Tuesday, December 20, 2011
I've just created a QuickQuiz - Brady Bunch Brain Busters
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Friday, December 16, 2011
BACK BURNER
EXTRA , EXTRA , EXTRA
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The delightfully twisted novella , "TEAR AVENGER" will not be on sale @ the Barnes and Nobel
online store. For the next 90 days Amazon.com will have exclusive distribution rights .
http://www.amazon.com/Tear-Avenger-ebook/dp/B0051OE588/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1324022385&sr=8-1
Saturday, December 3, 2011
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
She puts the Super into Natural
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Saturday, November 19, 2011
Cruel and Blue
Tear Teaser :
Victoria puts her elbows on the table and leans into Julian. Taking his hands into hers, she looks deep into his eyes as tears begin to fall from hers.
VICTORIA :
Can I tell you a story Julian?…
Fade to black
The Storyteller
Tear Teaser :
Act 1
Scene 1 - Day / outside /Zimbato’s Pizzeria
.
Julian Zimbato, an aspiring writer, who is also the owner of Zimbato‟s Pizzeria has for months now been searching for inspiration, for a story to tell. And as the old cliché goes, "be careful what you wish for." Julian‟s motivator was not what he ever expected.
It was a sunny warm morning in the city of Philadelphia and the bustle of pedestrians consume the sidewalk on South Street, as well in front of Zimbato‟s Pizzeria. Inside, Julian is in the kitchen preparing a batch of dough. Between the hum of a industrial sized mixer and the clanging of soda bottles by a delivery driver, a faint knock comes to the front door. Julian peeks his head from around a wall, nods and smiles at his early morning visitor. He then checks his watch. It‟s only nine-thirty a.m. The pizzeria does not open until eleven am. He wipes his hands and walks towards the front door.
Mysteriously one month ago, this blond, deep blue eyed, beautiful, young Russian woman came into Julian‟s life. She had similarly come to the door of his restaurant hoping to get a bite to eat. Because of her odd hours at work this was her dinner time. Julian did not see any harm. It is the city after all. People work all sorts of odd hours, so he invited in the unknown woman. She has been coming back once a week for her bite to eat and is about to share something with Julian
Thursday, November 17, 2011
I'm telling you why...
“Revenge is an act of passion; vengeance of justice. Injuries are revenged; crimes are avenged.”
Get Avenged this Christmas , she is checking her list and checking it twice and yes , you better not cry , she knows if you havebeen naughty or nice.... Tear Avenger , a must read .. http://joshuaheights.weebly.com/on-sale-now.html
Forbidden World...
“Last night I had a revelationSomehow I have to make you payIt's all about manipulationAnd what it takes to get my wayI don't believe in soft solutionsNo one makes a fool of meWithout receiving retributionNo one hurts me and goes freeI'll play on your fears, I'll leave you in tearsYou'll never be the same, my friendYou're walking a line, it's a matter of timeYou'll never rest easy againI've got the power to bring you downI've heard it said, to err is humanIt's forgiveness that's divineI thought about forgiving you, butI want revenge, I want what's mineI think it's time to settle scores nowIt's time to set the record straightYou'll know it's coming, you won't know howOr when, you'll have to watch and waitI'll play on your fears, I'll leave you in tearsYou'll never be the same, my friendYou're walking a line, it's a matter of timeYou'll never rest easy againI've got the power to bring you downYou know, it feels intoxicatingTo be intimidatingIt's invigoratingTo see you shakingI've got the power to bring you downYou know something, you see it coming, You know I will stop at nothing.”
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Avenge , It...
“It is often better not to see an insult than to avenge it.” Whatever the wicked abuse , to the earth , the sea , a soul , she knows and will avenge. Tear Avenger, something special to read....
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She knows you have been naughty...
Threaten the oppressed and be prepared to face their onslaught, abuse them and be prepared for an even greater threat.” Avenge it , save it , Love it , Tear Avenger, a must read for the holidays....
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The dragon , the beast and the monster...
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Friday, November 11, 2011
Hard Work Beats Talent , When Talent Does Not Work Hard....
TEAR AVENGER : Working hard to avenge the wicked abuse..... Get Avenged ,http://joshuaheights.weebly.com/on-sale-now.html
Monday, November 7, 2011
Sunday, November 6, 2011
Sample Sunday , Tear Teaser...
Poem / Prologue
Prologue
Most of us have a hobby, a passion let's say, something that puts meaning behind the pursuit. The interest could be anything from gardening to studying the universe to obtain peace of mind, relaxation or even to avenge. However, for young Victoria Pernova her hobby is collecting tears, her mother‟s tears. This passion began when Vicki was nine years old while living with her family in the small middle class town of Ustinov Russia. Her odd habit of tear collecting was fueled by the years of physical and emotional abuse she witnessed her mother (Alexandria) endure from the hands of her father (Constantine).
