span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Hey,
stranger,” I said a little too loudly, trying to recover my
equilibrium. Class began, saving my ass, but I found it hard to
concentrate. What on earth was my problem? This was Craig, the kid
who used to chase me around the play- ground during recess at Green
Acres Elementary. I remember him throwing up all over the place in
Mr. Thompson’s class in 4th grade. We shared the same group of
friends through the embarrassments of puberty, early romances, and
health class (sex, drugs, and ewww—the birth video). We hung out in
a group all the time, but had never really talked much one on one.
Craig was Craig. Nice enough, but I really never thought about him
much.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"> </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">This was
the guy who was suddenly making it hard for me to breathe?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">It was
Back to School Night, and my parents were headed to the High School.
I looked up from my book long enough to describe all my teachers. For
example: “My science teacher will be wearing black chinos pulled
waaay too high and a short-sleeved button-down with pens in the
pocket. He has Mr. McGoo glasses and a three-strand comb-over. He’s
totally weird.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">My
parents returned to tell me a) I was grounded until I brought my
grades up, and b) I had an uncanny ability to describe people. The
teenage me, stressed out from deciding who I was and what I was
supposed to do, snapped, “Yeah? Well, what job does that get me?!”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">My
mother gazed at me calmly. “You could be a writer. But for now,
you’re grounded.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">I have
never forgotten that moment. I took creative writing classes in
college and continued to read a lot, but it wasn’t until I had
children of my own that the idea for “The Recipe” came to me. My
girls are avid readers, and I spent a lot of time hanging out in the
youth room at the public library. I read a ton of current YA novels,
and reread books from my teenage years. I began to look for
contemporary stories about early sexual experiences that were as
honest and non-judgmental as Judy Blume’s Forever. I didn’t find
any, but I did find a dangerous mixed message.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">On the
one hand, overwhelming, irresistible (even paranormal) passion is
presented as the ideal romantic experience. That unrealistic
expectation, along with all the other unrealistic sexual images they
find in books, movies, cable tv, and the internet, is bound to result
disappointment in the real thing.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">On the
other hand, sexually active teen characters in books are invariably
punished with pregnancy, violence, humiliation, heartbreak, or a
sexually transmitted disease so virulent that it will not even let
you die. Yes. If our teens give in to their normal, healthy impulses,
they will surely become vampires.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">So I
decided to write a book about first love and “the first time”
that would offer my daughters one story that is a little closer to
the truth–things are bound to be less than perfect, and that’s
not the end of the world (or the beginning of life after death, no
matter what the French call it.) The process was difficult,
rewarding, and a lot of fun, and there’s a good chance my daughters
will never read it, because who wants to read a book about sex that
your mother wrote. Gross.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">I’m
currently working on my second novel, and yeah, there will be more
teens having sex in that one too.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;"><u><a href="mailto:maisy@maisydee.com"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">maisy@maisydee.com</span></a></u></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;"><u><a href="http://www.maisydee.com/"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">www.maisydee.com</span></a></u></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">@MaisyDeeRecipe
(twitter)</span></div>
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YOU</b></span></span></span></h4>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">Ron
Doade with Susan Sloate</span></span></div>
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Robby Aihn, the newest star in the self-help universe and author of
the runaway bestseller, Realizing You, now struggling with his first
taste of fame. Though his five principles for good living are
changing other people’s lives, his own life is starting to fall
apart. When Robby stages a lavish self-help conference in Dallas, he
attracts others with their own secrets: his estranged wife and
unhappy teenage daughter; the businessman pursuing his own agenda;
the all-star pitcher facing the end of his career; and the shy
co-author Robby never acknowledged, who is searching for meaning in
her own life. Join Robby and the others on their journey toward
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">Liz liked
him like this—listening to other people’s problems, thinking
about how to help them. This was the Robby whose principles in
coaching and teaching had been the basis of his bestselling book.
They were solid principles, and he’d taught them for years, and Liz
knew herself that they <i>did</i> change people’s lives.</span><span style="color: black;">The Robby
she had trouble admiring had emerged as the book shot up the
bestseller lists. Always neat and well groomed, he’d now become
fanatically clothes-conscious. He’d recently begun to order
custom-made suits and add monograms to his expensive English shirts.
While she decided how many new computers they needed for the office,
he flew to New York for fittings with the city’s most exclusive
tailor. She hired and trained new staff, and he consulted a
professional colorist and lightened his hair.</span><span style="color: black;">When Robby
solicited her opinion afterward, Liz asked, “What about the people
who were fans before, some of our biggest customers? Won’t these
flashy changes bother them?”</span></span></h4>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“You’re
not looking at the big picture,” he said patiently. “These people
are coming to me for answers. They expect to see someone who has
them.”</span></div>
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her words carefully. “And someone who has the answers
is—attractive? Youthful? Using a facelift?”</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“Stop
it.” He glared at her. “The spa people I talked to said weekly
facials were a good idea. They said it would make my skin softer and
make me seem more approachable.”</span></div>
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couldn’t think of any polite answer to that.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">The current
Robby had shown up after Marie moved out. It didn’t help that Liz
knew why. But what did his wife expect him to do, now that he
was <i>finally</i> creating a national impression?</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">It’s
difficult seeing him humbled, Liz thought. Robby had worked a long
time for success and done whatever was necessary, cheerfully and
willingly, to achieve it. Yeah, he’d gone overboard with the glitzy
success guy. It was still hard watching him hurt—not because he’d
failed, but because he’d <i>succeeded</i>, after years of
striving. And seeing him hurt over his family’s defection
upset Liz. It wasn’t right, but there was nothing she could do
about it.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Liz thought
all these things while she watched Robby stare out the window. Sad
that things hadn’t been good for him personally since the
publication of <i>Realizing You</i>.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Professionally,
things were fantastic. The book was a runaway bestseller, the website
hits had gone crazy, Robby’s online presence had gone viral. One
month after the book shot to number one, Liz arranged joint ventures,
after five years of trying, with three of the top
personal-development people in the country, all who eagerly endorsed
Robby’s work and sought <i>his</i> endorsement as well.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">They’d
taken a huge step forward. Robby’s plan, scrawled on a piece of
paper torn from a dime-store notebook, was starting to come true, in
a big way. He’d been aiming at this success for a decade, and he’d
brought in Liz five years ago to set up the structure and foundation
while he set about becoming the persona in whom people could put
their faith.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="background-color: white;">RON
DOADES is president of Ronald Doades & Company, a consulting firm
that, since 1977, has helped the people of large and mid-size energy
companies improve their individual and corporate performance results
by learning from the best-practice experiences of others. A popular
speaker on the topic of managing change for optimal results, he holds
an MBA from Columbia University and an MS in Psychology from The New
School in New York City. Visit him at</span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="background: #ffffff;"> </span></span><span style="color: blue;"><u><a href="http://www.realizingyoubook.com/"><span style="color: #996633;"><span style="background: #ffffff;">www.realizingyoubook.com</span></span></a></u></span></span><br /><span style="color: black;"><span style="background-color: white;">Author
of STEALING FIRE (#2 Amazon bestseller and Quarter-Finalist in 2012
Amazon Breakthrough Novel Award Contest), co-author of FORWARD TO
CAMELOT: 50TH ANNIVERSARY EDITION and REALIZING YOU. 2003 edition of
FORWARD TO CAMELOT, a time-travel thriller, was a finalist in 3 book
competitions: 2004 IPPY Awards, 2004 Arizona Authors Assn. Literary
Competition and 2008 Beach Read Competition. It was also a #6 Amazon
bestseller in Sci-Fi/Fantasy, optioned in 2005 by Fast Carrier
Pictures for film. Also author of 17 published young-adult books
(fiction and non-fiction, sports, biography, romance, etc), which
includes Silver Medal/2007 Children's Moonbeam Awards, for RAY
CHARLES: FIND ANOTHER WAY! from Bearport Publishing. MYSTERIES
UNWRAPPED: THE SECRETS OF ALCATRAZ (2008, Sterling Publisher) led to
author appearance on MYSTERY QUEST: ALCATRAZ, a special for The
History Channel, summer 2009. Playwright of two produced plays,
screenwriter (2 screen properties optioned), sportswriter
(major-league baseball and power volleyball). Founded and chaired the
East Cooper Authors Festival in May 2007, a program that brought
together published authors with students from primary schools through
high school outside Charleston, South Carolina in programs designed
to excite students about reading. Inaugural program reached more than
8,000 students in one day.</span></span></span></h4>
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<span style="font-family: 'Arial'; font-size: 12pt;">A member of a secret Society, Xander believes it is his place to inherit King Tut’s soul and justly rule. He knows nothing about the society’s evil plan to control the world or the curse. Now, he must deal with the female imposter who stole the amulet.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Arial'; font-size: 12pt;">Crawling ninja-style out of the sarcophagus, my black gym shoes hit the ground without a sound. But inside, a screech built up in my lungs and released on a heavy exhale, the scream so loud it sounded like an alarm. “Aiyeeeeee!”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Arial'; font-size: 12pt;">A jolt rocked my body. Pain rocketed up my spine, but I held tight to the prize. Clutching the piece in both hands, I hit the concrete floor like a football player making a catch, and kept rolling.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Arial'; font-size: 12pt;">“It’s too late.” Jeb’s voice curled like a sneer with extra hatred. “The transfer has occurred. This stupid girl is now in possession of King Tutankhamun’s soul.”</span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01664157895015726366noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4596928411499757183.post-28553028774666718372013-12-03T10:24:00.000-08:002013-12-03T10:24:17.920-08:00Guest post By Tawdra Kandle...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<br /><span style="font-family: 'Cataneo BT'; font-size: 14pt;">I was thinking not to interview any Author[ it was little difficult to get on to the new authors ,with my deadly slow net connection]. So , thought to ask them to write guest posts on my blog..Here’s</span><span style="font-family: 'Cataneo BT'; font-size: 14pt; font-weight: 600;"> Tawdra Kandle</span><span style="font-family: 'Cataneo BT'; font-size: 14pt;">… The author of </span><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'; font-size: 14pt; font-weight: 600;">fighting to forgive</span><span style="font-family: 'Cataneo BT'; font-size: 14pt;">….a best cinematic novel I’ve read so far…<br /> I actually wasn’t in a mood to give her any topics and randomly asked her to interview her self…So she came up with some funny questions…Here it goes…..</span><span style="font-family: 'Calibri Light'; font-size: 13pt;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family: 'Calibri Light'; font-size: 14pt;">When people ask me how I know so much about professional mixed martial arts fighting, I tell them about my days working as an Octagon Girl for the UFC. Okay, fine. I was never an Octagon Girl. </span>
