Saturday, 12 April 2014

Pin and you could Win



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Wednesday, 23 October 2013

Only in my Memories



For a long time now, every night when Rebecca goes to sleep she dreams of Daniel. She feels as if she knows him, as if she has met him before, but yet she knows with certainty she has never met him before. Then one morning as she steps off from the train, she drops one of her warm, woollen gloves. She is startled when someone touches her, and she is relieved when he holds her glove out to her.


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Lucas



The story of Lucas starts at the beginning when God created the Heavens and the subsequent war that broke out after God created the Earth. God gives the fallen angels an ultimatum and they may return to the Heavens if they can get a certain girl pregnant under the glare of the blue moon. The Celestial Police will do everything in their power to make sure the child or the woman does not survive through each reincarnation. Lucas grows up in a Catholic Orphanage within strict Christian guidelines. When he leaves the orphanage he becomes homeless until that one night during a thunder storm when two angels find him and Bodiel rescues him. The angels tell Lucas that he holds the key to everything. Lucifer is un-relentless in his quest to get back home and he devises an alternative plan, which includes Lucas in his seven year plan to Armageddon. After Lucas agrees and he starts to feel weird feelings towards Adelaide, he realizes he might have used his free-will for the entirely wrong reasons.
 
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Tuesday, 22 October 2013

Guardian Angel (YA Romance)

 

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Yesterday, his life was simple. For ages his day started the same. For centuries his day ended the same. He got the list and he went to work. After hundreds of years he had lost the ability to feel. Everybody was born, lived their life, however long they were supposed to, and then they died. It was not rocket science. The first time he saw Taylor Fergusson she was cocooned in pink. Everything surrounding her was in shades of pink. He stood next to her cradle and he looked down at her beautiful, peaceful face. There was no way he could make himself reach out to touch her. She was so tiny, he could not justify it to himself why he should take her life, her soul with him, when she had not even had a chance to live. The system kept trying to correct itself, until one morning seventeen years later her name appeared on his list again. They had a deal and he had to escort her across the valley of the shadow of death, before the Angel of Death came for her personally.

 

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Tuesday, 17 September 2013

My Guilty Pleasure #3


Boy bands ... Specifically boy bands from the UK.

I am, and not afraid to admit it, a thirteen year old soul stuck in a forty-something body.

Sometimes the way people my age look at me is a little disconcerting (not) when they ask me what music I listen to, and I tell them (1) One Direction. It is not like I wish I could shine a light in the crowd and I would catch Niall's eye - that would just be a little bit creepy, but I love their songs. I could listen to it all day long. Currently my favourite song by One Direction is: More than This. My favourite line: "If I'm louder, would you see me ..." Most days it is on repeat. I also love, love, love I Wish and What makes you Beautiful.






(2) McFly. I love listening to their music and once I went to a concert with my (then) teenage daughter to their Motion in the Ocean concert in Dublin. I was too shy to jump around like a teeny bopper, but I promise you that if I had been a few years younger, I would have been a viral video on YouTube. My favourite songs by them is: Falling in Love, The Heart Never Lies and Shine a Light.






(3) The Script. What is not to love about The Script. I am just going to say it (close your eyes if your are squeamish) - I think Danny is so handsome! There I said it.  I love all their songs, but my most favourite song - I know every word and can sing it without hearing the song - No Words. I also love listening to For the First Time, If You Could See Me Now and of course Hall of Fame.






(4) Westlife. I have been a fan of Westlife since they released their very fist song all those years ago. This blog would be hopelessly too long if I had to list all my favourites. I went to one of their concerts in Dublin in 2002, and I must admit I had a little crush on Shane back then. My newest faves would have to be: Close, Safe and Lighthouse. My ultimate favourite is obviously: I Want To Grow Old With You. All their songs resonate with my soul and I can relate to every word.






Last, but not least it would have to be (5) Busted. I absolutely love Sleeping With The Lights On, and I have to listen to it very often (too often for my husband's liking).





Who would have thought I had so many guilty pleasures? Shocking!