Constantine was a ferocious alcoholic whose mind was warped by decades as an enforcer for the KGB. While on assignment in the west he was introduced to Christianity. And like anything Connie believed in with all his polluted, heart he would twist the understanding of it into his own fanatical abstracts, and anyone who would test, disagree or confront him about his beliefs would become his enemy. Now, taking his new found passion home with him, Connie forced his disturbing devotions and long, distressing prayers upon his family. As Vicki and Alexandria were seated before Connie in the family‟s parlor room, he would wait for wrong answers and heedless looks to his alcohol induced provoking sermons and his convoluted understanding of the Holy Scriptures. If the sudden outburst of vulgar obscenities that he hurled at his frightened family for not conforming to his way of thinking didn‟t get there undivided attention, he would resort to the one deed he knew could. Violence! Constantine would beat his views into his wife. Viciously attacking her with his blood stained weapon of choice, a thick, leather bound bible. A tool he says was written to teach lost sinners the commandments, his commandments. This entire brutality would always take place in front of little Victoria, who after the beatings would tend to her battered and bruised mother by gently wiping away her endless tears. Victoria would then carefully fold each tissue and place them within the pages of her diary where she wrote down all of the horrific details of her life. During one particularly cold blooded and heinous attack, Victoria found herself cradling her mother‟s lifeless body. The Dragon (what Vicki secretly calls her father) stood behind a makeshift pulpit, stiff as a statue, immersed in a bottle of his liquid salvation, watching the carnage with blood shot malicious eyes. Then, with a surly gait, he slithered behind his only child and in a condescending tone shot wickedness from his tongue. With a frigid hand on his daughters shoulder he said, "See Victoria, see what happens when you sin? God himself is the punisher." And then, ordered his daughter up to her room. Victoria defied her father‟s orders and remained at her mother‟s side. "Honor your father Victoria," roared the dragon as he forcibly lifted her up to her feet not knowing there were two things different about his timid little girl. First, a seed of courage was planted in her heart. And second, she was holding a loaded pearl handled revolver with thoughts of vindication tantalizing her adolescent mind.
Victoria is then adopted by an aunt and uncle and again is witness to sickening abuse. This time her cousin is the victim. Two years go by. Victoria and her just as beautiful cousin, Millanna, find themselves in dire dread. The pair is then sent to America by someone with devious intentions, who sells the teenagers to a psychotic entrepreneur.
His name… Armand Decosta. His business… prostitution and his newest venture a project called EF. This lucrative scheme is an adult website featuring the girls he has purchased in twenty four hour live feeds performing erotic sex acts and often being subjected to abuse by the hands of there so called gentlemen callers. All of the enigmatic entertainment caught secretly by hidden cameras within this posh massage parlor playfully named European Fling that is camouflaged perfectly within the city of Philadelphia. If the girls of EF rebuke their duties, they are threatened with being placed into the hands of the Russian mob, or worse, into the clutches of The Advisor, a thug on Decosta‟s payroll.
Victoria and Millanna are in a lost predicament with no escape or no one to turn to for help, slaves to the sex fiend viewers of the World Wide Web and Armand‟s money machine, until someone in European Fling has had enough. Soon popular figures known throughout the city begin to disappear. Decosta‟s empire is crumbling around him, and the police have no leads and no suspects connected to the missing men. It‟s as if they have just vanished like ghost. But we know who is at work here don‟t we? Ah yes…Tear Avenger.
Tear Avenger
(poem)
Her heart so woeful and torn
She cries for peace entangled in scorn
A witness to the oppression and wicked abuse
That spews from the Dragon‟s ever burning fuse
By the embers glow she quivers from the blows
Endured by the one whose blood pools and flows
Now cradled to her bosom consumed in fear
Daughter consoles mother drowning in tears
As the battered and bruised breathed her last breath
The Dragon stands near smiling at delicious death
And says,
"This daughter dear is the way of the wicked
In hell you will burn because you are afflicted "
Not giving in to the Dragons specter
She slays him dead …… Behold ….. Tear Avenger
Prologue
Most of us have a hobby, a passion let's say, something that puts meaning behind the pursuit. The interest could be anything from gardening to studying the universe to obtain peace of mind, relaxation or even to avenge. However, for young Victoria Pernova her hobby is collecting tears, her mother‟s tears. This passion began when Vicki was nine years old while living with her family in the small middle class town of Ustinov Russia. Her odd habit of tear collecting was fueled by the years of physical and emotional abuse she witnessed her mother (Alexandria) endure from the hands of her father (Constantine).
