Skip navigation

The Portrait of a Lady

Posted by gaity Apr 28, 2014

It's a shocking crime, no matter where it's committed. Acid thrown in  someone's face, leaving the victim burned, maimed and disfigured. Sadly,  it happens more often than you think around the globe, and almost  always, the victims are women.It is a crime with a marked gender skew. Experts say that women and girls  are victims in 75-80% of cases. Of the female victims, about 30% are  under 18.It is not about religion or culture, it takes place in parts  of the world where women are not empowered. It's an extreme form of  domestic violence to distort women walking dead situation for the victim and often a grey area in the eyes of the law.

Acid attacks appear to be disproportionately common in South Asia. As  well as India, there are "very high" numbers in  Afghanistan but there are no official figures. Bangladesh and Pakistan  also have considerable numbers.

Unlike India, where there is no dedicated  measuring of acid attacks, Pakistan and Bangladesh have made it a  specific offence. The most common motives are rejected marriage  proposals and sexual advances.It can take years for victims to recover, they may need  dozens of surgical procedures. Then there is the psychological trauma. If victims have been ostracised from the family structure their  exclusion is very severe.

Most acid-attacks are punishing measures towards women who have refused to accede to commands from men or have stood against abuses from them.

The effects of these acid attacks upon their lives have been destructive: apart from the physical trauma undergone, they also have to face psychological trauma as well as social isolation and ostracism from their community. A law against acid crimes will hardly act as a deterrent when perpetrators know that if they have enough resources and leverage they can shrug off any charge held against them, no matter the atrocity.

From the victims? point of view, there is a high risk of denial of  justice, and the numerous obstacles they can face in their pursuit of justice may act as a strong  disincentive preventing them from reporting the attacks. Indeed, the  status of women in Pakistan, subject on the one hand to pressures not to  disgrace their families by filing a case, and on the other hand, to  disdain from the police officers themselves, will add to the obstacles  faced by any average Pakistani seeking justice within a corrupted  policing system and administration.

Life is a lot of work. What is it that gives us the strength to continue  when we are tired and burned out? Sometimes an inspirational idea can  help us renew ourselves and be filled with strength to fulfill our  life's purpose. Inspiration comes in many forms. Acid stricken women remain in a burning ****;burried alive in the fumes of rage and violence;need to be loved to be cure out of psychological syndrome of being accused of a crime which is not a part of their signature.


190 Views 0 Comments Permalink


Posted by gaity Apr 27, 2014

Unfortunately, Pakistani and Indian societies still run on tribal and  feudal system and the majority of the population lives under rural and  feudal control.3 In feudal system, there is no education;  no freedom and women are treated like slaves or prisoners in the  households making violence against women in these societies very  common.

Some tribal societies consider women as the source of all evils  and men are not mentioned in any evil doing.  There is a famous  proverb, used and believed so universally, in such societies, "Zan, Zar,  Zameen" (Woman, Money, Land) being the source of everything evil.  This  is a sound wisdom in these cultures. This is used, not as a source of  learning but as a tool to put blame on the women and not on the men in  case of any undesirable behaviour on part of the men. In such societies,  women's personality is determined by the man's wishes.  If she is  non-compliant, and rebellious, she is punished through beatings,  isolation, virtual imprisonment and sometimes murdered.
It  is the interplay of the identified determinants that violence against  women may be analyzed. Factors which are found in persons makes them  either vulnerable to be abused or to have the tendency to be violent and  abusive. The conditions which set the stage for violence against women  are found in the extrinsic factors which are heavily present in the  culture of Pakistan. The prevailing system of patriarchy both in  Pakistan and its neighboring countries supports and influences violence  against women.

  Historically, in the Indo-Pak's tribal and rural cultures, women were  treated as the property of men. Role of woman has been submission, to  serve as a commodity and to sacrifice herself for the sake of values  determined by man.When there used to be disputes between  tribes, goats, sheep and women were traded for reconciliation.  Marriages, for political and tribal peace were common.Similar practices are still ongoing and many families do not allow their  women to marry in case someone out of the family would share their  ancestral lands. These restrictions are applied to control  women from inheriting land, property and precluding their offspring's,  from another man, to inherit the family land and influence. She is  beaten and killed, for the sake of man's ethics and man-made values. 
If  a woman is respected in a culture, she is less likely to be abused and  beaten. It is important to note that in many countries like Pakistan,  one of the very interesting phenomenon is that older women are respected  but the young women are not. This does not necessarily mean that older  women are not abused. Wife beating is even considered normal in the  culture and therefore, is unreported.


Male dominance is frequently mentioned as a determinant of the domestic violence.  Decision making authority makes the man more dominant in the family and  society and increases the likelihood of violence against women.  Pakistani society is a patriarchal society in which, male members who  bear the decision-making authority, head the families. Women are usually  not included in making decisions and are considered socially and  economically dependent on men. Women "consider themselves insecure, incomplete, ineffective and inefficient without males".  Therefore, the male dominance becomes one of the significant predictor  of the violence against women in the country. Marital conflict has been  found to be related with the domestic violence.Majority of  the studies around the globe have shown that marital conflict  associated with verbal and physical abuse is common in all strata of the  society regardless of geographic, cultural, psychosocial and financial  differences. In a study, out of 150 participants,  34% reported to be physically abused by their husbands due to marital  conflicts. The reason of the marital conflict included financial  constraints, presence of in-laws, children and absence of a male child.

161 Views 0 Comments Permalink
208 Views 1 Comments Permalink Tags: marketing, book, amazon, author, blog

Thank you

Posted by jlthompson5 Apr 24, 2014

The life of a writer gets better day by day. I know the high has to stop sometime but for right now it’s a wild ride up hill. I snuck on to twitter and had so many re-tweets of all my links and a lot of response here now on my book blog.  Ok, honestly, I cried! I felt the need to cry from the overwhelming response to my work!  I am so thankful that I overcame my fear and put myself out there. I really think, although it’s social media, I might show my kids. They are still young enough that the little things excite them. But then again I’m old and everything excites me!

Now I know I have to keep going with the series, writing, my blogging life. This is just so much more then I ever thought it would be and the rush is just amazingly hard to put words to how I feel. And I’m not the type of girl to be out of words. And all my characters would thank you if they could! Life has such an amazing way of showing you if you’re faithful your day will change. I just hope to keep the good vibes coming and the word spreading about my series!


291 Views 0 Comments Permalink Tags: books, authors, marketing, book, music, new, design, author, blog, self-publishing, createspace, promotion, review, me, publishing, writing, preview

Can you play any other tune?

Posted by gaity Apr 21, 2014

Price and value webbed toes wander in the profound waves of   fiction meets stream of consciousness ;   just pressed one gram of excess weight on that image it would have been so corny.  it’s happening in real time, there is an endearing awkwardness to the  thing, which is full of stammered questions, long, pensive pauses and  technical snafus.

Passion should believe itself irresistible. It should forget civility  and consideration and all the other curses of a refined nature. Above  all, it should never ask for leave where there is a right of way.

It is so difficult - at least, I find it difficult - to understand people who speak the truth.Persuasion to attract human race in wild goose chase like a rlling stone over the thorns of realistic charry steps of one's strength of amazement.

Chasing the curtains of dreams as the first drop of blood ;as a rainbow yonder the horizon;as a lass with her wild gaze;wandering like a stray cloud over the dale, as a thatched roof sustains the breathe of sleep of hunger.

Drops of rain dangling and dispersing the soil;quenched the thirst of a century; trying to put a bullet which always have time to  remember a face.  The answer to the question to kill thus mission is over to kill beyond time and space.

132 Views 0 Comments Permalink

Looking for a review

Posted by readytoliveinark Apr 20, 2014


  I've just finished my first book and am looking for someone to review it for me.  The title is "Is Your Family As Strange As Mine?" by TB Grace.  Its is a short non-fiction with short quirky bios of my family members with the thought that though we may not like some things about them they are our family and we should let God deal with the stuff we don't like.



215 Views 0 Comments Permalink Tags: authors, amazon, review, preview

Write What You Know...and Love

Posted by Pen2Paper Apr 20, 2014

     As a debut author of the book, Red Hunger, I can tell you that most of what I've heard in the past, certainly in the past four years of completing my novel, is now ringing true. I'm assuming that the majority of you have heard the saying, "Write what you know." I believe those in the literary field give this advise as encouragement and as an opportunity to share a bit of their wisdom with those who yearn to express themselves through marketable works. I agree with them.


