Chapter Excerpt - 'When Darkness Falls' - By Author Murasaki Hideki

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Slums like these were commonplace. But, he didn't pass through them  in order to tempt fate. He did it because he viewed humankind a certain way. It was neither welcoming of his existence nor rejecting of his presence. He had never once encountered trouble. The people of that sector were too absorbed in their own survival.

 Drake noted the piles of fly-infested garbage  and the stacks of rotting wood. The paint had peeled abundantly from  the walls of many of the buildings, making them look naked and bare. The faces that gazed longingly at him were thin, sallow, weak.

 The gloomy sky crowned the poignant scene, magnified by dark, incessant clouds.
 A man of undetermined age lounged towards Drake. He grinned, his teeth a nasty yellow, cracked and decaying. His clothes hung in sordid tatters from his emaciated body and he reeked as if he hadn't bathed in years. Drake eyed him. The man returned the gaze expectantly.

" Money?" the man croaked.

 No, no money. Drake shook his head. The man persisted. Don't push your luck, buddy. Drake moved away. The man followed him.

" Money?"

" For?"

" Food." The man's smile vanished. He regarded Drake with imploring eyes.

 Drake stopped. Several others came forward, their hungry eyes opened wide at the sight of the well dressed stranger. Slowly, Drake pulled out his wallet. In a deliberate and measured way, he counted out thirty dollars.

" Here."

 The yellow-toothed man gripped the bills in his grubby hands as if they were precious jewels. Drake nodded at him. The man slunk away. No word of thanks, huh? Drake shook his head and walked on.

" Mister." A small boy gripped his arm. 

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'The Healing Roads Journal' - By Arteria Stevens - Excerpt

The Healing Roads Journal

 Synopsis: "The Healing Roads Journal Volume I" takes you through the awe inspiring healing journey with Tweety. With a determined purpose you will be lead to your "Healing Roads", just as she has been led to her own healing. We all have pain, no matter what it is. No one is exempt from pain, but your life is meaningful and filled with purpose. "The Healing Roads Journal" will help you to become a better person, so that you can live a better life.

After you read this book you will come away victorious!

THE HEALING ROADS
Volume I
By Arteria Stevens

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HEALING ROADS
VOLUME ONE
For the most part, when people write their autobiography, it’s because
they feel they have something significant to share with others.
There are lessons to be learned in life that many people miss. What
makes our lives so significant on this earth is the fact that everything
has a purpose. Things don’t just happen. I looked back at all the painful
memories in my past with the intention to search for the significant
meanings behind those memories. I began to understand that
there was a purpose behind every painful event in my life. I realized
that everything painful and challenging in my life was designed to
grow me, move me, change me, strengthen me, and make me wiser.
This realization turned every tragedy in my life into a triumph. I
discovered that life’s journey is designed to be a victorious journey,
in spite of everything. Being healed from severe depression, low
self-esteem, the disease of pleasing people, marital and family problems,
and the stigma of abuse and molestation are what compelled
me to write about my life. Therefore, when I went back through all
the significant memories in my life, I saw a lesson in every memory.
Each lesson helped me to grow and mature to a new level in life,
so I opened myself up and put all of those memories on paper, in
order to be an example for others who may need encouragement in
their lives. Molestation was just one of those circumstances in my
life that helped me to grow throughout my journey in life. My book
is about growing and healing through life’s circumstances. As people
mature in life, they can all look back and see that they come from a
past. Everyone goes through pain at some point and time in their
lives. In many cases, there is at least one traumatic situation in our
lives that we can remember. Most of those painful conflicts get carried
throughout our lives in an unresolved state and they become
our issues. These very issues form our relationships. They affect the
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way we raise our children, the way we deal with our marriages, and
the way we relate to others. In order to be in healthy relationships
and have healthy attitudes about life, many of our past issues need
to be resolved and healing needs to take place. I want to encourage
everyone who reads my books; no matter what circumstances they
have faced and are facing, to step out on their “Healing Roads.” My
book is also a celebration of my life. I can take the good, the bad, and
the ugly, and celebrate everything in my life with triumph now that
I understand there is a purpose for it all. Understanding the journey
of my life gave me a purpose for telling it all. My greatest lesson was
understanding that, “you can heal, you can move beyond 'unforgiveness,'
you can become a better person, and you can live a better life.”
At this time, I want to encourage you to begin your own journey
towards healing. Your life, no matter how insignificant you look at it,
carries a significant purpose; understanding that purpose is crucial
to growing in life. Take some time to write about your early childhood.
Think as far back as you can remember and begin to see how
much history matters to you. Write about a very happy time and
then write about an unhappy memory. After writing, reflect on your
reaction to both memories just to help you to understand just how
much of an effect your past has on you today. Think about how many
other memories lying in your subconscious may be impacting your
life today in ways you never realized.
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'Don't Touch Me' - By Arteria Stevens - Excerpt