Constantine was a ferocious alcoholic whose mind was warped by decades as an enforcer for the KGB. While on assignment in the west he was introduced to Christianity. And like anything Connie believed in with all his polluted, heart he would twist the understanding of it into his own fanatical abstracts, and anyone who would test, disagree or confront him about his beliefs would become his enemy. Now, taking his new found passion home with him, Connie forced his disturbing devotions and long, distressing prayers upon his family. As Vicki and Alexandria were seated before Connie in the family‟s parlor room, he would wait for wrong answers and heedless looks to his alcohol induced provoking sermons and his convoluted understanding of the Holy Scriptures. If the sudden outburst of vulgar obscenities that he hurled at his frightened family for not conforming to his way of thinking didn‟t get there undivided attention, he would resort to the one deed he knew could. Violence! Constantine would beat his views into his wife. Viciously attacking her with his blood stained weapon of choice, a thick, leather bound bible. A tool he says was written to teach lost sinners the commandments, his commandments. This entire brutality would always take place in front of little Victoria, who after the beatings would tend to her battered and bruised mother by gently wiping away her endless tears. Victoria would then carefully fold each tissue and place them within the pages of her diary where she wrote down all of the horrific details of her life. During one particularly cold blooded and heinous attack, Victoria found herself cradling her mother‟s lifeless body. The Dragon (what Vicki secretly calls her father) stood behind a makeshift pulpit, stiff as a statue, immersed in a bottle of his liquid salvation, watching the carnage with blood shot malicious eyes. Then, with a surly gait, he slithered behind his only child and in a condescending tone shot wickedness from his tongue. With a frigid hand on his daughters shoulder he said, "See Victoria, see what happens when you sin? God himself is the punisher." And then, ordered his daughter up to her room. Victoria defied her father‟s orders and remained at her mother‟s side. "Honor your father Victoria," roared the dragon as he forcibly lifted her up to her feet not knowing there were two things different about his timid little girl. First, a seed of courage was planted in her heart. And second, she was holding a loaded pearl handled revolver with thoughts of vindication tantalizing her adolescent mind.
Victoria is then adopted by an aunt and uncle and again is witness to sickening abuse. This time her cousin is the victim. Two years go by. Victoria and her just as beautiful cousin, Millanna, find themselves in dire dread. The pair is then sent to America by someone with devious intentions, who sells the teenagers to a psychotic entrepreneur.
His name… Armand Decosta. His business… prostitution and his newest venture a project called EF. This lucrative scheme is an adult website featuring the girls he has purchased in twenty four hour live feeds performing erotic sex acts and often being subjected to abuse by the hands of there so called gentlemen callers. All of the enigmatic entertainment caught secretly by hidden cameras within this posh massage parlor playfully named European Fling that is camouflaged perfectly within the city of Philadelphia. If the girls of EF rebuke their duties, they are threatened with being placed into the hands of the Russian mob, or worse, into the clutches of The Advisor, a thug on Decosta‟s payroll.
Victoria and Millanna are in a lost predicament with no escape or no one to turn to for help, slaves to the sex fiend viewers of the World Wide Web and Armand‟s money machine, until someone in European Fling has had enough. Soon popular figures known throughout the city begin to disappear. Decosta‟s empire is crumbling around him, and the police have no leads and no suspects connected to the missing men. It‟s as if they have just vanished like ghost. But we know who is at work here don‟t we? Ah yes…Tear Avenger.
Tear Avenger
(poem)
Her heart so woeful and torn
She cries for peace entangled in scorn
A witness to the oppression and wicked abuse
That spews from the Dragon‟s ever burning fuse
By the embers glow she quivers from the blows
Endured by the one whose blood pools and flows
Now cradled to her bosom consumed in fear
Daughter consoles mother drowning in tears
As the battered and bruised breathed her last breath
The Dragon stands near smiling at delicious death
And says,
"This daughter dear is the way of the wicked
In hell you will burn because you are afflicted "
Not giving in to the Dragons specter
She slays him dead …… Behold ….. Tear Avenger
Thursday, November 3, 2011
Tear Teaser
http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4799416.Joshua_Heights
DISSOLVED
Two eternal rings blessed together as one
with recited vows about truth , honor and love
looking into each others eyes with hopes and
dreams of a life shared together as an undefeatable
team
Stay loyal , stay strong and be sure to stay involved
because if you let your love slip but just an inch your
family like a pill will completely be dissolved
DISSOLVED
Two eternal rings blessed together as one
with recited vows about truth , honor and love
looking into each others eyes with hopes and
dreams of a life shared together as an undefeatable
team
Stay loyal , stay strong and be sure to stay involved
because if you let your love slip but just an inch your
family like a pill will completely be dissolved
Tear Teaser
http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/11152424-tear-avenger
In your phantazm you lean into her and passionately kiss, those
ruby red lips, breaking the seal to a tongue wiggleing hiss
In your phantazm you lean into her and passionately kiss, those
ruby red lips, breaking the seal to a tongue wiggleing hiss
Tear Teaser...
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She’s a Vampire with red tipped fangs, radars to a lonely
mans pangs , like the wind she appears but her lips still sealed
as that depression of her freakled covered breast oozing out of
that low cut black dress has you immobilized , tranquilized !
Getting inspired
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Writing Tear Avenger 2 this chilly eve , headphones on and turned up just enough to drown out the world around me . Like my own private planet.....
Writing Tear Avenger 2 this chilly eve , headphones on and turned up just enough to drown out the world around me . Like my own private planet.....
Writng tonight :)
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Lips 0f Seekers
Lips of seekers their passions sealed
Only the kiss from a secret prince is their erotic sin
revealed
Her cored out soul is a tangle of flames as she roams
the squares hunting for you, fare game
Her wicked beauty comes complete with scarlet hair ,
eyes the color , the valley of despair
And while you are lapping at the black widow branding on her inner thigh
she will suck your brain, to emulsified
http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4799416.Joshua_Heights
Lips 0f Seekers
Lips of seekers their passions sealed
Only the kiss from a secret prince is their erotic sin
revealed
Her cored out soul is a tangle of flames as she roams
the squares hunting for you, fare game
Her wicked beauty comes complete with scarlet hair ,
eyes the color , the valley of despair
And while you are lapping at the black widow branding on her inner thigh
she will suck your brain, to emulsified
http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4799416.Joshua_Heights
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
Gone , just like that!