     As I've said before, when we decide to take pen to paper, we should never lose sight of the fact that we are not just composing words for ourselves but for our audience as well. They deserve the best finished product we can produce, so it's important to have a sound knowledge of that which you write about. I think it's also equally important to possess a fire in your belly, a definite passion for your subject matter.


     Think of your readers as a movie audience. When you lay down your hard earned money to attend a viewing on the silver screen, you come with an expectation of being entertained. Well, your readers possess the same kind of expectation, and whether your story is fact or fiction, if you can't captivate your readers from beginning to end, then you certainly have not done your best as a writer.


     The best advice that I can give is this: pick a subject you enjoy, take your time, do your research, and polish your work until it shines. When you're finally done, you'll make a powerful connection with your audience, and that, my friends, is worth its weight in gold!




12,090 Views 2 Comments Permalink Tags: marketing, book, amazon, distribution, formatting, author, blog, self-publishing, createspace, publishing, writing, fiction

The Attested-

Posted by jlthompson5 Apr 20, 2014

   Would you fall in love? Or push him away? Knowing that your job is to protect the future god of mankind and die when he didn’t need you anymore was bad enough. But Cole insists on loving her. Finally she lets him in. She holds her guard though, she still isn’t sure if he can really change her fate. If he does will he still love her like he said he always would? With such a big promise surely he couldn’t keep it.

                Then Sam, Whitney’s best friend, starts to believe him too. She is followed by the rest of the coven and they point out the changes to her. There was a shift waiting to happen and she could almost feel it. She tried to ignore it, hide it, after being an orphan for so long she knew not to get her hopes up. She distracts her mind by exploring love.

                Whitney decides if she is going to let Cole in she wants to slowly experience life before she dies. Her choices upsets her friend to the point of a fight over Whitney’s future. She has a moment of clarity with this fight, maybe she can trust what’s going on here. Maybe not all places were the same as the terrible foster homes she lived in until found by her uncle. Finding out her past leads to her father and clearly there is tension between them that makes life more difficult to digest for her.

                Find out more about what happen in The Vilincia Coven series and get ready for more on The Attested, book 2 of the series!

Twitter @JThompsonbooks

Or sneak into book one at


365 Views 0 Comments Permalink Tags: books, authors, cover, marketing, book, music, new, amazon, design, distribution, formatting, author, blog, self-publishing, createspace, promotion, review, me, interior, publishing, writing, preview, fiction

le travail des enfants

Posted by gaity Apr 20, 2014

Child labour is often defined as work that deprives children of their  childhood, their potential and their dignity, and that is harmful to  physical and mental development .Child labour is more than bruises and broken bones ; might be the most visible, other types of abuse.While it's easy to say that only bad and heartless people compel poor children to labour ; it's  not  always so black and white. Not all abusers are intentionally  harming  children. Many have been victims of abuse by their parents as well;as I am a witness of a number of parents sending their children on work when really they need to play with toys.Child labour doesn't  only happen in poor families or bad neighborhoods.  It crosses all racial,  economic, and cultural lines. Sometimes,  families who seem to have it all from  the outside are hiding a  different story behind closed doors; a very common type of child labouris  a pattern of failing to provide  for a child's basic needs, whether it be  adequate food, clothing,  hygiene, or supervision. Child neglect is not always  easy to spot.  Sometimes, a parent might become physically or mentally unable to  care  for a child, such as with a serious injury, untreated depression, or   anxiety. Other times, alcohol or drug abuse may seriously impair  judgment and  the ability to keep a child safe.

Older children might  becoming used to presenting a competent face to the outside  world, and  even taking on the role of the parent. But at the end of the  day, labour   children are not getting their physical and emotional  needs met.While child labour occurs in all  types of families—even in  those that look happy from the outside—children are  at a much greater  risk in certain situations ,likeDomestic violence, Alcohol and drug,
Untreated mental illness,Lack of parenting skills, Stress and lack of support.

Child labour is immensly execute in the countries where poverty is below the belt.
Child labour remains of the major problems afflicting  the underdeveloped countriesand  its children. Various laws in an attempt to limit child  labour and indentured servitude—but those laws are universally ignored,n its most extreme forms, child labour involves children being enslaved,  separated from their families, exposed to serious hazards and illnesses  and/or left to fend for themselves on the streets of large cities –  often at a very early age. Whether or not particular forms of “work” can  be called “child labour” depends on the child’s age, the type and hours  of work performed, the conditions under which it is performed and the  objectives pursued by individual countries. The answer varies from  country to country, as well as among sectors within countries.


Although  we have, in theory, abolished human slavery, recognized women's rights,  and stopped child labor, we continue to enslave other species who, if  we simply pay attention, show quite clearly that they experience  parental love, pain, and the desire for freedom, just as we do.

Although  we have, in theory, abolished human slavery, recognized women's rights,  and stopped child labor, we continue to enslave other species who, if  we simply pay attention, show quite clearly that they experience  parental love, pain, and the desire for freedom, just as we do.

Although  we have, in theory, abolished human slavery, recognized women's rights,  and stopped child labor, we continue to enslave other species who, if  we simply pay attention, show quite clearly that they experience  parental love, pain, and the desire for freedom, just as we do.

153 Views 0 Comments Permalink


Posted by gaity Apr 19, 2014

Wild flowers are most beautiful in love; though its land is not a rich and fertile ;as dreams are not of wide meadows and fruitful fields.       Instead it is a land of rocky ways and stony hills with rugged mountains.       Vivid wild flowers bring a startling view when they are found in the cracks and crevices of a frowning orb though heart treasure brilliant flowers of unseen land of a wonderful delight.

Each flower became an ancient myth that told of its creation and why it was so beautiful.       These myths were told to make the death of a youth seem less cruel as an exquisite flower was the direct creation.

" The moon goddess, once called Selene, saw Endymion on Mt. Latmos tending his sheep.      So enamored with his beauty was she that she came down from heaven to be with him in his dreams.      Endymion begged for perpetual youth, sleep, and immortality so he could prolong this pleasant dream   forever.   Selene stills visits him nightly in his immortal sleep."

         Ah ! Endymion yonder the horizon of bygone.

True love is rare, and it's the only thing that gives life real meaning.How a person may be out of losing an eye of beloved;the question is how one may blindly keep fait in a fate which exist nowhere;making one's life like a comic opera i-e sigh may turn a heart to a furnace but who can experience the edgy giggles of friends and foe;as one feels that how one's heart is broken just as a small, clean sound, like the snapping of a flower's stem.

Tears are the true witness of theproliferation of romantic themes?most of them tragic? is astounding.

Of course, I  honor love, but surprisingly, I pretty wonder that why Greeksdid not  particularly laud the goddess of love, Aphrodite. Her epithets?which are  extremely indicative of how the Hellenes felt about this powerful  emotion.Love is extremely important but  hurtful, deadly, and destructive. However, love is vital to the scheme of existence.

If love is music then why it is so painful to love and part;one may listen music even if apart;one may transmute love;ignore it;muddle it but may never pull it apart or out of one's heart.Experience love while feeling and following it in silence because it is reflected at the corners of eyes;smile on thy lips;a lock on temple ;lines of one's brow ;like an angelic kiss on soul,

133 Views 0 Comments Permalink

When a new soul is blown in a mother's womb ;it is a sign of God's faith in human being;a new journey is commenced;becomming a parent is not the proof to acquire the level of heaven under one's feet;it is a ceaseless effort of turmoil. Regretfully how many children really bless eith utmost effectiveness of up-bringing? Rarely in a blue thought to get a positive answer; is just like if one expects a sane response from an insane system.

  Watching out the phenomenon out of one's glass house like throwing stones on one's own face;'Child Abuse' a profound dilemma of human society which often makes my heart water of salinity;piercing ach which cause inward bleed of my heart.Sometimes variation in culture'below the line of poverty may contribute mal nutrition indicating mental and physical injury to the child.

        Sexual abuse as in a sense of employment,persuasion of any child to engage in,any sexually explicit conduct,like rape,molestation,prostitution;thus exploit chidren or incest with children.


