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LOC: Jupiter, FL
GEN: Male
LAST LOGIN: May 18
LOC: Jupiter, FL
GEN: Male
LAST LOGIN: May 18
Been a writer for longer than I wish to say. Songs, poetry, short stories, screen-plays, plays, novels, long e-mails, phone numbers on bathroom walls….you name it and I have written it.
I had my first novel, “Quenched” published in June…you can read more about it at www.publishedauthors.net/dolphiny
I had a play that was to open in September, 1992 “Loves, Lies and Libation” in Miami but hurricane Andrew put that on the back burner…so now I am thinking about reviving that play. Perhaps I will run it by you guys and see what you think of it.
I use writing the way I used to use drugs and booze; as an esacape. I still have a headache in the morning but I don’t have a DUI.
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Chapter Four Gema curled up on the cot next to Henry’s bed as she had done for sixty-seven nights. The beeping sound of the heart monitor affected her dreams in a different way every night. One night she dreamt that she was in an elevator that kept going down stopping on every floor. Each time the elevator door would open a beeping sound would occur. Gema never had the inclination to get off of the elevator as, for some reason, it was never her floor. Another night Gema dreamed that she was p...
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Bloated decomposition floats in mucky spring Fetor nauseates as enemy passes Black pajamas andrenaline usually bring Propels safe sail with binary gases Ignored as a brother or only son Identified only as Charlie Schoolbook education replaced with a gun Now carcass limbs floating and gnarly Tagged for a count in brown, murky, wake Mortal point for the resolute team Another young child to exterminate For moral’s much greater scheme Inebriation blurs opaque trance Obscure Hashish thoughts dimly...
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Chapter Three It had been a thirty minute drive to the Research Center but it had been an agonizing thirty minutes because of his hangover. Each blast of an air gun or honk of a horn had sent waves of pain through his brain. He had momentarily welcomed death but the thought of the Grim Reaper sent chills through his aching body and he quickly dismissed the mortal thought. The building was of massive proportions with stringent security. Oscar had to check in, go through a metal detector, then...
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Chapter Two Gema looked around the sparsely occupied restaurant for someone to take their order. Henry had been bringing her to this restaurant for many months because it was in such close proximity to the gym, but Gema still took it personally that they were made to wait such a long time for service. She was convinced that it was because she was black but Henry never believed that. He enjoyed the laid back atmosphere of the restaurant. “I still can’t believe how slow the service is here,” Ge...
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Nocturnal pleasures, interactive delights My mirth the cadence of your sighs Felicity depravation through endless nights Lest the score of stentorian cries Reserved appetence in taciturn murk A tepid echo acquired Transition from revelry to work Passion fades to brumal desire Auricular ardor, requital preferred Lest endorphins quickly retreat Profuse benediction recurrently heard Rejuvenate passion and heat Toward the crest of the maximum apogee reached Pyrotechnics erupt in the brain Inhibit...
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This left me wanting to read more. I don't usually like things that are writen in the first person present tense but this seems to work in your situation. The fact that the child ate it's way out feaked me out and again, left me wanting to know more of this "world" you are creating. Overall I think this is a good story and leaves me wanting to know more about this entity that travels between planes as well as where the heroin is going.
I like the premise of the story as most of us have lost someone close to us. The younger the person, the more difficult to understand the reason for their departure. Since the inevitability of death is something I write about quite frequently, I would have liked for the story to be less arbitrary. I would have liked the ? of why someone so young must leave us. Even if it a hypothesis on the part of the author. Perhaps the realization that this planet earth is but a graduate school to somethin...
I am not a fan of horror writing but this piece kept my attention from beginning to end. I think this would be a greeeaaaatttt piece to send to the parents of all "Abused and Battered Children". I hope you get this piece published, it deserves it.
or sell you on the black market...the meter is off...dispose you through black market...works better....and watch you go up in flames ..the meter is off ....send you up in flames, works better... Overall a good write.
I reviewed this once already but I will review it again. I thought the poem was done very well in the voice of a 14 year old.
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