. April 2014
Story Building 25 ____________________________ Contest 7 ____________________________ Lost It All (SS) 12 ____________________________ Goodbye Not Hello (P) 36 ____________________________ A Sweeter Love (P) 18 ____________________________ Poe’s Blood: Eyes Wide Shut (SS) 31 ____________________________ Book Corner: Evren 22
Ghosts of the Past Chapter 2 37 ____________________________ Unbound and Unchained Chapter 1 47 ____________________________ Wishes(P) 29 ____________________________ Yearning (P) 47 ____________________________ The Wolf & His Mate(P) 46 ____________________________ Credits 6
CEO :: Hope Williams Editors :: Hope Williams Allie Caminali Content Supervisors :: Keeta Betony Jasmine MacGregor Atazoth Mabuz Writers :: Hope Williams Keeta Betony Jasmine Macgregor Angelique DeVane Aria Wolfe Arianna Phenix Allie Caminali Trance Vallejo LadyAriannaPhenix
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Deja Vu. Write a 500-word sketch of a scene in which a character has an experience that causes her to recall a startlingly similar past experience. Juxtapose the two scenes, the present one and the past one, on top of each other, writing, for instance, two or three sentences of the present moment, then alternating back and forth between present and past that way. Show the reader the remembered scene by use of Italics. Why would a character be haunted like this? Think of a convincing reason for the deja vu experience. Or don’t worry too much about convincing reasons—just let some strange set of events impinge on the present moment of your character. Be playful with the relationship. Simple advice to beginners: don’t be heavy-handed. It’s easier said than done, I know, but you can train yourself to relax and honor your readers with difficult and unusual human patterns of behavior. Always flatter your readers by proposing a complex and unexpected reality.
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By Allie Caminali The rain beat down furiously on Nakita Blackwell’s back as she paced the quiet streets of Detroit Michigan. The sound of the rain hitting the puddles forming in the street did a lot to relax her mind from the day’s events. She didn’t know why she always had to fight with Brandon, but it seemed like it was almost constant now, and every time she just wanted to get away. So she walked the cool air. It was her only way to feel better when all she wanted to do was cry. The lightening was blazing through the sky, creating a lightshow for the large city to see. It calmed her in a weird way, and she had to stop and admire it as she walked up the steps to her house with a smile. ‘The night will get better. It always does,’ she thought to herself before walking up to the door and opening it. It was dark and quiet in her house. Not a single peep whispered through the house. The only sound that entered Nakita’s ears was the sound of her own wet shoes padding through the house. “Brandon?!” her voice echoed through the dark and eerie rooms. Nothing answered her. Not a single sound. “I swear... If you left, I will be so pissed at you,” she told herself as she made her way through all the rooms
in her house. The last room was the bedroom they shared. The light was in, illuminating the small dark hallway. A smile played at Nakita’s lips as she realized that he just must have been sleeping. Nakita’s movements were slow as she placed her hand on the door. Her smile faded as a bad feeling struck her like the lightening outside. Something was wrong... Very wrong. She threw the door open and rushed into the room. It seemed so normal at first, and then she finally looked around the room. Blood coated the blue old carpet, pooling around an unconscious body. Another man... No, not a man, a friend of both hers and Brandon’s. His name was Jared. He was a friend, and a cousin to Brandon. He sat at the desk, a knife moving hypnotizing in his hand as he stared at the body of her beloved. She moved slowly across the floor, her eyes on the man at the desk. A once very good friend of hers... Someone she trusted with everything she had. Her feet collided with the body behind her and Nakita finally found the will to look down at Brandon’s form laying on the ground. His eyes were opened, betraying the man in front of her as his killer. There was a deep gash across his throat, blood pouring from the precisely traced line. His hands and body was bruised. He must have been trying to fight his cousin off when he came in. Nakita looked up to Jared to see the bloodied hands, scratches across his face from Brandon’s nails, and a black eye beginning to form.
