I decided to have a little fun making a video version of this poem by the same title (published under Poetic Edge).
Rising from this bosom, this garden of conflagration, from a bed of blessed ashes –
Uncurling fingers that touch the sky, a new song that woos the dawn like wind blowing forever across an endless horizon.
Your lips kiss the sun, its warmth caressing the soft meat of your face, affirming your death in life with a promise of life beyond death to life unending. Continue reading Protea Soul
“Security override. Front door unlocked,” chimed the female voice of the automated security system.
“What the…?” Madic Fage started abruptly, spinning around on his penthouse living room sofa just fast enough to catch sight of a shadowy blur rushing toward him and slamming something hard across his face, knocking him forward onto the coffee table.
Blood spurted from Madic’s nose as his six foot, two hundred and thirty pound body crashed down onto and collapsed the table’s wooden frame. He barely had a moment to recover from his daze as he lay with one side of his face pressed against the carpet. Out of the corner of his left eye, he watched as the slender figure of what appeared to be a woman catapulted over the sofa and onto his back, straddling him. He grunted furiously as she jammed a gun into his temple.
Betrayed by her former boss and lover – Nexus syndicate head Dalan Xan, ex-military turned elite mercenary E’rika Knyght is now on the run for her life. Her only chance for survival lies completely within her ability to retrieve a hidden cache of information containing the evidence she needs to destroy not only Xan but also his scheme to attain dominance in the illegal drug market over potential millions. Unable however to go to the media with this information or turn to anyone in law enforcement except perhaps her cop brother I’faro, E’rika’s only hope to keep breathing is to trust the one man she dares never run to…a ruthless crime boss (and Dalan Xan’s nemesis) whose son she killed years ago.
Driven by the cold knowledge of her nearly certain death within the next few days, the desperate woman is forced to accept that jumping headlong into a spiraling pit of chaos may be her only chance to save countless souls from an agonizing fate worse than any nightmare they have ever known.
Knyght’s Peril is a new original serial written by Aleks K. Shaw. The release date for the first of this weekly mini-series is scheduled for Tuesday, January 30, 2018.
Welcome to the first update for Authentic Edge.
I’ll keep this short and sweet since it’s been a very busy day, it’s late here in my neck of the woods, and I’m running on fumes.
Per the site’s posting schedule, my first post of the week was supposed to be a new publication in Authentic Fiction – the fiction story category. Obviously, that didn’t happen and I apologize. As it turned out, I had a bit of a family emergency. My mother got food poisoning. She was really sick and I spent a good part of the day consulting the pharmacy, picking up medicine, shopping, and running other errands for her. She’s better now, thank God. But for a moment, it looked like she might have needed to go to the hospital (she was throwing up constantly and could hardly stand). She refused to go see a doctor however – she’s a tough cookie.
Again, for all of you who were expecting the new fiction post today, I apologize. But as I’m sure you can appreciate, my mom’s health comes first. This however now means there are two posts I have scheduled to publish this Tuesday – one for Authentic Fiction and the second for Poetic Edge (my poetry section). So you guys get two treats later today! Woo-hoo! Inside my head, I’m dancing a little jig.
A little head’s up, the fiction piece will be the first installment in a short serial that will run for several weeks. I think you’ll really like it. It’s a rewrite of something I had already conjured up. The update following this one will contain a blurb of the story.
Okay, and there you have it! See you guys later and thank for dropping in! Ciao!
“A Sucker Is Born Every Minute…!” Said Jack the Cat
EVERYBODY knows that where furry companions are concerned I like cats but I love dogs more. And there’s a very good reason for that. Some cats are like warm, fuzzy pillows you can cuddle up next to while lazing in your favorite chair or slumbering in bed. Most of the felines I’ve known have normally been quite affectionate…when they’re in the mood. But when they’re not…? Well, let’s just say I’ve run into one or two whose personality can flip in an instant like Dr. Jekyll to Mr. Hyde.
There are actually two versions of this on my YouTube channel (along of course with a bunch of other videos. Although I haven’t chosen to use my YouTube channel seriously yet, I intend to. And lately, I’ve been having a little fun experimenting with what can actually be done just using an app or two on my mobile phone. Happily, the more I discover just what that is, the more enthusiastic I am becoming about exploring more possibilities.