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[the-lunar-library]

I realize I may not have adequately explained what Papom is...? It's a stable name.

In the horse world, you have these very fancy purebred horses with official names that are something like SR Postlethwaite Skibbidy Dee, which is what the commentator says when the prized animal enters the show ring.

But in the stable, this same horse is called Bubba.

Papom is the stable name for The Price and Prey of Magic. It is so much easier, both to say and to type.

[ethereals-call]

Prequel Part 7

https://www.etherealscall.com/

I check into the Budget Inn and drop my things in the room. The whole time I was driving my mind would not stop thinking about what it would be like to be around other Fae. Not able to contain enthusiasm I jumped back into the car and started driving again. The Runic Spa Resort and Hotel is easy to find on the GPS and it isn’t far away. I take a deep breath and get back on the road.

I can see the tall tower of glass from the road. There is nothing subtle about this hotel. I turn off the exit, the make the first turn at he light. The parking lot is packed. What the heck? I did not expect this.

Since I assumed that this was a cover, I thought there would only be a handful of cars in the parking lot just to keep up appearances. That is not the case. I have to cruise for ten minutes in order to find an available parking spot and it is all the way in the back. What is going on in there for it to be this busy? Are they really this popular? If that is the case the website really undersold this place.

After I park, I pause for a moment. I was so eager get here that I didn’t really plan this out or think it through. I pull down the visor and look at vanity mirror to examine at myself. I purse my lips and consider. I think I have a glamour in here, somewhere. It isn’t powerful enough to change my whole appearance, but it will disguise my ears.

I open the center console and find the necklace. I clasp it around my neck and inspect my ears in the mirror. Satisfied that they are now round instead of pointed I decide it is time to do some initial reconnaissance. Yeah, that’s right! This is initial reconnaissance. At least, that is what I am going to tell myself to justify rushing over here unprepared and without a plan.

This is so not like me. Normally, I take my time and really scope a location out before I even think about approaching. I never just barge in like I am about to do, now. I sigh, I may be a little to eager.

The heck with it! I am here, I might as well take a stroll. What could go wrong? It is not like I am going to do anything. I open my car door and start walking. Yup, I am just here to check it out and do a little looking around. I am not here to anything else.

Walking through the parking lot, nothing looks out of the ordinary. I see families rushing back and forth to their cars and it makes me curious about what is so appealing about this hotel. I continue since there is nothing of significance to note.

This is so odd; they do unsanctioned gambling events here for enchanted socialites. How do they make that work with so many humans so close? Where do they gamble? How do they get them past the humans without being noticed? Are they all glamoured to hide their identities? Does it work the same for them as for me? I have so many questions right now.

There is one question lingering in my mind. Will I be able to notice any Fae or not? Will they notice me? My glamour is so subtle that it only conceals my major Fae features that stand out, which is my ears. What if there are other Fae features that I am not aware of because I have never been around other Fae.

I pause and ponder that thought for a moment. I look up at the building just before swinging the door open. I see the light of the setting sun reflecting off the glass. Then, I decide. To heck with it! I am going in.

[farbackroom]

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[purplepirate123]

Find the first three segments of my new #yafantasy series HEIR OF ROT AND RUIN on Channillo.com and Ko-Fi.com. Ant support you can give is much appreciated! Please share it around to any readers of any age who might be interested. #yabooks #ya #faeries #indiauthor #indibooks #writing #writigingcommunity #fantasy #fantasybooks #bookstagram #writersofinstagram (at Edgewater, Cleveland) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bxdy9DapwQW/?igshid=ba27k44pv2i8

[am87inking-blog]

I. Nothingness.

TO BE CALLED BY NAME.

Life before birth. Nothingness literally holds a bleak sense of non-existence. The Chinese character, 無, represents the initial absence of our beings beyond any biological sense of fertilisation and embryogenesis. My approach comes from the understanding that life happens by our initial recognition and assurance.