Nakita looked back down to the man before her. This was a man she wanted to spend the rest of her life with. There was so much she had to tell him... So much. Nakita knelt down slowly, trying not to disturb the other in the room and provoke him. She placed a small hand on Brandon’s body, only realizing that he was still warm. She bent down quickly to listen for a hear beat, only to have a faint trace of a pounding behind his chest. Nakita quickly looked up to see that Jared had moved before her. He didn’t say anything... He just stared down at her with a blank expression on his face. After a few moments, a smile began to tug at his lips, his eye lit up like life finally poured back into his body. Nakita felt as though she would puke from the sight as his smile turned demented. He looked once more between both Nakita and Brandon before he turned and walked out the door. Nakita waited for the door to close before she looked back down to Brandon. Her eyes began to flood with tears, no coherent words coming out. Brandon moved his head to stare at her and he managed to muster a smile. He slowly reached a hand out and placed it in her lap. He tried to speak, but only the gurgling of blood managed to slip his delicate lips. “No!” Nakita managed to scream as she grabbed onto Brandon’s hand. She bent over, placing her head onto his blood chest. “Please Brandon... Please don’t leave me!” she screamed out. He didn’t respond to her. She rushed quickly to the house
hone, her hands shaking as she dialed 911. She looked back to Brandon’s form, his chest ceasing to move from breaths. She began to cry harder as the woman answered the 911 call. “Help me,” she whispered with a cry. “He came in and killed him... He just... Killed him,” she whispered out before everything went black as she fainted. That moment would change her life for good. Nothing would be the same, and there was nothing she could do to get past the grizzly sight of someone she loved laying helplessly on the floor. But eventually, you always move on, and Nakita found a way to as well.
By AngeliqueDevane Imvu i never knew a love that could be sweeter then your's there are no words to say how much i care for you as iv said so many times you are everything to me i would walk through fire just to feel your touch again my heart is bound to you for all time if i had to i wait a thousand years to see you again i would do it i have loved an lost but i would not give up what we have now as each goes by i feel more an more in love with you i know i have never really said to your face i do know that you know how much i do love you i am so happy to have a man like you.
As the sun goes down, everything turns You look up high as you see the sky burn The mountains fading, beginning to look more like trees Like something out of one of my fantasies The lake flowed a deep crimson Like the aftermath of the last kill of the assassin But even though this warped place Will vanish when I wake without a trace I will always remember the crimson scene Of the sunset warped dream
By Keeta Betony Hello and welcome to the book corner. This months book is Evren by Marian Tee. It's about a spunky young girl named Delilah, or Deli as she likes to be called, and how her world gets thrust into the mythical world of Dragons, or Evren. After her car is attacked, killing her parents and almost killing her and her sister, two Evren brothers happen upon her. One question would change her and one answer will kill her. "Do you wish to live?" Especially with two very cute Evren. What would any normal High School girl do? Live of course. This book is about courage and love. It's about struggling through the hardships. It's very entertaining and keeps you guessing about the relationship between Deli and the older brother, Lucian. You are easily drawn in to the hilarious world of Deli while she trains to be Evren. You won't be able to put it down and will be begging for more when it's over but have no fear, EVREN 2: The Dragon's Soulmate, will be released in April. It has a 4.0 out of 5 stars on Amazon and is currently $2.99 to download on a Kindle. I hope you all enjoy Deli as much as I have and happy reading.