 
 
 
 
 


 

Wednesday, 21 August 2013

My Guilty Pleasure #2


According to Wikipedia: There is some evidence that chocolate may be addictive. Really?

There is not much I want to say regarding this guilty pleasure, um, addiction, that cannot be said better visually and with song.



Feeling my way through the darkness
Guided by a beating heart
I can't tell where the journey will end
But I know where to start
(Wake me Up - Avicii)
 
 
Your stare was holdin',
 Ripped jeans, skin was showin'
 Hot night, wind was blowin'
 Where you think you're going, baby?
(Call Me Maybe - Carly Rae Jepsen)

 
 
Every breath
 Every hour has come to this
(A Thousand Years - Christina Perri)
 
 


 
All that I'm after is a life full of laughter
 As long as I'm laughing with you
 I'm thinkin' that all that still matters is love ever after
 After the life we've been through
 'Cause I know there's no life after you
(Life After You - Daughtry)
 
 
 
Singing Radiohead at the top of our lungs
 With the boom box blaring as we're falling in love
(Here's to never growing old - Avril Lavigne)
 
 

 

 
 

Saturday, 27 July 2013

All Over Again


My Recycled Soul was meant to be a simple love story - a story of discovery that even through many lifetimes, many mistakes and many different choices, we always end up where we are always supposed to be...
In the initial draft of My Recycled Soul, Elizabeth met up with Devlin when she regressed back across the years. However, when it was time for Elizabeth to come back to the present day, Devlin kept following her. This would have turned My Recycled Soul into a paranormal romance. She would have broken up with Jared because she could always feel the presence of Devlin with her.
The problem was how to get rid of Devlin again, without losing the heart of the story. And so All Over Again became a separate short story all of its own!


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The Vampire Pirate's Daughter



When Susie turned sixteen, the vampire virus which was dormant in her grew stronger and suppressed her human cells. When Amanda and Shayne came to rescue her, she had to either step over the final barrier to becoming a vampire or succumb to the virus and die. However, when Amanda held her wrist, dripping with blood, in front of Susie’s mouth, she could not resist. Two hundred years later, Susie is lonely and bored. Shayne and Amanda have kept her safe and protected her from life and from the savage vampires who have not adapted to living in the light, and all Susie wants is to be mortal. She wants to be like the mortals surrounding her and be daring. To challenge death and to purposefully defy it. Most of all though, she wants to experience love. Her life takes many twists and turns, and then she finds unconditional love where she never, ever expected it to be.


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Tuesday, 23 July 2013

William The Damned (A Vampire Pirate)



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William is a vampire pirate with an unquenchable thirst for human blood. He has an aversion to holy water, crucifixes and garlic. Exposure to sunlight will turn him to dust. When he decides to keep Susanna for dessert, he did not know she would have such a large impact on his life, he did not expect to fall in love with her.  And now, for love, William will make the ultimate sacrifice.

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Saturday, 20 July 2013

Free Online Reads (Flash Fiction) #2



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There are many different forms of abuse, and when we are little, words hurt more than sticks and stones. (Flash Fiction)




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Sometimes we forget that older people could be a fountain of information, yet we tend to look for our history in books. (Flash Fiction)




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The only way to keep the Tokolosh away at night is to put a brick beneath each leg of one's bed and to never call his name! (Flash Fiction)

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Friday, 12 July 2013

Unpublishing my Flash Fiction from Amazon

I am in the process of unpublishing all my Flash Fiction from Amazon KDP, because I cannot offer my work for free when I want to unless I enroll in the KDP Select Program, which requires me to publish my stories exclusively with Amazon.

Soon all my Flash Fiction stories will (once again) be available for download for FREE from Barnes & Noble, iBooks, Sony eReader Store, Kobo Books, Diesel eBook Store, Smashwords, Kindlebooks (South Africa) and Novice Books

You can also read them online at Readwave.

Thank you for reading my stories. I am eternally grateful 




Tuesday, 9 July 2013

My Guilty Pleasure #1



Not so long ago, back in the nineteen hundreds, I used to scoff at people who watched The Days of Our Lives.