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Tear Teaser :
Victoria and Millanna are in a lost predicament with no escape or no one to turn to for help, slaves to the sex fiend viewers of the World Wide Web and Armand‟s money machine, until someone in European Fling has had enough. Soon popular figures known throughout the city begin to disappear. Decosta‟s empire is crumbling around him, and the police have no leads and no suspects connected to the missing men. It‟s as if they have just vanished like ghost. But we know who is at work here don‟t we? Ah yes…Tear Avenger
There is more behind the beauty
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Tear Teaser :
His name… Armand Decosta. His business… prostitution and his newest venture a project called EF. This lucrative scheme is an adult website featuring the girls he has purchased in twenty four hour live feeds performing erotic sex acts and often being subjected to abuse by the hands of there so called gentlemen callers. All of the enigmatic entertainment caught secretly by hidden cameras within this posh massage parlor playfully named European Fling that is camouflaged perfectly within the city of Philadelphia. If the girls of EF rebuke their duties, they are threatened with being placed into the hands of the Russian mob, or worse, into the clutches of The Advisor, a thug on Decosta‟s payroll.
Tear Teaser :
His name… Armand Decosta. His business… prostitution and his newest venture a project called EF. This lucrative scheme is an adult website featuring the girls he has purchased in twenty four hour live feeds performing erotic sex acts and often being subjected to abuse by the hands of there so called gentlemen callers. All of the enigmatic entertainment caught secretly by hidden cameras within this posh massage parlor playfully named European Fling that is camouflaged perfectly within the city of Philadelphia. If the girls of EF rebuke their duties, they are threatened with being placed into the hands of the Russian mob, or worse, into the clutches of The Advisor, a thug on Decosta‟s payroll.
Here I come to Avenge your world..
Tear Teaser :
Most of us have a hobby, a passion let‟s say, something that puts meaning behind the pursuit. The interest could be anything from gardening to studying the universe to obtain peace of mind, relaxation or even to avenge. http://joshuaheights.weebly.com/on-sale-now.html
Saturday, October 29, 2011
Forbidden World
Tear Avenger Teasers: Poem from chapter 7
Forbidden World
The minds of the innocent painted in peace and harmony
Are sold into a reality of sadistic matrimony
Showered with ribbons for their hair
And designer clothes to wear
They are slaves drowning in a sexual despair
Forbidden world
Forbidden world
Where dark phantoms and black shadows whirl
Forbidden world
Forbidden world
A land of erotica
And lost little girls
Is there an escape
Or is it just a dream
A haywire matrix?
A cunning scheme?
Threats and brutality
Are the language of the master
Who devise secret meetings
Of devastating disasters
Trapped
Like in a spell
It's a living hell
In this forbidden world
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Tear Avenger making it happen..
Tear Teaser :
"If we sleep with the light on he won't come in. My mommy told me once when we were hiding from the Dragon, that evil only survives in the dark and light exposes its weakness. I'm going to turn on the light" said Victoria wiggling out from underneath the bed. "Everything will be okay."
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Careful , not to fall into her trap..
Tear Teaser :
"Your face Natasha!" Vicki assessed the damage done by the would be rapist and murderer.
"Yes he punched me, but it's a small price to pay for life." Natasha‟s words wrapped around Victoria's heart and awakened her to how precious life is and that how she was going to end hers.
"God works in mysterious ways," whimpered Victoria.
"He does and I am forever indebted to you Victoria." The two girls were embracing on the floor, when all of a sudden Natasha passionately kissed Victoria who did not pull away from the bold move.
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Friday, October 28, 2011
Tear Avenger , the novella , She'll F#$@ U UP
Tear Avenger Teaser :
Victoria
Stress? Well that's my specialty. Why don't you let me relieve some of that stress, Honey! Just like you did last week and the week before that and all the months you have been coming here with your sick requests treating me and the other girls you see like pigs. Pushing us around and threatening us to relieve your stress! I don't know who you are mister, but you must be someone important the way you sneak in here hiding that wedding ring in your pocket just to get that pathetic pecker (pointing at groin) de-stressed! Hmmm! I wonder what your wife or your family would think of your disgusting hairy back and fat ass on camera being the pervert you really are. What do you think they would say about that baby? ... http://joshuaheights.weebly.com/on-sale-now.html
Hotter then ......ev..errr
Tear Avenger Teaser :
The girl is slowly massaging up and down man's spine. Her breasts gently touch his shoulder as she leans into his ear to whisper something
Beautiful Girl
(in a sexy voice)
Turn over honey, all done
She fixes her top teasingly.
Beautiful Girl
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Be a victim...