By Allie Caminali THEME AND PREMISE As a writer, we need to be able to take advantage of a lot of helpful tips to be able to help us progress our story. A big thing I learned in a creative writing class I took was Theme and Premise. Every story needs to have one in order to move forward with it and be able to complete it. It is what your story is defined by, and what all the actions your characters are going to take will lead them to do. WHAT IS THEME AND PREMISE? Theme and Premise are what you want to sit and figure out before you even figure your characters out. You need to know what you’re writing about before you write, don’t you? So before you begin to look up pictures for what you want your character to look like, or you think of where you want your story to take place, or you do your research on the places or things you want to use, sit down and write down a simple word and sentence. But
what are they? So you start with a theme. Theme is one word used to describe your story. It’s normally a feeling or an action. The most common one you see in stories is “love”. People eat up romance stories like it is candy. Other examples that you can use are “pain”, “murder”, “friendship”, “family”, ectra. Now that you have that one word you want your story to revolve around, you need a premise. What about that one word do you want your reader to get out of your story? What do you want your character to take from this one word? What is the entire point to the story? A premise is just a small sentence. It does not need to be long at all. A good example is your theme is “love” is “Love conquers all”. See! It’s as simple as that. You should only ever have one premise for your story if it is a short story. But if it is a novel, add more. There are so many different premises that you can use. Things like: “Family” – “Friends may come and go, but family is forever.” “Pain” – “No matter what pain you may be in, there is always a reason to move on.” “Murder” – “Getting away with murder.” PUTTING IT ALL TOGETHER Now that you have your theme and premise, what’s next? Now is the time to sit and build your character. Your hero, heroine, bad guy, and all the minor characters. Using your theme and premise, you can build who will push for what, how they will behave, and what you want the bad
guys in your story to do to try to break that premise, or even what he will do to help it. You can also build your setting, and if you did any research on things you want in the story, such as myth, facts, people, ectra. Remember to stick to your theme and premise, no matter what they are through the story. If you break from that, it will make your story hard to read, and not make since to where you are going with it. It will help you to be able to know where your story is going, and will help you build onto the end.
By Arianna Phenix On Monday I wished that time moved more slowly, Our weekend ended while i was settling in to it's grasp. Now I want to skip the time between now and next Friday, But I don't want to wish my life away. I have wasted my affections on the undeserving, They told me we were perfect and left with part of my heart. I wish I knew what I wanted sooner, But I wouldn't want to miss out on what I found. Would I have been able to love in the past? I'm not sure if I understood what was involved. Would you have been ready for me last year? Or were you busy becoming you? I would say I wish I met you before I did, But I could never wish away what I have...
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by Trance Vallejo His fingers stroked the hair away from her face. Leaning down he hovered his lips mere inches from her soft pout. Knowing he exuded power and sexuality, he let her revel in the heat of his body being so near to hers. Stroking her face with his fingers, he slowly slid down her body. Resting his head on her breasts, his hands stroked down her sides. His breath repeatedly sent waves of warmth over her flesh. Grasping her hips with hook like fingers he brought her hips up towards his. Grinding himself against her, he lifted his head his eyes searching her half lidded stare. Frustrating need built in his veins. Parting his lips he bared his teeth as he viciously bit into the flesh of her left breast. Tearing her dermal layer with his teeth he felt her blood fill his craw. Something wasn’t right; he withdrew and spat out the blood. The taste was all wrong. He had done it again. Screaming he shoved her away, her body like a used rag doll flailing as it fell away. He heard her whine, his fists pounding into the caverns of his eye sockets as he rocked to and fro in his rage. She was the one, wasn’t she? Her raven hair, her exquisite form, she was like nothing else on this earth. He knew the minute they’d met in the seedy bar downtown. She was above her peers. A goddess among whores, she was his. But this, it was so disastrously wrong. His hands slowly slid down his
face opening their palms to wipe away the wet stains on his cheeks. Slowly he evened out his breathing, managing to peel open his eye lids the room focused for him. Taking in her prone form, her arms had fallen askew, her legs crumpled underneath her bottom. Much like a broken toy. It was her fault. She was a lying skank. Rage overtook him again as he stood and grabbed her by the hair. Lifting her as though she weighed nothing he shook her and screamed her name. Her body was unresponsive, she was gone, and death clouded her eyes. Swallowing hard he slowly laid her back upon the bed. Straightening her limbs and smoothing her hair in a halo around her head. She’d wake up soon, he knew it. She was just tired; he was too much to handle sometimes. Sitting back in his recliner he lit a cigarette. Closing his eyes he pictured her smile as he slid himself inside her. Her whimpered pleas pleasure as he took her for his own. Suddenly his mind was filled with confusion. Something had gone wrong. She wanted it to stop, no that can’t be. He was her dream come to life. She would want anything he offered. Anger filled him again as he snuffed out his cigarette. Standing he brushed off a bit of ash from his pants. He stopped dead as he stared at his hand. It was bloody. But he wasn’t wounded. He checked his other hand pulling his sleeve above his elbow. It too was covered in this ghastly blood. Looking to the female he saw her, really saw her. Her body torn open from her chest to her groin. Her intestines spilling out onto his mattress, her internal organs mangled and destroyed. Her face fixed in an eternal scream. Blinking he walked forward. His boots
squishing on the fascia and viscera splayed on the floor. Who or what had done this to his angel? Shaking his head he collapsed onto her. Screaming his anguish into her abdominal cavity, the world went dark to his eyes, a hole in his soul imploded in on itself. He was alone.
