The Phantom Force

A new book I’m working on called The Phantom Force. Here’s a short description of it. Hope you guys are interested. Thanks!


We took refuge on Takua, a planet that orbits around the three stars of Orion’s Belt. We’ve been here for a decade after the fall of Earth. Now, we hide in Orion’s Belt awaiting the Zorthrax to exterminate the rest of us. It’s only a matter of time before we have another Intergalactic War, but will the Phantom Force be strong enough to uphold the human race. With our corrupt leaders hostage, the corporate world in shambles, and the citizens of the world forced from their homes; three heroes will rise from the darkness and take back what’s rightfully ours.

Toe Jam Mm….

I took a week off from blogging to think about my life, goals, feelings, and perspective. Plus, Destiny has pulled me a way from writing for a little bit, but I’m progressively coming back to writing again. I miss all my blogger friends that tend to keep the spirits high in life. Anyways, I’ve started writing this new series of books. I’m calling it, “Phantom Elite.” I was looking over my last post about how America has been bought by banks, and how frustrated I was at a quote the compared minimum wage to a soldier’s salary. I may have been a bit crude and honest in my last post, but I am sticking by it because that is how I truly feel about some of the ideas that are being mustard up in this world. It seems that we all have a perspective of life that has to be more negative than someone else’s. Has anyone ever heard someone say anything on the news about how better off they are than someone else? No, it’s always, we are going through poverty, we want more money. Or, we’re being taxed and Obamacare is is pulling more money from the rich. Then that leads to the rich telling the poor to find a better job, and the poor to tell the government to tax the hell out of the rich. So, where does this all get us? It gets us to the point where there is a crack in our system where everyone’s idea is worth more than another. Why do you think we have three different parties? It’s because we need different ideas to survive. If we can understand each other side, maybe we can start pulling together as a tighter unit instead of murdering each other because we have to be right.

Anyways, I’m rambling on about a totally different subject. The reason I brought up my last post is because it was the inspiration for this book. I wanted to capture an elite group that would turn the tables on the society we live in today. They are not heroes, but they are willing to bring people closer together. In the first book, I have a character named, Murdoch Jones, who is a Marine that recently landed himself a job in the C.I.A. He was supposed to live a more peaceful life than the one he lived during his tours across the Middle East. He finds himself kidnapped by an unknown organization that wants him dead. He barely escaped, but he is intercepted by a group called the Phantom Elite. The ones that modify the leader in the cabinet of our government. What they force Murdoch to do is far from pleasant.

And Something Else to Argue About…

“Okay rant- For those fast food employees striking for $15 an hour, let’s do some math. At $15 an hour Johnny Fry-Boy would make $31,200 annually. An E1 (Private) in the military makes $18,378. An E5 (Sergeant) with 8 years of service only makes $35,067 annually. So you’re telling me, Sally McBurgerflipper, that you deserve as much as those kids getting shot at, deploying for months in hostile environments, and putting their collective asses on the line every day protecting your unskilled butt!? Here’s the deal, Baconator, you are working in a job designed for a kid in high school who is learning how to work and earning enough for gas, and hanging out with their equally goofy high school pals. If you have chosen this as your life profession, you have failed.

If you don’t want minimum wage don’t have minimum skills.” -Anonymous

Anyways, I’m posting this because I’m a little frustrated about a few of the things that were written here. I know freedom of press and speech is a big thing here in America so I’m going to exercise mine right now. I agree and disagree with this person that posted this on a few things. I just want to say I respect all the military men out there that is serving our country to protect us everyday, and thank you for giving me the opportunity to be a citizen of a free country. After saying that, here are my reasons why I think this person has a clue about the situations here in America, but she has no clue how to successfully have her point taken seriously. This is probably why decisions here have always been ludicrous within the government.