Tear Avenger Teaser :
Responding to the compelling moment Constantine shakily stands and pushes his chair away from dining room table. In a low drunken bellow he says to his frightened family "Those who God wishes to destroy he first drives mad." He exits the room with a satanic giggle and then fades into the glow of the parlor room that is warmed by the eeriness of the dancing fire. Get your blood stained copy here... http://joshuaheights.weebly.com/on-sale-now.html
La di da... I am a naughty girl....
Tear Avenger Teaser :
Mysteriously, one month ago, this blond, deep blue eyed, beautiful, young Russian woman came into Julian‟s life.
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
Well ?
She awaites you still, La di Da I am a naughty girl , here I come to avenge your world .. http://joshuaheights.weebly.com/on-sale-now.html
Sunday, October 16, 2011
Exerpt.....
Blood spurted from the wound as the 2 x 4 was attached to the man‟s head like it was meant to be there.
Sting
After a week off , Joshua Heights is back to writing , Be like a Bee and put your life into the sting..
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
Tear Avenger, A blog of battiness.........
Tear Avenger
If two witches would watch two watches, which witch would watch which watch?
If two witches would watch two watches, which witch would watch which watch?
Enjoy an updated version of the TEAR AVENGER official book trailer , available on the nook , kindle , and lulu.com platforms.......
Tear Avenger now causing havoc on creatspace.com
WHERE MONSTERS PLAY
(excerpt from the novella Tear Avenger by Joshua Heights)
Deep in the mind of man
there is a place where the cravings for wickedness began.
In that shadowy hallway of diminished life
weeds of cruelty and anger grow with might
– allowing evil thoughts to embed in the hemispheres
causing the possessed soul to feed off another's fears.
These dastardly desires are crook,
causing uncontrollable yearnings
as natural as a deer pants for a brook
Oh where in the mind does this brutality bloom ?
Well….one might say …..
it is in you too –
it is the place, Where Monsters Play Copyright 2011 by Joshua Heights https://www.createspace.com/3615631
Thursday, August 25, 2011
La di da..... Exerpt , read if you dare......
"You haven't felt anything yet baby" said Natasha, climbing on top of Dick as she straddled his back. In her hand is the saturated cloth of chloroform that she blindly lifted from the shelf. Inching up his to mid back she bent over and kissed his shoulders and whispered in his ear this spooky jingle, "La di da, I am a naughty girl, you shouldn't sham, you know who I am."
"Who are you, you naughty girl?" asked a groggy Dick.
With that said Natasha forcibly reached under the table and plunged the wet rag over Dick's nose and mouth. He struggled for a moment trying to pull her hands away and knock her off, but the dose was too potent. Dick collapsed into a deep flaccid sleep.
Natasha quickly hopped off Dick, blew her straight bangs out of her face, and said to her sleeping victim "Well… I'm the tear avenger you simple fool."
Vintage Tear Avenger video... a must see
Exerpt , from TEAR AVENGER
On the nightstand next to the bed were the tools that caused her condition we now know as blue aquanaut. A bent silver spoon, a hypodermic needle with the plunger fully depressed a lighter a quart of vodka with dark pink lipstick around the rim. Victoria was immersed in an opium alcohol filled aquarium. Her brain was not thinking or reasoning just bobbing in her skull much the same as a dissolving bouillon cube. Then slowly turning her head in a hydrodynamic way towards the bedroom window she watched, mesmerized at the dramatic nocturnal performance of raindrops the sagging and weaving branches of the ghostly oak and the flickering shadows upon her wall. The turbulent trio rocked her to sleep like a demented lullaby. The longer she gazed deeply the more her eyes slowly nodded like withering roses sending her off to a freakish nightmare about dragons, monsters, and misery... oh my.
Thursday, August 18, 2011
SHAREING SPACE
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| Be nice Tear Avenger, make friends with the other books. TEAR AVENGER now available @ Phillys own Port Richmond Books |
Shelve Space
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| Tear Avenger now on the shelves @ Port Richmond Books in Philadelphia P.A. Such a cool place , thousands of books and secret cinema, ask me about it..... |
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
The spinning of threads...
Two very nice folks I would not have meet if it were not for Tear Avenger. How the spinning of threads uncovers your destiny..... In this pic with copy of Tear Avenger Greg Gillespie, owner of Port Richmond Books and Sally the manager :)....... INDIE BOOKSELLERS ALIVE AND WELL IN PHILLY !
She is available on the street !
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Wednesday, July 13, 2011
What is your 'If Not Now, When?' moment?
God is the friend of silence. See how nature - trees, flowers, grass- grows in silence; see the stars, the moon and the sun, how they move in silence... We need silence to be able to touch souls.
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Back from short hiatus....
Hello all , Well I am back writing , updateing and creating after personal 911 . First on the get done list, Knight in the Forest of the Pons........ stay tuned
Sunday, June 19, 2011
Thursday, June 16, 2011
Sunday, June 12, 2011
Welcome all from Kindle boards and happy Sample Sunday !!!
Chapter 2
Fire Breathing Dragon
“There is no story more moving to me, personally than one in which one woman saves the life of another, and saves herself, and slays whatever dragon has appeared.”
