He didn?t mean to do it . . . Yet the shock in his victim?s eyes told David Hockey differently.
?Oh my god . . .? He whispered. And then tickling the sides of his face were the quickly morphing tears of coming madness.
?Ma??The sound of his non-emotional voice is what sickened him, not the ****-wretched smell of his mother. However he felt himself changing; he didn?t know it, but he felt evil personified. ?Mommy!? He said, trying to get more emotion into it, but all the word ?mommy? did was evaporate into the air, and hang there just before the whisper from David?s lips said: ?I killed my mother,? made the word disappear completely.
David walked over to his dear mommy, staring at the freshly sharpened steak knife sticking out of his mother?s throat. Blood tried to leak freely from where the wound would be if the knife were to be removed. Blood had navigated it's way down to her white blouse, seeping through and revealing her black sports bra, which to David now looked purple.
Dave just stood there, shadow over his mother?s body. He stared at the knife and then at her eyes, and that?s when he closed his own in terror. They stung. He closed his mother?s dead, terrified, and shocked eyes. They still seemed to have soul. God had not taken her spirit; not without getting David getting to feel at least some guilt.
Though David?s tears felt hot, along with this pounding remorse was the feel of a great and powerful?dark?high.
I killed my mother, David thought, enchanted by the words dancing through his mind. ?I killed Mommy,? he said aloud. ?And I?m only ten.?
Click.The sound of the door being unlocked, opened, and then noises of people. His sister saying something, and what? Her boyfriend too? Yeah, it was Greg?laughing at something she was saying to him; probably a corny half-assed joke?Beth wasn?t that funny, at least Dave didn?t think so; she was annoying.
At first Dave froze in fear, but then a crazy idea occurred to him. Killing his mother, though horrible, gave him the thrill of his life.
Wonderful wasn?t it? His own voice, yet somehow darker, seemed to speak to him from the front of his mind. Dave?s eyes then filled with insanity; he could hear the shallowness of his breath, the rapid beating of his heart.
?Mom?? Beth called, as Dave heard her heading toward the kitchen.
?She?s in here sissy.? Dave said, surprised by the steadiness in his voice. Dave then ran over to his mother, and quickly grabbed the knife out from the inside of her throat. Blood sprayed upward a little, like a quick leak from a fire hydrant.
?Oh my god, Mom!? Beth screamed as her own tears started to flow. And as she started to run toward the corpse of her murdered mother, she didn?t seem to notice that David still had a blood drenched knife held tightly in his right hand. Dave didn?t let her either, because with it he charged at Beth?s boyfriend, and killed him?thrusting the freshly blood-painted knife into Gregory?s abdomen.
Greg seemed to gulp the air, as little David took the knife out of his stomach. Darnit, David reflected, as Greg?s blood seemed to spill a little on David?s shirt. Greg fell to his knees and stared in disbelief at David?s wild enraged eyes; for a moment Greg thought he saw full black in his gaze instead of that adorable little brown.
?David!? Beth cried, and when her darling little brother turned around, she did not see him. She saw the spawn of Satan.
Smiling, Dave started laughing his full head off and ran toward his sister.
Beth booked it, and Dave pounced but missed, by just a few hairs.
Suddenly whatever insanity had overwhelmed Dave completed its possession. Windows then locked on their own, so did the doors. Everything sweet about David Hockey was also locked.
?All because I had top go in the corner!? David yelled. His voice was not just the cute high-pitched voice of a child, but deep and gurgling like that of a monster. It seemed a sinister, baleful creature was speaking behind him as David spoke.
?Beaaaaathhhhhhyyyyy?? David said in his most playful tone, which would make just about anyone shudder. David laughed, ?Aw, you?re such a good sissy, you never play hide ?n seek wit me.?
Dave was walking toward the door. Slow. Smiling wide enough to make his jaws creak.
It took a while?he was having fun. However soon, David stopped, his arms swung loosely in front of him, as if they were broken. He cocked his head like a dog; you could hear his neck crack as he did so.
?Found you.? David whispered and ran with arms swaying from side to side. He then ran, laughing toward the brown leather easy chair, and that?s when the door banged open.
?Freeze!? A young policeman said. Behind him was a slightly older one. Both looked shocked, but David knew that she had called them. David stopped all right, murmured something in what sounded like Latin, and then just dropped.
The younger cop ran toward the boy and to his surprise yet sickened relief that was held inside his stomach . . . ?He?s dead.?
In Autopsy, Dr. Stanley was stumped with this boy. Not only had he died of a heart failure and had virtually no physical problems, but also from the questions the authorities asked Elizabeth Hockey regarding if her baby brother showed any signs of being?well psychotic, she actually made the kid sound like a little ******* angel.