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<span style="font-family: 'Calibri Light'; font-size: 14pt;">The truth is that my husband is a fan of MMA. When we first got married I was forced to sit in front of the television and watch grown men beat the ever-loving crap out of each other. I started asking questions, paying attention, and then it hit me. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Calibri Light'; font-size: 14pt;">These guys are deadly on their feet, and even more so on the ground. They can wrap their limbs around another human being and choke the life right out of them. They’re trained to land a punch that will shock a nerve in their opponent’s head and force the brain to shut down. Knockout! Meanwhile they have to maintain excellent cardio in order to stay breathing during all this. It’s remarkable. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Calibri Light'; font-size: 14pt;">So when I decided to write romance, I asked myself who are the roughest toughest athletes around? The answer was obvious. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Calibri Light'; font-size: 14pt;">The second question I asked myself was what on earth would possess a man to dedicate his life, his health, and his body to being beat on for a living. I was convinced that any person who would do this must have something wrong with them. I thought surely every one of them walks into that octagon all riled up emotionally, turning every opponent into their worst enemy. I loved that. It gave my characters motive, purpose. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Calibri Light'; font-size: 14pt;">But then, I read UFC Heavyweight Champion Chuck Liddell’s book, Iceman. And Ole Chuck killed my romanticized ideas of MMA. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Calibri Light'; font-size: 14pt;">Well, crap. So I take creative liberty with my writing. Although most of my characters fighting traits are based on a living, breathing MMA fighter, their emotional upheavals are strictly fictional. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Calibri Light'; font-size: 14pt;">But it begs the question… Why do MMA fighters do what they do? </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Calibri Light'; font-size: 14pt;">In the words of Chuck Liddell… “I have no idea…I’ve never been afraid to fight. In fact, I like fighting, always have…All I ever wanted to do was make a living fighting.” </span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01664157895015726366noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4596928411499757183.post-77212272862456644902013-12-03T09:59:00.000-08:002013-12-03T09:59:24.509-08:00The idea of writing a book..<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: 'Calibri Light'; font-size: 14pt;">In fact, this plays a different role , as the modern concept of proposing an idea for a reader to pick your book from a list of thousands is a great thing..as far as the theme of the book is if given importance.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Calibri Light'; font-size: 13pt;">So, be clear towards what your book has been targeted at ? Try to tell the story to more and more people to eliminate parallax errors before the story had been keyed and also be careful that when you tell a story try to tell persons who could hear it properly and judge it well…</span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01664157895015726366noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4596928411499757183.post-59517900047612551342013-12-03T07:31:00.003-08:002013-12-03T07:31:20.251-08:00Release Me Episode #2<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: 'Calibri'; font-size: 11pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: 'Cataneo Lt BT'; font-size: 36pt;">The starting..</span><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'; font-size: 36pt;">.</span><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'; font-size: 11pt;"><br /> </span><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'; font-size: 12pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'; font-size: 36pt;">"</span><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'; font-size: 12pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: 'Cataneo BT'; font-size: 36pt;">H</span><span style="font-family: 'Cataneo BT'; font-size: 12pt;">e started staring at every word ,and turning the pages fast , the sound of his breathe was able to hear </span><span style="font-family: 'Cataneo BT'; font-size: 28pt;">"</span><span style="font-family: 'Cataneo BT'; font-size: 12pt;">.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Calibri Light'; font-size: 14pt;"> But , I had to because you might be also having a family. You also like me might be working whole day and wish to go home and play with your children. Might be trying to help them in home work and teach them new things. Who will be there to warn you ? When unexpected things cloud around . Whom do you call for help ? when you are alone crying in the abyss.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Calibri Light'; font-size: 14pt;"> Stay awake and read my story....Not just to get to know. Use it as a lantern to guide you.<br /> Remember nobody comes to your aid , when you seek help , learn how to help yourselves , prepare to be destroyed or become a destroyer.. Dream again the dream if it changes the type of death you died.<br /> Stay awake and keep yourself open to learn from me , of my experiences.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Calibri Light'; font-size: 14pt;">“HELP! Please…” , I remember that cry of her and I wanted a same person to suite me in my life , the one that cry for me , when she knew I belong to her.<br /> I wanted to tell something to her , I know it from my deep heart . It was no chance for me speak , not at all . As I fell unconsciously , but I was able to see everything , just unable to respond to others . Then every one, who gathered around me decide to take me to the hospital and pulled me into the car ,there my dream ended. I was thinking<br /> I opened my eyes , a women in between 24 to 25 ears of age was sitting in front of me. She finding me conscious took her cell phone out from her hand bag , a leather black coated ,Hazel colored one . She dialed some number ,as her fingers ran over the keys , the phone spelled loud the number she dialed . It was like the announcement at the airport.<br />I realized that she was trying to call someone. She was trying to call someone ,I know ?<br /> <br /> “Is this Mrs. Amanda am I speaking to”, her firm voice broke as light as possible and she was my friend and her name is Christine Guardian . Christine was talking to the person who admitted me in the hospital. I recognized that I was weak as every part of my body was feeling heavy and as fresh wound . My head was surrounded by some wound clothing type material .<br /> But still, I was waiting for that person .This women came near to my bed, “Are you feeling okay !”, she spoke very softly as if it was her job to speak politely all the time.<br /> “What is your name ?” I asked her.<br /> “My name is Christine ,and I work in the same office you work” ,she with her eyes wide open ,said but with a smile ,i didn’t know what that was for .<br /> “You ,wait I know you ,Cristine Ford , Yes! Mrs. Receptionist. I remember you and who’s that joined me in here ?” .I said sarcastically.<br /> “ Who else will ? Your girl ,the one who loved you .She is on her way” , Christine replied ,this time keeping back to her courteous smile.</span><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'; font-size: 12pt;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: 'Cataneo Lt BT'; font-size: 36pt;">Yesterday !</span><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'; font-size: 11pt;"><br /> </span><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'; font-size: 14pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: 'Calibri Light'; font-size: 14pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: 'Calibri Light'; font-size: 24pt;">“S</span><span style="font-family: 'Calibri Light'; font-size: 14pt;">he seem to like you ,the ah..” adjusting her nose Christine continued “ her attitude ,I mean tells. You know actions speaks ,aloud than hundred dialog’s ”. She said holding the Tea cup , at the coffee bar ,which was a floor down from our cabin. We walked upstairs talking avoiding elevator. You know what , it should be written on your name ,to have someone in your life , you cannot get whatsoever the junk comes in ,just take it like, you shouldn’t do that .It’s kind of wrong thing , that leads to huge fights , for you and giggles, for your friends .<br /> And I promise I will not laugh,seriously . I know she was occupied with anger at that moment.<br /><br /> “You are right from your point of view and I’m good to stay out from the thing called Free Advice..”<br /> Nice judgment I slowly tipped the word in her ears.<br /> “Stop dreaming you freak ! You scare me with that looks .” She shouted back.<br /> We were at the coffee bar buying some tea to drink , I think . Sorry to say ,the above incident was the forced idea of mine onto my brain to dream about Amanda , the new RECEPTIONIST , came to work in place of Christine ,a month ago . As Christine was promoted to higher post . <br /> The idea was to imagine Amanda in place of Angel ,the goddess of my dreams . She did not told me anything about Amanda and I did not shouted. I just imagined it to be so . I wanted to speak to Amanda and I was desperate ,I told to Christine.<br /> “What ! Is this true ? what I just heard . Just proceed she is a perfect match for you ,which women denies you ” ,she authorized the opening of love. “This is what a friend does when you are in love”, I thought to my self.<br /> “How should I start ? ” ,I asked Christine.<br /> “Just go and ask something about work ,you are the manager here . God ! You haven’t changed from childhood ”, She putting her hands to the head grunted slowly ,bringing her jaws closer to one other.I thought Christine’s advice was not good. I wanted it straight .I went to her.<br /> “ I like you ” I said .<br /> For first time , there was no body around to gossip either , except Christine . She understood and a thank you is something I heard.<br /> “With something evil in his mind ,what a man can speak” , I understood there was a mistake. She thought I was up to something strange. I proposed her . She looked crazy .<br /> She did not spoke to me the whole day. I was frustrated . I thought , to hope for a change tomorrow.<br /> And she about to see me now ,in the hospital that too as a patient . Hoping some sympathy would work out .I was hoping again for some love like a child waiting for his parents to be taken home , after the school hours with making those little eyes larger than ever . Sometimes you know ,life will make you wait for thousands of seconds , for just a right moment and this was the right moment in my life according to me . This was the story of my angel.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Calibri'; font-size: 12pt;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: 'Cataneo Lt BT'; font-size: 36pt;">Then and After..</span><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'; font-size: 36pt;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'; font-size: 12pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'; font-size: 14pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: 'Calibri Light'; font-size: 14pt;">The sand raised ,though fierce accompanied by storm of a day , must land on something at last , no matter of the height of it’s flight . Though glooming the light of a day ,must end in the darkened shades of a night. Every coin has it’s two sides , despite chosen side the victorious. Like the truth and the falsehood ,both has place in this world and will hold their positions as long as the word of men stands.<br /> Returning to my life ,Our story is endless to say . Then we purchased a house near to our workplace . The days gave us never ending happiness and our dreams started growing more . They grew to meet our needs . We worked hard to make our future ,look more bright with us loving each other more than ever . Within a year of time , we were a couple of many things including nice cars and hot wheels to roll over everyday .<br /> Then it was the birth of Prince ,my elder daughter .I remember every moments of the day she was born . I was tensed at that time more than anything in my life , every moment is unique in ones life and everything has got it’s own importance .<br /> The days rolled very fast until Amanda gave birth to our younger daughter Nova ,the Super nova I liked to call her with. We were very busy , suiting ourselves to the fast faced trend of the world , increasing clients globally ,increased tensions sleepless nights but we were interested to work as we worked at the beginning of our carriers.<br /> Our world was so confined at that time and it was just fixing it’s boundaries without our notice.<br /> It only consisted of me ,Ana and my only two daughters , including my job. I forgot every thing , I rarely got time to visit the church and to think of my parents ,how they were.<br /> One fine day ,I was in my office , a family was waiting outside my cabin .