Be warned: There is an old saying which says something like: Don't dismiss something if you do not know what you are talking about.

Well, that saying is so correct, it is scary. For the last two years, five minutes before the show is aired on TV, I literally put the rest of my life on hold to lose myself in the lives of my favorite Days couples.

I am known to communicate and give them my point of view (which they obviously tend to ignore). Prior to when I became addicted to the lives of these characters, I used to watch the show here and there, so now I have a faint knowledge of who who is when suddenly someone 'new' is introduced.

Often abbreviated to Days is a daytime soap. It is one of the longest-running scripted television programs in the world, airing every weekday in many countries around the world. Almost unmodified since the show's debut in 1965, the title sequence of Days of our Lives features an hourglass, with sand slowly trickling to the bottom against the backdrop of a partly cloudy sky,as well as the trademark voice over, "Like sands through the hourglass, so are the days of our lives." When Days of our Lives premiered in 1965, the show revolved around the tragedies and triumphs of the suburban Horton family. Over time, additional families were brought to the show to interact with the Horton's and serve as springboards for more dramatic story lines. In the early 1980's, the Brady and DiMera families were introduced, and their rivalry quickly cemented their places as core families in Salem beside the Horton's.


 

Wednesday, 29 May 2013

My Two Cents: Everybody is talking about Social Networking


So let’s see what they say about Social Media/Networking:

Social media are the ways people use to connect and communicate with one another across the World Wide Web. These include (but are not restricted to): Twitter, Facebook, YouTube, blogs, Flickr. Thus, you are connecting with people to share and communicate—to spread the word about your work more widely than you could offline.

The question is:

Are you really spreading the word about your work more widely?

My thoughts:

Every time you post on any one of your Social Networking sites, share an image or tweet, blog, whatever, you only share it with the same people every time. Unless the people in your network feels compelled to share your offering, you will always just be reaching the same people.

Initially Social Networking is wonderful to share your new painting, book, music CD, video, etc., but there comes a point where it cannot go any further and then you must revert back to traditional marketing strategies. To me (still) most importantly is word-of-mouth. When I sit across a coffee table with my friend, and she says excitedly, “I have just read this book ….”, her conversation will remain with me for far longer than it would if she had shared a link with me at a time when I was in a hurry and I did a quick scroll-by.

Reaching your target market also depends on your timing. You might only post early in the morning, while I only log on in the afternoon. During this time, my other 200 friends have also posted or shared something multiple times, so although I will buy anything with a beautiful cover and I love paranormal young adult romance with a hint of lost souls, I missed your post ….

Lastly. Tell me honestly, when you see an advert for a massive company, let’s say for instance the company that bakes the bread you buy in your supermarket, and they ask you to like them on Facebook and follow them on Twitter - do you?



And that’s my two cents on Social Media.

Monday, 27 May 2013

I am moving ....

Just like Elizabeth in My Recycled Soul, I am not just moving house or city, but I am moving to another country.

During these coming months, I will be packing things of sentimental value, organizing myself, writing two novels before deadline, and trying hard not to be too depressed.

You ask, "Why will you be depressed? These are exciting times!"

Firstly, I will be moving from this (actual) house, blue clear skies, trees and warm weather most days of the year.





To here: (actual house) No descriptive words are necessary - the image speaks for itself.




To try and cheer myself, I went to my 'trusted' friend Google, and I went to see how many people like me there are, leaving the land of their birth, not feeling welcome in their own country.

According to Wikipedia it is estimated that 800,000 white people left South Africa between 1994 and 2011 to go and live elsewhere. I say, white people, because I am not entirely sure what to call us, cause we are not considered African and we are not all Afrikaans speaking. (Hence, the absence of a commonly accepted term to designate them, although 'English South African' or 'English-speaking South African' is used).

The first time I lived in a country other than South Africa, I was in Grade 9 and I lived with my parents in Namibia, for two years. I was young then and I enjoyed the change. Also, I knew it would not be forever and it was only for as long as my dad had to stay there to do his job. We lived there during the South African Border War (exciting times, but a story for another day).