The police had also found a ouji board in David Hocky's room, and though one officer found this to be suspicious, it was immediately dismissed.
Suddenly Stanley heard the automatic door swish open, but saw no one coming through. The air felt suddenly chilled as the doctor realized the door just opened on it?s own.
Strange, Dr. Stanley reflected as he felt a jolt of adrenaline and anger coursed through him. He went back to the body and picked up one of his instruments: a large blade. Suddenly the deceased David Hockey opened his eyes, blackness started to rise out of the boy?s pours, and then for a split second . . . and the doctor's eyes turned black with insanity.
While I was attending Sheppard Hill Elementary school I had to hide my passion for writing. Whenever we had to write in our journal I'd leap with joy inside, but acted frustrated and annoyed becauseliking writing wasn't normal. It wasn't until one hot day at recess that my two friends I normally play with were in time out, and I had nothing to do . . . except write a story of course.
"May I have a notebook?" I asked a teacher, after my failure to find someone to play with.
"Yep. Just a minute okay, bud?"
The teacher got me a notebook and I wrote in it. I composed a story about a waffle named Billy who missed the bus one morning. Billy lived in a town called Syrup City, and as he is forced to walk the starchy sidewalks, he sees (inside a dark alley) a pancake named Petunia getting beat up by a gang called the French Toast Sticks. Billy puts on a cape, becomes Super-Waffle and saves the pancake.
This was my first story, and when I showed it to my teacher she said the content was like someone in a eleventh-grade level. Nothing anyone has said since, has made me feel any happier. So from there, my one and only dream has been to become a writer.
AND NOW that dream is coming true. I wrote that waffle story when I was nine; I'm twenty now. I've read countless books over the years on writing (some of them should have never been published)andon editing your own work. Therefore I'm not just a writer, I'm my own self-editor. For years I have fought with joining CreateSpace because I had no clue if I was good enough to be writer, no matter how enticing the wholefreepublishing experience may be . . . But I did work hard, reading a lot and writing a lot until I had enough confidence in myself to become a writer (getting a short story published in my school's literary magazine--Hybrid--helped as well).
Now I have countless short stories (first collection soon to be published September 1, 2013) that I want to share, and hope to get some feedback in reviews for some of them.
Now that all 9 of my Cordero saga novels are "out there," I've returned my attention to 2 earlier books that were first published in 2005,
Floyd and the Traveling Yardsale: stories of the Blue Ridge Border, second edition (with 2 new stories) is available via links to Create Space on my website http://www.rlbhartmann.com, and I'm awaiting the proof on the second, also a second (slightly revised) edition, I Rode with Cullen Baker.
Check all the news on my site, and while you're there, watch the 4 short videos I made for Tierra del Oro through links to YouTube.
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(One of the poems in the book)
It's a contradiction
To know what's on your mind.
It's impartially illegal, to change the hands of time
And it's a blessing
To not pay for your crime.
Can you read between the lines?
You took what isn't yours
When I offered you what was mines.
Are you actually ahead of what's behind?
You survey your premisce
Like there's someone to find.
I say this out of sincereity
I'm not trying to be kind;
But close your eyes because your obviously blind,
Look at this from a new angle
Yet still do the math.
Have you always traced the steps in your own path?
I was staring at the book rack at the market when a particular book cover caught me eye. Most of the covers were dark and dangerous looking, but this one was white with a very sexy pair of legs and a swishing skirt. It was so lovely, I couldn't help but pick it up. John Locke had just recently released "Wish List" and once I thumbed through it, I couldn't help but buy it even though I had a pile of unread books at home.
Apparently, Locke has made a big name for himself in a very short time (about three years). He is really an insurance agent who decided to write at night. He focuses on quality work which, I'm sorry guys, but people in self-publishing really need to be aware of. Not everybody can write a block buster, but for the most part, the previews I've seen would be considered poison by the average editor.
Locke claims to be the first self-published e-book author to sell a million copies. He is also a businessman and a salesman which I'm sure counts for a lot of his success. He's promotes selling e-books for 99 cents. The 35 percent, he says, is far better than what you'd get dealing directly with a publisher.
He also says that he spends most of his marketing time sending e-mails and tweeting and does less of it once he settles down to write.
According to one source, he's getting as many as 35,000 downloads per day. But his work is hilarious. I was captivated before I even left the store. And when he tweets, I haven't seen him promote his work, I've seen him making friends. "My friend Shelley has just written one great book" is typical of what you see.
He has about 68,000 followers and people he is following. His tweets are relatively few at about 4,000. So I guess the name of the game is "who you know." And make sure the books you write are hot.
MARIAH'S MOST WANTED will be available in the spring.