</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Calibri Light'; font-size: 14pt;"> They were very strange in their dressing like torn ,rusted with dust , seemed almost like beggars in the streets . There was also a child with them and something dragged my attention was that child her chubby cheeks were with ash and mud . I was moved with pity . They</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Calibri Light'; font-size: 14pt;"> Were sitting their on that visitors chairs for over three hours or more . They seemed not interested in lunch either .I understood they needed something , they were after some thing. At 3 o’clock in the afternoon after I returned from the lunch ,seeing them still sitting their ,immediately I called Amanda to know what was their business of stay for so long in<br /> the bank. As far as I know no client waited in the bank this late.<br /> Amanda , rushed into my cabin , “They are in very bad situation . And they need immediate recovery of their fund that was deposited as insurance amount to the house. That floods swept off their house , all that was left was themselves and they say they are fortunate to show up here alive .Currently they do not hold a penny with them .They lost their everything in the floods , I mean everything not at least a grain to eat was left there ”.<br /> <br /> “Then that shall be granted , why late …?” I asked.<br /> <br /> “This case is hooked to a problem of original signed documents missing. Without those documents we can do nothing” , her hands expressed more helplessness than her words.<br /> “See Amanda , It’s the rules we follow ,it’s the work we do .We don’t make decisions ,we just follow the decisions that are already made, send them off . It is of no use making them wait here.”, I told ,though it was rude , I saw many such cases before in my life. I does not wanted really to upset Amanda , but she was hurt before the real persons did. <br /> <br /> “Means you cannot do any thing to help them ?” she asked again.<br /> <br /> “I nodded a no” , she went out of my cabin aggressively .<br /><br />It’s common for us , but the girl’s face I could not forget , the way she held her hungry stomach with her hand made me think once again over the case. I took it casually and started to work as usually. “ Sentiments do not make us work ” I saw the line on my worksheet it was ‘Thought of the day’.<br /> <br />Amanda wasn’t there when I was leaving home , as it became late for me working on some pending projects , I thought she might had left before me. And I went home .<br /> At the gate of my house I found those people leaving,I mean coming out of my house.<br /> Amanda giving them send off. I was riddled, what business they might be having in my house, slowing down the car before my house I watched them until they passed the last street light of the street. Went inside Amanda was sitting on the couch with our two children lonely thinking something, everything around was silent . It was not usual thing that happens in my house ,every one was quite . I hanged the car keys to one of the hooks, on the key hooking board and opened the fridge to take out a bottle of cold water in that pin drop silence scenario, a circus looked like a graveyard.<br /> <br /> “ Why everyone are silent, why are the children not sleeping ?” , I asked first.<br /> As everyday they used to sleep by this time.<br /> <br />“What happened Amanda ?” I went close to her asking that question , showing reluctance to face me she ,turned out her face. <br /> <br /> “Somebody answer me ,ridiculous this is totally crazy , what happened and why they are here ?”<br /> I ripped off my tie ,throwing the blazer on floor. Nova came to me ,<br /> <br /> “Daddy did you say ,you did not wanted to help those people who came to your office today” spoke very politely ,as she did always. I looked at Amanda , she was still angry with me ,I think so.<br /> It was for time me to calm their anger,the drama had it’s role playing since half an hour.I need to shut it off . I’m hungry I tried to turn off that topic.<br /><br />Then suddenly ,<br /> <br /> “That girl had a hole in her heart and they wanted the money for her operation ,not for themselves .They were saving it from three years to heal her scorching disease. And you just crash their hope , Send them off…<br />Vow ! I didn’t such things from you ”. I knew something was emotional there . <br /> <br /> “Then what can I do ,what if it’s a game to get the money . Haven’t you seen such cases before ?”<br /> I did not wanted to question her ,but I wish her to think technically .<br /><br /> “For you their pain looked a play ? If it is so ,Don’t you have children ,will not you run for the doctor if your daughter caught just cold. I don’t see why the other children are getting to seem different for you .However, it will not matter to consult you for help . Me and Christine wanted to help them..”<br /> <br /> “And how ?” I pinned a point.<br /><br /> “Just simple, I am off the job ” ,but it did not look simple as she told. <br /><br /> “ What do you mean off the job , V.Retirement ! don’t be foolish Amanda ..You can,t just”.<br /> <br /> “Can’t just what ? He is the father of a church ,remember if you help other ,there will be , the God to help you . And you shall work alone all the days here after Alone, you got that..”<br /> She was confident about something , may be her intention was to force me to get it done .<br /> <br />“What about Christine , how she will be doing the big helping thing..” , my patience reached peaks into sarcasm.<br /> <br />“She will take loan , a personal lone from the bank. And you will sign the security papers”. <br /> I now knew ,everything got me to perform the action and direction. Something itching in my mind , forcing me to do one thing that Amanda wanted me, to do .She knew I can do this..<br /><br />I am convinced to do because, when the person you love most in your life asks you to do something ,you should never hesitate. I realized it very late. I picked up the phone without secondary thought she saw me interestingly , I remember that eyeball . And it notices everything in the world ,which is in it’s control .To say ,it’s me, she got her spells on.<br /><br /> I called to Head office , briefing the condition they agreed to sanction the amount which will paid in my guard ,otherwise I would have to repay the entire deposited amount on their behalf . A fair deal , at the moment it looked. I said the same to my wife. She in elation made a phone call to the church ,where the family is taking shelter ,currently.<br /> She asked them to come to our house for the dinner , according to me that’s too much.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Calibri Light'; font-size: 14pt;"><br />I asked why this ? She told me , “The FATHER , is the believer of God .He believes god will help the needy and I’m doing the same. Though I’m not a God , I’ve children. My good deeds should help them on their path .It shall prevent bad eyes having their view on my children, that is what I ask father to do for our family in return. It seemed to be fine for me to “Believe in God”.<br />They came to our house , then the father spoke.<br /> “ Nothing lasts forever .What makes the humans cry is the need , not the pain remember this. Today you kept the doors of your house open for the needy ,for us to enter and was seen by Him ,the God in heaven .He shall grant you the power of wisdom and avert the loss ,if any ,your family is going to suffer . For which ,the majestic soul shall guard you, with an Angel sent on your behalf ” .<br /> I did not understood the meaning , but those words seemed really Christian . It’s good to hear those type of words for us too. I don’t know what had happened there after, I was totally ill due to the heavy work and went for sleep early that night, to welcome the next day cautiously . </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Calibri Light'; font-size: 14pt;"><br />I closed my eyes ,several times .Despite of the more work at the office, I was unable to sleep .All the thoughts were running behind the little girl ,why shall people face such difficulties ,a thought stirred in my head at first. I began to think more about such people .<br /> <br /> What used to happen to them , if the help was denied ?<br /> Why do people have to suffer ? They do suffer ,for their false deed an idea aroused. What are the false deeds , if they are so desperate to happen, what is the God doing.<br /> Letting them to happen. No, there is no one to protect , it is you whom you have to save from everything. I was thinking beyond my power of imagination and knowledge and nobody never knew, where and when this train of thoughts will halt ?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Calibri Light'; font-size: 12pt;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: 'Calibri Light'; font-size: 13pt;">Is there any world back in the sky or at depths into the Earth where only punished live ?<br /> If so do they exist , from whom they shall receive orders , whom they bow to ?<br />“ It shouldn’t be just the ladder and the snake. It should be the Lion on the field ”. And the rule should be of a Moron of Truth .<br />Closed I , my eyes feeling heavy due to the burden of watching chaos around the world skimming every second in violence .And eye brows clasped each other, as they felt cold for entering into a land , that have no pain.</span><span style="font-family: 'Calibri Light'; font-size: 12pt;"><br /> </span><span style="font-family: 'Calibri Light'; font-size: 14pt;"> <br /> Why Amanda needed to react much ,though it’s not her problem. Who are responsible for this ? Does living on the earth really meant for banishment ? For every thing in this world there must be an alternative and there is one for the Truthful people alone , where <br /> they live equally. Wait ! I know of such a place ,my daughter know that, even My mother knew that and it is Dream ,I often visit ,every one do.<br /> <br />I figured it out ,in fact I got it after traveling through thousands of thoughts . Why do not one use a dream , for which it is a weapon to hide from everything and live in a land called Truth </span><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'; font-size: 14pt;">.</span><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'; font-size: 12pt;"><br /> </span><span style="font-family: 'Cataneo Lt BT'; font-size: 12pt;"> <br /> </span><span style="font-family: 'Cataneo BT'; font-size: 13pt;"> He turned the pages enthusiastically , but finding the diary empty there after</span><span style="font-family: 'Cataneo BT'; font-size: 12pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'; font-size: 12pt;">.<br /></span><span style="font-family: 'Calibri Light'; font-size: 12pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: 'Calibri Light'; font-size: 14pt;">Beside him was sitting Amanda in the back seat of their car , while Christine was driving with his two daughters sitting beside her in the front seats . He just felt pulled out into some other world .Looking at him Amanda held his hand , like ever first time ,she whispered ,</span><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'; font-size: 12pt;"><br /> <br /> “ </span><span style="font-family: 'Cataneo BT'; font-size: 13pt;">Everything is fine . That world has been banished into dungeon.</span><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'; font-size: 12pt;"> ”<br /> </span><span style="font-family: 'Calibri Light'; font-size: 12pt;"><br /> </span><span style="font-family: 'Calibri Light'; font-size: 14pt;"> His heart found solace in the shade of his love . He smiled . A bad dream ,beautiful ending Christine broomed the silence that they were carrying from their house . They reached finally , his father’s beaming face welcomed them , at the gate.<br /> Their house was a mansion . Children were elated to see their grand parents ,for first time.<br /> Seeing his parents ,after many years he felt his world was there .Grand ma ! Both of his daughters ran towards their grand parents.<br /> Is this our house ? Asked Nova ,very deeply. Yes, my dear . Their grand father hugged the two glowing diamonds of his reign .<br /> Let’s go inside ,his mother mentioned . Every one were happy .<br /> <br /> Nova ran back to the car ,to bring her teddy bear .She pulled it ,from the seat then a bag ,full of books fell down .<br /><br />“ Mommy ! Are these books important? , I’m sorry” , Nova asked . His mother Quill,looked at Amanda .<br /> “Nothing darling ! Just some sheets of incomplete work”. As if it wasn’t her matter of business Nova along with her two sisters ran into the<br /> house.<br /> “ Children ! you cannot interpret what they do ”saying , they chuckled. Amanda has brought the books to narrate the story that happened back in their house , so that J’s parents do not blame her for their misfortune. She went up to the car and picked the diaries ,took them along with her .<br /><br />But ,suddenly she thought,<br /> “Justin told me their’s was a small house .Then how did the palace came out of nowhere ,something is wrong and I think It started again, let me make sure .”<br />Feeling hungry saying she too sped into the house ,inspecting <br />every string around , for her there is lot of story to explain..</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Calibri Light'; font-size: 14pt;"><br /> But, life is just a path of guessing . It is in our hands to choose the way, that leads us away from worries . Delusions will not leave us to sleep tight. They follow us every where conquering our time and spreading into every possible desire of hunger .