Free E-book: Eliminate the Killing

Eliminate The Killing

Dear reader, It will not happen every day that a writer makes his work available to others for free. Nevertheless, this is such a moment. I would like to share with you my thriller on the illegal organ trade. Did you know that experts estimate that more than ten percent of all organ transplants are being illegally performed nowadays?  Short su...

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THE RIGHT VOICE OF THE NOVEL

While swimming or walking Caesarian on the shores off Coney Island, I am reminded that less than a year ago, my precious ocean overturned, and we were greeted by the fish and the mud, and the debris of other shores. When my beautiful granddaughter, Aria, was born and my second son married this past August, I thought about completeness. I thought GH...

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A GHOST FOR GINGER LEE

I'm going to throw this out to my audience knowing this is only the beginning of the last narrative in my GHOST RUNNERS series. Let me know if you like it, or just let it be.  It's going out free from me. Now, if a publisher or agent wants to make whoppee with me, that's another story.  But first draft promise is to my audience here."Each...

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Verbal Penetration by Jessica Holter - Book Review

Verbal Penetration

A book about exploring black male and female sexuality. These poets in this book take you on a journey of eroticism. I got the book because it came on HBO a long time ago, and was intrigued to read more. If she still does these shows, I, for one, have put them on my bucket list to go and see.  This book has not just poetry but stories in it as...

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Interview with Author Luna Charles - Author of the Books We Read

Author Luna Charles

Interviews with self-published authors about the challenges of publishing in today's market About The Author Author Luna Charles in her own words… I am a self-published author, Certified Life Coach, and the Director of Hardcastle Enterprises Corp., a business I created to help people realize their full potential. My first novel,  Men Are ...

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Interview with Anthony Pathfinder - Author of the Books We Read

Author Anthony Pathfinder

Interview with Anthony Pathfinder about the challenges of publishing in today's market About The Author Anthony Pathfinder was born in Kingston, Jamaica, and moved to the United States as a child. A voracious reader, his love of reading subsequently led to his writing a selection of short stories as a teenager. He has published seven novels. He doe...

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Interview with Vic Fortezza - Author of the Books We Read

Author Vic Fortezza

Interview with Vic Fortezza about the challenges of publishing in today's market Vic Fortezza was born in Brooklyn in 1950 to Sicilian immigrants. He has had more than 50 short stories published worldwide. He has five books in print: novels Close to the Edge, Adjustments, Killing, Exchanges, and the story collection A Hitch in Twilight. He was empl...

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Your Comfort Zone Could Be The Death of You

“If you really want to know yourself, start writing a book”

_Theodore Roosevelt_

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I've joined Wattpad

I've recently joined Wattpad and posted the first chapter of my Chick Lit novel 'After He Left.'

http://www.wattpad.com/story/40509263-after-he-left

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The Flame Before Us – this week

This week sees the release of  in Kindle and softcover versions – preorder is available now and delivery will be shortly after.

I have already posted various snippets from the story, so today I thought I would bring these together into the four strands which make up the whole.

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Angels & Arrows by Reyna Hawk.... based on true events

Synopsis:

Maria Ridge was born having gifts that allowed her to see and speak to the spirit world. As she aged these gifts became more of a curse than a blessing. At 18 she escaped the taunting from not only the town but also from her family to embark on a journey that leads her to discover others like herself, secrets to her past, and the reality of her gifts. With the help of her new friend, Allie, Maria feels she finally found her place in this world. The destined meeting of Ash awakens the two girls to the fine veil between this world and the next. Can Maria survive the haunting evil that threatens her?

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The Elevator Scene - Chapter 2 of REVIVAL by M.K. Gilher

I hear a weird creaking noise and the lights flicker. I'm jostled about before the elevator jerks to a halt in mid-flight and the lights go out. My fellow elevator patrons gasp and grumble. Random lights appear as people pull out their cellphones. In the commotion of the crowded elevator, I'm heaved back onto my Italian-shoed stranger even more. I feel strong hands wrap around my hips. I'm so close I can feel his chest rising and falling on my back.

Oh. Sweet. Jesus.

