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Q1: Thanks for participating in our Authors.com Spotlight Interview series Andrew! Please introduce yourself and your book to help our readers get to know you.

A: I’m Andrew Souza, I’m the author of the mystery/thriller “Acceptance: Shadow at the edge of day and night”

Q2: Please explain how you came to be a writer,…

 Feel free to view and comment on the first three chapters of my book The Mystical Vampire http://latriciachandler.blogspot.com

The Christmas Party Snow Creatures

A short sci-fi horror story by Chuck Keyes

          "Jake, there's a big snowstorm heading our way," announced Jewell. "The weatherman is…

     Hello World, Hello Universe.  Sensual; gratifying of the Physical and especially the Sexual Appetites, relating to or affecting any of the Senses.  Since the Dawn of Man, Sensuality has been the 'Dark Figure' cloaked in the 'Sin of Night'; not to be Trusted, never to be Tasted.  How many Times must you and I Flip the…

Thanks to Rosalie Lario, I did my very first guest blog post this week.  And one of the discussions generated as a result centred around my transition from Scriptwriter to Novelist - two very different animals in many ways, but at the same time quite complimentary. 

Of course, as writers in whichever field we choose, we all have our own voices, styles and experiences of the writing industry and its expectations.  But I thought it might be interesting to expand upon the…

We dance this dance of life and death, to a end, to a future.

We live for tomorrow, we live for today, we live for yesterday, to be better than it was,is,will be.

We keep dancing, never stopping, in fear of forgetting how to dance or to lose tempo.

Some dance harder, some dance easier. Some dance barefoot others of fancy dress.

some dance with others to help keep step, to not faulter.

Dance in the halls, in the…

Stones rip our feet, we are still running. Bloody of dancing the dance of the forsaken. we dance for those who can not.

time is abundet, we shall waste it however we choose, with or without you.

i see the light peeking in that mind.

little do we know of those careless small things we take for granted.

little do we live in those moments where we should live the most.

Live life like tomorrow is the end. 

over one day we all shall be, let us…

Branches in the woods know no master, They grow perfectly imperfect.

The sun rays bounce from leaf to leaf giving light, life and warmth.

Does the sun know what beautiful things it produces? Does it know love?

Happyly burning forever? Love of the sun burns and burns Eternally to our lifetimes;

The water it flows and brings seeds of life.

Abundet of life and large differences far and between.

does it know its depths? Its mystery?

Is it…

Moonless night filled with a sky of bright stars wonderous and beautful,

Another sleepless night dreaming of a forever that shall never come.

Sweating awake to pain, an unlenting ache in the nogging.

thoughts just need to stop, swarming like bees to defend they violate,

the steal and rape any sanity left, leaving a hallow shell, complete.

false visions, wasted ability, felt a choke of something less than what it was.

drown it with water, wash it all…

Search for that bed of clover, that bed of roses,

Seach for that silverlining, grasp it, never let go.

Lets find hope in tomorrow, lets shine lights of our inner hearts.

Lets let our souls sing into the heavens and across the morning sky.

Find true happiness, and the wonders of the world.

Find love in all its colors.

but most of all, find yourself

The blank pages of my diary, 

That I haven't touched since you left me, 

The closed blinds in my home, 

See no light or day, 

Dust gathers on my stereo, 

Cause I can't bare to hear the radio, 

The dark passenger is back, that seething hate.

It attacks, it attacks, my soul.

Take the time to realize look inside and you will find something new

inside yourself or in someone else. 

The masks we wear always seem to tear the more we inspect, the less we regret.

We are climbing the ladder, we are pulling the string

the end however may have no ending.

we aren't dead yet, rejoice, we still have a voice.

Only a fool feels the need to be who they want to be, a fool.

acting selfishly selfless, such a wish, being such a b****.

Only does a fool believe that your body flowed with milk and honey.

but it doesn't mean it wasn't true but was cut off, an addict arose.

Only does a fool believe in everlasting.

an everlasting with you.

Only a fool believes in forever.

Perception of time is nothing, for a fool.

Only a fool believes in…

     Hello World, Hello Universe.  'Christmas'; a Magical Time of watching the peacefulness of Falling Snow outside, of crackling Fireplaces radiating of Safety and warmth.  Timeless 'Christmas'; renown of Merry Festivities, celebrating the Innocence of Human Spirit.  Where rich 'Family Traditions' pass down with 'Blessings' to the next Generation, and…

The conclusion to the debut story of Small World Protection Agency is now available from Trestle Press!

I would like to know when I can get your volume 6 Amish Knitting Circle Old World Christmas?  Shirley

All I want for Christmas is to for you purchase my book. Whether by e-book,Amazon.com, or BarnesandNoble.com, or www.magnumcellars.net

     Hello World, Hello Universe.  Lovers in Love, sexual 'Partners in Crime': Why must the Suffocating Segregation of Monogamy consistently Kick-the-Door In after the Solemn Sensuality of Mating?  Having experienced the exsquisite Tasting of Sensualism's Unique 'Eternity', of being completely ReDuced to our…

     Hello World, Hello Universe.  Who or What has the Authority to Define 'Sexual Love', standardizing It with the Conformity of Gender; the 'Church', Society?  Fighting Air, Sea, and Land Battles; Straight, Gay, and BI are the true White Knights of 'Sexual Legend'.  UnCompromising and Unyielding is their…

I live in Mt. Dora, FL. I work close to home. I shop close to home. On Facebook, I have "friends" all over the world. Turns out, one of those friends is an author that also lives in Florida. Leona Bodie is the Vice President of the Florida Writers Association and she shared a touching story with me recently. It is about two other authors from Florida and I wanted to share it with you.....