Many abused children cling to the hope that growing up will bring escape and freedom


But  the personality formed in the environment of coercive control is not  well adapted to adult life. The survivor is left with fundamental  problems in basic trust, autonomy, and initiative. She approaches the  task of early adulthood ,establishing independence and  intimacy ,burdened by major impairments in self-care, in cognition and  in memory, in identity, and in the capacity to form stable  relationships. Such children become a prisioner of their abusive childhood and embrace the same trauma in trying to cast away of that irony from life rather their memory is inflicted with the edges of that nightmare.

     Abuse manipulates and twists a child’s natural sense of trust and love ,innocent feelings are mocked. The victim learns to ignore one's feelings , can’t afford to feel the full range of feelings in body while being abused—pain, outrage, hate, vengeance,  confusion, arousal. So the poor soul short-circuits them and goes numb. For many  children, any expression of feelings, even a single tear, is cause for  more severe abuse.

      A statue stands in a shaded place
An angel girl with an upturned face
A name is written on a polished rock
A broken heart that the world forgot”  
―     Martina Mcbride

   However, if love is minimal and abuse high, the damage will be permanent  and the children will suffer emotional impairments for the rest of  their lives.

231 Views 0 Comments Permalink

Drum roll please...

Posted by Pen2Paper Apr 18, 2014

Red Hunger has been released!


With the release of my debut novel, Red Hunger, I want to take a moment to thank all of my supporters. I especially want to express my gratitude to Createspace for all of their hard work and tireless effort to make my dream of becoming a published author a reality.


I realize my work has just begun. I am currently involved in the preparation of my second book in the series. A writer's life is filled with ups and downs, triumphs and set backs, but I wouldn't trade any of it for any other profession. I love what I do, and I know each and every one of you within this wonderful community feels the same. Let's keep working to fill the world with an endless myriad of stories, both fictional and non-fictional, to touch the lives of our most-deserving readers, for they are our true inspiration! Happy Writing!



217 Views 0 Comments Permalink Tags: book, amazon, author, blog, self-publishing, createspace, publishing, writing, fiction

A good earn in return

Posted by gaity Apr 16, 2014

The International Cricket Council's Anti-Corruption and Security Unit,  in a confidential note, has revealed how players are approached and  trapped by bookies.                    Betting on cricket in the legal and illegal markets continues to grow  rapidly and, with many, many millions of dollars being bet on every  match, the threat of corrupters seeking to influence the game has not  gone away.

The           last knockout tournament in Bangladesh raised a staggering amount for           thePakistan cricket board;its not the matter of losing a match but there were various heart rending cries of the nation;the only happiness was swept away by jingling of coins as an eternal melody to eleven skippers. 

Professionalism           is dealing with the conditions that one face and, no matter what,           going out and giving  all. There are one or two players in the           team who don't understand that completely yet. The           dying breed of openers in  cricket is a cause of concern and it           is time we take it seriously. I know it is not easy, but then we have           the resources to tap and groom the right men. The board and the           selectors have a challenge in hand.
              When it was made public ; despite it being the result of a  comprehensive and wide-spanning inquiry, the report received some  criticism for being too vague in its findings, implying involvement of  players in the team by imposing fines but not confirming it beyond  reasonable doubt.


"Cricket has a proud tradition as a by-word for fair play. To keep that  reputation the International Cricket Council must start to implement  reforms that will strengthen transparency in cricket and address the  many corruption risks that threaten the game"
– Deryck Murray, former cricketer and chair of Trinidad & Tobago Transparency Institute .

It is an important issue ;a positive role may be fairly played by in the lives of people;corruption in sports not only ruins the board but also squashed the cabage to dispersed the virtue of fair play and integrity.

169 Views 0 Comments Permalink




Hello to all Fantasy-Adventure novel readers! I would like to share my anime-themed novel, The Explorers to everyone around the world! The Explorers is now on sale on Createspace with its new front cover designed by me!

Be the first of your friends to own the copy of the book. Get yours now!

Book 1:

The Explorers is now available on Amazon. Get your copy now:



"When the world's fate is at stake... a new breed of warriors will come..."


A group of legendary warriors called Explorers are King Jethro's guardians, servants, and protectors of human world and the entire universe. But only fourteen chosen men are entrusted by the king of gods to become the possessors of his long-lost elements to save the world from tribulation, disorder, and chaos.


  • Series: The Explorers
  • Paperback: 300 pages
  • Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform; 2 edition (March 24, 2014)
  • Language: English
  • ISBN-10: 1494466392
  • ISBN-13: 978-1494466398
  • Product Dimensions: 8 x 5.2 x 0.7 inches


The Explorers is also now available in Kindle Edition. Get yours now on Amazon for only $2.99! You can now buy a copy of this ebook to any Amazon Stores:,,uk,,,,,,,,,,,


If your device is running Android or iOS, you need to download and install the Kindle application on App Store (iOS) and Play Store (Android). Then search The Explorers Book 1.


The Explorers Wiki on is currently looking for editors/contributors! The contributors should already have read the novel to add The Explorers related pages and contents. You can make your contribution without creating a account:


Grab your copy now! Don't forget to help support The Explorers by liking and sharing the page to your wall and let your friends know about the release.

The Explorers page:

Thank you and God bless!

- Kirsten Nimwey (The Explorers author)




235 Views 0 Comments Permalink Tags: fiction, adventure, fantasy, theexplorers, kirstennimwey, explorers

My Story!

Posted by jlthompson5 Apr 14, 2014

I want to go about this a little differently. You all know my story, you’ve read my rants a few times now and know that I always try to tie my life into my book. This time I want to give you some of my book. I know, I’ve been asking you to go look at my preview but hey, I don’t click every link either and I don’t expect you too either. So without further Aude here is chapter 1 of The Vilincia Coven, The Watcher.


Welcome to Taylor Prep


Chapter 1





          The third generation of coven children now ruled the school. The normal of school called the group of kids the brat-lings. They could get away with anything and break every rule without punishment. That group of kids put fear into all the students that attended the old brick school. They were always together and only mingled with the general population when catering a huge, rowdy party.


            Cole was the grandson of Adam Taylor and his father, David, was the current principal. Cole was tall and built with mussels, blonde hair, and brown eyes. He played all the sports he could to feel like he fit in. Cole was drilled with his grandfather’s ways from the moment he was born, completely unaware of who he really was in the world. Like his father, Cole spent most of his life at the school. To avoid his father the coven kids normally came to Cole to have their issues resolved. He was the oldest of this generation of the coven at just 16.


            Benson was the third generation of the Vons. He was tall and handsome with long black hair and green eyes that pulled you in with one look. He was 16 also and adored his motorcycle. He always wore his black leather jacket and jeans. For looking so mean he was truly a sweet guy. When he had something to say he made sure he was heard. Benson was a true mama’s boy and had unlimited access to her huge bank account. He was also Cole’s best friend. They did everything together since they were kids and had been roommates since they started at Taylor Prep.


            Felicia, also 16, was from the Marchello family. She was slender and kept her hair long and straight. Her hair was the prettiest shade of brown and her eyes glowed a brilliant hazel color. She was the reason they were called the brat-lings, she was rude and mean and spoiled to the core by her parents. Her parents were teachers at the school and still allowed her to act the way she did. Her parents claimed it was a phase she would be over soon. She found peace in keeping everyone out. Mean was the only way she knew to push people away. She only really had one true friend, Haley Raven. Felicia was foreseen as Cole’s future queen but seemed to not be interested in talking to him yet. For now she didn’t like being told who to love.


            Then the Strover twins, only 15, hung out in the crowd. Jessica and Jackson where polar opposites for twins. Jessica preferred to be called Jess, she kept her hair short and dyed black but her blue eyes popped out from all the darkness as light. She was gothic and loved it. She had pretty lips that she kept painted black. She was proud of who she was and rebelled just to fight about something. She was smarter than her twin brother and took pride in beating him for top grades every year, keeping her perfect record and her never changing 4.0. She was known for fighting with boys though and was constantly in trouble.


            Jackson, on the other hand, was a genius and proud although always second to Jess. He kept his hair’s natural blonde color, cut short and his blue eyes glowed. He was tall and a known hottie in the school. He was into science and seemed to be more down to earth then his twin sister. He was calm and tried to avoid conflict. Jess was always pulling him into her trouble. The twins’ powers fed off of each other. If they were separated they wouldn’t even have powers to defend themselves.