  1. I agree that we should not raise the minimum wage to $15 an hour or even $10 an hour. This would create even more problems. I can see all the fast food joints raising their prices to preposterous prices and eventually these places will end up closing their doors due to the lack of customers. After this whole event happens, all of these employees will be unemployed and back at their original plan, finding a job. Like I said, I definitely agree with this persons idea that raising the minimum wage is not the answer to fixing our economical problems. It’s not even about just the fast food joints, this could all stem down to gas, groceries, and even entertainment. If we raise the minimum wage, someone has to pay for it. (Whom you may ask?) The employers, and they will sure as hell find a way to save their money by pulling more from the customer’s pocket.


  1. The use of name calling and degrading a class of workers that you find unfit to society is another way of bullying. If you look in the photo that she used to post this on social media, it looks like she has a child. Is this what we are teaching our kids at home? We want to stop bullying and treat people fairly, but we all are suspects of bullying even if you don’t realize it. I can admit I have had a few moments, where I’ve regretfully said things that I didn’t mean. No one is perfect. Plus, we’re at an economical position where maybe that burger flipping job is the only one we can find for now. Maybe stocking produce is the only thing I can find for now until something better comes around. A job is a job and to have one is a blessing.


  1. She uses the example with the military wages. She describes a lot of classes that I don’t think many women know about unless they are married to a man serving in the armed forces, she’s in the military, or she has a military family that talks a lot about the classes and their experience in the military. Any of these scenarios can be true. My guess would be that she is married to a military man because she knows their wages., plus what they make for each class. Now, my question is, what does it matter what the military makes? Why does it matter that we have to always go back to the military to justify a reason for everything. I honestly think the more I hear this crap, the more I just want to throw up.


First of all, I have a lot of respect for the military men that had to fight during the draft. The reason being, THEY WERE FORCED INTO JOINING AND FIGHTING! The guys fought for a good cause during World War I, but now, people volunteer to join the military, but last I checked, volunteering doesn’t pay ANYTHING at functions like church or community service. So, why are you complaining about their wages? Yes, I agree, our soldiers should definitely make more than what they are making now, I can totally agree with that, but I’m going to say something that may be a complete bombshell to a few bloggers/friends.  What skill did our soldiers have before they joined the military? Obviously, a lot of them join to go to college, learn, or gain a skill that will be beneficial to them in the future. I know from my experience in my line of work, I have learned a lot about the job market and how to manage people. Also, i’m trying to perfect my current skill of writing by constantly reading and writing more. So you call these people unskilled, Sally McBurgerflipper, and Baconator? C’mon, grow up lady.


  1. I know you state that high school kids have these jobs to learn about having a job and the value of a dollar. I don’t know about you, but some of these store managers and managers make a good bit of money just for having experience in managing. My store manager probably makes about 107K a year. If that’s the case, I’m all on board for working in a grocery store. I believe that some of these fast food places do deal with some (Sorry for my language) shitty customers. If you have never worked in the service industry, phew thank god you never had to. It is one of the most stressful jobs out there. I don’t know if you read the news lately, but one manager at a McDonalds got shot 6 times in the arm because he didn’t have anymore honey mustard. HONEY MUSTARD, PEOPLE! Plus, with all the craziness going on with drugs and everything people are bound to act crazy at these places. My point being people that work in the fast food business do have dangerous jobs at time, especially at night. Maybe they aren’t in Afghanistan or Iraq being shot at but is anyone else’s life any less than another. Apparently it is to this woman.


In conclusion, I do agree with keeping minimum wage away from the $10 an hour range. I don’t agree with the way people try to speak their opinion by comparing jobs and situations. This does not help anything. It really just adds another element to the problems we’re facing already. I know we have soldiers fighting for us to live the life that we live, but we also have the retired soldiers and people here to stand up against something we may not know how to fix. Look where the money is going. Asia, Europe, The Middle East. There’s multiple places that we throw our money away at. We have to rise up against the government from making these ridiculous decisions. We have to make a statement that says, “We will not condone living a lie everyday!” If our government really wants to help us, HELP YOUR OWN PEOPLE, BEFORE YOU POLICE ANOTHER!