By Aria Wolfe When you're saying goodbye before you got to say hello, When the color of her eyes you'll never know. When the beginning is after the end, When her heart you can not mend. When your tears of joy change their meaning, When your newborn girl's heart stops beating. When the first page in her book you never get to write, When all that's left is a slowly diming light. When your first day with her is your last, When everything is happening way to fast. When you pray to hear that she'll be alright, but then all that you have left is this cold black night.
Author Disclaimer :: I do not own the dark hunter series, but the characters Jax and Miyu are mine.
By Jasmine Macgregor
Jax sat next to Levi on the curb as they waited for Otto and Miyu to come get them after class. "Do you feel something?" she whispered. Levi nodded and discreetly pulled out a dagger from his boot, Jax scooted closer as they looked around for something out of the ordinary. She threaded her arm through his. "I feel like someone's watching me." she muttered. "How long have you had that feeling?" Jaxon shrugged. "A few day, but I didn't want to panic everyone." Levi shot her a look. "I am going to worry no matter when you tell me." "I know. Sorry." Levi helped her stand as Otto pulled up. "Don't do it again clumsy." he said. Otto rolled his eyes as Miyu shared a look with Jax. "Come on, I don't have all day. Get a move on." "Bite me, asshole" Jax said as she slid across the seat. Levi leaned foreward to bite her, but Otto stopped him. "Valerius will kill you if you leave a mark." Levi winked as Jax. "Its a good thing I only mark where others can't see then." Which was true, No one could see under her shirt or jeans. "What a pig" Jax muttered. Levi snickered. "No, but I have been called God before baby. Wanna test that theory?" Jax rolled her eyes. She was never going to live that down. "Before you to go at it, Levi, Ash needs us to patrol tonight. He's got a bad feeling." Levi almost snorted. Wasn't that what Jax had said a few minutes ago? Jaxon shot him a look when he was about to protest. "Alright." he said with a sigh, Otto nodded.
"My place 8o'clock." Well there went his plan to bring her with him. With her having the same feeling as Ash, he didn't want to chance anything happening to her. Now he just had to figure out what to do. "Business over, now get back to...“ "Otto if you finish that sentence so help me to Zeus my Dad will look tame to me." Otto kept his mouth shut after Miyu's threat, but what he was about to say wasn't lost on them. He was always trying to get Levi to sleep with Jax. The man would die of shock when he found out about them. "So..." Levi said to dispel the awkward silence. Jax raised an eyebrow. "I think we should come clean here." Jax turned to him, wide eyed. When did they decide that? "About?“ "You two! I mean honestly. Just friends my ass. When did you two start seeing each other?" Jaxon let out a small breath of relief. She was going to kill him for that small heart failure. "We are just friends, Levi" Miyu said with a small smile. Levi and Jax watched as a look of pain crossed both Miyu and Ottos' faces. Levi went to say something when Otto shot him a look and pulled up in front of Jax's house. "Come on dumbass, let;s go before Otto kills you." Jax hugged Miyu as best as she could. "See ya.“ "Good luck." Miyu said as she nodded her head towards Levi. Jax grinned and lead him inside. "Jaxon?“ "Here dad" she called out. "Where's mom?" she asked as
Valerius came around the corner. "Work. She won't close that insufferable stor for one day." Jax frowned. "She does realize she has to sleep sometime right?" Valerius shrugged. "Who knows? This is your mother we are talking about." Jax laughed and kissed his cheek before retreating to the solarium. Her mother had convinced her father to keep Agrippina statue, which was where Jax like to sit and think. "What are we doing about tonight?" she asked, knowing Levi was standing in the doorway. He shrugged and moved foreward, closing the door behind him so Valerius could hear them. "No clue. We don't want to tell the others, but I have to go. Can you stay