            The 15 year old Zoe belonged to the Handson’s. She was sweet and loved to help people. She kept her hair blonde, long, and cutely cut around her face. Her eyes were a beautiful shade of grey. She was thin but feisty when she needed to be. Zoe was a cheerleader and helped her fellow class men with anything from homework help to making friends. Zoe knew everyone and loved it. Her heart was kind and it reflected in everything Zoe did. She was also the local D.J.Z for all the parties. Zoe rocked her turntables constantly, loving music to the fullest.


            Evan was 15 and he was the grandchild to the Monroe’s. He kept his hair in his eyes but just barely. It was naturally black and product held it in just the right way. Evan was a little shorter than everyone else and punched anyone who pointed it out. He was a rocker to the core. He had a metal band that played all the parties and were growing in popularity outside their happy little town. Evan played guitar and could sing like an angel. His voice was hypnotic and would pull you in with every word. He wasn’t a big fan of Cole and avoided hanging out with him at all costs. Evan thought Cole was just sailing through this school because of his name and only got involved when Benson made him.


            Last, but not least, is little Haley Raven at just 14. She was the great granddaughter of the Raven household. Her hair was shoulder length and dark in color. Haley had soft blue eyes and a sweet smile. She was shy and didn’t talk a lot. She always had her nose in a book. She only talked to one person ever, her best friend Felicia. They even lived together which was amazing. Haley stayed where she could hear what was going on but never really took part in the chaos. Cole was sure she was holding back for a big bang one day.






            The new school year was upon them, all the new kids filed into the dorms and the old brick office buildings. The main administration building still had the original hand rails, old cracked wood that was sure to leave a splinter, from when the building was first put up. The ages of the students were from middle school up. All of the students there for whatever “gifted” or “talented” reason their parents gave Cole’s dad. It was one of the best schools around.


             Cole was unpacking his clothes for the school year after his summer vacation. Cole had spent the summer taking care of his mom. She divorced his father years ago and became ill. She never seemed to get better and was now in bed and barely alive. Cole worked two jobs all summer long to help her catch up on her bills and pay for her medicine. Cole couldn’t help but worry about her.


            It wasn’t long before Cole was shook from his thought by the door flying open. Benson was standing in the doorway with a huge smile for his friend, who he hadn’t seen in a long two months. He had let his longer black hair down from its normal ponytail. Benson’s big black boots stomped across the floor as he approached his friend.


            “Have you seen all the new and beautiful little things running around here? This is going to be a great year.” Benson proclaimed.


            “Sure is,” Cole laughed, “How was your vacation?”


            “Great, kind of, my mom made me spend time my cousins out in Cali though.” Benson said sighing.


            Cole smiled at his friend. He would have given anything to go to the beaches of California instead of worrying about his sick mother. Benson always seemed to have good luck. He even seemed to get all the girls first.  Cole finished unpacking his clothes; he looked around at the dorm room they had shared for years. The posters and pictures that covered the walls were reminders of all the time they spent at that school understanding who they are. They couldn’t even see the original color of the wall through all the pictures and papers and stickers all over his side of the wall and Benson’s side looked just like Cole’s covered with memories.


            “What do you say we rock the dorms tonight at a welcome back party?” Benson asked.


            “Ben you’re going to upset my dad already?” Cole asked.


            “No but the twins will. They already started planning the party.” Benson said with a wicked smile.


            “I don’t know man, there always seems to be some drama lingering around the parties we have.” Cole confessed.


            “True, but all the new girls around here, all dressed up is something you can’t miss out on.” Benson said.


            “Fine I’ll go. Now let’s go get our books.” Cole said smiling a little.


            “Alright, it’s always better when you’re in too.” Benson said.


            As Cole opened the door and walked into the hall, he collided with a new student. A blonde girl with pink streaks in her hair. She was slender but filled out and looked to be Cole’s age. Her eyes were a soft shade of purple and looked up at Cole with apologies.


            “I’m so sorry. I wasn’t watching where I was going.” She said bending down to get her books. Her hair fell in her face just a little as she reached for her things.


            “Totally ok, we were all new once.” Cole said with a smile at her.


            He bent down and helped her pick up her books. He handed her the books she had dropped and couldn’t help but smile at her. She was captivating to Cole and he felt the connection to her. It was like he knew her but he had never seen her before.


            “Thanks” she said with a smile.


            With that she was gone in a swift turn. She was shy and that took Cole’s breath away more. Benson took one look at his friend and knew he was hooked on this new girl already.


            “Finally a girlfriend for you. I was starting to worry about you man.” Benson said patting Cole’s back.


            “Oh please I didn’t even get her name.” Cole said.


            “It’s not like you have to try hard to find her again.” Benson pointed out.


            “Oh shut up Ben.” Cole laughed.


            The two boys went on their way to collect their books for classes the next day. The same old hallways in the dorm painted yellow bored Cole’s walk to the main hall. The fresh air and the smell of fall on its way made the old blackened bricks of the main hall light up. All the voices echoed all over the huge lobby. In line for their books Cole heard a familiar whining voice that he couldn’t ignore. Felicia huffed by throwing a tantrum about not getting into the chemistry class her father taught. She was no good at chemistry and knew her dad would help her out. That’s why Cole’s dad refused to let her in her dad’s class.


            “Welcome home Felicia.” Benson yelled teasing her.


            “Bite me Ben.” She huffed.


            “Oh really?” he teased more.


            She flipped him the bird as she walked on down the hall. Her pink heels clicked on the marble floor and her hair floated behind her as she stormed off. Benson laughed loudly as they waited in line for their books and class schedules. Cole looked around at all the new faces and kids having fun. If only they knew who he really was, they would tremble in fear of him.


            “Cole Taylor, Welcome back to school.”  Benson’s mom smiled. Her brown hair was cut short and curled, around her round face. It made him feel like he was home. She was like his second mom. She was good friends with his mom and helped out gladly with him when he needed some motherly TLC.


            “Hello ma’am.” Cole replied.


            “How was your vacation?” she asked digging out his class schedule.


            “Great, I caught up on my sleep.” He joked.


            “Good one, slide on down to Jess and she’ll get your books honey.” She said.


            “Thank you ma’am.” He said smiling and waving goodbye.


            He walked down the line to find Jess standing behind a table almost waiting on him. She smiled at Cole; she always had a little thing for him but never admitted to it. He picked up on it by the way she treated him. Her short black hair was styled down. Her thick black makeup only made her eyes bluer. 


            “Welcome back Cole.” She said reaching for his list.


            “Funny never took you for a volunteer type.” He smiled at her.


            “I’m making up for a big mistake I made on break.” She huffed.


            “Was it worth it?” Cole asked.


            “Completely.” She smiled.


            “You’re doing great then.” He said taking his books from her. He had quite a few books piled up in his arms as he stepped out of the way to wait for Benson.


            “Wow, did you see Jess helping?” Ben laughed.


            “Hey be nicer to her, she might bite you back.” Cole teased him.


            “I know, it creeps me out.” He said squirming a little.


            The boys took off walking back towards the dorms. Along the way Benson had to stop and at least smile at all the girls that gawked at the both of them. Cole never really took himself for the handsome type with his messy blonde hair, but he felt the eyes on him and the urges racing through the minds of the young ladies staring at him.


            Cole was drawn to the stage being set up for the night’s party in the court yard. He knew D.J.Z would be making her appearance as always. The opening act though was always Evan’s band, Kill Zone. Cole always loved the sight of an awesome party coming together.


            Not watching where he was going, Cole toppled over a bench were Evan and the pretty girl from earlier sat.  All three of them hit the ground and Evan wailed, completely upset about Cole’s stupidity.


            “What the **** man?” Evan screamed.


            “Sorry man I wasn’t thinking right.” Cole said getting to his feet.


            “Get yourself together man.” Evan snapped shoving some of his books at him.


            “Sorry we had to collide again.” Cole said to the new girl.


            “Totally alright, but next time I want diner first.” She said handing him the last of his books.


            “Deal.” Cole said waving as he walked away.


            He had made himself look dumb and wanted to hide from embarrassment. Of course that wasn’t going to happen because Benson wasn’t far away.