</span><span style="font-family: 'Calibri Light'; font-size: 12pt;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'; font-size: 12pt;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Cataneo BT'; font-size: 24pt;">In the hospital</span><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'; font-size: 24pt;">:</span><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'; font-size: 14pt;"><br /> </span><span style="font-family: 'Calibri Light'; font-size: 14pt;">About half an hour or something ,after Christine made her call some one knocked the door ,Cristine went to the door and opened. A comforting voice came from outside that touched my ears , it was the same .</span><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'; font-size: 12pt;"><br /> “</span><span style="font-family: 'Cataneo BT'; font-size: 14pt;">Wake up you dumb beast she is here”, something from inner side of me was waking me up on hearing from Christine .</span><span style="font-family: 'Cataneo BT'; font-size: 12pt;"><br /> </span><span style="font-family: 'Calibri Light'; font-size: 14pt;"> I woke up . That was the word we used use when we needed something urgent in childhood.<br /> “How are you feeling”, a brisk of air touched my right ear .And I wasn’t dreaming this time.<br /> “Yeah, not so great . But ,okay” .<br /> “Okay ? You were almost in front of my car’s wheel and thank god ! Nothing wrong happened”, She sounded as if someone close to me , was speaking to me.<br /> “Thank you very much ,Christine .I owe you very much ,for your help.”She hugged Cristine.</span><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'; font-size: 14pt;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'; font-size: 12pt;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'; font-size: 14pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: 'Cataneo BT'; font-size: 14pt;">Both patted each other like a mother does with her child. It’s all right a friend for help .It is why God gives us with loving friends.Hats off ! , friendship . Long live ! I shouted in my heart.</span><span style="font-family: 'Cataneo BT'; font-size: 12pt;"><br /> </span><span style="font-family: 'Cataneo BT'; font-size: 14pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: 'Calibri Light'; font-size: 14pt;">“It will be all right”,saying Christine left the room sighing me not to worry ,she blinked with a smile. I knew what that meant and wanted to wave her back.But , I cannot with the saline bottle into my hand. So managed that with a smile.<br /> “See ,who will be with us when we needed help”,she sounded with concern .<br /> I said “My loved ones . And I’m not dreaming this time ,with my eyes bright open ,I witnessed her commence into my day , just before . It is my girl who comes for me ” . Receiving a smile from her .<br /> “Yes ,Mr. Name,Justine Name , whatsoever .” Saying she hided her eyes from me.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Calibri'; font-size: 14pt;"> “YOU WANTED TO DIE OR WHAT ?”,She asked.<br /> </span><span style="font-family: 'Calibri Light'; font-size: 14pt;"> Little surprised with that question, I realized she was speaking about the accident.<br /> <br /> In my head there was something else .If her intention was associated with the secondary meaning or to say , like , hinting me to say something else . My answer would be No.<br /> Who will want to die with his girl knocking him down ,for every second in love ,obviously ,who will wish such death .I kept quite without answering , I just stayed silent.<br /> “What ? ”, she asked . “Did you said something”, she confirmed from me again .</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Calibri Light'; font-size: 14pt;"> I was battling with the smile and I was unable to hide my simpers. Unknown , what happened to me .I stared at her again ,as I was unable to turn my head other side ,I does not want to look at anything except her .<br /> What this love will do towards the end to me ,I really wanted to know. As a prince awakened from the sleep to see an angel, I thought of my self.then a thought roused in my mind.<br /> I asked her to open my bag which was lying on the table beside my bed. She thought ,I was showing her my wallet to pay the bill. She told it was her fault and she will pay all the medical charges. I was about to say something … something unexpected happened .<br /> She took hand into her hands ,to which saline bottle was connected ,a slight warmish touch.<br /> “ Aww..” I jerked little painfully. Her tears , I was unable to guess what happened around that made her cry.<br /> “Stop , crying Amanda .”I pleased .These words came from my mouth instantaneously .<br /> I understood one thing at that time love isn’t an attractive thing as every one thinks , the real meaning hides somewhere and it is called Caring for one another . We were at it’s peak now.<br /> “ It wasn’t my intention , to hit you at all ”, she in a weeping voice replied.<br /> “That is why it has been referred as an accident ,you don’t see it ! ”, saying I picked my bag and opened the small box . She braced her mouth closing it with both hands ,having looked into the velvet covered tiny box. Tears drifted down like a water fall from her widened eyes. She was more beautiful than ever even while she was crying. The box was having a RING .<br /> I just lifted myself up onto the bed sitting erect . “Will you hold this hand forever …..”<br /> She nodded down like a Big Yes ! On my face..And I was in no mood to take this episode further.<br /><br /> “Thank you , you see everything has it’s destiny to meet. But you are not just my destiny ,you are the valuable gift of my life . And if I die , I wish to die in your hands .” I don’t know when I invited<br /> my tears to join the party. She kissed me on the fore head , I thank God for putting me front on that road, so that she could hit me . It might seem little greedy but she was that beautiful ,and becoming more fairer than ever day by day . I recovered With in one month of time from that day. We were in a hurry to get married …<br /> And got it done in the very next month . Nothing can stop you , when it is for the love.<br /> One thing was sure,</span><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'; font-size: 14pt;"><br /> “Yes , </span><span style="font-family: 'Cataneo BT'; font-size: 14pt;">I WANTED TO DIE BUT ONLY AFTER SHE LOVE ME</span><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'; font-size: 14pt;">”.</span><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'; font-size: 12pt;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'; font-size: 36pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: 'Cataneo Lt BT'; font-size: 36pt;">Live by dream</span><span style="font-family: 'Cataneo BT'; font-size: 36pt;">……</span><span style="font-family: 'Cataneo BT'; font-size: 24pt;"><br /> <br /> </span><span style="font-family: 'Calibri Light'; font-size: 14pt;"> “What would you say? About a dream .Is it a feeling , an emotion or an image ,expressing ideas and thoughts involuntarily , while we sleep ? ”Amanda questioned straightly to Joseph , father of Justine . A strange question one would ask, after being met so many years later . Joseph looked at Amanda ,<br /> perplexed .<br />“ Is anything wrong ? ” he asked her putting aside the coffee cup on the table and started a walk with her backside the house on the patio.<br /> Not knowing, where to start and what to say , fearing about Justin’s present condition ,she was really annoyed of everything gathering around. She wanted Joseph to answer some of her questions and explain to him what was going all around .<br />To make them understand why she chose Joseph’s house , to bring back her husband to reality ,from his dreams. Her tension was clearly seen on her face.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Calibri Light'; font-size: 14pt;"> Justin’s father, from past few years was working on the name of the god, in a church in his village ,helping people with everything he can. Since , he cannot maintain their family business alone . He sold everything , keeping the mansion to himself and decided to live until he has last breathe to spare on this Earth. Only a few workers would be coming for daily services now .<br /> He was living his life , along with his wife secure and in seclusion. She remembered this much about J’s parents ,when he used to tell her about his child hood.<br /> From those words ,she was having a little hope so that , father could understand his son , while no one believed her words .Besides all of them from whom she expected help , took a stand in a spectator window .<br /><br />“ Believe me he wasn’t being himself ,from over a past month. He scared us all ,very much. Girls were unable to sleep at night ,they are small .Those hearts are little to take all this .So ,father I decided to be here ”, She started with deep voice with no energy at all. Her bitter voice explained everything she experienced .<br /><br />“ Steady , My dear! you got me, just stay cool ” stopping on the way,he said looking into her eyes .<br /> She confirmed nodding her head up and down ,<br /> “Now listen carefully , I wanted to know what had happened everything , back in that house . I would plan something to control things. Okay ! ”.</span><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'; font-size: 14pt;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: 'Calibri Light'; font-size: 14pt;">She did not even waited for a second ,starting immediately ,<br />“He used to stay awake in the nights and whisper something in sleep , do you believe in things like that, He doing them all ? ”.<br />This showed how desperately she was waiting for such help. <br /><br />“ I don’t think Amanda . He got a strong will ” He peered at the pigeons in the sky with a great difficulty and continued , observing a change in their behavior as they were screeching differently ,<br />“That made him to live far away from us. I mean Us ,me and Quill You know how much he wishes to be with his mother all the time . To live in a dream , will not be the whole idea . There are some interactions that would have affected him very intensely .Let us take him to the church today , I think it’s been a long time he stayed away from God ”.<br /><br />The scent of the Lillie's , Golden shower tree and Ixora were so brightening the evening walk of Amanda and Joseph , around the patio of the house , which was a thick pass through the garden that possessed a large variety of flowers under the blueish clear sky.<br /><br />She thought the flowers were not brought from the real world . Yes , if not this a dream, who would bring a flowering tree that too a Golden shower tree ,all the way from Hawaii to showcase them alongside ones patio .It is almost inconsiderable and foolish too. She looked at the sky, bewildered , she anticipated and found . </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Calibri Light'; font-size: 14pt;"><br /> “ Don’t think as in real , Joseph. Everything around you is just an illusion ”.<br /> <br />YOU ARE IN YOUR SON’S dream , most probably we are in his control now” , saying this she led the way into the house seeing the clouds , Quiver in fear.<br /><br /> Thunders bolted down to the earth in the broad day light . It was sudden and alarming Amanda ,that something dreadful was going to happen .<br /> It is a sign , she understood , the dream was shaping , unexpected and early than what she thought it to be.<br />“What is this ?”, Joseph was looking at the sky from the windows of the house , he was viewing something that is unnatural and was completely in confusion ,never saw such thing happening before.<br />But inside the house it was regular , no thunders nothing , everything was all right .It means Justin was up to something .<br /><br />“ Wait , I wanted to clear something ,right now …..” Hearing the rumbling of thunders Joseph shouted at Amanda ,they were near the window waiting to see what shape the Sky is going to turn up into ,as it was already covered by darkish black-textured blue clouds. Adding to much of their surprise , a graveyard was set in the backyard .<br /><br />“Steady Joseph ,neither you nor me are real .Neither will be these grave’s .So no need to be frightened ”he looked at her ,completely fused out.<br /><br />“Wait ,wait …, wai…t .We are in my house, which is not real and is the dream of my son and he does not know he is dreaming .To say, he is .Am I right ?”<br /><br />“Yep ! Now you are proving that, you are the Father to your son Joseph”. she smiled showing her sorrow, in the face .<br /> He sat on the floor , holding his forehead with both his hands.<br /><br />“ Oh ! Christ ,what have I done, why me?”With his eyes raining the tears, he knelt before the Statue of Christ . She handed a diary over to him…taking the book into his hands he opened the very pages of it , looking into every word keenly .<br />He cried at his disability failing to look after his son ,for which his entire family was suffering then. His tears touched a page ,then that book no longer adhered to his hands. It fell out of his hands ,So his hope along with the diary has fallen, disturbing the resting dust on the floor ,that came to his aid at that unfortunate hour of despair.<br /> They were in a situation ,that nobody would ever learn of them again. Trapped in an unknown cage , they were suffocating for no known reason. They did not know why they were abandoned in this folded dream .To know why ,only Amanda can dare to reach because ,she knew his plots better than anyone did .<br /><br />“Father don’t cry , hope is the thing we need now .Let’s hope for miracle to take us back into Him ,let His hands find us and adopt us into His awesomeness , for we no need to suffer the arrogance of darkness any further .Oh Lord ! I pray you ,as your daughter, I need your shine, as I was in it’s need always….. Amen ”, Amanda tried to offer solace to the soul of Joseph ,who was lost in the unbelievable behavior of his son .