[melissagromley]

"A person's journey always starts out alone, but he soon finds that he has more with him than against him. He needs only to look with an open heart and an open mind. A single ray of light can only enter when the shadows are released." ~Chinook / The Warriors: Crimson Chaos. #indiauthor ,#bookstagram , #kindle #books, #selfpublished, #writing, #characterday

[forgottenmission]

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[tilleys89-blog]

Chapter One

This isn’t going to work.

You talk way too much.

You smack your mouth when you chew.

Oh, and you have a FUCKING bat on your head.

This date is completely fucked.

"How's your food?" She asks, patting the moist marinara sauce from around her top lip.

It's about as bland as your personality.

"It's delicious!  This place never disappoints." I reply with a shit-eating grin.  "How's yours?"

"It's really good!" She replies, rather enthusiastically.  It's honestly annoying how enthusiastic her response was.  I've had the spaghetti here.  It's mediocre at best.

"So, you're a student at UNC, yeah?"

"Mmmhhhmmm." She twirls saucy noodles around her fork, scraping her plate obnoxiously.  "I'm about to graduate though, so I'm really, really excited!"

"That's awesome!  I actually miss college."

"I could see that.  I mean, college is one of those experiences that we're always going to cherish, or so they say.  My parents were always pushing for me to go.  Where I'm from, people didn't really attend college.  People just got fucking pregnant and dropped out of high school..."

Do you ever shut up?  You ramble constantly.  Which is a major turn-on, especially on the first fucking date, said nobody ever.

Fuck you, Brian.  Making me sign up for that dating app.  “Oh, it’ll be great!  You’ll get matched with tons of girls and go on great dates!”  I'm on this shitty date because of your stupid-ass suggestion, you fuck.  

I mean, realistically, it's not his fault.  I am the one who swiped left, anyway.

Like a fucking idiot.  

Always thinking with my dick instead of my brain.  Isn't that the point of dating apps, though?

I feel like an asshole.

I mean, I know I'm not.  Or at least, I try not to be.

Life is just--- it’s fucking complicated, you know?

"My family visited the Grand Canyon back in '05, and I remember thinking to myself, this place is overrated as fuck.  There's no point in traveling here just to see a god-damned crater in the ground..."

Oh my God.  She's still talking.  Just smile and nod.

What if she sees through it though?  

What if she knows that I’m not mentally here?

What would she do?

Would she cry?  Oh, God.  I can't deal with that today.

No.  She doesn't seem like the crying type.  It’s much more likely that if she does recognize that I’m not really paying attention, she'll just invite me back to her place for sex and then chop my dick off right as I’m about to climax.

Seriously, what the fuck is wrong with me?

"So, then I told Jessie to just wait in the car, because I’m about to fuck this bitch up.” She laughingly states.

Who the fuck is Jessie?

Oh, a waiter.  Perfect.

"More water, sir?" The waiter asks, tipping the clear pitcher towards my glass.

"Yes, please, that would be great." I move my glass to the edge of the table and he begins to pour.  "Thank you so much!"

"You're welcome."

Please don’t leave!

“Sorry!  I know I can ramble a lot sometimes.  It drives people fucking nuts sometimes and they get upset with me.”

You don’t say?

“What?  That’s insane.  You’re totally fine.” I say, smiling through my teeth.

“Yeah, I mean, I was an only child, so I just remember a lot and like to explain every little detail.  I don’t really mean to, I just feel compelled to do so.  Like, there was this one friend I had back in eighth grade and she had a cell-phone, one of those little flip-phone ones.  Do you remember those?

Smile and nod.

“Yeah, so I was telling her how when I was, like, I don’t know, six, maybe?  Anyway, I was really young, and…” Jesus fucking Christ.  How long can she keep this up?

I enjoy talking as much as the next person, but give it a break already.  

She is pretty, though.  

I mean, clearly this isn’t going to work, but damn is she not hot.  Her eyes are incredibly blue.  They’re piercing.  Captivating.  Hypnotic.

Her hair is the perfect shade of brown.  And it’s wavy.  Wavy hair is nice.  I mean, curly hair is great too, but I’m a big fan of the wave.  

I just love a girl with a good head of hair.  

I just can’t believe she wears a fucking bat on her head.  