Also, think about the entertainment industry and the corporations out there. I mean, just recently a football player from Houston just banked a $100 million dollar contract for 6 years. (Possibly more) This example shows we are a very wasteful nation. We are greedy, selfish, and ignorant. No wonder countries laugh at us because we can’t even speak for ourselves because we don’t know how to stop our government from burying us into the ground!


“We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness. That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just Powers from the consent of the governed, — That whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new Government,…”


I will say this though, we might be able to overthrow out government by the Declaration, but we are definitely run by the Constitution. If you want to really make a change, start with the ones who own our nation. The banks and the global cabals. If you want change and really want it bad enough, Revolution is the only way to get it. It’s inevitable. Once our government has lost all support and the corrupt have no where else to go to save us. We will end up revolting.


Mirror’s Veil

I’ve been a little perplexed about what to do with this story. I’ve had this in my files for years and I’ve been tempted to trash it, but it is so hard to let it go. Some work went into this about seven years ago, but it still needs a lot of tender loving care before it’ll ever be ready to be put out on the market. Hope you guys ejoy it. If not, please let me know so I can prove to myself to finally let this one go. Thanks!


Chapter 1

     The peaks of the mountains cast shadows across the valleys as the sun sinks beneath the horizon. Clouds tumble over the valley like the ragged breath of a starving wolf as the eerie sounds of critters and animals echo off the tree trunks. A dense fog hovers over a secluded lake in the valley, where a cabin rests within the naked strip of land. A lantern screeches on its jay hook above the door as a gust of wind sweeps across the porch. The scent of chicken and vegetables lingers throughout the cabin which is all that remains of the dinner eaten by the owners of the cabin: a husband, a wife, and their daughter, Lucy Dowles.

Seven-year-old Lucy Dowles rests peacefully in the guest bedroom of the cabin, where she grips the comforters firmly in her hands. The warmth of the bed enthralls her body as she sleeps. A ghostly breeze brushes her face and interrupts her slumber. Her eyes wander towards the door as she squints and rubs her eyes with her tiny hands. She shivers as the breeze continues to whisk pass her face. She peaks over the sheets towards the window, but it is closed. She twists and cocoons herself inside of the comforter. The disturbing creak from the door draws her attention instantly, but she remains stone cold in the bed. She looks over the comforter again. Her hazel eyes peer at the door, where it is slightly open. A chill creeps down her spine as her heart rapidly paces in circles.

A little boy’s laughter echoes in the hallway. Lucy’s mind is drunk with curiosity as she drags her feet out of the bed.  She leans forward to look out into the hallway, but it is barely visible from her angle. Lucy cautiously pushes off the bed and walks towards the door. She leans against the door and pokes her head out into the hallway. Nothing is there.

She pulls the door wide open, cautious as to not wake her parents across the hall. Her father rolls in his bed but continues to snore. The boy’s laughter echoes in the kitchen. Lucy looks across the hall into her parents’ room, but her instincts taunt her to continue investigating the sounds in the house.

The brisk air takes her breath away as she enters the kitchen. The wooden floors are cold beneath her bare feet. She hesitates for a moment as she looks at the metallic panel on the refrigerator. She sees the opaque outline of her black hair and tiny body in the reflection. A knock at the window makes her heart skip a beat as she twists around like a top. A cloud forms in the window as though someone is breathing on the opposite side of the glass. Lucy pushes herself back from the counter with a hint of fright swirling in her mind. She continues to stare at the window as letters form within the cloud. The letter, “C” appears as more letters gradually form. A message is finally legible in the window:




Chills writhe throughout Lucy’s body, and she stumbles around the island in the middle of the kitchen. The door to the back porch slams with force as she falls to the floor. The message fades away in the window. She walks towards the back door and hears garbage cans crash around the other side of the porch. The hairs on her neck rise as she twists the doorknob.