Don't Touch Me

Synopsis: "Don't Touch Me Volume I" represents Tweety's protective wall built all around her as a result of her emotional pain. Tweety was brought up in a Black Holiness Church and raised in the projects of Atlanta, Georgia. Wounded throughout her childhood by sexual abuse, depression, low self-esteem, and a need to please... In her memoir, Tweety embarks on a journey of that is both painful and heartwarming; she learned that facing the pain has allowed her to heal. You will laugh and cry as you read through the pages of this intriguing memoir.

INTRODUCTION
I was just sitting and pondering over my life and it dawned on me: I am the mother, wife, and woman that I am; divergent from the child I was raised to be.
 
Growing up in the projects in Atlanta, Georgia, I am the child
who smiled in the mirror again and again, but never saw the face of
beauty staring back at me. Brought up in a black holiness church,
I am the child who couldn’t comprehend molestation at the age of
nine when it happened to me. I am the girl who longed so deeply
for my father to just be Daddy all the time and never evolve into
the stranger he became at night during my eighth grade school year.
That transfigured the way I saw him forever. I am the anguishing
child who faced distressing hindrances again and again. I am the
child who got married at seventeen bolstering along all my baggage
of the past. I am the child who gave birth to a child.
I am the demoralized child who grew up to be the depressed
adult. I am the child gravid with low self esteem dragging it along
into my adult life. I am the emotionally mutilated adult.
I am the child who can tell it all now because of all the lessons I
learned growing up as that child.
As an adult, I needed to understand why things happened to me.
I’m forty-two now and finally healing. In the end, everyone will
know how I finally stumbled on to my healing roads.
I don’t need to pretend I’m perfect. I don’t need to be
afraid to reveal intimate details of my life. Life is a lesson and there’s
nothing embarrassing about life’s lessons.