I mean, who in their right mind goes to a taxidermist, requests to have a bat stuffed, and then turns it into a headband?  Like, seriously.  That thing is easily the most bizarre thing that I have ever seen as an accessory.  The worst part is that it’s staring me. If she wanted a stuffed bat to rest on her head, could she not have turned it around or something?

Stop looking at it, you freak!

“So, we were almost at the top of the mountain, I’m fucking winded, and she’s…”

Wait.  Weren’t we just talking about cell-phones?  Maybe she’s talking about bad reception on a mountain?  It may be a good idea to give her the impression that you’re actually listening.  Think of something, dammit!

“Ugh, cell-phones are the worst on mountains.” I confidently chime in.

“They’re the fucking worst.”

Success!  She bought it!  

I smile at the elderly woman with her possible grandson sitting at a nearby table.  She doesn’t look too happy.  Probably because she’s close to death?  That’s rude.  I’m an asshole.   Maybe it’s the language that has her upset?  People are so offended by language and honestly, it’s fucking stupid.  Or, maybe it’s the bat on this girl’s head?  Maybe she’s staring at me as if I need help out of this situation.  Maybe I can just stare back at her pleadingly and she’ll rescue me.

“What would you like to do after this?” She asks.  

“I don’t know!  What would you like to do?” I reply.

“Hrmmmm, would you want to go to Natty’s Pub?  Oh, wait, you’re taking a break from beer.”

“Yeah, but I’ll still go if you want.  I can drink water.”

“No, no.  It’s okay.  Hrmmm…” She says, quickly pondering over the ideas on how she plans to kill me and dispose of my body.

“We can go wherever.  I’m down for anything, seriously.”

Why am I encouraging this?  This is my chance to leave and I’m still pretending to be interested.  Get out, dammit!

“Oh, I know.  We could go walking around Battleground Park?” She suggests.

Fuck! “Yeah, sure, that sounds great, actually.”

What the fuck are you doing?!  

“Cool!  Well, I guess we can get the check and head out?”

“Sure thing!”

Okay, but I’m not paying the entire bill.  You had two glasses of wine, while I only had water.  Plus, maybe then she’ll recognize that it’s not really working out and decide to just head home.  It’s perfect.  

“Excuse me, waiter?”She calls out.

Yes, that’s it.  Get his attention and be prepared to fork out all of your money for your bill!  Mwahahaha!

“You guys all set?” The waiter asks.

“I think so.” I say.

“Great.  I’ll leave this right here for you and I’ll be back to take it in a few.” He says, placing the bill on the table near my glass of water.  I hate it when they do that.  They know it’s just going to get wet.

Shit.  It’s all on the same ticket.  Why do they just assume that only one person is going to pay?  People can split the checks.  It’s 2018, dammit!

“Actually, you can take it right now, if you’d like.” I say, reaching into my wallet and placing my debit card into the black bill-holder.  

“Great, I’ll have this back to you in a moment.”  

“Thanks.”

“Oh, you didn’t have to do that.” She says to me, her hand still in her purse.  I wonder if she’s reaching for some sort of communication device for bats.  Maybe that’s why she has that thing on her head.  It’s a symbol of her ability to utilize echolocation to communicate to bats.  Any minute now, a swarm of bats are going to burst through the window and carry her to her cave by her arms.

“Oh, it’s fine.  I got it.” I respond, giving a soft chuckle.

“Okay, well, I’ll get next time.”  

Next time?

“Okay.” I smile, attempting not to stare at the carcass residing on her head.  

Why am I fascinated with that thing?  It’s been well over an hour.  Get ahold of yourself!

“So, you’ve been to that park before?” I ask.

“I have, yeah, with my previous boyfriend.  Ugh.  Don’t even get me started on that though.” She replies.

“That bad, huh?”

“He was the fucking worst.  I dated him for three years and during the last year of our relationship, I found out that he was a drug dealer.”

It took you that long to figure that out?  Were you high?

“What?  That’s so wild.  So you had no idea?” I ask.

“None.  I don’t know how I didn’t see it.”

Guess you were blind as a bat.  

“Like, I’m sorry, I don’t do drugs, and I’m not going to date someone who does them, much less sells them.  You know?”