The floorboards are slick and wet as the fresh midnight dew lingers in the air. The cold and moist air sticks to Lucy’s skin as the rustling in the trees alert her attention. The lantern continues to swing on its hook as the wind picks up momentum across the porch. She ventures towards a pile of metal trays scattered across the porch, where something knocked them off the table. She walks to the corner of the porch and hears a bloodcurdling hiss as sharp claws dig into her ankle. She pulls her leg away and observes her small wound. Blood trickles down her ankle and wraps around her heel. She looks back at the black cat. Its tail is furrowed and back arched as though ready to attempt to attack Lucy again. The bright red glow from the cat’s eyes mesmerizes Lucy as the cat slowly ducks under the railing and hops into the yard.

Lucy peers out at the darkness of the back yard as the moon peeks through the clouds. The wound burns on her ankle as the legs to her pajamas rub lightly against her skin.

The boy’s laughter erupts from beneath the porch as pine needles stir beneath his footfalls. Lucy leans over the railing, but the boy is already sprinting towards the woods.

“Come out and play, Lucy!” the boy’s laughter makes her petrified to know where he is leading her to, but yet again, her instincts continue to persuade her to continue on her investigation.

The boy finally disappears into the black abyss of the forest, where only his white clothes give off a ghostly aura. She races down the steps of the porch and follows behind him like a sheep in a herd. The cold and wet blades of grass glide beneath her feet, while soaking the bottoms of her pajamas. She watches his golden hair bounce on his head as he avoids fallen trees and low hanging branches.

He disappears in the distance as Lucy slows down to catch her breath. She hears the screeching crickets around her, while the yelping bullfrogs remain hidden in the distance. Her feet sink into the mud. The boy is no longer in sight. A breeze pushes her forward as though forcing her to continue in the direction of the lake as an orange glow sways in the distance. The underbrush cracks beside her, and she quickly turns her head towards the sound. No one is there. The trees narrow as she walks deeper into the forest. A flood of adrenaline rushes throughout her body as anxiety thrashes at her lungs. She sees the pale face and dull eyes of the young boy staring at her. Lucy screams and falls backwards into a pile of wet leaves. Tears swell up under her eyelids as the boy bends down to help her stand up.

“Come play with my new friend, Lucy. He won’t bite,” the boy says with a suspicious tone.

“Who are you? Where is your friend?”

He smiles and points a limp finger towards a tall figure hidden beneath a black coat. The figure stands on the shore with his finger summoning both of them towards him.

“Lucy!” her mother’s scream can be heard in the distance.

“I have to go,” Lucy says, looking back towards the forest.

“No. There is nothing to be afraid of,” a devilish voice says in her subconscious.

“Who are you?” she asks, looking up at the tall figure.

“Come and see,” the sinister voice says as the figure invites her onto his gondola.

Lucy and the boy walk across the cool sand. She feels the pebbles press against the bottom of her feet with their dull edges. The moon outlines the figure as it reaches out for Lucy’s hand. He pulls her towards the cool water.

“Join us, Lucy.”

“I can’t,” Lucy says frightened by the request. “My mother is worried sick. I can’t go. I’m sorry.”

“No worries, Lucy.” The figure waves his hand in the air and the echoes of her mother are silenced. “I have the power to take away all of your worries. Your mother will be fine.”

“But,” she stops. Her mother’s cries can no longer be heard. “What happened?”

“Come with me and I’ll show you.”

The fog lifts slightly as the figure hoists Lucy into the gondola. The boy follows behind her. Lucy feels stomach bile rise in her chest as the gondola drifts out towards the middle of the lake. The figure rows gently until they reach the center. The silence of the lake and the forest forces tears down Lucy’s cheeks. The boy’s hand reaches out for Lucy.

“What’s happening?” Lucy asks, shivering from the cold night.

The figure grabs her neck and twists, until her life is taken away from her.



Just So You Know….