- Alice Walker
(ten years ago)
Sunday,
The feeble beginnings of morning light appeared a leprous grey white outside the window of fourteen year old Victoria Pernova’s bed room. She is only awake at this hour on Sunday because of her father’s, (Constantine), need for fervent fellowship. Sundays have more ferocity about them than any other day, because he says its God’s day. At exactly , the unpuritanical preaching from the fire breathing dragon will commence in the family’s parlor room. There, the twisted teachings of scripture will be a flame, all fueled by Constantine
Victoria’s mother, (Alexandria) quietly peeks her head into her daughter’s room, and with a nervous smile murmurs, “Please be downstairs soon, Vicki. You know how (looking over her shoulder) the dragon hates tardiness.”
Victoria in her delicate voice responds with a simple, “Yes mother.” She stands in front of a full length mahogany mirror wearing a pretty baby blue dress with white flowers stitched around the cuffs and hem. After the last stroke of a brush through her long blond hair, Victoria Victoria Victoria
Victoria then smoothes out a few wrinkles from her dress, exits her room and descends a century old staircase. The wood under her feet creaks and moans as if the floor were worn out arthritic bones. Through a hall way nearing the dining room, the aroma of her mother’s apple and cinnamon oatmeal cover Victoria
“All have sinned and come short of the glory of Gawd! So all shall face death! Unless they accept the way of Sal--vaa--tion that Gawd has pro-vii-ded,” the flickering shadow proclaimed.
Suddenly, and all at once, the dragon stumbles into the dining room table. Rattling dishes and silver wear he causes his wife and daughter to violently leap out of their skin. On his knees next to his chair Constantine struggles to stand. Once to his feet, he pounds his fist to the table as if slamming a gavel on a death sentence. He begins yelling and searing the air with fiery words until oxygen deprived. While his barrel shaped body appears to melt into his chair. A wrath of silence fills the kitchen.
Both Alexandria and Victoria are motionless and staring into their breakfast dishes as Constantine once again pounds the table. With his fist tight and knuckles white he glares deep and hard at his wife as pods of sweat pulse from his forehead. The stench of alcohol bleeds from his pores. Constantine Alexandria
Pressing his hands together in front of his face as in prayer, Constantine sits quietly while Alexandria and Victoria begin to eat their breakfast resembling two life deflated prisoners.
Letting out a long dramatic sigh a lofty smile consumes Connie’s doughy face at the same time he slowly shakes his oblong head back and forth looking flabbergasted. Paying attention to her husband’s mannerisms by only moving her eyes in his direction he captures her careful scan. Both of them are now in locked sight. Alexandria
The dragon with a mien like a tiger ready to pounce leaps from his chair, knocking it over in his wake. He clamps down on a handful of Alexandria’s hair violently jerking her head back as if she was rear ended by a speeding semi.
With terror sprayed over her face Alexandria Victoria
Now standing over his wife still gripping her hair Constantine holds Alexandria’s head cocked back in an abnormal position and in a low subterranean growl utters, “Charm can be deceiving my dear and beauty fades away (shouting now) But a woman who honors the lord deserves to be praised! You! You, deserve punishment!” The dragon drones while twisting the hair he is gripping tighter and tighter, so tight that Alexandria
“Please Connie please! What did I do? What did I do?” cried Alexandria
“What did you do? What did you do? You ask. You don’t even know when you sin? You wicked woman! What did you do?” blasted the dragon, spitting into the face of his hysterical hostage. The yellowy mucus landing under Alexandria
Practically unable to speak, Alexandria in a stuttered whimpering whisper says “I’m sorry Constantine, Please let go of my hair, please! It hurts so bad, you’re ripping it out of my head.”
Little droplets of blood began to ooze from the detaching roots of her hair. The more she pleaded the more he twisted tighter. The ooze turned into a drip and the drip into streams running down her forehead and her neck and the dragon enjoyed this.
Victoria slowly lifted her head from out of her hands and her eyes are greeted with a black look of the thug.
“Learn from your mother’s sins Victoria” said Constantine to his shuddering daughter. He proceeds to reach around with his free hand and squeeze then pull extremely hard at Alexandria’s breast causing her to shrill long and loudly at the pain.
“Don’t toy with God my love” sobs Constantine mockingly. “I’m sorry you say? Are you asking for forgiveness?”
“Yes!” wailed Alexandria
“Are you a gluttonous pig?” asks Connie as he pulverizes her breast once again.
“Yes Connie! Yes! Yes! Yes! Please forgive me moans Alexandria through the pain.
Constantine raises his eyes to his daughter and with a look of extreme hatred released the breast of his wife and thrust her head forward with such force a heap of bloody hair was left in his sweaty hand.
Defiantly wiping away her tears Alexandria quickly tucked her exposed breast into her bra and closed her blouse. Embarrassment poured over her face and with exhaustion sobbed into her hands saying the words “I am sorry Victoria, I am sorry Victoria” over and over again.
Postured and looking undaunted by his wicked actions, Constantine sees his daughter still quivering like that frozen blade of grass and walks to her side as she cries into her oatmeal that now appears as rain saturated soil. Connie places a hand on Victoria
With shame burrowed throughout her body, Alexandria once again tearfully pleads, “Don’t hurt her, Please don’t you hurt her.”