            “Dude you have got to teach me how to pick up chicks like that, Evan was pissed and it’s funny from that small kid.” Benson teased.


            “Not cool man.” Cole replied.


            “Sorry man, you need to calm down though. It is way too early in the school year to stress so much.” Benson said.


             Cole unlocked the door and pushed his way in with all the books in his arms. Suddenly he didn’t want all the books and extra work. He had over done himself already and it was going to be a long semester. He dropped all his books on his bed and looked over his schedule; Chemistry, math, English, specials 368, specials 057, and specials 623. Listed as specials to not reveal the true nature of the classes, and Cole had the three hardest special classes.


            After packing his backpack for classes the next day he was brought to life by the sound of the party starting. He moved to the window and peered out. There was a huge cluster of teenaged kids ready to have a good time and relax.


            “Come on, let’s make our appearance.” Benson said.


            Cole nodded and followed his friends lead. Soon Benson went into girl chasing mode and left Cole to find a lady. Cole found a tree to lean against and watched as Zoe hyped up the crowd.


            “Hello Taylor Prep! How are my people?” She said inviting the roar that overwhelmed her for a moment, “Welcome back to a fresh year at Prep. I am your school and party D.J.Z. and before we get our dance on, let’s jam with Vilincia’s very own KILL ZONE!” she announced happily.


            The crowd roared. Even Cole put up a little love for Zoe. Evan’s band busted out the music before there was time to think about it. Teenagers all over the court yard were dancing and drinking all the boozes they could handle. Cole enjoyed sipping on his beer and watching the others go crazy for the party. Felicia even found her way to a little fun instead of her normal ********.


            Cole spotted the girl from earlier in the front row dancing and singing along to Evan’s songs. Her hair was curled and bouncing with her every move. Cole noticed a small birth mark on her ankle; he could see every perfection she had. She danced gracefully to the heavy metal music in the background. He saw that Zoe had approached her and seemed to know the girl well.   


            He was pulled from his gaze on the new girl by a familiar gentle tug. Jess pulled him into the mix of kids to dance with her. Jess smiled at him and he played along. He had a great time dancing with Jess until the band was done with their set.


            “Thanks I needed that.” Jess said waving at Cole.


            “Later.” Cole replied.


            “Now let’s kick it.” Zoe announced as she started pumping out the dance beats.


            Cole turned to walk back to his lonesome tree. However his tree wasn’t so lonesome anymore. A pair of kids were making out. As he walked away again he collided with the new girl. This time was different, this time she was crying.


            “I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to hurt you.” Cole insisted.


            “It’s not you.” She said getting to her feet.


            “Is there something I can help with?” Cole asked innocently.


            “No, but thank you.” She said pushing past him to get out of sight.


            Cole sighed and walked on. Jackson was standing near the bar surrounded by girls. He smiled and waved to Cole. Cole raise his bottle and smiled back. Turning again he decided to head back to his dorm. He needed some rest, he had a long day coming at him. He unlocked the door and kicked off his shoes. He sat down and leaned back in his bed. Before he knew it he was out cold. He didn’t hear Benson come home or pass out drunk. He rested in his own peace.


            It was the loud pounding of the alarm clock that brought Cole back to life. Benson moaned as he rolled over.


            “Come on, it’s the first day. You can’t play hooky yet.” Cole said to Benson.


            “Oh man, where did you go last night it was awesome.” Benson said.


            “Looks like it.” Cole teased.


            Cole changed his clothes into his uniform and slid on his sneakers. He never wore his tie and barely wore his blazer and no one seemed to notice. Benson finally rolled out of bed and started to get ready for class. When the first bell rang in the hallway both boys darted out the door and to the café for breakfast before class.


            After grabbing some milk, an apple, and shoving granola bars into his pockets for later, he then rushed out of the cafe and ran for his first class barely making it before the bell rang.


            “Thank you for gracing us with your presence Mr. Taylor. Take your seat please.” The teacher said irritated.


            “Yes sir,” he said.


            Announcements started for the day. Mrs. Von took pride in her morning welcoming all school year long. Everything from birthdays to new happenings in the school were announced every morning before class. He took a bite of his apple and looked around. A lot of new kids he didn’t know. Word of the schools amazing programs spread quickly and normal fought to have their kids enrolled. Thankfully he did recognize one face, Jess smiled at him from across the room. She made a few faces at him while announcements where on and they both laughed.


            He wasn’t alone and that made him feel a little better. When chemistry finally started Cole felt a nap coming on. He was bored out of his mind. He wasn’t dumb by any means, he was actually too smart for this class. His father always tutored him at home. There was never rest for him with his father. It was why he preferred the company of his mom. She never pushed him into something. She wanted him to find his own way. Cole’s father was pushing his father’s ways on Cole. Pushing him to be a leader. Forcing him into the spot light.


            “Mr. Taylor?...... Are you there?” the teachers voice boomed into his head.


            “What?” Cole snapped.


            He realized what was going on and sunk into his seat. His face was turning red and he heard the giggles of the kids around him.


            “Wake up Mr. Taylor. I’m sure your father doesn’t want to bother with you being trouble today.” The old man said.


            “Sorry sir.” Cole said shyly.


            The teacher turned and walked away. He went on his lecture about what they would be covering and what the homework for the night was. A break was on its way when the bell finally rang releasing him from his agony.


            Cole rushed out the door faster than he had made it in and headed for the next class. He made his way into the room and took notice to the girl he kept bumping into. He took the seat next to her and smiled in her direction. She looked towards him shyly, smiling too. Cole wasn’t really into his math class but he pretended to make sure not to get in trouble.


            Cole stood to say hi to her as class ended but was interrupted.


            “Cole!” Benson yelled


            She looked up as his name was beckoned from the hallway. He smiled awkwardly and walked out of the room. His face was red and he looked peeved. He pushed by Benson and turned the corner. Benson followed him happily, unaware he had embarrassed his friend.


            “Hey you disappeared pretty quickly after getting food. What’s the rush?” Benson asked.


            “I just have a lot to do already Ben.” Cole said.


            “Man, calm down it’s not as big as you think it is.” Benson said.


            “It is, my dad has a lot on my shoulders. Remember I have to carry on this legacy.” Cole said.


            “Dude, your dad’s not giving this up. Your dad’s going to live forever.” Benson said.


            “Not forever, but longer then I will if I don’t keep up with class. See you for lunch man.” Cole said.


            “Later.” Benson said turning the other way to get to class.


            Cole was always the more serious one. He took pride in being responsible. He had to step up, he was the only child in his family. There was a lot of pressure on him to uphold his grandpa’s prophecy of him. It was a lot for a teenager to take in but somehow Cole managed without sweating a thing. It was who the Taylor’s were, fearless and collected.


            With all the basic classes out of the way it was time for lunch and a little relaxing before kicking back into high gear. Benson was waiting for him with a fresh pizza outside in the late summer sun. Benson always knew when a pizza was called for and this was a great day for pizza. Normally they couldn’t get outside food delivered, but Benson always got around that rule. The boys devoured the pizza, Benson became annoyed though when Cole had started his homework without finishing his classes for the day.


            “Man what is wrong with you sometimes?” Benson asked with a serious look.


            “What do you mean?” Cole asked back.


            “You’re doing homework before your day is done. You are the only kid I know who likes homework.” Benson said.


            “Hey one of us has to be smart.” Cole teased Benson.


            “Good point, if you weren’t so smart we would be in a lot more trouble than we already are.” Benson said looking up and getting out of his seat.


            Cole turned to see what Benson was looking at and saw his father approaching. The boys tried to get away but his dad was too fast.


            “Where are you boys going?” his dad asked


            “Anywhere but here.” Benson said.


            “Hey no more outside food. Next time I’ll talk to your mother.” Mr. Taylor said.


            “Yes sir, see you later Cole.” Benson said bailing.


            “Cole I hear your already late to class and sleeping in class too.” his father said.


            “Dad I wasn’t sleeping in class.” Cole started.


            “Enough, make sure it doesn’t happen again.” His father said with anger.


            “Yes sir.” Cole said as he walked away from his father.