<br /><br /> “ Joseph ,listen to me. We have to find him , I haven’t seen him since we landed here. Oh ! I will find him, you take rest . Don’t worry God is with us” ,saying she left the room in search of Justin. He picked up the diary and leaning on to a chair ,gaining support , he stood up .<br /><br />“I should not abandon them …”, he told to himself .<br />And began to think about it .Suddenly , he rubbed his eyes,with sleeves of his shirt , something got into his brain. An idea would help them now. <br />Hearing Amanda, calling out for Justin, he went to her .<br />“What father ? ”She asked him in low voice ,searching around for Justin.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Calibri Light'; font-size: 14pt;">He showed her the label of the diary , it said Live By Dream…<br /><br />“Amanda .. Let us think how he thinks .For some time let us be Justin I hope this book, the diary will solve that problem for us” , he was fully excited with that idea. First of all ,we need to find a place where we could read it nicely, I knew of a place.<br /><br />“This is my house girl , I will have something like that every time ” .Both smiled, thinking they discovered for themselves, something huge like a mummy in the desert.<br /><br />Joseph took her along with him to a room cornered away from every other door ,it was like prehistoric door which was having many signs ,ancient emblems carved on it ,just below the stairs ,no chance anybody would be coming that way .<br />It is safe, for experiments. She refrained from going into the door . For a second she thought , whether Joseph is being manipulated by Justin ,that scorched her head. If she does a mistake .She permanently will be having nothing that is called tomorrow in her life.<br /><br /> She knew belief is the key for everything ,so she thought to persuade into that door blindly , she wanted to be cautious also.<br /> On entering the room dusty shelves ,spider webbed walls ,stinking curtains welcomed them .It looked Sun shine was almost forfeited from entering that room.<br /><br />“ Oh ! Glorious room isn’t it ”, She exclaimed .<br /><br />“ This one is perfect to get lost ” , they looked at each other ,everything in that room was in the shade.<br />Finding some chairs to sit ,Joseph broomed them with his waist coat .<br />“ Have a seat ” , he invited Amanda to sit beside him.<br />They opened the diary ,</span><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'; font-size: 12pt;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: 'Cataneo Lt BT'; font-size: 28pt;">J</span><span style="font-family: 'Cataneo Lt BT'; font-size: 18pt;">anuary </span><span style="font-family: 'Cataneo Lt BT'; font-size: 28pt;">27th ,2013 :T</span><span style="font-family: 'Cataneo Lt BT'; font-size: 18pt;">he</span><span style="font-family: 'Cataneo Lt BT'; font-size: 28pt;"> c</span><span style="font-family: 'Cataneo Lt BT'; font-size: 18pt;">ontinuation</span><span style="font-family: 'Cataneo Lt BT'; font-size: 14pt;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'; font-size: 12pt;"><br /> </span><span style="font-family: 'Calibri Light'; font-size: 12pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: 'Calibri Light'; font-size: 14pt;">Whenever we have a crazy or wild dream ,we want to know what it means , But I wanted to dream something on my own . Because I had this crazy dream last night. That girl , with whom I haven’t spoken a word came to visit me in my office .<br /><br />That too ,without any appointment ,as if she was Amanda .I was appalled . She spoke mysteriously. She acknowledged me that it was a dream and wanted me to be her ,for once . So we switched our places for one night ,that was yesterday .<br /> <br /> I was with her parents ,in her disguise.But ,surprisingly I was wearing a trouser and a shirt , as usual as in reality , but were green in color. We were like in a small room ,a pace of medicine was scenting in there .It seemed My body was in motion, might be on some mobile vehicle .<br /><br /> I realized it as in her cold body , I was feeling the fresh air breezing outside very fast .The girls father and some people were in that room, I mean in that vehicle along with me. They were all crying , I mean her family members in front of me, I did not understood why ? It looked like someone was dead . Then ,they took me outside of that carrier , it was a car no it was not a car .I think it is a van with red color bulb buzzing on top of it and was emitting light intensely .A siren was also sounding on it.<br /><br />Then I realized.<br />It was no ordinary van ,it was a death van ,an Ambulance . That carries dead patients from the Hospital to their home .I was confused , in she dead ? Which means I was invited by her to stay in her dead body ……..<br />I woke up immediately from sleep, I was in consternation and followed by utter confusions. That dream makes no sense at all.<br />Then phone was ringing ,it was like mid night , I looked at the watch , switching the lights on , 2:34 am the tickling clock did not stopped working, it seemed unaffected though I disturbed it. Rubbing my eyes ,I looked the other side of my bed ,Amanda was sleeping quietly .Then I decided to take the call myself.<br /><br />“Hello ! ”, it said ,voice was little unclear from that side ,I thought they were in a hurry.<br />Because ,no body calls this late, at night .<br /><br />“ Is this Mrs.Name I’m speaking to ?” , a male voice spoke ,again in a hurry.<br /><br />“ Yeah , this is her house ,but see, this is no time to call ,Mr…. Whatsoever, please call in the morning”, saying I was going cut the line but suddenly, a firm voice probably of a young man I think spoke ,<br /><br />“Mr. Name , this is important , Hello ! Are you there ?” I waited a second to reply ,</span><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'; font-size: 14pt;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: 'Cataneo BT'; font-size: 14pt;">what the </span><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'; font-size: 14pt;">…,thinking I replied.<br /></span><span style="font-family: 'Calibri Light'; font-size: 14pt;">“Yeah, speak up” , this was turning strange ,because someone whoever might be calling first he asked for Amanda ,then he was willing to speak to me and finally he didn’t call me on my mobile and he ringed to the land connection ,which me or Amanda will be using only for business purpose . I realized if not something serious there could be ….<br /><br />“If I am correct , I’m speaking to the Prudential Life Insurance Company associative manager Mr. Names presently …”, the person on the phone was confirming once again. Nice tactic to make the caller get rid of the sleep ,I thought the caller must be a professional personnel or a receptionist .My guess was correct.<br /><br />“Excuse Me , it is not Names , just name ,I mean my name ”, confirming that I was conscious.<br /> <br />“I’m sorry .I’m Dr. Wright, from St.Louis children specialty Hospital . I’m speaking on behalf of a patient joined in our clinic, yesterday by …..”He paused “Mr. Name can you hang on for a second , I will check on the details ” , he spoke.<br /><br />“Take your time ”, I’ve told that to him. I was like, hit by a Cold storm , my head cooled down first ,then that coldness of fear passed right from head into every part of my body along the back bone down into the hands and legs , I knew what he was going to say.<br /><br />I ….. I knew it earlier than any one did .<br /> </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Calibri Light'; font-size: 14pt;">“Ah.., Mr. Name .The patient named Stacey Langley , whom your wife ,I suppose , had joined has expired , as mentioned earlier it stood a very critical case to handle ,this is much I could tell you now ,If you wish Sir , you could come over here tomorrow and we will hand over all the details to you . Sorry for disturbing Sir”, with regards he had cut the line. He was very happy to tell something hard, I thought .<br /> Meanwhile, I did not notice Amanda was up , wanted to explain her everything .But, something hooked me down. Doesn’t wanted her to run this night for the girl. I thought the girl wanted me to do something .She was off the bed ,while I was thinking .<br /> <br />“Wait , where are you going ? ”I asked her guessing she might have heard the conversation .Lifted the right thumb up ,she sighed as to drink some water…<br /> I watched her walk towards the fridge ,she opened the door and took out a water bottle to drink .I took a deep breathe looking at the Christ’s photo hanged on to the wall , shining in light of ZERO watt bulb.<br /><br />Did not notice her but ,in a blink of a second she was standing by my side, with mouthful of water .She raised her eye brows high , <br />might be asking why did not I sleep and really did not want to make her sad with the bad news ,so kept quiet and showed her the bed ,to go and sleep . Looking into my eyes puzzled ,she went straight for the bed and dozed off .<br /> My heart was broken that night, I received the call , what was this. I Was thinking how, Amanda would react ,as she even fought with me to get them help and now every of her effort has gone in the flow of life. Leaving me nothing except , to speculate about that.<br /> Why was Amanda so touched about them, if not this girl found me in dreams , I still used stay amused .I understood it’s of goodness and it will stand to fight everything to win it’s word .</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Calibri Light'; font-size: 14pt;">I promised that very moment, I will search every corner of this world to find this girl and the reason ,why was she taken away. As, I can hear now, she calling me in to the dream to tell me what she was doing in my body that night, on which she died . I promise to my self ,I will find me when I will be awakened.<br /> <br /> Finding no sleep , I almost took the shade of thoughts that night . Searching for answers ,why that dream was woven ,I began to think ,every inch in detail.<br />Not ,interested in work . A week past , not seemed interested in eating or sleeping either all the thoughts were around her .Now I , is a stooped wraith unable to focus my eyes , bathe myself or walk . A visible spirit ,I became then after .<br /> Amanda was very much disturbed about my situation as she started visiting the church everyday . I don’t get a thing with the people,because it is them ,not the god to change . Somehow she came to know about the girl’s death and to much of my surprise ,she did not react ,I mean she did not spoke a word about the little one . I hated that attitude in people.<br /><br />They go for credits first and after every thing is over, they forget it that’s human nature . I made my ,will strong . Nothing so , shall not happen in future . So I started to wander alone ,but not in this world , in a world where no pain shall be seen.<br /> It will scare any one, to know what I found in those thoughts . It will make you weak, the thought of a dream . Then makes you understand ,that every second is related to another ,like every person meet in a single place after death , there will also be a place where they meet unconscious, alive, even unknown people would collide there and that place responsible for impractically gained knowledge is called </span><span style="font-family: 'Cataneo BT'; font-size: 14pt;">a Dream, </span><span style="font-family: 'Calibri Light'; font-size: 14pt;">in modern terms.<br /> <br /> Quill ,wife of Joseph ,had brought two cups of coffee along with the coffee pot , which brought them back again into the world of her son . However , she did not wanted to guess what was happening.<br /><br />“ Well folks! It’s time for a break ”,she spoke in a courteous manner .<br /><br />“Thank you ! My lady , you can leave now and don’t forget to call us for dinner ,alright ?”<br /><br />He told to her , waking from his son’s portray of the dream. She stood up to take a steady breathe…</span><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'; font-size: 14pt;"><br /><br />“ </span><span style="font-family: 'Cataneo Lt BT'; font-size: 14pt;">So, it is the Start </span><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'; font-size: 14pt;">”…Both ,looked at each other.<br /></span><span style="font-family: 'Calibri Light'; font-size: 14pt;">“ We haven’t started our journey Joseph .It’s yet to begin ”she complemented his bravery.</span><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'; font-size: 14pt;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Calibri Light'; font-size: 12pt;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: 'Calibri Light'; font-size: 14pt;">I was almost in a breathe or death situation to get on to the roof of my hostel building yesterday night. But , the gate was like locked from the other side. As I forgot the fact that no body was allowed to go on to the top. I was haunted by that idea..to be on roof yesterday night…</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Calibri Light'; font-size: 14pt;">Okay !! Leave it… Quite misleading….But right..Why should one stop what he does or what he likes…?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Calibri Light'; font-size: 14pt;">This is what was happening with me when I tried to write a new line for the next scene of Open Vision( my new e book, just preparing it currently.). I was going through three to four different kinds of discussions in every book I had… and yet not gasping any concept that would be born hybrid already in my head now.