with Miyu." Jax shook her head. "No, Miyu and her family are on Sav's island. I can be a big girl and stay here alone." Levi frowned. "I really don't like that idea. Especially if you think someone's watching you." Levi sat beside her and wrapped her arms around her. "I don't have a choice, Levi. You go and I'll be here. WIll oyu come and tell me you alright before you go home? And plus I will have weapon and I am pretty sure I can handle anything thrown at me." Levi kissed the top of her head. "Of course, ma belle princesse romaine. Wouldn't want you to worry." Jax leaned forward and kissed him. Levi smiled at her as they pulled away. "I love you, Jaxon.“ "Love you to, Levi.“ --------------------------------------------------------------------------He watched as her father and, surprisingly, her boy toy left
for the night. He grinned. This might be easier than he thought. She would be alone and he would be able to take her. With Jaxon Magnus, he would be able to control several people. God and Goddesses included. He would hold the power with her. Yes, they're going to have wished they had left him alone. --------------------------------------------------------------------------"Be safe." she called out to the two men. They nodded at her once before heading to their cars. Jax closed the door and locked it. She opened the closet door and closed the gate after their cars were out. Going upstairs, she went into the training room and opened her parent's arsenal cabinet. She grinned as she pulled out the retractable sword and closed the cabinet, pushing the button and watching the sharp silver extend swiftly. "I'm so my parents daughter." she muttered to herself as the blade retracted. "Homework, now that I'm all safe." She went to her room and grabbed her backpack before heading down to the living room. She turned on the lights and sat on the couch and spread her books out around her. "Don't get to comfortable princess. You're coming with me." Jax jumped up and extended her blade, facing the new corner. "Who are you?" she asked. The blonde hair stood out. Daimon, stupid. "Name's Desiderius." Jax frowned "Desi-do-wrong?' The Daimon frowned. Whoops. "No offense, but how in the hell are you still alive?" He chuckled as he moved closer. Dammit Otto, tonight was
really not the night for Levi to be away. "Don't worry you beautiful little head over that." he said. Jax watched as he got closer. She was starting to panic UNCLE Z!!!!!!!!!! she screamed in her thoughts. Where was he tonight? AUNT ASTRID? Her breathing was becoming faster as she smiled and stepped closer. "Stay away!" Jax swung the sword at him and he easily dodged it. Jax swung again and this time he disapeared. "Boo" he whispered in her ear. Jax screamed and Desiderius knocked the sword out of her hand as he grabbed her. Jax threw her head back and temporarily stunned Desi with the head but making him loosen his grip. she ran for it. "ZAREK! ASTRID!" Where were they Suddenly Desiderius appeared in front of her, Jax spun on her heel and ran in the opposite direction. "UNCLE ZAREK!!" Jax tripped and fell, flipping to her back and scooted away as Desi closed in on her. "Take eight steps back and let me kill you." a voice snarled. Jax chanced a look behind her and saw Zarek standing there, his silver claws adorning his hand. She quickly stood up and ran behind him. Before Z could take a step towards him, Desiderius was gone. "Are you alright?" Zarek asked as he turned to his neice. She nodded. "I think so." Zarek looked her over and noticed her shaking. He stepped foreward and hugged Jax to him. She let the tears fall as he held her. "S-s-sorry." she said. "Come on, let;s get you to Levi." Jax nodded and Zarek flashed them to where Otto and Levi were looking for Daimons. Levi rushed foreward when he saw her and Jax
threw herself into his arms not caring that their secret was no more. Levi glanced at Zarek with not only worry but anger in his eyes. "What happened?" Otto asked, ignoring their embrace. For now. "Desiderius attacked her." The three heard a growl and turned to see Valerius with an angry look on his face. He had heard Z and was not happy.