Then in 2001, I left South Africa again and we emigrated from South Africa to the Republic of Ireland. We lived there for many years, my youngest daughter was born there, but we always felt like the foreigners we justly were and always will be, so wanting a feeling of belonging, we returned to South Africa in 2008.

Now I am off again. This time to the United Kingdom, searching for that elusive place we can call home and feel welcome.

Career-wise it would be beneficial for me. A lot of publishing avenues will open up for me when I have a home address in England.





And so, as I get busy, busy, busy, I will be like Hannah from Believe and I will surrender to my fate.

 










Tuesday, 8 January 2013

The impact my pets had on me: Rudy

I have many animals - pets you may call them. My husband tends to label them all under a blanket name of 'That rodent', which is really not nice. I suppose in some countries a cat is considered a rodent, but in the country where I live and more so in my own home sweet home they are cats.
Let me add here though that we do have two mice (rodents). The one is black with a (wait for it, you'll be astounded) white lightning strike across his forehead and very Harry Potter-ish, except she's a girl and my daughter could not and would not allow me to call her Harriet. The other white mouse is like a lab mouse and maybe one day I could write a scientific, garishly spooky story about him (those red eyes inspire fear). You might gasp and say, 'You have a male and a female.' To which I'll reply, 'We've stopped looking for itzy-bitzy babies. They are not forthcoming.'

Now to get to the title of this story. My cat Rudy. Rudy is white with ginger dots or spots, whichever you prefer. The day I met Rudy, my daughter and I wandered into the Pet Shop with a complaining husband tagging along behind. He was moaning silently. I say silently because we weren't listening and thus if no one was hearing him, he was in fact silent. Almost like that saying, when a tree falls in a forest, does it still make a sound? So my husband complained without a sound.
I walked up to the cages with the cats in them, and huddled in the corner was this little white ball. The kitten was all alone and had its back turned to me.
I said in my animal talk voice (you know the one), "Hey, cutie."
The kitten spinned around and sprinted across the cage towards me, as if it recognized my voice.
I pushed my finger between the thin metal bars and stroked its soft, downy baby kitten fur.
The kitten then took both its paws and wrapped them around my finger. I tried to pull my finger away, but it held and I had the strangest feeling that I shouldn't let go.
I called my daughter over and told her, "Go ask your dad if we can have another cat." I was really only being polite asking and my mind was already made up.
She came back after a millisecond had passed, and she exclaimed, "I cannot find him."
You have to agree we did try, although I cannot say whether my daughter actually did go right to the back of the large store or if she did indeed search for him throughout the entire store, but let bygones be bygones.
I waved my hand eagerly at the shop attendant who hurried over, unlocked the cage, pried the kitten off my finger and then handed him to me.
The little bundle fit snuggly in the space under my chin, just above my collarbone - a perfect fit.
Two years later, Rudy and I are inseparable. He waits for me at the gate each afternoon to get home. He runs next to me to the front door when I walk up the pathway. He follows my every move and will be where ever I am. I love him to bits and if ever I did not believe in reincarnation he convinced me that there is a possibility it could be true.
Rudy was meant for me and I was meant for Rudy.


A photo of my Rudy taken in 2011 - Poor thing just woke up :o)


Story first published at Storylane 5 months ago




 

Monday, 7 January 2013

Would you remember ME



Suicide is the third leading cause of death among adolescents and teenagers. In this short story, the writer is fifteen years old, contemplating suicide. In her darkest hour she writes a letter.
Helping a Suicidal Friend or Relative: Info at Befrienders.org
 
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Sunday, 30 December 2012

New Dawn



Eighteen year old Amber’s mom and dad are famous vampires and she grows up in a secluded castle in Scotland, until her parents agree to let her further her studies in the southern hemisphere. She meets and is immediately attracted to Bradley, however she learns that eighteen years ago he imprinted on another girl. When they visit Room Thirteen, where a girl committed suicide on the thirteenth of February, and the ghost knocks her back, proclaiming she is undead, Amber wishes that she grew up in a normal home with a normal family.
 