<br /><br />Newspapers everyday around three types…<br />Sneaked in through the Dan Brown’s all the trio Angels and Demons, Davinci Code and The lost symbol..I didn’t even left Paulo Coelho’s The Zahir, the Alchemist and peeped through most of When the Winner stands alone…<br />An interesting thing I found was this…every writer or so a show host or an actor has their version of expressing their own story..I figured out something valuable..every writer and author has their a concept in brain …and becomes successful when they stick to the first idea where they had begin the story..Many international best sellers had proved this fact….Their own side of criticism is a side dish to their asset.Your story might be anything but, turn it interesting…..<br />Write it down….<br />Don’t forget to share this… </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Charter Bd SC ITC TT'; font-size: 24pt;">The dawn under redOrchards..<br /> </span><span style="font-family: 'Charter Bd SC ITC TT'; font-size: 18pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: 'Cataneo BT'; font-size: 18pt;">Around 150 years back ...<br />In a graveyard far from the city</span><span style="font-family: 'Cataneo BT'; font-size: 18pt; font-weight: 600;">.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Calibri Light'; font-size: 13pt;"> It seems ridiculous for me , Why should one cry on death ,for it is just a pass through of life from one form into another. They say whom wish is unfulfilled will be guided and are allowed to wander in unfamiliar human forms in this grave yard , a landscape of unknown. I didn’t knew it was true, until now. But, from this second I’ll obey that belief.<br /> <br /> Foolish people , never believe all this .They say these things are superstitions, but now they are as truth as blood and are ready to take whatsoever comes to them. Well I'm not foolish to gather around .These are nothing but true stories.I'm not a fool like everyone out their because , I not only believe in the evil ,I take part in the activities of darkness. It is not my habit .I started it again ,with my father first because he was not listening ,what I was telling to him.<br /> Oh ! did I said again , the word 'again', might be your perception .You know ,I did not learned the word 'again ' until my third standard. Better keep it a secret ,the trees around have ears to listen ,and eyes to scare the living ones. And I don't like to use it anymore .To be frank and open folks ! I hate a lot, the word ‘again’ and this grave yard.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Calibri Light'; font-size: 13pt;"> You are a clever one , Owl .The one sitting on the orchard ,peering down at both of us, me and Mom like a deadliest beast, singing for silence , a welcome tune .<br /><br /> Yes ! the deadliest beast , it frightens everyone . Like in bed time stories .But, not me this time . Because ,the blade in my hand had brightened it's shine the blood of my father .As it was foretold by the Prescient of the dark ,that the Blade glows after the rite . The prescient is our caretaker, for whom our family was carrying the jewel of honor to banish ourselves and to be the servants of unknown, as long as , this house of Edwards stands.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Calibri Light'; font-size: 13pt;"> My mother used to mention about that matter every time ,wasn't you Mom. Well , I forgot to mention about this ,she is sleeping in bed .A deep sleep will make her voice quite forever .I'm sitting right at her feet ,as she wanted it always.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Calibri Light'; font-size: 13pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: 'Calibri Light'; font-size: 13pt;">HM ......my blade ,it might had resented the coming morning and was speaking about four more boxes I guess. One for me for sure .</span><span style="font-family: 'Cataneo BT'; font-size: 13pt;"> <br /> " Don't laugh you freaks ,you behold the silence today , <br /> and that's weakening me by taking my mother away. <br /> Even if, I am guarding her with the drops of hope and<br /> with a feeling called Son ,left in me. And coming for more ,<br /> I don't hold anything more on this Earth for you to conjure <br /> just leave me, please ! " my eyes ,they spoke to the dark<br /> and was bequeathing my courage<br /> to the crouching darkness to fall over me.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Calibri Light'; font-size: 13pt;">And the savior of dark asks for more ,“ I don't hold anything more on this Earth for you to conjure just leave me, please !”.<br /> "Shh ! I just want to smile for life ,shall it rest in peace",Mom whispered her last , but few words. She lost her wits and was speaking something different as ,I did not understood the essence of that words. She spoke again,“ Who will get a chance to be his side of mother and father before they leaves the world forever”.This time, I got a sense of what she was afraid.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Calibri Light'; font-size: 13pt;"> The ravens ,that grouped on the Orchards from before an hour or more ,scattered above us. A bad sign .They might be joyful to taste some succulent blood ,after all.<br /> As if thirsty for the last time, she sighed to bring something to drink .I think the solemn death made her throat parching and sentient.<br /> I ,strangely in that grave yard found a hand pump might be connected to a well .It poured me some water ,bought from almost fine depths of this grave yard , knowing that the water might have contaminated with blood from ages.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Calibri Light'; font-size: 13pt;"> Sulkily ,I managed to bring water to my mother. But time teased me ,it was enough late and was time for my eyes to rain and the heart to do justice for the pain it felt.<br /><br /> And I had to build the whole thing again to burn her eternal body in fire. It's easy to perform rituals for dead ,being a slave of darkness myself. And a strange thing is not to bury them keeping in the box but, burn them .The box is huge and wide . <br /> Well , it might have spilled blood ,just ignore and be calm the wolves around can scent the blood. Let us call these wolves Hunters, to make ears of trees around ,a deaf one. So that ,they do not propagate a false propaganda on me , a Rightful servant of darkness on an agreement to kill . </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Calibri Light'; font-size: 11pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: 'Calibri Light'; font-size: 13pt;"> Not very far from here I think , just about eight or nine foot distance away ,corpse of my father is burning on the woods. Don't panic you filthy piece of dust , my soul praised the terror in my heart. It's no time for me to cry ,as it takes time to burn both of them in peace ,I don't want to be alone either. I know the next one to die would be me ...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Calibri Light'; font-size: 13pt;"> Then I started praying the one the carrier of purity of the Dungeon, the sublime home of sanctuary is near His feat.......<br /> Soon I spelled ,I felt detaching myself ,from the body I had living from years. I was controlling this from much time and I cannot any more .</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Calibri Light'; font-size: 13pt;"> The darkness disappeared , it has bought cover of shine all over. I think ,new morning has come to watch me dying. The shine erupted shining brightly before my eyes ,I heard the Horse .It looked white , no it was a unicorn with the horn on the face emitting brightness like Sun of galaxies, on which an Angel appeared to take me heaven ..</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Calibri Light'; font-size: 12pt;"> Later in the night when her son would return from his daily job , she doesn't wanted them to disturb him ,as he would be stressed out and how she would be knowing her thing of doing this , would make every thing change forever in the coming days.How the things change for ever and ever ..... <br /><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family: 'Cataneo Lt BT'; font-size: 36pt;"> Present day :</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: 12pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: 'Calibri Light'; font-size: 12pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: 'Calibri Light'; font-size: 18pt;">A</span><span style="font-family: 'Calibri Light'; font-size: 12pt;">s it is almost six ,everybody in his house was waiting for his arrival ,his children were sent by him the last night to their grand parents to stay away and to be unaware of what would happen with the house ,this afternoon.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Calibri Light'; font-size: 12pt;"> As he came ,he recognized the car would be of the officials,he fast swayed into the house .</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Calibri Light'; font-size: 12pt;"> "Good Evening Gentlemen ! Sorry to make you wait .There was a ,to say ,little bit of paper work left back there in the office , about the transfer ,finally I got it down ."</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Calibri Light'; font-size: 12pt;"> He gave his coat to his wife ,who was sitting on the couch with visitors . Rubbing his hands and he settled on the couch quickly to start the proceedings. Though he had smile over his face ,but it was difficult for the visitors to make out whether it was real or artificial one . </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Calibri Light'; font-size: 12pt;"> " Well ! you got the papers .I hope Amanda had explained everything to you guys", he looked at her ,she confirmed by blinking her both eyes slowly. That allowed him to take the breathe slowly into the lungs.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Calibri Light'; font-size: 12pt;"> "Yes ! everything suits our standards , but I really don't get a thing . Many people, as far as I saw ,will try to own such a property like this one . I'm no stranger. And you are trying to leave it to the bank .Why ?" a Man who wore a black tie among the two visitors , asked.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Calibri Light'; font-size: 12pt;"> Another agent ,named Jim son Root ,who put his visiting card over the tea table interrupted him , " It does not matter to us ,we are just employees and you sell the property to the bank and our job is to see you receive your money in time .Making customers happy is our prime business ,as you are aware of that. It's quite common, any body would doubt that ",he looking at his partner spoke as fast as he can leaving nothing for them to say.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Calibri Light'; font-size: 12pt;"> " So ,don't you want , to think over it again ?" the person with black tie spoke firmly to both of them looking into their eyes ,hinting to think over the matter once again.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Calibri Light'; font-size: 12pt;"> " It's a No .So you got three days to vacate the house as per the agreement . Well ! I would feel sorry to sell an awesome house so near to the city .It's your property it's your decision. Nice meeting you ,Mr. Name and you Mrs. Name ", shaking hands with the agent ,felt like shaking off the burden from the shoulders to both of them.They escorted the agents out ,to the car. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Calibri Light'; font-size: 12pt;"> " We cannot speak about it to any one ",She told to him .<br /> Need not explain the pain to any one .Nobody will understand unless they are it's victims .They will get to know unless the cold storm hit their heads , blinding everything they see and touch. He thought to himself ,staying calm to his wife's question looking at the house.</span><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'; font-size: 12pt;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: 'Cataneo Lt BT'; font-size: 36pt; font-weight: 600;"> <br /> The Next Day<br /> </span><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'; font-size: 24pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: 'Calibri Light'; font-size: 24pt;">T</span><span style="font-family: 'Calibri Light'; font-size: 12pt;">hey got everything packed ready to flee to their new home , for his children and his wife and true home the original one for him in which he grew up.<br /> Every thing was just a memory being in that house now the moments they laughed as a family , the moments their children grew up ,the moments they partied every moment reeled in front of him.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Calibri Light'; font-size: 12pt;"> He then smiled ,over the strange and malicious things that happened in that house ,he wanted to curl his memories again with his finger tips . His thoughts moved on faster , as the city roads ended like the dark erased persistently from their lives from now and ever.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Calibri Light'; font-size: 12pt;"> Happiness beamed on his face making him to look more handsome than ever. That made also her to smile and was so pearly white and perfect for that moment .She enjoyed peace in silence of the journey. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Calibri Light'; font-size: 12pt;"> My name is Jsutnime , sorry , it is </span><span style="font-family: 'Calibri Light'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic;">JUSTIN NAME </span><span style="font-family: 'Calibri Light'; font-size: 12pt;">or shortly they call me J, just as simple as it looks. I work as a transaction manager in Prudential Life Insurance Services Ltd. He opened the diary ,he wrote from the day they became the owners of that house.