The dragon then kissing his daughter quietly on the top of her head says to his wife with a civil tongue, “On the contrary Alexandria, you are the one tormenting this poor child. You, with your sinful ways force God to take out your iniquities on our daughter.”
Letting go of Victoria’s head Constantine walks slowly towards Alexandria still seated at her chair and stands before her. He looks down at her and with a coy smile backhands her across the mouth.
Nose to nose he scolds her saying “Do you understand that!?”
He emphasizes his question with another closed back hand to the mouth. The sound of the strike to the face of his wife was that of a thick twig snapping in half under a bores hoof in a quiet forest.
Eyes shut tight and squeezing out tears Victoria swallows the moment and with all her tattered heart hopes it is just a nightmare. But she knows it is not. She looks over at her mother still weeping into the palms of her shivering hands and at the Dragon eating his porridge away. Victoria Victoria Alexandria
“Oh mommy,” chirps Victoria tenderly as she lovingly sets the ice pack onto her mother’s bulging lips.
The pores of the white towel absorb the watery droplets of saliva and blood as Alexandria winces from the icy cold and pain combination and fills the silent room with a sharp cry.
Responding to the compelling moment Constantine shakily stands and pushes his chair away from dining room table. In a low drunken bellow he says to his frightened family “Those who God wishes to destroy he first drives mad.” He exits the room with a satanic giggle and then fades into the glow of the parlor room that is warmed by the eeriness of the dancing fire.
Holding on to her mother Victoria waits for the Dragon to be gone and secretly whispers into Alexandria’s ear, Can we leave this place mommy, Lets go to the city.”
We can’t says Alexandria shaking her head nervously. “No not just yet.”
From the parlor Constantine (muttering) beckons his incarcerated flock to be in attendance before his pugnacious pulpit for this Sunday morning’s Bible brain bashing. Seated on two metal fold out chairs positioned in front of the dragon were Alexandria bruised, swelled, sniveling and Victoria nailed with a look of doom. Both mother and daughter seem as though they have been sucked into a terrorizing passive matrix.
The parlor room is engulfed in the ambient crackle from the flames within the old stone fire place. The curtains are drawn, for privacy? Maybe But more likely to shield the outside world from what takes place on Gawd’s day at the Pernova household. Two items of high importance sit atop the crudely made pulpit that Connie is swaying behind. First, a ninety proof bottle of unholy water, Second a weather beaten leather bound blood stained bible. The Dragon clears his throat then blesses it with the clear blood of his demon and the fuse is lit. With hands open, palms up, arms outstretched, and his forehead creased into a frown a wildly crazed grin washes over Constantine’s face. He then as if a figment in his dirty little mind yells “Action!” The readings and ranting begin.
“Bow your heads in prayer,” dictates the power hungry preacher. As his captive audience complies fearfully, he continues. “Dear Lord, I ask you today to help these poor helpless sinners that come before us this wonderful morning. And compel them to SEARCH their sorrowful souls to ask for forgiveness and to repent .TEACH THEM, Oh lord and savior, to… be… OBIDIENT, to be good listeners of the TRUTH! Orrr (he scows down at his family) if they continue in their sinful ways a good father MUST chastise to obtain their full attention. Help them, oh lord I SAY! Help these proud, pathetic sinners so they can be accepted into the promise land.”
Leaning over his pulpit, glaring at his daughter, he says in a spellbinding tone, “Victoriaaa?”
With no significance in her eyes she meets her father’s boiling hot look. “Yes father?” She sighs with apprehension reaching for her mother’s hand who is seated next to her. In union they tremble at the Dragons words.
“It is written Victoria
With a wicked grin the dragon continues, “My special, special little one, for your father and for your own lost black heart. You must search deep inside yourself and list for me and your father in heaven all the dirty secret sins you committed this week. Go upstairs into room and work on this assignment and when you are completed come to me by the warm fire so we can discuss just how vile you are. The lord will bless you my child and I will bless you -- with suitable punishment, because we both know the law, don’t we Victoriaaa?” finishes the dragon.
Alexandria squeezes her daughter’s hand, a prompt to respond to those dagger like eyes waiting for one.
“Yes daddy, I understand.” replies Vicki in a robotic chant. Victoria stands and lets go of her mother’s hand and suddenly feels stranded in a hellish whirlpool as her father comes to her, bends to one knee and embraces her, filling his daughter’s body with stroke like symptoms. The look on Victoria
“Smile sweetie!” said the dragon in a crazed giddy voice. “Count it all joy! Even in your trials count it all joy!” Popping Victoria on her bottom, Constantine points to the door and orders her up to her room and with flapping and wiggling fingers sings “flutter away butterfly flutter away.”
With Victoria
“Why don’t you look at me wife? Wicked people runaway when no one chases them” the dragon spurts roguishly.
Alexandria, feeling the sickness of her husband’s miserable and hopeless eyes pressing on her brings her hands away from her face revealing a swollen deformity. Now staring at the man who did this to her watching him smiling at his dirty deed, she opens her mouth as to say something then thought for moment and only snorted in disgust.
