EURYALE by Stephen Perkins: A Featured Fun Guest Post

Copyright 2017/Star born publishing LTD. This is a work of fiction, a product of the author’s imagination and cannot be reproduced without express permission. Any similarity between the created characters and persons now living or deceased is purely coincidental.

EURYALE

(Iraq, near Mosul, 2003, Operation Desert Storm)


Bullet riddled, brittle and broken, he awoke, prone upon a blood-soaked Iraqi dune. Astonished, Dow found a shepherd girls soft, healing hands everywhere upon him, drawing out the pain. Until, he was magically whole again.

Lethargic lids slid open.

From the zenith of a cloudless blue canopy, a merciless sun scorched drowsy eyes. Possessing some strange power, the mysterious girl had seemingly rescued him from death’s fiery darkness.

“Who are you,” Sergeant Dow said. “Where are you from?”

Slowly, she removed the black burqa, serene smile blooming upon angelic features. Dow’s stubble strewn face riddled with wonder. He felt her soft reply flow into the brain like the waters of a trickling brook. And yet, crimson lips made no attempt to form syllables.

“I am Euryale. You shall soon know where to find me. And, I shall be waiting!”

Up over the horizon, Dow heard the whining rotors of a helicopter, and shielding his eyes from the sun, turned to look.

“But how will I…” he said, turning back, anticipating her sweet gaze.

But, Euryale had mysteriously disappeared.     

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Flown back to the green zone in Mosul, Dow reported to Colonel Stansfield Booth.

Walking through the office door, steely hazel eyes looked right through him.

It was as if the old man, hat decked with ‘scrambled eggs’, and more medals hung on his immaculate uniform than ornaments on the Sergeant’s Christmas tree back home in Omaha, possessed vision boring right through the skin, straight to the soul beneath.

Sitting in front of the colonel’s enormous desk, Dow felt his parched throat gulp. Blood wildly throbbing, he realized this was the moment of truth. His career in the US Marine Corps was on the line. He knew old man Booth, an iron chinned full bird colonel, wasn’t likely to believe the truth. Or, would he? How best explain the unexplainable, about Euryale, the simple shepherd girl brought him miraculously back from death’s inevitable brink?

Sergeant Dow’s pulse raced, skin growing hot as if he were standing in a burning building. His arid throat gulped again. Now, Dow considered, I must tread carefully. The old man might even decide to throw me in the brig. Maybe, even court marshaled.

Outside, the colonel’s spartan office, night blanketed the sun baked terrain of the Iraqi desert wastes.

The old man’s deep baritone ruptured the thick silence like a fog horn.  

“Alright, Sergeant,” the old man’s deep baritone rumbled. “Out of nine men sent to find the insurgents outside the Green zone destroyed ammo and weapons dumps last week near Mosul, including your squadron commander, Captain Welsh-only you survived,” the colonel detailed.

Puzzlement etched Dow’s rugged features.

The Colonel seemed almost disappointed.    

Dread buzzed in the Sergeant’s brain like angry wasps.

Sweat beaded his darkened brow.

“It was almost like they were waiting for us, Sir,” Dow’s mid-western drawl wobbled. “These insurgents were clever,” he tried to explain, with more urgency. “They had some sniper hiding in the hills. Picked us off one by one. I suggested to Welsh we retreat, and hump it back to recon. Let the helicopter gun-ships turn those hills into a parking lot!”  

The Sergeant fidgeted, wanting desperately to tell the old man what most of the squadron had really thought of Captain Welsh, some high-hat Ivy grad just out of officers training-dressed up to play hero in some Marine recruiting video.

“I tried to tell him, sir, once the action started getting too hot, how we should’ve humped it back here double time,” Dow tried to plead. “But, like I said these insurgents were smart. They seemed to know how to hit us and when, like they had a game plan-knocked out our vehicles, our satellite and ground communications destroyed. They were waiting for us!”

The colonel tapped steel boned fingers on the desk.

“Go on Sergeant?”

“It was like they could read our minds, what we were going to do,” Dow replied. “These weren’t, well, I got a good look at them, sir!”

Dow scraped a trembling hand over his sweat slicked pate. Booth poked a button on the desktop red telephone.