CHAPTER ONE
“GRANDADDY”
In 1971, when we moved to Taliaferro Street on the west side of
Atlanta, I thought Eagan Homes Projects was a delightful place to
live. I was starting pre-school that year. Despite what I am about to
reveal, we had an array of blitheful days in our childhood. I spent
a lot of time outside playing with friends. I spent just as much time
uproaring indoors with my family. I had a brother eleven months
older than me, a baby sister, and of course there was Mama and
Daddy.
In 1976 we started attending church with Daddy’s cousin who
was also his best friend. His best friend was now a transformed man
having found God. He was no longer drinking and hanging out. As
time went on, the more we went to church, the more we began to
evolve. Daddy stopped drinking, smoking and hanging out at night.
I still hung around my friends when I was home but our beliefs were
changing so much.
Before Daddy joined the church, he didn’t go around his own
daddy because for some reason he was angry with him. He learned to
forgive over time, and one day we all went over to visit Granddaddy
and my step grandmamma. They were amusing and very affectionate.
They overindulged us with goodies and made us laugh all the time.
We enjoyed going to their house to see all the chickens and hens
they had in their back yard. They let us help feed them. They also
had lots of dogs in the backyard as well. Granddaddy had a wooden
leg and he walked with a limp. I never knew what happened to his
real leg. Granddaddy and Grandmamma always gave us money and
goodies whenever we visited them. I was glad Uncle Lynn, who we
refer to now as Pastor Nichols, talked Daddy into making amends
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with his father. Daddy had often referred to his daddy as low down
and dirty. I never knew why and as a child, I never asked Daddy
questions about Granddaddy. Daddy and Granddaddy were finally
behaving like a father and son.
I liked listening to Granddaddy and Grandmamma talk. They
were both hilarious. I wondered if this was why Daddy was so comical.
Granddaddy was always picking me up and sitting me in his lap,
giving me the tightest squeezes and kissing me smack on the lips.
Daddy and Mama kissed us on the lips every night at bedtime followed
by “I love you” and “Say your Prayers.” No wonder Daddy
was so affectionate; his whole family was like him, I thought while
reflecting back on Granddaddy.
Granddaddy asked for more hugs and kisses than anybody I’d
ever seen. I guessed he was making up for lost time with his grandchildren.
He was always so elated.
As I sat on Granddaddy’s lap he shared funny adventures and
spoiled us with Coca Cola and candy. Instead of sitting my brother
Scootie in his lap, he gave him tight hugs. Scootie was ten and my
little sister Sonia was five.
For the first time, Daddy and Mama left us to spend the day with
Granddaddy early one Sunday morning. He cooked us breakfast
consisting of lumpy grits, runny eggs, and toast, which I didn’t like.
Instead, I settled for a glass of Coca Cola in exchange for helping
him clean the dishes and fixing Grandmamma’s medicine. Grandmamma,
who had been sick all week, was too sick to get out of
the bed. I took her a tray of soup with crackers. She didn’t seem
interested in eating anything but she thanked me for being her big
girl and taking care of her. She didn’t sound anything like the jovial
voice I found so intriguing. She seemed frail as she coughed up
every word she spoke. I rushed over to her with a glass of water.
She took two small sips before passing the glass back to me and collapsing
back on the pillow in a feeble state. She didn’t answer me
anymore when I asked her if she was okay. Granddaddy came in and
assured me she’d be fine once she got a couple days of rest. He said
Grandmamma had pneumonia, but he assured me that she would
be alright. He closed her door tightly so she wouldn’t be disturbed
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before we walked back to the front of the house in the living room.
Scootie and Sonia were sitting on the floor playing with all the
toys Granddaddy had surprised us with earlier. Granddaddy pulled
out a new coloring book and crayons for me as he sat me on his lap,
and helped me color. He kept shifting me on his lap stating that his
leg was falling asleep. I compliantly continued to color and allow
him to shift me around on his lap.
Granddaddy sat patiently answering all of our questions and entertaining
us with funny stories for a couple of hours while holding
me on his lap. I was surprised Sonia didn’t climb up on his lap. She
wouldn’t have let me sit on Daddy’s lap for long. She made a big
fuss about being Daddy’s baby. Daddy told me I was his big girl, so
I didn’t mind letting her be his baby.
Eventually, Sonia tired of all the toys and climbed up on Granddaddy’s
lap as well. I started climbing down, but Granddaddy announced
he could hold both of his grandbabies. Sonia and I laughed,
and then Granddaddy asked her to color him a pretty picture like
the one I colored so he could hang it up on his wall. Sonia wanted
him to help her the way he helped me. I ended up standing innocently
between Granddaddy’s legs so he could use both of his
hands to help Sonia hold the coloring book. I even joined in and
helped Sonia with her picture while telling her how pretty it looked.
Once we were finished we asked Granddaddy if we could go feed
the chickens in the backyard. Granddaddy said yes. He rarely said
no to us about anything. We were running out the door to go around
to the backyard. I was the last to head out the door. Granddaddy
beckoned me back in the house before I could catch up with my
siblings.
We hadn’t seen Grandmamma up all day because she was still in
bed sick and running a high fever.
“Tweety, you want a green apple?” Granddaddy discreetly whispered
in my ear. I nodded yes.
He put his hand up to his mouth to indicate I had to be quiet.
“You can’t tell Scootie or Sonia because I don’t have but one apple,”
he whispered.
It never occurred to me why he was giving me the apple. Maybe
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he wanted to be nice to me since I helped him fix Grandmamma’s
medicine and serve her food earlier. I helped him wash the dishes
as well.
I figured I could eat the apple real fast before going outside to
help Scootie and Sonia feed the chickens. I loved green apples.
Granddaddy knew they were one of my favorite foods.
Granddaddy peered out the door. As I was looking towards the
kitchen, he locked the screen door. I walked in the kitchen expecting
to get my apple. Granddaddy came into the kitchen and sat in a
chair. I turned to look at him wondering why he wasn’t giving me
the apple.
“Where’s my apple Granddaddy?” I asked impatiently.
Granddaddy smiled holding out his arms toward me.
“Well, come here and give Granddaddy a hug first!” he said.
Granddaddy must have been about to thank me for helping him
today. I smiled proudly walking over to hug him. Granddaddy
squeezed me real tight pulling me close. He looked at me smiling.
“Now give yo ole granddaddy a kiss.” I smiled as I leaned forward
to kiss Granddaddy thinking he must’ve been real proud of
how much I helped him out.
Granddaddy grabbed a tighter hold on me when I leaned forward
to kiss him. He had his legs spread. He pulled me between his legs. I
didn’t panic because I didn’t have any inappropriate thoughts about
Granddaddy in my nine year old innocent mind.
Granddaddy was kissing me too long. When I started to back
away in an attempt to break the kiss, he leaned forward and kept
kissing me. He drew me even closer. I felt him pressing me up
against his body parts. I felt his tongue trying to force its way into
my mouth. My eyes were wide open. I couldn’t move my arms.
They were pinned to my sides. I started struggling against Granddaddy’s
mouth.
All at once, Granddaddy was squeezing my backside and sliding
my dress up, pressing and gyrating my body against his. I felt as if
he was swallowing me up. I felt smothered.....

