Tuesday, January 27, 2015

American Insurgency draft of first chapter. 1. The Customer Isn't Always Right.



 American Insurgency

 1

The Customer Isn't Always Right.
          
Thursday, June 6.
3 PM
"Almost as bad as Iraq," Jake muttered after glancing at the thermometer on the old Coca-Cola sign, which registered 94°.
           As he placed a carton filled with jars of kosher pickles on a high shelf, perspiration ran down his face and soaked his "U.S. Army" T-shirt. Jake grabbed a bottle of water and emptied the remaining contents. Jake smiled as he remembered bellowing, "Stay hydrated, stay hydrated," to the new men in the company. His muscles ached, but a hot shower would ease most of the pain. Lifting weights when not on duty in Iraq and Afghanistan and climbing mountains on patrol, had kept him in peak condition.
           He thought about his dad's concern, late last night, when he talked about Serbian gangsters who had become the crime lords of the neighborhood. The Serbians had seriously injured one of his dad's friends when he spoke out against them. Dealing with another gang was the last thing Jake wanted to do when he came home from the Army.
Yesterday, he had torn out the old, shabby storage compartments, which were on the verge of falling apart. Jake had just finished installing a series of reinforced steel shelving units added several cubic feet of accessible storage space. Mickey prided himself on being tough and strong, but at age sixty-five, his knees and back ached from decades of lifting heavy cartons.
Loud noises coming from the front of the deli caught his attention. He stepped into the back doorway and saw a short gangster built like a middle linebacker, holding the front door open as several customers raced by him.
"Out, out," the man shouted, making a sweeping gesture with his arm.
His dad stood behind the counter, gesturing at a tall, dark-haired man, several inches over six feet tall. The man had a prominent nose, high cheekbones, and olive-hued skin color. They both appeared to be Serbian gangsters his dad had described. Jake's muscles tensed at the sight of the men threatening his dad. Mickey reached for the baseball bat under the front counter. Even if he grabbed the bat, the gangster would take it out of his hands and beat him unconscious.   
more...............

Monday, December 8, 2014

Vampire fights werewolves in Dark Journeys Anthology

Excerpt from a short story in the anthology Dark Journeys.
 
"Two dark shapes appeared and converged on Monique.
Driving closer revealed the details of the brown-haired werewolves. When the closest one lunged at her, she bent her knees and tossed the beast over her head into the brick wall. The other werewolf wrapped its paw-like hands around her face, trying to gouge her eyes out. She kicked its right knee and the beast howled and crumpled to the ground. Monique grasped the werewolf’s head, holding it still as she sank her fangs into its neck."








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

Thursday, November 13, 2014

Undead Embrace a dark poem of vampire love by Neil Benson

Undead Embrace -a dark poem from a mortal to a vampire lover.

Whenever I run, 
 wherever I hide,
your dark presence finds me.
It fills me with fear.
It fills me with joy.
I try to resist you,
but my will always fails me.
I am drawn back to you,
across distance and time.
Memories of pleasures,
no mortal could imagine.
Feelings of pain,
no mortal could endure.
My resistance is fading,
closer I come.
Your dark Castle before me,
where you've lived for all time.
I go to your chamber
to submit to your will.
Your perfect face
hides a goddess of death.
Pale white lips and dark blue eyes
draw me to your netherworld.
Your caress my body
until I'm aflame.
Closer you come,
and I show you my neck.
Ecstasy overwhelms me,
with the sharpest of pain. 


  In Dark Journeys, short stories and dark poems describe perilous paths taken by mortals, vampires, and other creatures of the night. Some survive, others don't. Why not join them on their journey through the gates of hell, so to speak.
 

 

Monday, November 10, 2014

A vampire battles werewolves in the anthology Dark Journeys

Excerpt from a short story in the anthology Dark Journeys.
 
"Two dark shapes appeared and converged on Monique.
Driving closer revealed the details of the brown-haired werewolves. When the closest one lunged at her, she bent her knees and tossed the beast over her head into the brick wall. The other werewolf wrapped its paw-like hands around her face, trying to gouge her eyes out. She kicked its right knee and the beast howled and crumpled to the ground. Monique grasped the werewolf’s head as she sank her fangs into its neck."








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, November 7, 2014

Fire Wizard - a poem about a woman of great power

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.