“And, what did you observe, Sergeant,” Booth demanded.

Dow sensed the old man already knew the answer.

“These were no regular insurgents, sir,” Dow stammered. “Their weaponry was anything but conventional!”

The poker faced old man merely pursed his stern lips, steel boned chin bobbing once in acknowledgment. The red phone buzzed, and Dow’s trembling hands gripped sweat soaked face.

“Excuse me, Sergeant,” the old man related.

Dow looked up, cruel shadow casting over. Booth’s ursine frame rose out of the chair to full height. Deliberate and heavy steps tapped towards an adjacent black door.

“Colonel,” a civilian bureaucrat greeted Booth as the door thudded shut behind. “As you know, Operation Desert Storm is highly classified. This war on terror is merely a cover for testing these AI ‘super units’ out in the field. Lately, my Pentagon colleagues are not pleased with the less than stellar ‘collateral damage’ statistics. I’m holding you personally responsible for this glaring failure!”

The old Colonel stood at ease, stone faced while the berating bureaucrat sat half-shrouded in darkness.

“Now,” the bureaucrat snapped. “You are dismissed!”

With his ear settled close to the keyhole, Dow scurried for the office door. Somehow, he had to find Euryale. Sprinting towards the collection of Jeeps, he raced off into the night.

His career, life, would never be the same.

Swirls of dust kicked up in the wake of the racing Jeep. Now, well outside the Green Zone, he jammed the breaks and skidded to a stop.

There she was, Euryale, illuminated in the spill of the headlights

“Are you ready to come with me?”

The words floated like butterflies in the mind.

Softly, he took her hand, basking in her angelic smile. Rainbow funnels of light descended from the dark sky, and together, they were swept up.

Stephen Perkins is the author of Raging Falcon and American Siren as well as his latest book Escape To Death. All three books are available on Amazon. You can read more on his blog Newsspellcom.org Watch for his new release coming soon!

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Destiny Revealed by Cris Pasqueralle: A Featured Fun Guest Post

  A fantasy series that’s soon to be a feature film!!!!!
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Twins Jack and Maddie Austin have just turned 13 and have been given a mysterious gift of two necklaces by someone they have never met. The gift comes with a message in the form of a poem, but before any explanation can be given, the twins and their family are attacked by an evil wizard named Tardon.

    Tardon kidnaps the twins’ parents and, led by their Uncle Benny, the twins must travel to an unknown magical realm of wizards, gnomes, and hidden secrets to embark on a rescue mission to save their parents. Along the way, the twins are led on a path of self discovery that takes them on a quest to destiny.

    On the surface, The Destiny trilogy may appear to be another fantasy adventure with teen heroes, and it is, but it is a bit different, our heroes are not alone. The family in this story is very much intact. Mom and Dad offer guidance and a loving hand, there is also a sibling love and rivalry that is explored, and the magical creatures are not your standard fantasy fare. Yes, there are dragons and fairies, but there are also Sasquatch, and Keeluts, and Gici Awas, and Thunderbirds, all taken from Native American folklore.  So if you like your fantasy with a twist, take a look at The Destiny Trilogy and ride the new wave in fantasy fiction. Available on Amazon at https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B01LXRLRBJ
   I have been asked many times what has inspired me and why I choose to write fantasy. First, the inspiration comes from my daughters. it was their love of the Harry Potter books that made me a fantasy fan, and, when that series came to an end, my children clamored for a wizarding story. After much discussion with them, The Destiny Trilogy was born.  I write fantasy fiction because I like the no boundaries approach to writing, and fantasy allows an author to build his own worlds and make up his own rules.  Plus, it’s a lot of fun.
  Author Cris Pasqueralle is a retired NYC Police Officer who lives on Long Island with his wife and two daughters. Cris enjoys writing for a younger audience because he believes that through reading and imagination, kids build a brighter future for themselves and all of us.
Follow Cris on Facebook  at www.facebook.com./authorcrispasqueralle
  Keep checking his author page on Facebook for news about the upcoming film versions of The Destiny Trilogy.

Not Fond of Chocolate by Brenda Scruggs: A Featured Fun Guest Post!

