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:

 

COME PLAY WITH US

 

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.

WAR WITH PROCRASTINATION

Have you ever browsed through blogs lately and the same topic just pings at your eyes? I’m sure a lot of you have seen the posts about procrastination, writer’s block, and I just have too much to do right now. We all have our own lives, and our own routines that are more important to us than writing, but I will say why do we have to make writing something that is grueling and a pain? I can understand writer’s block, believe me I’ve been through it, but do we really have writer’s block? Do we really just not have enough time during the day to be able to write?

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I will say that I am probably one of the most laziest people on this earth. Nadine will tell anyone that, and I would not think less of her for saying that. I don’t know what it is that makes me condone this kind of behavior, but I think it’s because I have a lot of ideas spiraling in my mind, but I don’t know where to start. I’m not saying people are lazy and that’s why they don’t write. I’m just saying that is my personal reason for not writing sometimes. I will also say that I do have ideas pop up in my head, but I am terrible at keeping them organized. I have this issue at my job too. I walk in there and I just don’t know where to start and it gets absolutely overwhelming.

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The funny thing is though, as soon as I start in one direction, I tend to find my way through the rest of the project. Everything plays together in the professional world. If you want to keep your job, you act professional. If you want to write for a living, you have to treat it as a profession. I actually keep a log of how much I write every day. Even if it’s not towards my book and it’s just simply writing a blog, or commenting on someone else’s blog. Also, every time I read someone else’s blog I tend to learn something new about this art. It can either be marketing my novel, or trying to get through those grueling first 20,000 words. I talk to some of my fellow bloggers about it, and it surprises me to see how many of us actually go through the same struggles.

This is how I plan out my days:

5 am – 9 am: Write at least 1000 words

9 am- 5 pm: Daily Routine/ Work/Read/Spend time with Nadine

5 pm- 7 pm: Blog/read/ Comment

That pretty much summed up my days the last few weeks, but I will admit some times I don’t get around to writing anything. I know I have the time to write, but I always tell myself I’ll do it later. I think that’s the worst response for any writer that they will write later cause later seems to never come and all of those ideas are congested.

I have found that reading other bloggers novels/posts gives me a lot of inspiration to want to write more. I enjoy interacting with the people around me on here because it’s fun to laugh off the frustrations of not finding the motivation to write, but when you think about it what are you doing right now? You are writing, adding followers, commenting, reading, or simply sitting there staring at a screen trying to check out the next hot chick’s blog/ hunks blog that pops up on your reader. (I couldn’t resist, I know too many on here who actually do that last one). Anyways, if you are really in a spot where you just can’t get the ball rolling, my suggestion would be to write 100 words. Then, the next day write 500 words. Then, push for 1000 words, but if you are really just having a hard time writing the story that you’re interested in, maybe you really aren’t interested in it? Maybe you just have an interest in that genre because you’ve read incredible pieces from other people, and you keep telling yourself, “I want to write like those authors!”

Sometimes it’s not as simple as just forcing yourself to write something you absolutely don’t know anything about. Maybe you should start off with a subject you know, and work your way into that genre. I did that. Hell, I even wrote a 400 page novel and tossed it in the shredder because I knew it was CRAP! Now, that was a very disappointing realization, but how many authors do you think go through that same rude awakening? I could name at least five on the top of my head, but we all have to experiment with our writing somehow. The best way is to just sit down and write continuously without stopping. Try to discover something deep inside yourself that you didn’t even know could be pulled from your soul. There is always a horizon inside all of us.

 

Horizon- Paperback, Hardback, and Digital

Originally posted on William Lloyd (Author):

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Since I have a few more followers this month, I wanted to post my book for anyone who may be interested:

http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/williamlloydjr

This is where you can purchase the hardback and paperback.

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00MD4U3YE

Here’s the link for the digital format on the Kindle.

 

Here’s a brief description of Horizon in case you are interested in reading:

Our world is in danger of extinction due to the multiple world wars that have progressed the last century. The government aggressively strikes a new specimen into the general population, which was discovered on a world called Mariknia. This new specimen has created a catastrophic event that could lead to an apocalyptic end to our home, Earth.

