It ate thoughts and swallowed them like bubbles. The “Thought Fish” was once believed to . . . wait I’ve forgotten why I have one.
I lost a finger today. Oh no. I found it. 😛
I’m giving away “Diary of a Madman” also found here on Amazon for reviews on your blog and on Amazon. I only plan on giving a small number of them away but I’m willing to negotiate or help other authors as well. So if you want to swap reviews, we could do that as well. I just have to warn you, I’m more into speculative fiction and horror type stories or anything with a decent twist.
I’m also available for interviews and anything else you can think of. (As long as it’s legal. Well . . . at least kinda legal.)
Just send me an email to Luis_Vera05@yahoo.com with a link to your blog and a couple of your reviews you have already written.
**Author’s notes: This is the fourth piece, the first is found here
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An excerpt from the Saturday edition of the Greene Herald
Kurt Douglas, local lawyer and attorney, was released today.
According to police, Mr. Douglas was suspected of killing his wife on July 30th. The murder took place while Mr. Douglas was at a local restaurant with friends and family. They were gathered to celebrate the Mrs. Douglas’s birthday.
Mrs. Douglas was found stabbed to death in her home. Police suspected a home invasion till they looked into the couple’s insurance policy. Mr. Douglas took out an exceptionally large policy a week before the murder.
They were married for 3 years.
The police cleared Mr. Douglas on any suspicion of murder. No other suspects have been taken into custody. They are also looking for any information regarding the murder. If you have any information please call the TIPS hotline.
An excerpt from the Sunday edition of the Greene Herald
Around 6 a.m. Saturday, a 22-year-old man was found stabbed several times near the 100 block near Peak Highway.
Police were summoned to the scene and they found a man covered in blood underneath a broken streetlight.
The man, whose identity was being withheld pending next of kin notification, was said to have been walking home after a party at a nearby apartment building.
Police have questioned his girlfriend but she was released later Saturday afternoon. Police are asking for any witnesses to call the TIPS hotline.
I woke up this morning and noticed two pages in my Diary are missing. They were torn out.
I also don’t remember anything since the night I murdered T. I woke up feeling very tired and worn out. Nothing seemed out of place or moved, it just felt lived in. Like a sense of someone else being here. After I looked around and found an old notebook full of drawings and notes.
There was also a couple of Polaroids of Julie. Looks like he already did some research this weekend. But forget him. He only wants me to get caught. I can’t trust anything he leaves me. He’s worthless.
Looks like Vanessa is away. I haven’t heard a sound from her apartment.
The hunger burns at my throat. He better not get in my way.
Author’s Notes: One of my first stories, and by far the most popular. It was a look at helping write dialogue. I placed third in a contest with a previous story and the biggest complaint was the flat dialogue. This story is almost all dialogue and it also helps to understand that there are two boys being interviewed before you start reading.
An excerpt from a tape recording of Martin Stevens’ interview with Dr. Henry Wurzbach.
1/20/89 9:00 A.M.”How are you doing today, Martin?” Doctor Wurzbach’s voice entered through the static.
“Good,” Martin replied.
“If you do not mind Martin, I would like to go ahead and ask about the first time you discovered your ability,” Doctor Wurzbach said with his deep calm voice.
“Sure. Like I said before, it all just kind of happened. Well, I was out with my friends. We were walking home from practice and we got to the bridge across from the park. Michael jumped on the stone wall on one side of the bridge,” he stopped.
“Go on,” Doctor Wurzbach said.
“He fell… or so I thought he did. But…” he paused again.
“But he did not?” Doctor Wurzbach filled in.
“No. I grabbed his hand and well… he… um… didn’t fall.”
“So you saved him,” Doctor Wurzbach suggested.
“Well, I didn’t think I saved him. I just thought it was… I don’t know… ”
“So did you tell anyone about this?”
“No. I thought it might have been something… I don’t know… like maybe… I don’t know I couldn’t explain it.”
“So no one knew yet? Your parents? Your brother…”
Martin interrupted, “No one knew.”
“How have you been Christopher?” Doctor Wurzbach’s voice cleared the static.
“Did you use it during your soccer games?” Doctor Wurzbach asked.
“Have you ever been punched?” Christopher asked.
“So you can see 3 seconds into the future, Martin?” Doctor Wurzbach asked.
“So you are telling me you can test me using these stopwatches,” Christopher asked.
“The bus was a mistake.”
“Why were you on the bridge Chris?”
“As the bus swerved, I saw my brother standing on the wall on the bridge. He turned around and looked straight at me. He stared into my eyes. I saw it in his eyes. He could see the future too.”
“The first thing I saw was me jumping onto the bus. I saw myself pry the door open but I had problems. So I tried it a different way. It was like I had multiple tries at everything.”
The voices faded out from the small tape recorder Doctor Henry Wurzbach held in his hand. He pulled the last tape from the recorder and lingered. He thought to himself, “I had a chance to save him,” before he tossed the last bit of evidence into the fireplace.
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**Author’s notes: This is the third piece, the first is found here
The complete and professionally edited version is now available on Amazon here.
Diary of a Madman by L. Vera
What a great day. I could not wait to tell you how it went. I went down to check for mail and guess who I saw? Vanessa. I even introduced myself to her. I told her I lived across the hall from her and she apologized for not introducing herself earlier. She was traveling back and forth from her home town, trying to get stuff situated before college started.
She was more beautiful than I imagined. She was working on her master’s in English Literature. What a surprise, right? I told her I was a writer and had a couple of books published. We talked for almost an hour. We talked as we walked back to our apartment and she invited me to a party she was having on Friday.
She was really nice and quite beautiful. This may be the beginning of a beautiful relationship. Don’t worry Diary. You are still my best friend.
I woke up really early today. I decided to go out and buy some new clothes. That’s where I met Julie.
Julie must die.
She seems like a really nice girl. She has Sarah’s eyes, green with a hint of brown. When I looked into her eyes I knew she will be the next one to die.
Diary, have you ever had to go to the restroom? Then as you get closer you have to go even more. Replace that feeling with hatred. That’s how I felt standing next to her.
The pain burns through my veins and tears through my flesh. It hungers for her death.
Let me explain.
Die damn you die.
Please understand Diary. I didn’t have the guts to go to the party. I just stood at the peephole and watched all the college students enter sweet Vanessa’s room. Many of the girls were cute and clad in very little clothes. I could not help but stare as they stood waiting for the door to be answered.
There she was, she was more beautiful than before. Her smile filled my heart with joy. I never felt so happy knowing that she was happy. Then he showed up. He showed up with three other guys. They were all total jerks. They were discussing who they planned on having sex with that night. They called him T and he talked extensively about Vanessa.
The darkness covered the gruesome murder.
She stepped out with him hours later. They yelled, they cursed, they were drunk. They finally stopped when it looked like she was about to cry. I wanted to tear through the door and rip his throat out through the back of his neck.
He pulled in close and tried to kiss her. She pulled away and spit in his face. He slapped her hard. That’s where I snapped. The next thing you know I followed him into the street and followed him for a couple blocks and, then underneath a broken street-lamp, I stabbed him. I stabbed him three times and left him to die. I grabbed his wallet to make it look like a robbery but he wasn’t dead.
I did it for her.
He looked into my eyes and he begged for his life. I stroked upward through the bottom of his jaw. I gladly took his life and it felt good to see the life leave his eyes.
The hunger was not fully satisfied. It hungered for those green eyes not these putrid blue ones.