By LadyAriannaPhenix
He sits outside their world, looking in; Looking at those he once called kin. He's been rejected, abandoned by those he knew. Once the Alpha, he is recognized, now, by only a few. He has been denied his fate. Reviled, now, by those that only know hate. He turns away, searching for a new destiny. Something, anything, so as to not seem so fragile, so tiny. Especially to this one who's lonely song is singing. Never again to run with the pack, He must accept this fact. One foot in front of the next, he walks. Then, one that was not his comes to him--and he halts. She, too, has been alone, Abandoned by her clan and home. Together they walk, accepted by none, Toward the setting of their lives' sun.
By Hope Williams Last night I yearned for you When the breeze brushed my hair There was nothing else that I could do But call your name into the air As the silk sheets caressed my skin And the warm wind held me tight I felt your body deep within And your hand upon my thigh I started to feel my body burning As your lips touched the right spot But that was last night when I was yearning And the air got too hot
By Allie Caminali
Pulling,tugging, struggling for breath. Feeling the tight hold of the chains on her wrist, and the tight grip on her neck, the darkness the blindfold gave her as the unknown man plunged deeper into her. She suppressed a moan, knowing that she would get hit unless he gave her permission to moan, to move, to scream. The grip on her throat tightened as she tried to throw her face into the mattress to scream, hoping to get a moment of release after the hours of sexual torment this man gave to her. "Please sir, please let me cum," she begged into the darkness. Only a dark chuckle answered her this time as she felt him faster, harder, deeper. She would get beaten if she came too soon for him. The hot trickle of his breath and her blood ran down on her neck before his cold voice answered her, "You have my permission to cum, whore." And with that one statement, she felt her body erupt into spasms of orgasmic pleasure as he rocked inside of her, heightening the pleasure over her body. She felt him pull out and felt the mattress move beneath her. He was moving in front of her, and she knew what that meant. She opened her mouth and waited for the salty liquid to coat her half scarred face. This wasn't the worst part of her job. The worst part was facing the bastards after they finished up with her beaten body. The look of pleasure at her dispense before they gave her the $500 they owed her Mistress for her service, and sent her on her way to her Mistress until the time came when they wanted to use and abuse her again.
The warmth touched her face and she knew her job was done. The blindfold came off her eye's, and her head shot down, not wanting to look into the mans eyes. She looked over her body; bruised, beaten, half scared with burns from a childhood memory of her once great life burning to the ground. She was a female 2Face with a nice ass and now a bloodied, bruised, battered body. A small thud as the money hit the bed signaled that she was to get dressed and go home. Sometimes the men were nice enough to throw in an extra hundred so he could make it home on a train, or get food for herself, but not him. He just wanted her to go home. 'What home?' she thought as she grabbed the money and got off the bed, looking for her cloths. Getting dressed in silence and leaving quietly was what her clients liked most about her; well, besides the unnatural beauty the burn scars gave her. Her right side was completely scared with burns, while her left half was beautiful, unharmed, and worth savoring. She put her gray and rainbow hair up into a tight ponytail and made her way into the cold streets of Brooklyn, New York. Now it was time to face the demon she hated the most; herself. And once she got the money to her Mistress, she was allowed a shower and 3 days to recuperate. 'Well, 3 days of quiet,' she thought as she stared up at the sky with her beautiful blue and gray eyes. Shaking her head, she made her cold walk back to her so called home, to await what came to her next. It was a long walk back to the home but she had made it there with sorrow etched into her features. Mistress Donna
had met her up at the door with a stern frown on her face. "Did you get the money?" she asked her, no concern on her face for the condition Aijay was in at all. "It's all here," Aijay said, placing the money in Mistress's wrinkled hands. She tried to move past her, but Donna grabbed her face to look closely at her. Aijay hated the intrusion, but could not move to comment. Anything would get her hit by this woman as well. “I take Xavier was not pleased with your performance?" Donna asked, admiring the bruising her cheek was taking. Aijay sneered at her. 'Not pleased my ass,‘ she thought to herself. "I thought I did well. He always like to see my body more beaten that I am when I come to him," Aijay responded, never looking her Mistress in the eye. Donna nodded and let go of her face, letting Aijay pass through the battered hallways of the whore house she called home, waiting for when her Mistress called on her again for anothter client.
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