I have the hiccups. Ugh! So aggravating trying to eat and you get a chip lodged in your throat because of  pesky hiccups. Anyways, I’m going to start this post off with a hello to all of the bloggers who have decided to jump on board with my journey through blogging, writing, video gaming, and dealing with the norm. Now, if you would like to rant about anything that frustrates you or something that makes you go absolutely ape shit, then this is the post to comment on. To all the bloggers that I communicate regularly, even if it’s just commenting on your posts or emails, well thanks for reading yet another one of my posts that you are probably two seconds away from clicking the next blog you enjoy reading. Here is what I have been doing for two days in a collage of pictures:

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So let’s see. I enjoyed spending time with my puppy Luna. It was Nadine’s birthday so we had a nice little dinner with some family and friends. Played Destiny the last two nights straight till 4 am and 2 am. Then, I watched this guy eating and drinking some stupid shit that made me laugh hysterically at some points.

I mostly wanted to make a post about Destiny. I don’t know why but this game is awesome. I know that the critics gave it a 6/10, and I really do understand why but if you like to just shoot shit and watch things explode, this is an awesome game. I especially like the fact that you get to upgrade and build up your character throughout the game. It’s like playing an rpg in first person shooter. If you liked Halo and Call of Duty, you sure as hell will love this game. Especially since it was made by both of the creators, Activision and Bungie. You get a little bit of this and a little bit of that in both creator’s worlds.

I will say that I have missed a lot of opportunities to write and get things together with Eversoul, but I really needed some down time to get my head back in check and ever since Destiny came out, I really do have a little bit of a more positive outlook on things outside of my own mind. I will say one of my fellow bloggers did give me some really good advice about not just pleasing myself but trying to think of it as helping others. In whatever profession you’re in, you will always be there to please the customers. It was very motivational to hear someone tell me that I am helping someone even if I’m not doing it in the way I want to do it. I know that the career I was meant for will come, but I really do wish it was here now. I actually applied for a job with a blogging company and did their little assessment and… failed. It was very discouraging to get the email, but it feels like that is their loss, not mine. Anyone else ever feel that way? Ever feel like all of those rejection slips you receive from publishers is just motivation to push your work even more to prove those people wrong?

I think my problem is, I just don’t know how the process goes, and who to contact to be able to expand my horizons with my work. Right now, I have all of the fans that buy my book and read it. (Hopefully leaving reviews to give me an idea of what they want out of the story.) But also, I just wish for once it could be easy. For once, I could do something that would pan out in a spectacular way, but right now, it seems that I have to really dig deep to get where I want to.

Thanks everyone for following my blog and sending fantastic comments and messages through the last few weeks. It has really helped to give me motivation to give more to you guys.

Have a pleasant time wherever you might be in this world.

Everyone Needs!

On the battle field of love we can not fight against our opponent.
We can only fight against ourselves in this war of suffering.
The bombs drop in the wake of a world that is unknown to all.
No one knows who will die, or who will survive in the aftermath.
The only answer we can stir up is the one that lies within our heart.
Let the fallen rest in peace, while the living strive to survive.

Everyone needs someone to pull them from the ground.
Everyone needs an angel to guide them so they will be found.
If love and death are so much alike in our own lives,
Then why must we continue to fight when the end is caused by lies.

The reaper’s scythe will tear through our soul from temptation,
But we are the only children that can survive this abomination.
We leave our hearts on our shoulders on the front line of battle
But the only way we can escape the bullets of emotion is to be devoted.
Devoted to leave the past behind cause the future is now.
The future is where our present decide that our worlds collide.

Everyone needs someone to pull them from the ground.
Everyone needs an angel to guide them so they will be found.
If love and death are so much alike in our own lives,
Then why must we continue to fight when the end is caused by lies.

Our four fathers look down on us questioning the decisions we make.
Did they ever know that this world would turn into a mistake.
We have taken advantage of their words because society is corrupt.
Who will stand beside this freedom that is not truly free.
When our brothers died on the battle fields to protect those words.
Those words that stated our meaning, our belief, and the life we lead.