I smoked a bowl before coming here.

“Nah, I feel you.  I don’t do drugs.”

“Good.  I honestly thought that you might when I first saw your picture, but that’s only because of the hair.  Don’t get me wrong, you have great hair, but most druggies have long hair.” She states like a rude fucking fuck.

I laugh before reassuringly saying, “I get that all the time.”

She has a sip of wine. “So, what all drugs was he selling?” I ask, trying to sound as judgmental as I possibly can.

“I know he was selling at least weed, though it was probably others, too.  Apparently he was a big supplier back in Ohio.”

Real shame he lives in Ohio.  I need a new source.  

“I say was, but I don’t know, he probably still does it.”

“That’s crazy.” I say, shaking my head.  “Luckily I never got too into it.  Growing up, I had some friends who smoked, but I never really felt the desire to.”

“That’s good.  Nothing good comes from it.”

You only think that because you haven’t been high.

“I don’t know.  I don’t feel like it’s any worse than alcohol.” I say, like an intellectual.

“Maybe.  I dunno.  Let’s talk about something else, I hate talking about this sort of thing.” She says, like a coward.  

See, that’s how this shit works.  I actually find a topic worth talking about and then the other party wants to change topics.  It’s such bullshit.  

“Do you have any siblings?” She asks, finishing off the last of her wine.

“Nah, no siblings.  I’m an only child, as well.”

“Oh, so you get it.  Did it have an effect on you at all?”  

“Nah, not really.  I mean, maybe I’m not as social as I could be because of that, but nothing too damaging.  I think that having a brother or a sister helps develop social skills, or at the very least, helps you acquire those skills quicker.”  I say.  

“Tell me about it.  I didn’t really have a lot of friends growing up.  I still don’t, really.  I mean, I have, like, a core group of friends and my bestie, Christina, but that’s about it.”

“Thanks for coming in, guys.  Have a great rest of your evening.” The waiter says before dropping off my debit card.  I pick it up and place it into my wallet.  

“Thanks, you too.” I smile and put my jacket on.  Her phone begins to ring and she checks to see who’s calling.

“It’s my mom.  I’m sorry, I should probably take this.  I’ll be right back.” She leaves from the table and starts walking towards the bathroom.

I should just tell her that it’s not going to work.  I feel bad about that because she really seems to like me, but I just don’t think I can date someone who talks that much and wears a bat on her head, no matter how pretty they are.  

This is a nice place though.  I really like the simplicity of it.  Minimal overhead lighting.  Circular tables that are big enough to comfortably seat two people, and they even have little lit candles in the middle.  It’s definitely a nice place to take someone on a date, albeit the food could just a touch of improvement.  The columns are nice though.  They have that faded white look with gigantic cracks throughout.  

I wonder how Italians feel about America’s version of Italian food.  I can’t imagine that they’d be too thrilled with the quality.  Don’t get me wrong, I love America’s version of Italian food, but that’s due in part to the fact that I’ve never had legitimate Italian food. For all I know, I may hate real Italian food.  I doubt it, but it’s definitely a possibility.

I don’t think Italy would be my first intercontinental trip, though.  I really want to travel to Iceland, but everyone and their cousin is traveling there right now, and honestly, it frustrates the hell out of me.  I’m not one of those hipsters who only enjoys going to places that tourists don’t like to travel, but up until a year ago, people around here didn’t ever want to go there.  See, that’s how it works, I think about going there one day, and then the next day, everyone is booking their trip there.  

I don’t think I could eat the food there, though.  I like fish, but not all the time.  I suppose I could try lamb.  I’ve never had it, but if the people of Iceland like it, then I’m sure it’s not so bad.  That’s how it works, right?

I need to try more foods and stop being as picky as I am.

“Hey, so I’m really sorry about this, but I actually have to head home.”

Jesus!  When did she get back?  She’s even sitting at the table.  How did that happen?  Is she a witch?  Does she have powers?  Also, more importantly, how long have I been staring at this column?  

“Oh, no way.  Everything okay?” I ask.

“Yeah, she just wants me to help clean out the chicken coup.  Wanna help?” She replies, giving out a quick laugh.  “Totally kidding.”