“I see temptation threatens woman” says Connie diabolically. He then sips more of his potion, expels a vulgar “ahhhh,” and wipes dribble away from his bearded chin. He is staring hard at Alexandria
Out of nowhere, like a unsuspected gust of wind, Alexandria catches Connie off guard blowing this whisper at him, “The pleasing talk of an enemy hides more evil plans that can be counted,” adding a condescending smirk of her own from her bulging, cracked, and blood stained lips.
Alexandria could see anger begin to surge onto the face of the dragon. Ears becoming that familiar bright red color and the veins inside of his forehead and neck pulsing as though the rhythmic beat of savages about to attack was playing in his mind.
Like a volcano, hot words erupted from the dragon’s mouth, “Hiding vile thoughts behind smooth talk is like a clay pot with a cheap glaze, Alexandriaaaaa! Do you want to go toe to toe with parables? Just remember don’t doubt in darkness as you stand before someone who is heartless” smiles the dragon, proud of his poetic frenzy.
With more confidence building, Alexandria
Then, like a tsunami, Constantine snatches the blood stained bible and blast towards Alexandria holding the good book like a spear. Alexandria Alexandria
Then, after a blow to the top of Alexandria’s head with the leather bound bible with enough pressure to pulverize concrete she was dazed and confused but not down for the count. Out of her mind, Alexandria
The dull heavy blows from kicks and punches combined with vulgar and obscene language reverberated throughout the old house like a tornado ripping off the roof and swirled violently around Victoria trapping her in its wake. Her mother’s cries for mercy were endless and the pleading broke Victoria
“Sinner! Sinner! Sinner!” thrashed the dragon, relentlessly pounding on his wife’s body inflicting contusion upon contusion, enveloping Alexandria in his web of willful damage. Every nook and cranny of the Pernova household was painted in misery that dreadful morning with no escape from the mayhem until Constantine, the wicked machine fueled with fury maxed out on extreme hatred.
Next, think of diving into a pool and how all of a sudden silence fills the space around you. This is now what Victoria
Now standing in the door way, Victoria Victoria
Constantine stood stiff like a statue in the wake of a sun beam streaming through an opening in the curtains with an empty bottle of madness in one hand and the blood stained massacred bible in the other. “Licentious harlot,” he snarled. “Sinful bitch You received what you deserved!” he finished as he sucked from the empty vodka bottle waiting for the one last wretched drop to reach his lips. One could see long vertical deep scratches running down both cheeks of his doughy face, a sign that Alexandria was able to be on the offensive, even if only for but a moment.
Victoria’s insides quaked from the secret rumblings of hatred that were shouting at her father, “I hate you! I hate you!” the words echoed in her mind. This was a new feeling for young Victoria
The wicked bastard smiled broadly maybe feeling the mental fiery darts his daughter was shooting at him and said with a raspy growl “I see evilness swims in your blood also. Just like it does in that!” pointing to Alexandria lying motionless on the floor groaning in pain.
Breaking off from the dragon’s ominous glare Victoria quickly made her way over to her mother’s side pushing and shoving toppled furniture out of her way. She then kneeled down next to her mother and heaved the curio cabinet from atop her mother with animal like strength revealing the damage done.
Alexandria drifting in and out of consciousness with shear will swallowed hard, licked her blood stained swollen lips and attempted to speak to her daughter but only two short voiceless breaths escaped as her life dwindled out her. Victoria Victoria
“I love you mommy,” whispered Victoria, “Goodbye, mommy, Goodbye.”
The sunbeam that was warming Victoria’s back was eclipsed by the presence of the dragon now standing behind her unaware of what was brewing within his daughter.
“God works in mysterious ways little one and his wrath is mighty for those who continue to sin, as you can see” the dragon said cold heartedly forcing a frigid blanket of goose bumps to the back of Victoria’s neck. “Your mother was a wicked worthless woman. I tried to rescue her but …. Tisk, tisk, tisk.”
Tugging on a lock of Victoria’s long blond hair Constantine ordered his daughter up to her room so he could tend to the mess in parlor. Victoria
“Run along up to your room butterfly. Let daddy alone now, sweetly spoke the dragon as if nothing at all was the matter.
Again Victoria stood her ground and again the dragon tugged. Rage billowed in both of them. Victoria was defiant as the dragon now placed both of his large strong hands on each side of her head and squeezed them tightly as a vice and cruelly lifted her to her feet.
Constantine flinches back with surprise in his eyes then chuckled. Careful little fox. Don’t want to hurt yourself.”
And with a more sinister sneer Connie says, “Now, what do you intend to do? You little …wicked …. Monster. You’re a witch just like that one,” again pointing to the lifeless body of Alexandria.
“Give me the gun sweetie. Give... it... to... daddy.” hissed the dragon.
Victoria’s eyebrows raised and with an enchanted look upon her face took one daring step towards the dragon who grinned wildly saying, “You possessed little bitch what do you think you’re going to do? Hmm?”
“Why, slay the dragon of course, DADDY!” said Victoria with what one would think was a devious smile of her own. And with all her might, she pulled the trigger sending a lone spiraling bullet right between the eyes of that fire breathing bastard’s oblong head forcing him to the floor landing next to his murdered wife. Blood oozed from the wound as the life of the dragon withered away forever.
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