My novel, Glamour Ghost, came out today on Kindle. I wanted a catchy slogan, but wasn't sure if this one was too much: "Great Sex for 99 cents!" I don't know if this is offensive or if people will take it for the joke that it is. Any comments would be appreciated.
Glenn Langohr Spent 10 Years Incarcerated on Drug Charges Where He Changed His Life Through Writing His Novel Roll Call, Now a Big Seller on Amazon
In Roll Call, Glenn Langohr takes the reader on a journey from his runaway childhood, to addict and drug dealer, deeper into the drug war for an inside look at Mexican cartel wars, corrupt narcotic detectives and a California Prison Union bent on breeding bigger criminals.
"By incarcerating drug offenders we're breeding an addiction into an affliction much harder to escape."
San Clemente, Ca (PRWEB) December 30, 2011
Roll Call by Glenn Langohr, available in print and E-book, delves into a true account of his drug dealing past, that turned into trumped up organized crime charges over a bad business deal with the fabricator of Custom Craft Harley Davidson's. Then, the novel follows his path through the prison system to reveal how the California Prison Union used terror tactics with then Governor Arnold Schwarzenegger relating to the 3 Strike’s Law. Harvard lawyers have since confirmed with “A shameful lie.”
Kirkus Discoveries Nielson Media "A harrowing, down-and-dirty depiction--sometimes reminiscent of Steven Soderbergh's Traffic--of America's war on drugs, by former dealer and California artist Langohr."
Glenn Langohr's vision is to influence more smart on crime and redemption. He writes prisoners at the most zealous prisons, like Pelican Bay to inspire them to take what they have been through and turn it into a blessing through writing and art. See his youtube video for more.
Other books by Glenn Langohr: Upon Release, sequel to Roll Call, A California Pelican Bay Prison Story Vol 1, Lock Up Diaries Vol 2 and Gladiator Vol 3. Available on Amazon.
Roll Call in print $19.99 and $3.99 in E-book.
Upon Release 2.99 in E-Book- Upon Release from Pelican Bay Prison, B.J struggles not to look back at the Criminal Justice System that tried to kill him. Inspired to help prisoners turn their lives around through art, he tries to work for the church. Running into judgment, the church doesn't tell the shelter he lives at he was volunteering his time helping orphans and B.J is on the run again. Add a beautiful ballerina, a good cop squeezed out of the loop by overzealous detectives, a prison protest to help the voiceless, and the temptation to do a massive drug run from Mexico, and you have the perfect recipe for a Spiritual revolution, where compassion is missing, all leaving the reader wondering; who are the real criminals?
A California Pelican Bay Prison Story-Race Riot, $2.99 in E-book- A penetrating look inside of one California's most dangerous prisons. B.J, a drug dealer serving time, struggling to hold on to truth and his faith in God, takes the reader on a never before seen, inside look at a California level 4 prison. The inner dynamics between prison guards, gang investigators and the Warden are on display along with the political climate between races with a war brewing between the Mexicans and Blacks. A piercing account of the process for gang validation into solitary confinement at Pelican Bay's SHU through the eyes of inmates struggling to survive gang wars, in prison drug debts, prison politics, rules and regulations, and ultimately power and control, while desperately trying to find a path for redemption along the way.
A California Pelican Bay Prison Story Vol 2 Lock Up Diaries, $2.99 in E-book
A California Pelican Bay Prison Story Vol 3 Gladiator, $2.99 in E-book
Interviews and copies for review available upon request.
Majority of the readers who had read the novel "KARATE BABY" by Kenroz Bridgeforth said that the book is not just hillarious but informative. At first they thought that "KARATE BABY authored by Kenroz Bridgeforth was an adoptation from the movie "KARATE KID " portrayed by Jaden Smith ( Will Smith's son). If you watched "KARATE KID" 2010 remake you would surely want to read the KARATE BABY by Kenroz Bridgeforth. Why? Because Karate Baby by Kenroz Bridgeforth has more twists and really interesting and entertaining. Actually the author of this book (Kenroz Bridgeforth) is a professional author. Back in her teenage life in the Philippines she published more than a hundred novels. She is a versatile author who published almost all kinds of genre. But of course since nobody here in USA knows who is Kenroz Bridgeofrth, there were only few people who purchased this books. The funny thing about it was, those few who purchased Karate Baby by Kenroz Bridgeforth were not even books' readers. They were busy people who purchased the books just because of the cursiouty and thought that Karate Baby was an adoptation from KARATE KID 2010 remake. But guess what? After reading the KARATE BABY book they asked if there are some more action adventure books written by KENROZ BRIDGEFORTH. They said they love the book. They were surprised with the new twists and ideas from the author. And they also started to wish that someone will make a movie out of the book "KARATE BABY" by Kenroz Bridgeforth.