Chocolate could be considered a child’s best friend, but for me, I wasn’t
that fond of chocolate while growing up. I remember me and my sister would
ride our horses to the store (no, I’m not that old) (laughing) we rode
horses all through our childhood. It was our time to enjoy the outdoors and
that tasty treat. Except for me, chocolate wasn’t my go-to snack, I would
rather grab a bag of chips. Crazy right?

A few years ago, I was at a dinner and someone asked, “Do you want a piece
of fudge?” I said, “I’m not that fond of chocolate.” The lady looked at me
a little weird. I thought then and there, that would make a good novel. So,
voila, The Chocolatier was written. But, since then, I have developed a
moderate taste for the confection.

When I researched the creamy substance, I found interesting segments on
the bean. Did you know that Christopher Columbus not only discovered
America but a boat load of chocolate? Columbus was the first European to
encounter cacao aka chocolate. August 1505, on his fourth voyage to the
America’s, he and his crew came across a large dugout canoe near an island
off the coast of what is now Honduras. The canoe was the largest native
vessel the Spaniards had seen. It was “as long as a galley,” and was filled
with local goods for trade – including cacao beans. Columbus had his crew
seize the vessel and its goods. Columbus claimed the concoction was a
“divine drink which builds up resistance and fights fatigue. “A cup of this
precious drink permits a man to walk for a whole day without food.”
Columbus, son Ferdinand wrote about the encounter. He was struck by how
much value the Natives placed on cacao beans, saying, “They seemed to hold
these almonds (the cacao beans) at a great price; for when they were
brought on board ship, I observed that when any of these almonds fell, they
all stooped to pick it up, as if an eye had fallen.”
They soon realized that the cacao bean was used as local currency.
So, the history of chocolate, says that it is a worthwhile confection that
is delicious and valuable.

Blurb:

Chocolate has a reputation of healing a broken heart. Swirl through the
pages of this sweet romance of two unlikely people, one a chocolate heir
and the other not fond of chocolate, to see if chocolate holds true to its
reputation.
Charles Riviera an heir to a chocolate empire was perfectly content as
Director of Marketing over Riviera Chocolate until he literally bumps into
Charlene Callaway. Would she melt his heart like heat melts chocolate?
Charlene Callaway finds herself far from home after finding her fiancé
with another woman on their wedding day. The move had its challenges
especially when she goes to work for a Chocolate Company and her new
handsome boss.
When Charlene is abducted, her only thoughts were of Charles, The
Chocolatier.
Contemporary/Romance/Suspense

Newly released is Brenda’s Contemporary/Suspense Michaela’s Justice. This book is on Kindle and in paperback.

Blurb:

Detective Michaela Kendall’s abduction at the age of fourteen left her with a burden of becoming a self-appointed protector. The brutalization of her capture left her without any memory of the horrible ordeal except for terrifying dreams of Atelic Horton, her captor. When he escapes from prison, she knows it’s her duty to capture him. Circumstances throw her together with Marshal Ray Steele, an encounter she wanted to forget but it seems he didn’t take too kindly to a gun being pointed in his face. His rough and tuff cowboy ways are known for upholding the law to any measure within the bounds of Justice.
When Michaela and Ray set out to find the prisoner they soon find out they need each other but the journey is full of twists and danger. Ray proves to be her protector on more than one occasion. Somewhere along the way, Michaela sees him in a different light, that not all men were the same.
But, lurking in the shadows, Atelic watches from a distance ready to make his move.

Bio
I studied journalism in school which stirred my imaginations into putting
words to paper. I live in Tennessee. I enjoy watching television with my
husband, eating Mexican food and scribbling my thoughts down on paper.

You can find Brenda here:

Brendascruggs.wordpress.com
Facebook: brenda Scruggs –  author
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The Academy Awards Ceremony for Saints by r.e.joyce: A Featured Fun Guest Post.

The Academy Awards Ceremony for Saints

A parable by r.e.joyce

 

The night fills with the sparkle and glamour of God’s heaven.  Each star in the sky exceeds the next in beauty and splendor.  The faithful arrive from all around the globe dressed in the magnificence of their standing and all are awe-struck at the wonders of the evening.  They parade into the great hall with anticipation and in marvelous laughter and joy.  This will be the event of the decade – of the century – of the millennia! 

 

Those who have shown their worth in the Kingdom of God will be honored!  The saints who have carried the torch of Christ will be held high.  What wonders will be seen this night!

 

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Behind the grand theater, in the darkness and the debris of the world sits a lonely beggar too ill to rise and beg alms.  His life hurts but it is just another day.  The commotion fills his ears but has not moved his heart or mind.  There is just the night and nothing more. 

 

Silently, almost timid, a young street urchin approaches the lonely beggar.  She seems to know and feel his pain.  Her approach is filled with caution not to disturb or injure this lonely one anymore.  Sitting beside him she reaches within the folds of her tattered skirt and pulls out a crust of bread.  This she quietly offers to the man who, with tear soaked eyes, takes his meal for the night…

 

****

 

The night is filled with joy and merriment.  Gold and accolades are poured out upon those attending the gala celebration.  All feel they had truly witnessed the most wonderful event on earth!

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The night remains calm and filled with stars.  The old man holds the prize he has been given and with deep gratitude consumes the morsel.  Silently he reaches out and holds the hand of the child beside him.  For this moment in eternity, his loneliness is gone.  His gratitude and his peace fill the darkness and he is at peace.

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For years to come, on shelves throughout the world, there will be golden statues to show the wonders of lives and the accomplishments of man.

 

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The true prize will be consumed and passed on each day in hopes of filling one more soul with the joy and peace of Our Lord.  Look always for the inner gifts and you will know His peace.

r.e.joyce

 

A parable is a short tale that illustrates universal truth, one of the simplest of narratives. It sketches a setting, describes an action, and shows the results. It often involves a character facing a moral dilemma, or making a questionable decision and then suffering the consequences. Though the meaning of a parable is often not explicitly stated, the meaning is not usually intended to be hidden or secret but on the contrary quite straightforward and obvious.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Parable

 

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We were approached by a rather dusty old gentleman who stated flatly in a west Texas drawl, that he “found the scrolls while looking for gold”.  His only requirement was to be left alone and that any money could be left at the Western Union station for his eventual return to civilization.

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They were parchments dating far back in history and they related tales that filled our staff with excitement.  Our happiness was so great that we chose a pen name commensurate – This is the 5th transcription of the works we have been given under the name of r.e.joyce.  We hope you rejoice too!

 

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Please accept this collection of prose and poetry, capturing moments of insight that have found life within my writings as a gift of love.  The gathering of imagery combined with the scratch of the quill on parchment, fulfill the moments of grace I have experienced.

 

This is the scrapbook of my mind and as such takes on no formal story arch but haphazardly spills out onto the pages.  I make no excuse for the yearnings of my heart or the unstructured outpourings of my mind.  I only know that these moments hold for me an opening to the reason for life – Love.

 

Love is the doorway beyond the amalgamation of energy and matter, opening up to something more – something beyond.  When all else seems to fit into a nice cubbyhole of science explained, love bursts through and imagines life beyond, continuing into forever for a purpose.

 

May just one of these thoughts from my wondering mind fill your heart and soul with the joy I find in my creator and grace you with the gift of love.

r.e.joyce

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The Finding

An Ancient Story of Unicorns

Available at these fine publishers

Seven Stars of Midnight

 

Coming soon

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Wrathe W. Aceing is a pseudonym, an anagram created to remove celebrity from the author, and place the focus on the central message of these adventures and other books contemplated. The “e” is silent.  So is the warrior.  But the vigilance, while silent, is real.

SS#1 – Available at these fine publishers

SS#2 – Available at these fine publishers

 
Coming 2017 Shadows Within Dark Places

When freedom is threatened

 
 

Bill J. releases the first two of his 3 spirituality books

 

Coming soon:

The Care and Feeding of the Mustard Seed and Other Traditions of God’s Love for Us

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Join in our “cook-booking”
Poppy’s Pantry  http://cdn5.fotosearch.com/bthumb/CSP/CSP529/k5297210.jpg What’s in the pot is Love!
and  
Grandma’s Cupboard   What makes it good is love!
You giggle all the way to the table!