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Calibri Light'; font-size: 12pt;"> I have a beautiful wife and her name is Amanda Stevens before I met her and now she is called as Mrs. Amanda Name. How cool ! Isn't it . And God gifted us with two angels elder one is Prince, nine years ,six months and twenty three days . And exactly after Two years, three months, 3 days my wife gave birth to younger one Nova , better to call her Devil, now she is Seven years ,three months,20 days.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Calibri Light'; font-size: 12pt;"> I've joined both of them in a nice school,where their father studied. It means I've joined them in the school in which I've been taught to read and write.I live in my home town now with my parents happy, leaving the apartment in the city.I requested my company to transfer</span><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'; font-size: 12pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: 'Calibri Light'; font-size: 12pt;">to my village due to a reason</span><span style="font-family: 'Calibri Light'; font-size: 11pt;">.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Calibri Light'; font-size: 13pt;"> So did Am, as I call her, thinks. Ur's was a peaceful house ,with Little things between. We like it to be simple further. Normal will be good to call us , nothing specific about our life style until Amanda bought that CD ,on Prince's recent birthday to play in the party. Was not a huge one. W e kept it low cost .Only few Friends neighbors,were called including our both parents . The party went quite well indeed.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Calibri Light'; font-size: 13pt;"> Fun ,little chatting about old things , hot and brand new gossips lots of them were spoken of .Then all of a sudden , a huge music startled every one drawing their attention to dance for that beat. I to be frank does not know much about the Metallica , but I know most of the country songs ,this song which AMA was playing seemed different.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Calibri Light'; font-size: 13pt;"> " She played the music very well, she seemed to be passionate over rap songs. What was that song Amanda?"my friend Chris asked. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Calibri Light'; font-size: 13pt;"> "Hmm.... Prince Dead , metallica " ,she replied while, still with ear phones in her ears playing the same song. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Calibri Light'; font-size: 13pt;"> I asked her to come over here to a group photo ,She waved off , might be not in a good mood I thought. ''Clean it up! '' I said .She raised the thumb. It's our sign of agreement .</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Calibri Light'; font-size: 13pt;"> I really filled my belly with happiness that night . I , myself not a good drinker,to say.<br /> But , it was party , my own one and only daughter ,then has completed 7 years, how could I stay away from the beer. I drank overloaded that night and slept.</span><span style="font-family: 'Calibri Light'; font-size: 12pt;"><br /> </span><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'; font-size: 12pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: 'Cataneo BT'; font-size: 14pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: 'Cataneo BT'; font-size: 14pt; font-weight: 600;">Unknown of what would happen.....the next.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Calibri'; font-size: 12pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: 'Calibri Light'; font-size: 13pt;">The lyrics of that song was terrifying .Still I could hear them resonating in my ears loudly..echoing drastically to be exact. Cannot stop that noise any more .Had woke me up that song.I think it was almost Mid OF A Night...I was in my bed room sleeping alone .I for a second thought of Amanda ,might be she is sleeping with my princess.<br /> Then , I decided to go and join them but, before that I was feeling terribly thirsty and went to grab something to cool my parching throat. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Calibri Light'; font-size: 13pt;"> For my goodness,there was only a beer to drink. It's okay ! I thought , why I was unable to sleep ? Strange hey ! I drank too much unable to find sleep hmm.... unpredictability in life had reached the brink of the oceans to take a flight around the Earth .<br /> Quoted a line for the news reporter of CNN-IBN to use . How mysterious isn't it ? Nice try J , I told to me ,keeping the beer on the table and started washing my face. I heard Nova ,my devil running from behind, laughing aloud , while I was washing my face at the wash basin. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Calibri'; font-size: 12pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: 'Calibri Light'; font-size: 13pt;"> "Nova ! is that you ,Are you still awake ? My little devil come to daddy !!!" saying ,I turned around. She was there rubbing her eyes ." What are you doing here without sleeping?" ,saying I took her in my hands.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Calibri Light'; font-size: 13pt;"> Suddenly I heard of a car ,outside. Leaving her down on the floor ,I went near the window to look to whom the car belong.. opening the door and I went outside .<br /> "So, how was the party" a voice followed .It was James ,he is my neighbor.<br /> "Pretty well. But , what kept you so long?"I asked him.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Calibri Light'; font-size: 13pt;"> "Nothing, my car went for little repairing.You can't expect to find some stuff from the old car. I hope you had thrown a nice party , Well ! have a nice sleep buddy and Good night fella !" ,all the hardness of life was clearly can be seen on his face even in that pitch dark of night ,with a little shine of street lights following him as his shadow. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Calibri Light'; font-size: 13pt;"> ''I apologize if I disturbed you ",smilingly he replied when he was at his door and went inside the house very quickly.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Calibri Light'; font-size: 13pt;"> I almost forgot about Nova ."Nov.....",she wasn't there when I turned around thought she was following me up to the door."Nova ! where are you ?" I shouted .<br /> Did not know why I've done that ,that song was annoying me like a ravaged monkey , but that had woken somebody up for sure .Closing door ,and double checking lock ,I went inside she was drinking water ,grabbing the bottle I moved into the room.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Calibri Light'; font-size: 13pt;"> "Just not getting sleep " . </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Calibri Light'; font-size: 13pt;"> "Are you alright ,that is why I told you not to drink too much", she lifted her hands up ,to show her helplessness.<br /> Then head started feeling dizzy, "Take her into the room ,she is also in no mood to sleep " , I told.<br /> '' Who ?" ,she asked.<br /> I pointed at the fridge ,saying ''Nova ''. Believe me there was nobody at the fridge. And that door was still open from the time I pulled the beer out . Head got crushed . As I went into the room ,astonished ,I stood startled for a minute. My feet were not moving an inch, finding both of my daughters sleeping in the bed.<br /> She ,she............. was drinking water before my eyes ,and how did she got inside ! </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Calibri Light'; font-size: 13pt;"> “ Due to the rain I was unable to sleep” ,s he spoke in a way unwilling to speak about anything at all.<br /> “What ?it is not raining , I just now ,went outside .” I was totally confused to hear that it was raining. She pointed towards the door and the drops of rain adhered to the glass of the windows, were skiing all over it’s flat surface.<br /> To confirm what I saw ,I rushed towards the door And the sound of the rumbling thunder had shown me away to my bed.<br /> The next morning I woke up and went outside the house to bring the newspaper James was returning from the morning walk .He waved a hand at me and waved back in response ,Newton was</span><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'; font-size: 12pt;"> right </span><span style="font-family: 'Cataneo BT'; font-size: 13pt;">for every action there will be an equal and opposite reaction , </span><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'; font-size: 12pt;">I smiled at me.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Calibri'; font-size: 12pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: 'Calibri Light'; font-size: 14pt;">“ You seem quite energetic Jay .Though slept late at night woke up early ! suggest the catalyst of your fitness also to me” ,he jogged into his home saying this.<br /> I was unable to believe what he just spoke to me ,whom should I believe my wife or the strange man who comes late night to his home .</span></div>
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The Escape of Queen<br />......The story of Hesperus and the Spy......<br /><br /><br />Trumpets yelled <br />Commanding the fort alert of doom.<br />Sealed, freezed the smile over Kings crecent jaw.<br />Burying every suspicious court<br />Thoughts ran into phrases,<br />Into carvings on stones.<br /><br />The Lady Prince,<br />Pretty flowers blossomed joy,<br />The evening Star ,<br />The beauty hire ,<br />The Prince Hesperus , self on sail.<br />Noticing clear intention of escaped Princess<br />The Retro castle hired the SPY to chase 'Vanish'.<br /><br />Started then I,<br /> To drop the every clue off the perch.<br />And claim my fame worth the sun,moon,earth and sky.<br />Prevailing stories have been estimated<br />Echoing superstitions formulated,<br />And to trace the path I a Spy, have been approved.<br /><br />Amazingly branched scented leaves,<br />Magnificient, the colored Clouds.<br />Redded roses all Over the way,<br />Singing a welcome for <br />The Diamond walking this Way,<br />Was visible to my visualized fortune Eye Tracer.<br /><br />In hunt for it's nut,playing at feet of jungle sentinals.<br />A s a lushed squirrel I see,<br />Bluish textured fainted waters falling high ,<br />To hail at the Princes palms washing spangled <br />dirty feet, Swaying fast.<br />Speaking to buzzing bees.<br /><br /><br />A lavender portray of sunshine <br /> just sneaked through to watch,<br />The Jewel ,the Topaz. , the Pearl<br />It seems a smile of rainbow<br /> on the ornate face of blue haze Sky<br /><br /> A great song of miracle,<br />Welcoming the gazing Star to Unite...in Her self ,<br />Into the Highness.<br /> I finder of disdain, hidden paths,<br />Cannot I, Assure the finding.<br />To trace the emancify soul .<br />And mysterious disappearance is disorder all came known<br />Until now to me.<br /><br />Beyond walls of belief, <br />I not and cannot assure the way <br />That highness walked in light.<br />Her , the Phoenix alone knew<br />The stonical desire on the deceptive Journey taken.<br /><br /><br />Crossing thousands of milestones,<br />Disclosing the un - inspected path,<br />The scorpion treasure is far deliciuos than this Hunt,I say.<br />Rushing , <br />I brught the book with Ink , What shall I write ?<br />The dark that I see,<br />The pain I felt,<br />The way stroked with Rided sun bowl.<br />What shall I write Other than this ?<br /><br />But , there I see a Hope,<br /> On hearing a song of beauty,<br />Nightingale singing in it's glidy fly <br />But unknown ,from where it learned the thrust to rise high.<br /><br />She an unpainted Butter fly <br />A daughter of unknown portrait,<br />Rested I , self in shade of grave , <br />Started hallucinatng the illusions of Princess around.<br />Ceased the story a Mystery,<br />To find the feeble way of Her walk,<br />I adopted Her way for first time ,since journeyed.<br />Soon see ,The king's Princess.<br /><br />I in a hall of surprise.<br />Saw inspiring My lady , I dreamed ,<br />My soul cried !<br /><br />I walked the tempest way of the God ,to reach Princess.<br />The many shire ,in passage I slaked.<br />Tells the every stern difficulties I faced.<br />The desires Of me <br />Are finding a way to reach my heart again of lot some wealth.<br /><br />This a longest journey , <br />A realm of Four lame Years.<br />The darkness escorted me towards a silent peace.<br /><br />Identifying the mirages on the great sands.<br />A blossom bored, hiding it's presence in this new world.<br />That is a thought of highness,<br />To keep un forgotten in my heart forever.<br />As a shadow of burning leaf I flew,<br />But became just as ash for early winter flame.<br /><br />I imagined to be a bee <br /> keep buzzing around highness.<br />But seeing a bee in this real world,<br />Flying around the heart of beautifull rose.<br />I wonder why ? It just flew away.<br />Filling enough honey in it's belly.<br /><br /><br />Deserting life...<br />I recognized all she desired was Freedom<br />Hence she forfeited the solitude and seclusion.<br /><br />Enchanting.....<br />Found at the passage of truth,<br />All the beasts misted Her Highness,<br />At sunset in the moonlight,<br />A blossom bored to my tip of hope,<br />Breathing in air from highness.<br /> I was just learning to reach death<br />But some part in heart doubt,<br />Not enough to conjure the glow of her.<br />If not Highness,<br />No lady Could dare enough to rest here ,<br /> In a chilled dark.<br />If not this way ,<br />No chance the Princess chose the else Other.<br /><br />SO I ,<br />Decided to move away from her iridiscent memorized posture,<br />Stepping aside,<br />I drifted alone .<br />I thought to have a word,<br />And make my travel a worthy one of treasure.<br /><br />Enroaching into breathe,that pearl.<br />Her Highness turned into flame of dream.<br />Crouching to be freed,<br />Her Highness sparkled the smile all Over .<br />Spokes have been pierced into life's hard way,<br />Explained me the solemn reason for Great Escape.<br /><br />Then I concluded, To Highness<br />Through the clouds of feelings<br /> I confessed that<br />I got soaked in affectionate poisonous Verses of Lord King.<br />“Tell me why ?”<br />“ I couldn't get rid off the Idea to secure you in the Citadel”.<br />“If you wish I bring the hell to King”.<br /><br /><br />“Listen,<br />A Soldier of heaven ”<br />Saying this she revealed herself.<br /><br />Astonished !<br />Oh ! I see now goddess , herself g oldness sheltered in .<br />In disguise of King's Princess,<br /><br />She the Venus has landed on Earth,the Mighty One.<br />Flying feathered flamingo ,Singing over steep tone,<br />Her Highness awakened Me from humanness,headed heavenward.<br />I lost her path,<br />I shall deem for mistake ,at the King's Court.<br />All I have left is the broken path ,esteemed misery.<br />And a boon so the no creature can dream,<br />Is to have a place in her heart for next ten lives,<br />As promised in our agreement of escape<br />-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br /></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01664157895015726366noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4596928411499757183.post-43573782988194348802013-09-25T07:25:00.000-07:002013-09-25T07:25:05.479-07:00Tough LOVE<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Janessa knows she should run in the other direction when Brendan enters