Aaron Lambright is the son of a navy hero, an alcoholic, and a struggling citizen of Australia that can’t hold a stable job or relationship. In this chaotic end to earth, Aaron will be our…

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Review: I’m Okay, You’re Not by Kim Mullican

Title: I’m Okay, You’re Not

Author: Kim Mullican

Genre: Mystery/Suspense/Thriller

 

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Book Description:

Abby Remington has been locked up in a mental institution twice for suicide attempts she doesn’t recall. She’s not allowed to see her only surviving blood relative, her little sister Rachael. While she’s been deemed incompetent, her step-siblings, Cam and Brit, pilfer her fortune and keep her prisoner.

A doctor, who believes her delusions and hallucinations may be real, helps free Abby and Rachael from the clutches of their devious step-family. There’s a price to pay for freedom as the Abby and her little sister soon discover when Cam and Brit kidnap Rachael and sell her off to a mobster.

Abby discovers the true nature of her suicide attempts. She has to do everything she can to save Rachael, her own sanity and their fortunes from the clutches of their malevolent step-siblings. Help comes from an unlikely ally, but will it come in time?

How I Came Across This Novel:

Kim Mullican is actually an author that I follow on my blog. She had posted something the other day about delaying the release of one of her novels, and I was intrigued to check out one of her books. I went with the one that interested me the most first because if I like the book that’s the most interesting to me, then more than likely I’m going to check out the rest that maybe interesting but haven’t caught my interest just yet.

What I Didn’t Like About It:

I thought that a decent amount of the novel was focused a lot on money. Every chapter seems to fall under something about money which is fine, but it seemed to be the main focus. Every time some unusual event would happen it would always generate large and outrageous sums of money that has an unrealistic feel to it. 

I did have an issue with a scene where Abby was humiliating her step-sibling, Brit, at the club. I just don’t understand why Abby would feel this is necessary. Also, I think it would’ve been even better if Abby didn’t reveal herself at the club and just let Brit go home with this broke guy. Now that would’ve been hilarious to have dialogue about that with Abby and Brit in a different chapter.

Also, in the first chapter there were a few errors that made it a little distracting near the end of the chapter. I let it go and didn’t think any of it because that’s nothing that bothers me too much, but I found multiple typos as I got to the middle and conclusion of the novel that really started distracting me because I had to guess what words this author was using to form the sentences.

What I Liked About It:

By far, this book has been one of the best books I’ve read this year. I literally read it within a day. (I had to do it in two sittings because of some errands I had to run.) The first chapter really grabbed me when it started off inside of the mental institution. I find this intriguing because many questions pop in my head about why Abby Remington is in a mental institution.

The author did a great job with really making me hate the antagonists in this novel. It was almost like I was living inside the shoes of Abby throughout the novel, and I loved that feeling! I especially enjoyed the struggles she faced with trying to protect her little sister, then finding out some of the bombshell discoveries about her step-siblings really made me hunger to know more about the life Abby’s sister, Rachael,  lived through. I wish I could have read more about the lifestyle that Rachael lived through because I think this would’ve played a huge role in the character development. 

I really enjoyed learning about Bob. At first, I was questioning myself about who he was. It was actually pretty interesting to see all of these ghosts helping Abby throughout the book. This whole book makes me wonder if all of us have ghosts that protect us from danger. It was very thought provoking and I will definitely be reading another novel by Kim.

My Verdict: 4 Stars

I would have given this book five stars, but the distractions from the typos really made it difficult to stay focused on the key scenes that made this novel an amazing read.

 

 

The Pros and Cons of Beta Readers

Originally posted on Shannon A Thompson:

Announcements:

My short story, The Pink Scarf, was published in the second volume of an adult anthology collection, Ashtrays to Jawbreakers. It is completely free on Smashwords, so feel free to check it out by clicking here.

Take Me Tomorrow was reviewed by A Literary Mind recently, and you can read the entire review by clicking here, but check out this small excerpt: “I can’t say how refreshing it was to have a protagonist that felt real. Knife-throwing abilities aside, Sophia is like the rest of us; she’s stubborn, flawed, and simply cannot control her curly hair (I feel your pain!).”

The Pros and Cons of Beta Readers:

I love beta readers. In fact, I consider my beta readers some of my closest friends (and secret keepers.) But they are close to me because we were equally careful in deciding whether or not we were…

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