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How have you fallen O Lucifer....

Mephistôpheles pointed at the planet below them. "We've traveled the world in vehicles just like this since the beginning. We have many disciples of other cultures and races that you cannot fracking imagine; they've built wondrous monuments to us and landing fields to worship our magnificence. Many are primitive and we wonder them with our presence; but to you and only you, god give this whole earth to – to subdue them and all those that draw fracking breath.

"We've never been interested in revealing ourselves to the naive until our god rules the battlefield called earth de facto. Though many have seen us traveling their skies, they'll never discern the truth of us – this is the greatest secret you must keep by any means necessary. They must never know who we really are – ever.

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Word of Encouragement - All Is Well

FROM SHH! GOD IS TRYING TO TELL YOU SOMETHING

 

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Get Started On Your Dream

FROM  "SHH! GOD IS TRYING TO TELL YOU SOMETHING"

 

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JUST WHAT THE GREAT PHYSICIAN ORDERED

"I had been in somewhat of a spiritual slump when I was asked to review Shh...God's Trying to Tell You Something: Speak Lord, I'm Listening, the new devotional journal by Christian author Shearon Hurst. Well, it was just what the Great Physician ordered to heal me from the blues and rekindle my passion to perform God's work and will.

In a voice that is divinely inspired, Shearon writes a daily love letter from God, cites spot-on Scriptures, and then leaves room for readers to write how they can become better obedient to His word and thereby receive the blessings that were designed just for them.

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Open the eyes of my heart Lord...

On the massive Throne Podium high above the fishbowl universe, Yahaveh looked upon Mariah sadly before he fell to his face before the Thrones; the Son of God gestured him to stand. And three and a half miles below the Throne Podium, hundreds of millions of the Martyred by the Blood waited in depressive expectation.

With tears streaming Mariah looked into The One's red eyes, sputtering on the words. “O Lord, I bring to your remembrance when all the morning stars sang with joy. Though we're stupid compared to your infinite wisdom, incline your ear to our supplications and forgive us for asking repeatedly; but tell us again, how long my Lord?

“How long will you permit your enemy dominion over those who love you? How long will they be beasts of burden, cattle, fleeced, and ridden into the dusts of death by those that absolutely hate you? How long will you allow this scalding wickedness in your face while blatantly letting our tears be disparaged, unavenged, and always ignored? How long will you let them turn your glory into shame? And how much longer must we witness the madness and blood, and see our brothers suffer blast furnace tortured without reprieve, for supposed righteousness' sake?

“And though righteousness seems an eternity in coming, we're still incapable of calling your abeyance unsound no matter how deep it wounds. With the tears and trembling hearts, we beg you Lord to end the insufferable unimaginable injustice below us. How can anyone be happy in this Heaven when our brothers are slaughtered day and night in our very faces? Bestow your favor upon your children and forget not your suffering servants, who ask for vengeance on the Synagogue of Satan that absolutely hates you, our brothers, and us…”

David shifted uncomfortably warring to align himself to holiness and The One's will. He struggled to remind himself that he was third in Command; spoke for The One, lived for The One, and was Heaven's highest Subaltern High Priest – The Light, and he fought mightily against the ‘somehow Mariah made plenty sense’. He failed.

“…Destroy the stinking Kenites now, that foolish nation who wars stupid, gallivanting the whole earth, broadcasting nauseous evil and beating down everyone who loves you! Your addictive soap opera called the fishbowl universe causes unending depressions and sadness, making the past brotherhood we once had a wisp, some meaningless memory, an unsearchable functionally unremembered that's rewarded with nothing but intolerable agony!

“If you won't consider our brokenness, please consider your precious Earth Father – the only planet not named for pagan's sake, still wearing the holy designation you bestowed when it was our Heaven so long ago. We know you love her, for you’ve proclaimed our Earth will never pass away. Reclaim the planet you gave to our greatest enemy and end this horrific nightmare, in Jesus the Exalted One's name we humbly ask...”