her life. Her squeaky-clean upbringing is in direct opposition to his
piercings, a myriad of tattoos and the rumors that surround him. But she
doesn’t run. Love, betrayal and lies become the foundation of their
lives, but one heartbreaking confession makes Janessa question
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really is, she must choose between those who love her and the only one
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01664157895015726366noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4596928411499757183.post-39651548646370625582013-09-20T14:03:00.000-07:002013-09-20T14:03:39.792-07:00 ETERNAL BLADES, Book Three in the Sekhmet's Guardian's Series <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;"> ETERNAL BLADES, Book Three in the Sekhmet's Guardian's Series by V.S. Nelson, releasing <span class="aBn" data-term="goog_1586603390" tabindex="0"><span class="aQJ">November 2nd, 2013</span></span>.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">Tshering Snow never meant to fall
hopelessly in love with her savior, the Ancient, known as Lance, but she
did. He seems to care deeply for her, spending every available hour
with her, but will he be able to give up his past and settle down with
one woman? After all, he has the reputation of a playboy.<br /><br />Lance
hates the personification he has created around himself. Afraid the
others might not understand why; he has held back the truth from Gabriel
and the other Guardians, he has waited for the right woman, the one
Sekhmet prophesized so long ago. And now he has found her. When he is
accused of fathering a child by both Gabriel and Tshering, how can he
make them believe the child is not his, even if the boy is a spitting
imagine of him?<br /><br />After the women are attacked by Set’s Legions
while relaxing on Jennifer’s new yacht, they come to the unanimous
decision; they will train and join the Guardian forces. But that’s not
as easy as it was meant to be. Old fashioned and hard headed, Gabriel is
determined he will not having women fighting in their war.<br /><br />When
Tshering, Jennifer and Jessica are taken hostage by Set’s Legions all
hell breaks loose on the Guardian’s compound. Lost without their mates,
brother fights brother while they try save their women and put an end to
the Legion’s terror. Will Sekhmet, the goddess they serve, step in and
reveal the truth or will she leave them to find their own solutions to a
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01664157895015726366noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4596928411499757183.post-2133069359185322032013-09-19T19:21:00.004-07:002013-09-19T19:22:35.643-07:00Interview with The authors of "Hero for hire"...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="color: purple;">Well after along time ...I dragged myself into an interview . This time I felt it cool because...<br />Today we have two authors for same book..Might not be surprising but interesting.....<br /><br />I proudly announce the Author Merissa And Margaret 's New book Hero For Hire...</span><br />
<span style="color: purple;"><br />First I checked randomly...The blurb it was quite attracting...And I went in to read a bit of story...For my surprise it was a flattening story..and a good feed for readers.</span><br />
<span style="color: purple;">I was unable to get to Margaret but i came up with Merissa<br /><br />Here she welcomed me with a huge greets of morning......<br /><br />Good morning!Yadav ! Thanks for having us here today—we’re so excited about our story, and are having so much fun chatting about it. </span><br />
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<span style="color: purple;"><br /><br />You’ve got a cool cover that says “Attracting story” nicely. How much impact do you think covers and blurbs have in getting people to try a book by an unknown author?</span><br /><br />Thanks! I think covers are huge. Margaret and I were nervous about how our cover would look—our publisher has cover artists and while we had input on what we’d like to see on the cover, we weren’t involved in the design. So when we got to see what was proposed, we were ecstatic. We both loved it, and sent immediate gushing praise to the cover artist Lyrical had assigned to us. <br /><br />The blurb, we did come up with, and we’re proud of it. We wanted something that communicated the feel of the writing and the story, so that readers looking at the blurb would get what they expected in the book. <br /><br />When deciding on a book to buy, the blurb is something I look at in figuring out if it’s a book I will enjoy, and I think that a lot of readers base their decision to buy in large part on the cover and blurb. If they are well done, chances are, the story is too. <br /><br /><span style="color: #134f5c;">How did you go about uploading the book into the Kindle, Apple, B&N stores, etc.? Do you just go through the regular selfpublishing dashboards, or do you need to make an account in the other country?</span><br /><br />Happily, Lyrical Press is in charge of getting our story into all the e-book retailers. My contribution has been to obsessively check each of the stores daily to see if Hero For Hire is listed yet. <br />Kobo, I-tunes, and a couple others allow for the smaller presses to have pre-order opportunities by uploading the book and going live before release date. Others (Amazon and Barnes and Noble—I’m looking at you guys) didn’t have the book go live until right before release date. I don’t know if that’s the case across the board, or just with Hero For Hire.<br />
<br /><br /><span style="color: #134f5c;">You told that Everything on your behalf is done by Lyrical Press..About marketing then what were the process took by Lyrical Press. How did you go about uploading the book into the Kindle, Apple, B&N stores, etc.? Do you just go through the regular selfpublishing dashboards, or do you need to make an account in the other country?</span> [quite a big question ha !!!]<br /><br /><br />Happily, Lyrical Press is in charge of getting our story into all the e-book retailers. My contribution has been to obsessively check each of the stores daily to see if Hero For Hire is listed yet.<br />
<span style="color: #134f5c;">With a smile....<br /><br />.</span>Kobo, I-tunes, and a couple others allow for the smaller presses to have pre-order opportunities by uploading the book and going live before release date. Others (Amazon and Barnes and Noble—I’m looking at you guys) didn’t have the book go live until right before release date. I don’t know if that’s the case across the board, or just with Hero For Hire. <br /><br /><span style="color: #134f5c;">I see you tweeting book quotations and other such teasers often on Twitter. Can you talk about how social media has played a role in your sales success?</span><br /><br />Sure, I’d love to talk about this! This is a first book for both Margaret and I. We don’t already have a fan base, and so we are starting from the beginning with Hero For Hire. Lyrical Pres has given us our own line (Tales from Beyond the End) and we have more books in the works for that line of stories, set in the same world. The reason I’m going on about all that, is because we’re really invested in this line of stories, and Lyrical Press is invested with us. We all want the readers to love Hero For Hire as much as we do. Problem is, none of them have any idea who we are, or what Hero For Hire is. <br /><br />Social Media to the rescue! You bloggers have been awesome in helping get the word out there about Hero For Hire, as have all our Face Book friends, and our Twitter followers. There’s an amazing community of readers out there, who, when they find a story they love, spread the word like rock stars. To all of them, we say Thank you. You guys are amazing. Awesome. And we adore you all. <br /><br /><span style="color: #134f5c;">What are you planning next, and where can people {your readers of our blog} find out more?</span><br /><br />As I already mentioned, Lyrical has given us our own category, Tales From Beyond the End. Those stories are all set in the same world you read about in Hero For Hire. <br /><br />In addition, we are working on a line of Contemporary Romances, set in the MMA world, and while we can’t make an announcement on that yet, there will be an announcement soon. I love hearing from readers. So please know, you have an open invitation to email, comment, tweet and facebook me. If you decide to take me up on that, here’s where you guys can find me.<br /><br />I have a website of my own: www.merissamccain.com, one I share with Margaret: www.bestbooksintheworld.com, and I’m all over social media at<br /><br />http://www.facebook.com/MerissaMcCain and <br />http://twitter.com/<br /><br />MerissaMcCain. My email is merissa.mccain@gmail.com.<br /><br />If you are looking for Margaret, you can find her at www.bestbooksintheworld.com, <br /><br />on facebook at https://www.facebook.com/mmadiganauthor,<br /> on Twitter at @mmadiganauthor.<br /><br /><span style="color: #134f5c;">I’m always hoping to find new advertising venues that actually work out (i.e. authors make as much from sales as they paid for the ad). Did you do any advertising or has this all been word of mouth?</span><br /><br />I did a bit of FaceBook advertising, and have a Goodreads campaign scheduled. With each, I’m looking more for name recognition than actual sales, because if a reader has seen your name around multiple times, they’re more likely to pick up your book at some point. But I think most sales are generated by awesome reviews, and word of mouth—people telling their friends to pick something up because they’ll enjoy it. My hope is that readers will feel strongly enough about Hero For Hire that they will recommend it to their friends and followers. <br /><br /><span style="color: #134f5c;">You chose a price tag instead of $0.99 that many indies start out with. Why the higher price and do you think it’s had an impact on sales?</span><br /><br /> You asked about our price tag—<br /><br />Lyrical Press is a smaller press and they are publishing this story under their Ever After line. They set the price tag, and they do it by word count, I believe. All of their stories follow the same pricing by word count structure.<br /><br />I love that indies are able to sell stories at the .99 cent price point, but we really felt this story could get the best coverage and editing for Hero For Hire if we went through a reliable small press. I suppose the cost to that is that the price point is higher, but I’d do it again because I think Lyrical has done well by Hero For Hire.<br /><br />With regard to sales—we’re just starting out, so it’s hard to say. But I really hope readers will take a chance and pick Hero For Hire up. I think the price tag is not as much a chilling factor to buying the book (after all, it’s priced at less than the cost of a single cup of coffee most places). I think the cost people worry most about is time. No one wants to put time into a story they won’t enjoy. My hope is that reviews and word of mouth will help readers decide that Hero for Hire is a book they’d like to read. <br />blurb. If they are well done, chances are, the story is too.<br /><span style="color: #134f5c;"> </span><br />
<span style="color: #134f5c;">Hoping that your Book takes a flight.....Feel free .It will be great book of this year for you...Hoping many books from your side....</span>.<span style="color: #134f5c;">Anything remained to tell our readres about us..?</span><br /><br /><br />Thanks so much for having us. These were awesome questions, and got me thinking about things I hadn’t really considered in depth before. I love talking about Hero For Hire, and I really appreciate you <br /><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #134f5c;">Yadav Prashanth</span> </span>giving me the chance to indulge in that. <br />
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