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Saturday, 24 November 2012

Viral



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How far would you go to have a video go viral? Richard is willing to sell his soul to be the next internet sensation, so when his roommate, the enigmatic, rich and ultimate computer genius, Gareth, suggests an online reality show, he jumps at the opportunity. When the online video goes live, the deep, guttural voiceover announces: "Who will be your favorite? Is it the heartbreakingly sad eight year old girl with the blond pigtails, the pretty brown haired teen homecoming queen, the handsome high school football hero, the black disabled freshman college girl, the homeless nine year old boy with the freckles across his nose and the big, sad eyes or the delinquent fourteen year old black kid who sells drugs on the street corner to feed him and his abused younger sister. Remember, your vote is important." Viral is a mature young adult horror. It contains scenes with language, discrimination and violence.




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Saturday, 10 November 2012

ForNever (YA Romance)


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Heather is just a girl with a dad who always works late and a mom she enjoys watching all her favorite television shows with, until she walks into the house one normal afternoon and is shocked to see the table set for dinner. A dining table which is only used for Christmas lunch. When her mom and dad announce that night they will be getting divorced, Heather is saddened they did not try to stay together and learn to love each other again. She decides then that fornever will she find true love, because love is lost, nowhere to be found in the whole world. Kieran and Jayden moves to the village of Drogheda when they find out where Heather is. For centuries they have followed her across the globe every time her soul is reincarnated. Since the day a witch at the Salem Witch Trials cursed Heather, Kieran and Jayden. When Heather meets Kieran, who reminds her of summer and all things warm and fuzzy, she does not realize the sudden problem she has with her eyes, seeing fleeting shadows in her peripheral vision, are connected to him. Shadows waiting for her to fall in love with him. Then she meets the intense and darkly handsome, Jayden. Who makes her knees feel weak when he looks at her and smiles his sardonic smile. He makes all her senses come alive with excitement. The fate of her soul rests in her own hands and the decision she has to make, which could change their lives forever...

A tale of Magick and Love's First Kiss
 
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Tuesday, 9 October 2012

A fantasy moment with my great-great-great grandchildren?


My great, great ....great granddaughter will be helping her mother in the kitchen. She is a good girl. My great, great, great grandson will be sitting next to me on the porch, not because he wants to, but because he feels an obligation and perhaps his mother told him to.
I will be staring across the rolling hills into the distance as if I can actually see someone there. Every now and again my false teeth will make a smacking noise against my shrunken gums and I will pucker my wrinkled mouth.
I will glance towards him, sitting next to me and his head will be bopping to the music in his head from the minuscule earphones he has plugged into his ears. His lips will move as he sings along with the music, but the words does not leave his lips. It is uncool to sing out loud.
I will reach towards him and lay my spotted, bony hand on his young firm flesh. He will turn towards me curiously.
I'll say, "When I was about five years old, we listened to music on an 8-track."
He'll stare at me and pull one plug from his ear. He'll ask, "Huh?"
"It looked a lot like an Atari Video game cassette."
His frown will deepen and I will sigh. "Later we got cassettes and long playing records." For a moment I will stare into the distance as I recall my very first cassette player and how I could sit for hours when the brown tape snapped and I would lovingly fix it until it played again with just that one little warbled piece at the beginning.
I will continue, "That was before CD's though." I might laugh a little cackle. "They said CD's could never be scratched, but I beg to differ."
He'll reply, smiling at my dumbness, "Gramma, they don't make CD's anymore." He'll stretch his long legs in front of him and put his hands palm down onto the armrests of his chair. He will push himself up and then say casually, "I better go see if my mom needs any help."
I will nod my head silently.
As he walks away, I will turn towards the little square portable FM radio standing on the table next to me. I will pull the silver aerial all the way out and point it in a different direction than the day before.
I will twist the dial between my forefinger and my thumb and through the static I will look for a radio station that probably would not exist anymore.

This was first published at Storylane two months ago.