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A Lost Kitten - By Jessica Kong - Excerpt

A Lost Kitten

Synopsis: Seacat John McCall labels the attack on the Sea-anan Empire as a nightmare. He escapes the enemy’s invasion, only to find himself stranded on a distant planet called Surreal. Tormented by thoughts of his family being massacred or captured by the enemy, he focuses on returning to aid them until he experiences a mind-boggling kiss that can only come from the one he is meant to share his life with. To ease the terror he feels for his family, John seeks the identity of his secret admirer. He quickly learns the true meaning of nightmare when he discovers his soul mate is of “the mist.”

 

Excerpt:

Jasira Eversole is drawn to the powerfully built outlander sitting at the king’s table. Unable to resist the need to see him again, she enters the warrior’s room while he sleeps. John’s rugged good looks and chiseled body compel Jasira to reach out and touch him. Being of the mist, Jasira knows she will not be able to feel John, but she cannot resist his pull. The richness of John’s hair, the firmness of his muscles, and the clean scent of his skin all take Jasira off guard. She swiftly realizes John is her intended mate. Now, Jasira must somehow convince the young warrior that they are two halves of one soul without chasing him off Surreal, leaving her to a lonely existence as mist.

She heard an odd sound.  Jasira realized it was coming from John.  She smiled.  It seemed he enjoyed her touch.  She leaned her hips against his back and placed more force behind her hands.  The sound coming from John intensified.

He could not help himself.  The purr escaped him.  The feeling was enjoyable.  There was a slight pressure and increased heat against his spine.  It felt like a body.  John again glanced behind him.  No one was there.  Weird, he thought.