The three sitting on the Thrones trembled under the righteous onslaught; tears cascaded as bellows of black depression washed over they who were The One. Realizing there was no comfort, no reprieve, no time out, no consolation, no answer or action that'd bring closure to the nuclear evil that crushed millions of hearts viciously; the Lord of Hosts choked back a sob as he struggled trembling.

The Zoon vibrated mournful diapason as Mariah continued undaunted, the gold flooring before him wet with tears. “I know you're absolutely sick of us constantly in your face; but we have no recourse but to ask again and one more time. Eradicate the evil rebellious from our Heaven and destroy the Synagogue of Satan off the earth, because they're not like us, like me and you, and do not treasure brotherhood, love, or venerate you – and are constantly defecating on your holy names and everything you love.”

Mariah choked hard, backgrounded by hundreds of millions roaring repeatedly in concordance, How long Lord?

“...We strive to mediate on your infinite goodness only, but we swelter under the blackest blasphemy, ruminating on Lucifer day and night, obsessively hating his unholy guts instead of venerating the glorious how you love us. Open the eyes of our hearts Lord so we can see your glory again, for we are blind to everything but the scalding evil below us. And we stand imperfect against you for we cannot change ourselves in this one matter, though in your grace you've counted us perfect by giving us eternal life.

“But we say we’re flawed and not worthy! With ten billion tears, we've sought relief from the scalding evil below us that makes your grandness, holiness, and beauty moot and insignificant. And that's not right Lord, because we proudly wear your name in our very souls!”

Mariah fell to his knees lifting his hands dramatically to the Thrones, as the mournful weeping continued escalating nuclear, shaking the foundations of The Great House of The One.
“All creation is the mountain of the Lord; you're the God of Jacob, Abraham, and us: the judge destined to rebuke blinding stupidity. We know all souls shall beat their swords into plowshares and spears into pruning hooks, and no nation shall ever lift sword against nation – and neither shall they learn war anymore.”

Vibrating under the onslaught of the roaring wails, The One wiped the hottest tears as the Zoon knelt giving brilliant respect.

“Forgive me Sire for our disrespect, for we know your ways are higher than ours, as the heavens are above the earth below us. But waiting for righteousness has become a punishing verisimilitude that causes us to constantly adjust our expectations - to the evil that grows exponentially without abatement below us. Slay the wicked now, end the bondage of corruption and offer comfort to your suffering children, for the unrepentant have drunk the cup damnation willingly with eyes wide open! Avenge my murder and the hundreds of millions like me who were slain tortured for your love, fidelity, and the soldiering hard for your immeasurable beauty...”

Mariah fell crushed in front of the Thrones literally drowning in tears, convulsing in misery and sorrow, as the thunderous escalating thunder of millions on the verge of insanity continued unabated below him. Overcome with uncontrollable emotion, David lowered his head as the hottest tears rained through his quivering hands, falling copiously onto his robe of light.

Many slow seconds ticked as The One looked sadly at Mariah, absorbing the massive auditory onslaught. He rose from his Throne overwhelmed in the bellows of wretchedness deluging him – the mournful wails of those designated the finest gold, the precious priceless, and the finished purified faithful eternal.

God paused; This could not be fixed with mere words.

And that moment became the straw that broke the camel's back. The Martyred in the Blood began to vociferate out of their minds, falling onto the floor, gyrating fitfully, drowning in the blackest agony. The righteous roars of millions bellowed blast furnace intense over The Lord of Hosts as he looked incredulously at the pandemonium below him, wiping tears.

The One drew hundreds of millions into his arms, calming them as a mother comforts a fussy baby. Yahshua entered covering each soul with the softest blanket designated the Holy Spirit. The torturous wailing instantly stopped. Yahaveh and Yahshua looked at each other stunned as the Zoon roared stridently in the background.

The Lord of Host spoke a dimensional shift into existence below his Thrones, a temporal reality a whole planet big – where the Holy Spirit saturated the very atmosphere like thick humidity. It was a million fold heavy, another reality past the brim inundated with the Living God, raining the absolute holy, and every breath inhaled designated the very Spirit of God.