            It wasn’t easy being the son of the principal. His dad made it hard on him to keep him strong. While Cole did respect that about his dad he also wished that their relationship would have been better and a little less strained. Cole made his way to his first coven class and saw Benson already had a spot for him. He waved and invited his friend over. The room was dark with no windows to keep the secrets of the classes.


            “So how’s your dad doing?” Benson asked.


            “He’s the same old man.” Cole replied.


            “Good afternoon students and welcome to advanced pagan rituals.” Mrs. Handson said.


            She jumped into her beginning of a new year speech. The short round woman had curly black hair and gray eyes. Benson rested his head on his hand like he was board, but Mrs. Handson wasn’t going to let him slack so soon.


            “Mr. Von. I see you’re so intrigued with my lecture why don’t you come write down tonight’s assignment for me, NOW!” She said letting powers flare up in her eyes.


            Benson sighed and walked up to the front of the room. Cole couldn’t help but laugh at his friends’ misfortune. He watched as Benson scribbled on the white board. His hand writing was barely legible to anyone.  Cole wrote down the assignment and jumped right into the book. He thought if he could look at it he might be able to perform the ritual correctly. He knew by the end of this class he would have to be able to show his skill. Cole was expected to be the best at this because of who his grandfather was. There were now 10 kids in his class, there only used to be 3 kids in his classes. There was a new wave of witches shipping their kids off to be as successful as the Vilincia coven. Their coven was known for the violence in the past, and while stories still lurked around the town, among the witch community this school was huge.  Cole was a very popular kid amongst covens all over the world.


            When his day was finally over he huffed back to his dorm and met up with Benson again. Benson already had his uniform off and his street clothes on by the time Cole walked into the room.


            “You look rough man.” Benson said.


            “Just another year with a lot on my plate man.” Cole huffed.


            “Well Friday we have another party going on and that will relax you. Now let’s go raid the café.” Benson said.


            “Hold on let me change.” Cole said.


            “Oh come on princess, you look fine.” Benson said.


            “You’re not the only one who gets to look normal around here.” Cole said.


            “I’m just the only one making it look good. Hurry up I’ll wait out here.” Benson said shutting the door behind him.


            Cole changed as fast as he could and joined his friend for a snack before time for homework. He laughed and talked with Benson about his new lady friends. Cole just teased his friend for being such a player. He had never been good at talking to girls. Cole didn’t have time with all the history lessons his father had for him.


            Benson and Cole met up with Felicia and Haley hanging out together. Haley didn’t talk a lot and Felicia liked that in her friends. Haley could handle her tantrums and ***** fests. Felicia was the only person that Haley could talk too.  Being a part of the Raven family made her very soft spoken. Haley was reading a book when Cole and Benson sat down with the girls.


            “How was your first day Felicia?” Benson asked.


            “Oh get over yourself Ben, I don’t want you anymore.” Felicia said.


            “If I wanted you I’d have you.” Benson replied.


            “Ok, you keep telling yourself that.” She snorted.


            He smiled at her deviously. She turned to Cole who was unusually quiet.


            “How was your day?” she asked him.


            “I’m ok, how are you?” he replied.


            “I’m fine but that’s not what I asked Cole. You sure you’re ok?” she asked.


            “Sorry I got a lot of homework to do.” He said sighing.


            “Well thinking about it is only going to make you more scattered then you already are. Maybe you should go do it.” she replied with annoyance.


            Without a word he got up and went back to his room. Benson stayed behind to tease Felicia a little more. Cole did what Felicia said and jumped into his homework instead of thinking about it. He wasn’t going to stop worrying about his homework until it was done.  He rushed through all his normal class work. It was his other homework that worried him. He was taking Healing Magic, Advanced rituals and rites, and Over Taking the Human Mind. He loved getting into someone else’s head and just listening to the thoughts of people around him. People always seemed worried about all the petty things in life.


            As he sat at his desk thinking about it, his mind connected with someone he had never heard before. He listened as the girl thought about a break up. Cole could hear this girl crying. He listened more as she wondered what she had done wrong to make that boy dump her. Then he heard Evan’s name and had an idea of what happened to that new girl the night before.


            With the door flying open he was jolted back into his own head and spun to see Benson standing in the doorway shaking his head.


            “You are a sad kid, you know that?” Benson said.


            “Sorry Ben, I’m just no fun anymore.” Cole said.


            “You’re dam right you’re no fun. We need to fix that about you.” Benson said.


            “How do you plan to do that?” Cole asked.


            “A lot of parties and a lot of girls.” Benson said.


            “Oh please you know that’s not my thing.” Cole said.


            “Dude you are 16. You should be living it up. You have the rest of your life to learn that history of the coven crap your dad is shoving down you. So let’s go get our party on.” Benson said.


            “I don’t know Ben. I was almost late today.” Cole argued.


            “Alright, have it your way.” Benson said.


            He got up and walked out. Cole jumped up reluctantly and followed his friend. The two boys made it to a few private parties in the girl’s dorms. Cole took part in the drinking and danced with a few girls. The later it got the more intense his powers became. He suddenly felt more seductive and found himself face to face with a blonde from Kentucky.  He couldn’t stand her voice but she was nice to look at and didn’t care at all about talking. In a dark corner to themselves, Benson tugged on Cole’s jacket. That’s when Cole realized he was levitating. The girl and himself dropped to the ground. She squealed a little.


            “I’m sorry.” He said and he took off.


            When alone in the darkness of the night Cole took off flying through the air. He missed flying, it was banned from the school grounds but he didn’t care. He needed the release of pressure on his soul. The cool night air in his face helped to calm his nerves and as he landed next to the dorm doors he looked around to make sure that no one was around to see him.


            Cole made it to his room and fell asleep before Benson even made it home. It was exhausting already and the school year had just started. After a few apologies from Benson about the night before, he had the same day over and over. He refused the parties and sat in his room alone studying the ritual he was going to perform at midterms. It was a blessing of good health in life. The rite was so simple it was complicated. Cole had too much attachment to the rite, he always thought of his mom while practicing. It made him lose his focus and think about his mothers’ health. Cole knew it was only a matter of time before she left this world and lived unstrained and happy in the afterlife. 


            When the Friday night party was upon them it couldn’t be ignored anymore. Benson practically drug him out the door and to the rec room where the action was. When Benson went chasing a lady Cole made his way to greet Zoe, who wasn’t busy for once. She was running the music but normally she had a crowd. He walked up and hugged her from behind and she sank right into his arms knowing who it was.


            “Hello dear friend. How is my Cole?” She smiled to him, her makeup colorful and her hair done beautifully with her headphones over top.


            “I’m feeling better, how are you Z?” he asked.


            “Fabulous as always babe. Where’s B-Man?” She asked.


            “Chasing tail.” Cole laughed.


            “Awe and you chose to hang out with me instead? How sweet!” Zoe smiled.


            “Yeah, I’m not big on these crowds.” Cole replied.


            “They don’t bite any harder than Felicia.” Zoe teased him.


            They danced behind the turntable setup while she busted out the dub step. The drinks kept coming to the both of them from the bar just in time to replace the empty cup. Zoe was a good friend to Cole. She always listened to him and never pushed at him like Benson did. Zoe was his sane friend and his rational voice. She always smiled no matter how bad the situation. Cole’s eyes lit up when he saw her coming. He was a little uncomfortable, in a good way, when the new girl showed up at the booth with the two of them.


            “OMG! Cole have you me my new BFF Whitney yet?” Zoe asked.


            “Not officially, hi I’m Cole.” He said extending his hand.


            “I know who you are, nice to meet you officially Cole.” She smiled but didn’t shake his hand.


            She turned back to Zoe and spoke again, “Look Zoe thanks for bringing me out here but I’m not feeling it, so I’m going to head back to the dorms and get some rest.” She said.


            “Oh Whit, don’t go yet, and please don’t cry over Evan. Tell her he’s just a pain in the *** Cole.” Zoe nodded.


            “It’s true. He is a prick a lot of the times.” Cole smiled at her.


            “Still Zoe, I can’t do it tonight.” She said.


            “You can’t walk home alone and I can’t leave.” Zoe said.


            “I’ll be fine Zoe really I can defend myself.” Whitney said.


            “I’ll walk you back to your room.” Cole volunteered.


            “You don’t have to miss this for me.” Whitney said hesitating.


            “No please, he can come back but I don’t want you walking alone.” Zoe insisted.