I smile and say, “Yeah, I’m not sure how well I’d be at handling chickens.”   “I’m sure you pick up chicks all the time.” She says, giving an awkward, sort of cute wink with both eyes.  “But we will definitely go to the park next time.” She says while putting on her coat.

I stand up from my seat and tuck my chair under the table.

“Oh, for sure!”  

We walk towards the exit of Mario’s.

“Have a great day.” The hostess says as we exit.

“Thanks, you too.” I reply.

I push the door open and hold it as Michelle walks out.  We walk towards our vehicles which are parked beside one another.  

“Thanks for taking me here!  I really liked it.”  She says, her eyes sparkling under the nearby glow from the parking lot light.

“Yeah, it’s one of my favorites.” I reply.

“I can see why.  It’s awesome.”  

We stop at her Subaru.  

“Well, text me later?” She says, looking at me with a seriously adorable smile on her face.  

“Yeah, definitely.”  

“Kay.”

She stares at me.  Her hands fidgeting in front her.  Her legs crossing, ever so slightly.  

It’s the look.  

She wants a kiss.  

Well, I guess it won’t hurt.  I take a soft step towards her and lean over to place my lips onto hers.  She kisses me.  Her arm drops to her side as I place my hand on her cheek.  I caress my thumb along her jawline and slowly begin moving my hand up past her ear and to her hair.

OH MY GOD.  

I touched it.  I touched the fucking bat.  

Play it cool.  Remove your hand slowly from her head and move away from her lips.  

“Be safe driving home.” I say to her, fighting to crack a smile.  

“Thanks, you too.  Text me, okay?”

Text you?  I’m going to be sanitizing my hand for the next three years.  

“Oh, definitely.”  

She steps into her vehicle and starts the ignition.  I walk over to my car and step inside.  I reach for the bottle of hand sanitizer in the middle console.  I squirt some onto my hands and vigorously massage them together.  

Perhaps I’m overreacting.  I mean, it’s cleaned.  It’s not like she just grabbed it from the road and put it on her head.  It’s just weird, right?  I mean, it could have been something crazier.  Like, she could have had a snake as a hair-bow or something.  

I don’t know.

Dating is hard.  

[farbackroom]

Writing is my Happy Place! #indiauthor #writing #writer #writingcommunity #kickassauthorsclub #scifi #octaviabutlerquote #octaviabutler #therapy #happyplace (at Philadelphia, Pennsylvania) https://www.instagram.com/p/B9A8ZCDAGUc/?igshid=1h3tb1uv0v9d9

[farbackroom]

Writing Tip Tuesday: always schedule regular writing time. #plannerstickers #planner #plannerbabe #schedule #typewriter #writer #authors #tiptuesday #writingtiptuesday #kickassauthorsclub #indieauthors #indiauthor #author #january #daily #focus #book #manuscript (at McCrossen's Tavern) https://www.instagram.com/p/B74UMAhA9wR/?igshid=1b2kde9b4j4al

[am87inking-blog]

Visual Poetry

Humans! I’d like to share my visual poems on my YouTube channel. I’ve written more than 30 poems and am in a process of visualizing them. A reason why I’ve decided to visualize the poems is to approach viewers/readers more flexibly with a hope of diminishing the widespread concept of poetry. Boring, profound, subjective and even complex? There isn’t anything wrong with these elements that poetry embraces, I’d like to challenge these concepts by visualizing my poetry. My writing underpins the core message of life, death and rebirth through healing. It describes a person’s heart-felt journey for a final eruption which is more than his surrender. That is designed for his ultimate transformation as if it were his fate. Check out my writing on the YouTube channel: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCO81W0j9thnlDb5b8kqcrcQ

Part 1: Nothingness

Part 2: Songs of Childhood

Part 3: Alone in the Dark

Part 4: Death and its Friend

Part 5: Mercy on Those Abandoned

Part 6: Blessed is the Light

[htkingbooks-blog]

Writing book 3 right now! At home and struck with inspiration! So long writers block #iauthor #writersblock #indiauthor #VictoriaInstituteSeries