And they transported Mariah and the Martyred under their Thrones. They danced blind with ecstasy and sonic joy; but every now and then, a voice departed from the encompassing joy and roared, how long Lord, before engulfed again by the Holy Spirit.

And from that day forth, every Martyred in the Blood lived under his Thrones, for The One had deep compassion and sheltered them, for they were soul-sick of the monstrous wickedness always in their faces. And Yahaveh understood their agony and respected them more for it, because it was birthed from wisdom, righteousness, and great agape love for their brothers and him...

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How art thou fallen from Heaven Lucifer...

The Universes of God 3: The Chronicles of The Antichrist preview

 

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Upon This Rock...

“Simon Peter, this is the Rabbi I told you about. He’s staying at your house.”

Simon Peter eyed Jesus suspiciously; all priests were corrupt.

“Are you one of those Rabbis that take our money like the Romans? Or are you going to tell me you’re like John the Baptist. I thought he’d help us, but he is in jail over the king’s bedroom sins – what a kick in the butt.

“No one talks about the real stinking problem – the Romans who subdue us. I could care less about the spiritual when this stinking world is going to hell and dragging me with it!”

Jesus laughed. He took a step toward Simon Peter and said, “Take the boat out again and I’ll come with you.”

He looked at him incredulously and then at Andrew. Simon Peter sighed deeply choosing his words carefully, endeavoring no disrespect; but he was tired to the bone, wet, and sore all over - it came out wrong.

“We fracking just got here; we’ve been out four stinking days! I am tired, disgusted, and miss my damn wife and children. Not today Rabbi, maybe another time.”

He turned around and screamed, "Get the nets out of the fracking boat!" He returned to help unload provisions and gear off the fishing vessel.

Andrew gave a tortured look to Jesus and ran after Peter, “Listen to the Rabbi – believe me, he’s truly a man of God. Please Simon, do this one thing – I swear on my soul you’ll not regret it.”

Simon Peter shot Jesus a long steely eye. He pouted for a moment, torn between the pleas of his brother and the Rabbi standing so coolly in the distance, as if he knew the lake better than a professional fisherman and captain of two crafts. It was ludicrous and a complete waste of time.

“Okay Rabbi, we’ll see if the fish holler halleluiah and jump into the fracking boat,” Simon Peter said dripping rabid sarcasm.

Throwing the rope into the boat, he turned to his crew, “Cast off, here we stinking go again!” Peter rolled his eyes knowingly as everyone looked at Jesus as if he had two heads.

Jesus looked at the boat moored on the adjacent dock watching James and John mending their nets; he called to them.

And Jesus, Andrew, Phillip, James and John went into the boat with the second vessel following behind. About thirty-yards off shore, Jesus, commanded them to stop and cast their nets.
Simon Peter just couldn’t help himself; he bellowed,” We are too fracking close to shore – even a stinking child knows there are no stinking fish here!”

“Just do it!” Andrew shouted from the other boat.

Simon Peter threw up his hands rolling his eyes wildly, face red with atomic rage; he reluctantly gave the order and the nets were cast.

Two minutes later, Jesus commanded them to pull up the nets.
Simon Peter exploded. “You’re a fracking joke and I don’t care what my stinking brother says; you don’t know what you’re doing! Stick to stinking preaching man of God!”

Cursing under his breath, he shot Jesus a blistering look and ordered the nets up – he was going home; this was kindergarten ridiculous. And what bothered him the most was that Jesus never reacted to his anger, but kept a countenance of utter peace. The last thought that crossed his mind before he realized the nets were full was; this guy is a fracking lunatic.

The crews’ bulging muscles sheening with sweat from the effort strained retrieving the heavy nets. Thousands of fish were flopping on the bottom of the boat, while both crews attempted to find traction on the thigh-deep carpet of flopping fish; and still the nets budged in the waters. As they returned to the shore, both boats were so filled with fish that they threatened to sink. When the two ships returned, hundreds of stunned fishermen flocked around them as the story was spread throughout the docks.

The crews in the background were loudly praising the Lord and Jesus. Simon Peter fell to his knees with tears burning his cheek, “Leave from me Rabbi for I’m truly a wicked man...”

 

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