            “Ok fine, but only for you this one time Zoe.” Whitney said.


            Cole smiled and let her lead the way. He watched as her straightened hair fell just right around her shoulders and her head band placed just right. He walked beside her quietly for a while but she couldn’t resist the urge to talk.


            “So, the great Cole Taylor huh?” she said shyly.


            “Yeah not really all that great though, I just have a lot to live up too.” he said.


            “Wow pretty deep for a preppy jock.” She teased him.


            “Yeah, not all I’m rumored to be, I know.” He said.


            “That’s almost amazing.” She said.


            “Almost?” he questioned playfully.


            “Yeah, I knew there was a very small chance you wouldn’t be a total jerk.” She replied smiling.


            “Oh really, just a small chance? How did you hear about me anyways?” he asked.


            “I did a report on your family back in Texas for school.” She smiled.


            “Oh I see, hunting down the past are you?” he asked.


            “No, I’m actually here for the dance program.” She smiled.


            “Oh, no good dance schools in Texas?” he asked.


            “Not what I need.” She said.


            “Well it’s nice to have you here.” He said shyly.


            “Thank you.” She replied as he opened the door for her to the dorms where she stayed.


            He walked her right to her door and wished her a good night. He turned and made his way back to the party. When he returned he was caught off guard by Benson saying he was going back to the room for a while with a lady on his arm.


Cole sighed and nodded as he walked away from Benson, who looked stoked that he had the room to himself and that pretty lady. Cole made his way back to Zoe’s booth.


            “I see Benson kicked you out.” She said.


            “You were eavesdropping?” Cole asked.


            “A little, you know you can crash on my floor my roommate is staying at her boyfriend’s dorm tonight.” Zoe offered.


            “Thanks Z, I will take you up on that offer.” Cole said.


            “One thing, you have to hang with me all night and help me back to my room after the party.” Zoe said.


            “Deal.” Cole said.


            He spent the rest of his night dancing with Zoe in the D.J. booth. He talked to the other brat-lings as they all stopped by to say hi to Zoe, but when the party was finally over he helped pack up all her things and carry them back to her room. The girl’s dorms were twice as big as the boy’s dorms. They had to add two additional buildings to accommodate all the incoming girls. Cole followed Zoe who seemed to be on cloud nine in the cool night air. She skipped around in her knee high boots and super mini skirt with a Kill Zone shirt.


            They finally made it to the room Zoe was assigned. She opened the door and let him in. She pulled out some extra blankets and handed them to Cole before she disappeared in her bathroom to change. Cole slipped his shoes off and tried to find a comfortable spot on the floor. Zoe returned and smiled at him. She flipped off the light and the moon lit up the room. She cuddled up under her orange blankets and looked down to him.


            “Sweet dreams Cole.” She smiled then rolled back over to sleep herself.


            He smiled for a moment and drifted away too. In his dreams he found himself looking in on Whitney. She slept soundly in her teal and pink bedding. Her lips parted slightly as she breathed. Her hair covered her face and she tossed and turned. Her dream shook her body, she jolted awake and her body fell to the bed. She had levitated. She wasn’t at all who he thought she was. Maybe she didn’t know how to control it, she did seem pretty upset about it and she sat in her bed crying.


            “Who’s there?” Whitney whispered looking around.


            He gasped and sat up. Never had he been detected looking at someone. He took a few deep breaths and laid back down against the hard floor and tried not to dream. He didn’t remember anything after that but the sound of Zoe’s roommate coming home. He sat up and looked at the girl. He looked at Zoe who was passed out.


            “Zoe?” the girl cried loudly.


            Zoe jumped up and looked around. The girl had armed herself with her baseball bat and was ready to strike if Zoe said so.


            “NO! He’s my friend.” She said calmly.


            The girl sighed and leaned back against the door.


            “I thought he was an intruder. It didn’t look like Cole until you said something.” The girl replied.


            “Totally ok Viv.” Zoe said.


            “Hi, I’m Vivian.” She said to Cole.


            “Hi, I’d introduce myself but you know who I am.” He said awkwardly.


            “Cole you can use my bed and get some more sleep.” Zoe offered.


            “Thanks Zoe, but I’ll take my chances back at my dorm.” He said shyly.


            “Ok sorry Cole, text you later ok?” she asked.


            “Yeah, later.” He said after slipping into his shoes and heading to the door.


            His afternoon walk to his bed was warm for the changing in the seasons.  The campus was littered with kids doing their homework. Some kids actually did care and it was refreshing to know he wasn’t alone. As he opened the door to his room he was reminded why he felt at home here, Benson was still passed out tangled up with the blonde from the night before. Cole shielded his eyes and quietly made his way under his blankets and drifted back to sleep.


            Cole woke up to Benson shaking him. He rolled over and looked around to see what was going on. Benson stepped back and laughed at him.


            “Dude, not cool.” Cole said.


            “You have been out for hours. We got to start getting dressed, there’s another party at soccer fields.” Benson said.


            “I don’t know man. I can’t take sleeping on Zoe’s floor again her roommate tried to kill me.” Cole said.


            “Ok I won’t kick you out tonight, now come party with me.” Benson said.


            “Ok fine.” Cole said smiling.


            He rolled out of bed and took off to the locker rooms for a much needed shower. He put on his favorite pair of dark wash, boot cut jeans and a button down red and black shirt.  When he returned to the room Benson was hanging out with Jackson. The other two boys were dressed up as well for attracting the new girls.


            “Hey Cole man, how’s it shaking’?” Jackson asked.


            “Not at all man. How’s the genius front working for you?” Cole teased.


            “It’s a great angle this year man, chicks are into smart dudes this year.” Jackson teased back.


            “Hey he will figure out girls in his own time.” Benson said playfully defending his friend.


            “Hey I know girls man, I just don’t like the drama.” He said.


            “It’s worth all the whining I promise.” Benson said.


            The boys laughed and finished getting ready for the party. Cole pulled his favorite black hoody over his head. Then it was off to the party. They followed the line of teenagers to the soccer field to dance around. As soon as the blonde girl from the night before found Benson, he was gone chasing tail again.


            “And then there were two.” Jackson said.


            “It happens a lot with him.” Cole laughed.


            He wondered around being Jackson’s wing man. When Jackson finally had a date for the rest of the night Cole was on his own. He left the party and went back to Whitney’s room. He had to know what she was after what he saw the night before. He got nervous and hesitated as he got closer to her room. He never once turned back though. It was like his body was taking him to her no matter what. He knocked on the door softly to make sure no one else would be bothered. He wasn’t expecting her to be home so when she opened the door he was surprised.


            “Hi, how are feeling?” he asked her shyly.


            “Better, what are you doing here Cole?” she asked curiously.


            “Look I was bored at the party and I thought that if you were home maybe I wouldn’t be so bored if I wasn’t alone.” He said.


            “So you came by to keep me company because the party was lame?” she asked.


            “I’m sorry it’s dumb. I’ll leave.” He said turning.


            “You don’t have to leave.” She said.


            He turned back and smiled as she let him into her dorm room. She was dressed cutely in some skinny jeans and an oversized t-shirt. Out of habit he kicked off his shoes as to not track any dirt into her room.


            “You really are a well groomed young man.” She said.


            She moved to her bed and sat down. She pulled out her desk chair and offered the chair to him.


            “Yeah my dad’s kind of a neat freak.” Cole said.


            “So what compelled you to ditch a party full of girls for one you barely know?” she asked.


            “I’m not sure, maybe it’s your need to avoid me that keeps me hanging on.” He said.


            She laughed at him and offered, “Would you like a drink? I don’t have beer but I do have a stash of soda and candy.” She offered.


            “It sounds a lot better than that lame party.” He said with a smile.


            She handed him a soda and she spread some skittles out on her desk. He picked up a purple candy and popped it in his mouth.


            “So what compels a girl like you to stay home from a lame party on a Saturday night?” he asked.


            “I’m not a party type, it used to get me in a lot of trouble.” She said shyly.


            “Ok so why are you here then?” he asked.


            “I’m here to dance.” She replied.


            “I know that, but why are you really here?” he asked.


            “Just trying to find myself like the rest of us.” She said.


            “What would you like to do with your life?” he asked sensing she didn’t get his question.