Since the classroom was the only place he could find that was warm, he decided to stay for a while.  Taking a deep breath, John placed his arms on the desk.  He lowered his head onto his forearms.
The pressure on his spine indeed felt like a body—a woman's body.  His purrs deepended.  His thoughts drifted off to another place, a more pleasant place.  A place where there was no war, only a beautiful woman massaging him.

Strong fingers traveled along his spine.  John clenched his jaw and curved his back slightly, hoping to press her more firmly to him.  If it were not for how soothed and relaxed he felt, he would think the classroom was haunted.

Ten stress-free minutes passed before his mind considered the possibility more seriously.  His slow-paced heart picked up speed.  His closed eyes opened.  He stared at the wooden desk beneath his arms.  He focused his senses on the pleasurable feelings.  It definitely felt like a small body was pressed against his back while small, strong hands rubbed and molded his shoulders and upper back.  It felt real.  Very, very real.

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Tales of Aradia the Last Witch - By LA Jones - Excerpt

Tales of Aradia the Last Witch Volume One

Synopsis: Unknown to the humans who hanged innocent people at the Salem Witch Trials, real witches of the hidden race were slaughtered on the belief that they had betrayed the hiddens to the humans. Not one witch survived the genocide, or so it was believed for more than three hundred years. Until one day a girl named Aradia moves to Salem, Massachusetts, and all that changes.

Set Up: Since the dawn of time, supernatural creatures such as witches, vampires, werewolves, fairies, and shape-shifters have walked among the humans in secret. Under the belief that to reveal themselves to the humans would ensure their destruction the supernatural creatures decreed that no human should learn of their existence. Ever since then they have been known as the "hidden" race. Hidden from the world, hidden from the humans, and hidden from existence. Although the law to remain hidden was followed in the fifteenth to the eighteenth the centuries, many Europeans developed a heightened concern with the phenomenon of witchcraft. It wasn't until the Salem Witch Trials when the hiddens finally believed their secret had been exposed. The rest of the races believed the witches had been betrayed and so to preserve their secret they hunted down and exterminated them all. Every witch in the entire world was killed until the race of the hidden races was no more or so it was believed for more than three hundred years. But one day a girl named Aradia discovers the truth. She discovers that she is the absolute last of her kind. She is the last witch......................

*********Excerpt from Volume One

Prologue

"We are innocent!"

The cry echoed in Rome's ears as he held his face stony still. He stood motionless at the head of the room and watched as his men executed their gruesome orders. Victims screamed for mercy before the noose silenced them forever. For the luckier ones, the drop broke their necks, killing them instantly. The less fortunate hung by their throats and flailed their feet, finding only the air for which their lungs desperately screamed. The rest watched in horror as their loved ones were murdered, all the while knowing they were next. The women's blouses were soaking wet from sweat and tears as their sobs competed with those of the children they tried in vain to protect. Many were dragged, weak as dolls and with a broken look in their eyes, to their places of death.

One, however, managed to break her captor's vise-like hold and raced toward the only door. Rome noticed her pitiful attempt at escape, of course, and leisurely headed her off. He grinned as he slammed the double doors behind him, completely blocking her only, dim hope of escape. Ever so slowly he turned and strolled toward her, still grinning and with fangs extended. The woman stopped, frozen by the menace he exuded. In a room full of evil, she could feel he was the worst of it all.

As frightened as she was, she mustered the courage to demand, "Why are you doing this to us? We have committed no crime!"

Rome scoffed loudly. "Oh but you have. The gravest of them all: treason.” He circled the helpless woman as he spoke. “For more than a thousand years we have remained hidden and kept the humans unaware of our existence, but you and your kind have betrayed all of the hidden race. The humans now know about you.

How do you suppose that happened, hmm?”

“I don’t know!” she cried. “Whoever told them of us, if anyone told them of us, it was no witch!”Rome shrugged. “Regardless, there is only one appropriate response, only one way to make sure the leak ends here. You and your people know the law. By mutual decree, we of the hidden race must remain hidden at any cost. To protect the greater number of us, you must die.”                      

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