Everyone needs someone to pull them from the ground.
Everyone needs an angel to guide them so they will be found.
If love and death are so much alike in our own lives,
Then why must we continue to fight when the end is caused by lies.

Rain and Writer

He sat in front of the window, watching the water flood the glass. Lightning illuminated the sky as he felt a sudden chill run down his back. The monsterous roar of the thunder clashed with the tranquility of the rain drops pattering on the roof. A life so quiet and desolate only left a writer wondering how far this story could go. Could it go further than the sands of time or deeper than the oblivion that swallows the ocean? The letters fly from his finger tips like a deranged enthusiast on the wake of devastation. The whispers creep in his head to continue. Is this man living a fairy tale that only millions desire on a daily basis, or is it as real as those raindrops streaking down the double paned glass? One more bottle should answer the question that burns the charred insides of his imagination.

The Questions That Are Boiling in My Head

I know I have been away for a bit on here. I thought I would give you guys an update. At the current moment, I am working on an award for my blog that I was nominated for, but I can’t seem to get the ten lucky bloggers that I need to nominate. I’ll be working on that and once I have it together it’ll be posted. Football season has started so I’ve been watching my Georgia Bulldogs and Atlanta Falcons bring their A game this last weekend. So I’m stoked for this next weekend when we go up against Cincinnati Bengals.

Work has been rough the last week. Let’s just say I’ve kind of been thrown on some pretty crappy shifts because good people have quit or have been sick, so I’ve pretty much been stuck with the crap shifts. It’s whatever though. I’m use to it. I haven’t gotten much writing done these last few days due to everything that has been going on with work. Hopefully I’ll be able to sit down and do a major writing haul tomorrow on my day off.

At this current moment, I am struggling. I’ve been trying to really keep that a secret, but I am. It’s on every spectrum of finances/job/social. I think that everything that is going on in my life right now is hopefully temporary. Every problem that I am facing right now is stemming from each one of the things I posted. My job status has changed so I’m making less than I use to, but I am happy that I get to write and spend more time with my family. It seems like there is always some kind of sacrifice you have to make with any decision in life. If you are focused on money and success, your social life will suffer. If you are focused on your family and social life, your financial situation may suffer. How do you find the medium to be able to survive though?

I’ve been reading a lot of articles about people who risked everything by leaving their current job and getting away from it all. They took their life in a different direction and let a job that felt almost like a trap for them. I read one today about a woman who worked as an insurance auditor in New York City, and she had many friends and colleagues die when the twin towers came down. She decided to leave her job because of all the heart ache and decided to go skiing. There she met a man and became a ski instructor. From what it sounds like, she is living a happy life at the moment. So my question is, how do people find the courage to do this? Is it at the brink of knowing life is short, or when you mentally just hit the edge of no return?

I don’t think I’ve really reached that point yet, but I know I want something else for myself, but I keep playing it safe. I keep telling myself that i need this job. It’s job security. I always tell myself that how can afford insurance if I don’t have a company helping me with it. I’m so lost right now, but then I watch these people take these risks. Is it because they have nothing to lose? Maybe I should think more like them and live for myself and not for someone else. I try not to be a selfish person, but I think my happiness would be selfish. I think that anything I do right now could cause the life I have already built for myself to crumble. But is that what I need to do to pull through this rut?

Sorry for all the questions. It’s kind of hard to think that I have one life, and I’m living it through work and stress. Everyone says enjoy life and take it in as much as you can because tomorrow could be the day you die. It’s scary to think that we all want to do big things in our lives, but why? My question has always been why do people want to make a name for themselves? Is it for fame, glory, and fortunes? Is it so no one will forget about you when you do pass on? Why do we HAVE to be remembered? Once we’re dead it won’t matter anyways. The fame, the money, and everything we’ve done. We can’t take anything with us, so what’s the point in it all?

I know for me, it’s to hold on to Nadine, and hopefully build some kind of legacy for my children and their children. For me, I could be forgotten, but I want my family’s future to be secure and to have a name follow them, so they can live their dreams.