            “I want to open a dance studio and teach kids how to dance.” She said shying away. Her bangs covered a little bit of her face and her pink and blonde ponytail fell down her back.


            “That’s an amazing goal.” He said truly interested.


            “What does the son of the principal want to be when he grows up?” she asked back.


            “I don’t really have a choice.” He said smiling.


            “You always have a choice.” She said.


            “If I don’t follow in my dad’s footsteps this place will die.” He told her.


            She picked up on the passion in his voice about it. She smiled and pressed on with caution.


            “So why did you really come here Cole?” she asked.


            “I just wanted to talk to someone who isn’t chasing girls around campus. I want to know someone real and you seemed to have it together.” He said.


            “I am far from together but thanks for the compliment.” She said.


            “So what’s your story since you already know mine?” he asked.


            “I finally found a family then they sent me away. They found this school and said it was perfect for me. At least I’m not bunked up in a foster home anymore, which was the worst part of being abandoned.” She said.


            “Wow, that’s got to suck.” He said.


            “It can only get better from here right?” she asked.


            “Right.” He agreed.


            He looked at her and found he had to look up to her. Then it sunk in, she was levitating. She panicked when she realized what was happening and looked at him then hit the bed with a thump. She looked at him again embarrassed. To her shock he didn’t seem fazed.


            “Are you sure that’s all to you?” he asked her with his eyes turning bright white.


            He was letting his powers show and it made her powers come out too. Whitney’s eyes turned white with her powers flaring through.


            “Does my dad know you’re a witch?” he asked her.


            “I don’t even know what’s wrong with me how the **** can you do that too?” she asked.


            “It’s my power. You know what I mean you did a report on my family.” He said leaning in to her.


            “It can’t be true. Those were just old stories passed down from fables.” She said.


            He reached for her arm and pulled out her right hand. The birth mark was just like his, it was the symbol that represented their coven. How was it possible she was from his coven and he didn’t know her? Now he was shocked, but she was losing it. She jumped up and pulled him out of his chair. She opened the door and shoved him out.


            “Thanks but I don’t think I can see you again.” She said crying as she slammed the door shut.


            He stood there for a moment to make sure that what he witnessed was real. He turned and made his way back to his room. When he got there and made his way in he was chased right back out by the unwanted vision of his friend’s girl. He turned and walked away and just wondered around. There was a couch in the mess hall and he found it open. Cole wasn’t desperate enough to go to his dad’s suite and crash in the spare room. He lay down and closed his eyes but realized it was going to be a long night. Kids were constantly stopping at the vending machines next to his head.


            “Cole?” he heard.


            He sat up and looked to find Jackson, walking around in his pajama pants and no shirt letting his washboard abs out for a late night snack.


            “Hey.” He said.


            “Why are you sleeping in here?” he asked.


            “Benson’s girlfriend.” He said.


            “Hey want to crash at my place?” Jackson asked.


            “Yeah, that would be awesome.” Cole said following him back to his room.


            After arriving Jackson handed him some blankets and a pillow. His roommate was gone for the night so Cole used the empty bed and crashed hard. He sleep until 2 pm before waking up on his own. Jackson was still passed out, so Cole packed up his mess and headed back to his room. Benson was saying goodbye to his girlfriend when Cole got back. He pushed by Benson on his way in his room.


            “Oh come on you can’t be that mad.” Benson said.


            “Dude you kicked me out of my bed twice this weekend for a girl. If you ever do that again I will snap.” Cole said feeling his anger show in his eyes.


            “Ok man I get you. You need to relax Cole.” Benson said.


            “Ben I went to talk to the new girl last night.” Cole said.


            “Finally man.” Benson teased.


            “No, not that. Ben she has the mark, our mark, she’s one of us and she doesn’t know it.” Cole said.


            “What?” Benson asked.


            “Whitney is one of us.” Cole said.


            “That’s awesome. How did you find out?” Benson asked.


            “I saw her levitate then I saw the mark then she kicked me out. My dad doesn’t know about it.” Cole said.


            “So what do we do?” Benson asked.


            “We need to know who she is. There’s something coming and it’s not pretty.” He said.


            “You’re telling me you think she’s bringing something here?” Benson asked.


            “Yeah, but she doesn’t know it Ben. She has no idea what she’s capable of doing yet.” Cole said.


            “Dude you need to tell your dad. He is way better equip to handle this then we are.” Benson said.


            “I can’t yet. You can’t say anything either.” Cole insisted.


            “Cole that is getting a little deeper than the elders will allow. And they scare me more than my mom.” Benson said.


            “Ben, I’m serious! You can’t say anything yet.” Cole said.


            “Fine but it won’t be long before they know if you know already.” Benson said.


            “I know, I just need to figure out who she is with us.” Cole said.


            “Do you really think she could be one of them?” Benson asked.


            “Yeah I do. Maybe they’ve changed. She said she was abandoned.” Cole said.


            They were taught as kids not to trust the Brines and that they had died out with Johnathan. Now there was a chance that he could really get to know one of them. He could prove they weren’t all like Thomas. He pulled out his history book and started digging into the past. There was no confirmation of Johnathan’s death, so it was totally possible that she was put up for adoption in an attempt to save her life and was told all her life what she could do was wrong.  He felt sorry for her all of the sudden and decided to try to help her find who she was. He took his book and wrapped it in a shirt of his. Then he jetted out of the room to give it to her to read.


            Ignoring Benson he bailed out of the room. Jogging to the other side of the campus was easy for him it was knocking on the door that he was having trouble with. She had covered her door in little pink stars. He was dripping wet from the rain pouring out of the sky and he was afraid of getting her stars drenched. Finally he found his courage. He knocked on the door and waited for her to open the door. Whitney only cracked the door open and looked at him standing there soaked to the bone.


            “Cole what are you doing?” she asked.


            “Here this might make you feel better.” He said.


            He handed her the shirt covered book and smiled. He turned and nervously walked away. He ignored the cold rain and walked back to his dorm slowly. The cold was refreshing since he was so on edge. He finally made it back to an empty room. He passed the note from Benson and grabbed some clothes for a nice hot shower. He made it back to his room and found a little pink envelope on his door with is name on it.


            He took the little note inside looking around to see who else had seen. He made it in the room and ripped open the letter. The note inside was from Whitney. She thanked him for the book, she knew that it was a lot for him to let her barrow his coven history book. He sighed, at least he had helped her a little bit. He wasn’t done digging though, he needed more.

331 Views 0 Comments Permalink Tags: books, authors, marketing, selling, book, music, new, amazon, design, distribution, formatting, author, blog, self-publishing, createspace, promotion, sales, review, me, interior, writing, preview, fiction

Get these great books by Author Eric F. Williams today at super low prices!!


Smiles and Cries


Thoughts From The Author


Evidence of Ambition


The Power of Poetry


Purchase these books at the following link:

186 Views 0 Comments Permalink Tags: #amazon, #books, #by, #eric, #f., #williams

New Book on Createspace

Posted by nice Apr 11, 2014
363 Views 1 Comments Permalink


This is the true story of two tiny babies who survived the HOLOCAUST of Auschwitz and Canada.

The child from MONTREAL suffered for four years under Dr. Josef Mengele who left Auschwitz and was

used for experiments by this horrible "ANGEL OF DEATH!" This is a must read and please share with everyone now.

139 Views 0 Comments Permalink Tags: holocaust, auschwitz, montreal, adoptions

Hi, everyone, Twisted Tales of the Macabre is now out on Amazon in both physical and Kindle editions. So, if you haven't checked it out yet, you can read the preview here: If you enjoyed the preview, you can buy it with the link below and help a writer out!


Moving on from Twisted Tales, I do have ideas for other things but will wait awhile until I can get a good starting base with you guys. So please, check it out and give me your thoughts on it and what other projects you guys would like to see me work on next!

219 Views 0 Comments Permalink Tags: marketing, selling, book, amazon, distribution, createspace, promotion, help, fiction

                                                                                                  Tuesday April 1st:




                                    "The Past Is Like A Prison... As Long As You Dwell On It, You Are Restricted To It's Confinement"



                                                                                         -Author/Poet Eric F. Williams

148 Views 0 Comments Permalink Tags: books, amazon, #, #by, #eric, #f., #williams


Filter Blog

By author: By date: By tag: