Thursday, January 30, 2014

Fire Wizard - a poem about a powerful and magical woman.

Fire Wizard



By power of my mind, 
I change what is, 
and what is not.
Earth, air, water, and fire
all yield to me.
I take the Earth,
and shape it to my will.
I give it life,
or return it to the soil.

I harness the wind,
and make it roar.
I create a dust storm,
or a gentle breeze.
I raise the water,
sending it high.
I can make a flood,
or a gentle stream.
A maker of fire most of all.
I hold out my hand,
and create a fireball.
I can raise it high,
burning all before it,
or light a twig
with the gentlest flame.
Treat me fair,
and I will lighten your way.
Treat me ill,
and I will darken your day.

Wednesday, June 19, 2013

A fight with a giant werewolf in Dark Journeys Anthology

Excerpt from a short story in Dark Journeys Anthology


  The werewolf strode to within fifteen feet of Monique when it suddenly changed direction and charged at me. The beast ran so fast I barely had time to pull the shotgun's triggers. It anticipated my action and pivoted to the side, avoiding both bullets. The werewolf turned and resumed its charge. I grabbed a slug, but I knew I didn’t have time to pull the trigger before it would be on me. I cringed as I awaited its attack. The werewolf was less than three yards from me when it fell forward and hit the ground with a loud thump.....

 
  Short stories and dark poems describe perilous paths taken by mortals, vampires, and other creatures of the night
In Dark Journeys. Dark poems tell of the painful and sometimes fatal relationships between mortals and vampires.If this sounds interesting, and I hope it does, please follow the link and buy the anthology for only $.99.
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00AERRMIM

Monday, June 17, 2013

Battle with a huge werewolf - excerpt from, Dark Journeys Anthology



Excerpt from A Problem with Werewolves


Clouds covered the moon, and I couldn’t see what had caught her attention. A brief shaft of moonlight revealed an enormous, heavily muscled werewolf, close to seven feet tall. When the beast opened its mouth, three-inch-long canines glistened in the light. This was the alpha male whose pack we had just



destroyed. Its massive chest and arms made Shaquille O’Neal look slender. As it slowly moved toward Monique, I put the shotgun to my shoulder and closed the distance with the beast.

The werewolf strode to within fifteen feet of Monique when it suddenly changed direction and charged at me. The beast ran so fast I barely had time to pull the triggers. It anticipated my action and pivoted to the side, avoiding both bullets. The werewolf turned and resumed its charge. I grabbed a slug, but I knew I didn’t have time to pull the trigger before it would be on me. I cringed as I awaited its attack. .......



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in Dark Journeys,  short stories and dark poems describe perilous paths taken by mortals, vampires, and other creatures of the night.  Dark poems tell of the painful and sometimes fatal relationships between mortals and vampires.If this sounds interesting, and I hope it does, please follow the link and buy the anthology for only $.99.
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00AERRMIM

Friday, June 14, 2013

Fire Wizard - a poem about the paranormal by Neil Benson

   Fire Wizard



By power of my mind, 
I change what is, 
and what is not.
Earth, air, water, and fire
all yield to me.
I take the Earth,
and shape it to my will.
I give it life,
or return it to the soil.

I harness the wind,
and make it roar.
I create a dust storm,
or a gentle breeze.
I raise the water,
sending it high.
I can make a flood,
or a gentle stream.
A maker of fire most of all.
I hold out my hand,
and create a ball of fire.
I can raise it high,
burning all before it,
or light a twig
with the gentlest flame.
Treat me fair,
and I will lighten your way.
Treat me ill,
and I will darken your day.

Sunday, June 9, 2013

Dark Journeys an excerpt from the short story A Problem with Werewolves.

A Problem with Werewolves Excerpt

On a crisp April night, Monique and I held hands as we walked to Broadway from a theater on the Upper West Side. Without warning, she pushed me aside and turned toward the alleyway on our left. A dark, hairy form raced at her, emitting a growl that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.


Monique ducked, put her hands under its body, and flipped her attacker through the air into a light blue delivery truck. A second dark-haired creature emerged from the same alley, snarling and displaying three-inch-long incisors glistening with saliva. When the second beast tried to bite Monique, she grabbed the werewolf’s throat and snapped its head backward. She sank her fangs into its neck and ripped the carotid artery. I gagged at the sight of the blood spurting from the gaping wound and dripping from my lover's lips.



In Dark Journeys, short stories and dark poems describe perilous paths taken by mortals, vampires, and other creatures of the night. The stories and poems tell of the painful, and sometimes fatal, relationships between mortals and vampires.If this sounds interesting, and I hope it does, please follow the link and buy the anthology for only $.99.
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