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The New Home

17 Sep

In our neighborhood, you turn on your outside light when it gets dark and you leave it on.

That’s what Susan and I were told the second night we when we had moved in to our newly acquired home in the middle of the suburbs. It was an absolutely gorgeous house. Two stories with a balcony on the second level. There were three bathrooms and 4 bedrooms and to say the place felt like a mansion to the both of us was an understatement. The price had been relatively cheap and we were unable to find a good reason why. Even our realtor couldn’t give us a good answer, but with Susan starting her new job on Monday and the price being great, we took the place as swiftly as the early bird catching the worm.

The warning about the light didn’t come right away. I believe this was due to the fact that we simply couldn’t figure out where the hell to turn it off so there was no reason to warn us. Where most homes have the switch next to the front door, ours was not there. In fact, there were hardly any light switches to be found in our front living room. Again, both Susan and myself found this odd, but hadn’t noticed it before we moved in. Besides, we were busy trying to get all of our worldly possessions into the home over the course of one weekend.

We had moved into a tiny little suburb of Nashville after uprooting our lives from Minneapolis. My wife was a gifted song writer and had taken a full time job in Nashville to help collaborate on works for struggling artists. She was given the gig after helping to write some of the lines to Machine Gun Kelly’s diss rap of Eminem.

This was an opportunity of a lifetime for her but the problem was that they wanted her to start immediately and so the chaos ensued. Within a week we had found our home and from there the company she now works for sent people to help pack all of our stuff, throw it into a moving vehicle, and then helped us haul our lives 13 hours south. When we finally arrived in our new home, there was a chaotic flurry of commotion as we got all the boxes placed in the proper rooms before sending our help on their way.

By the time we had finally settled in, we were exhausted. A quick call for takeout was sent in and we both sat on our floor in relative silence, slurping down noodles and dipping our chicken in some broth. When we finished eating, I offered to take out the trash while Susan went to go lie down for the night.

Walking outside and down to the curb where our can was, one that had been quickly delivered by the city, I noticed that every home in our neighborhood not only had their outside lights on, but also kept their yards in pristine condition. I thought it was rather odd and as I kept on walking I noticed another oddity to the neighborhood. Silence. Although fall had just taken its hold on the community, with dead leaves lying gently in the street, there was no noise. Not a single car going by or insect chirping loudly into the cool evening. There was no wind shaking the trees or bushes for added sound. It was simply quiet. It made my skin crawl and goosebumps began popping up on my flesh. I hurried to the can and threw away the trash from our dinner, making sure to keep the lid from slamming shut before bustling my way back to the house.

I went to tell Susan about how eerily silent our neighborhood was and how uneasy it made me feel, but she was already lying on the mattress fast asleep. My fear slipped away as she let out a loud snore and I watched as her curly hair fell over her face as she rolled over. In that moment, I decided I was being irrational about the eery silence outside and instead I let the wave of fatigue from this past week roll over me as I flopped onto the mattress next to her. I reached over and grabbed a blanket out of the box she had found and threw it over myself. Soon I was like her, snoring gently while tossing and turning in my sleep.

 

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A Book Has No Name: Update

16 Aug

Another day, another bit of writing completed on the new book.

As I’ve stated in my previous posts, I’m currently working on the second book in the Forsaken World Chronicles, and as you can see from the title of this post, it still does not have a name. At this time I’m sad to say that it has not earned one as far as I’m concerned.

Now let me explain that when I say the book is not earning a title, that is different than saying it’s bad. When I say that my writing in progress, or WIP for short, hasn’t earned its title, I simply mean that so far a great title has not presented itself to me. This has probably happened for a variety of reasons but I believe that right now it’s because I’ve simply been doing more character building over the first few chapters over world building this time around.

To give it the official stats that I know some people would love to see, I’m currently at 3 chapters, including a prelude, or about 27 pages. If words are more your fancy on judging progress, than I’m just over 8,000. In my opinion, that’s not a bad amount of writing accomplished over a four day period. I’m hoping that as I begin to build a new routine of writing this book, it will help to move things along quickly and efficiently.

Right now my weekly writing plan is this: One day is spent on strictly writing and not looking back. I feel that I have a full story in my head and it is something that needs to make it into words quickly before the story leaves and I’m stuck waiting for it to come around again. However, I also understand that writing without looking back can lead to mistakes and errors, which has led to the routine I’m doing now, which is whenever I spend one full day writing, I spend the next day editing everything I wrote the day before. I feel like this allows for me to move fluidly through the writing process and doesn’t bog me down for a day of multiple pages being read and fretted over.

Anyway, onto the good stuff. Teasers. So right now there isn’t too much to give away as I’m still in the opening act of my book, but I am excited to share a little bit about my two main characters Abraham and Reggie. Now for those that have read A Monstrous Tomorrow, you’ll know that Abraham is the very last character in the book and that he faces down a major trauma while making mention of a few that took place before the events in What Comes Next. Rest assured, those traumas will be reopened and laid out for the world to see.

The other character, Reggie, is a nice fold to Abraham’s traumatic past full of loss. She’s a hacker and a hunter that works side by side with Abraham. She enjoys giving Abraham a hard time about his brooding and will push him to be more than just an upset character struggling through the burdens of life. There isn’t too much I can give away about her now, since she is just beginning to show off what she brings to the novel. Hopefully as I get a few more chapters done and get her more involved, I can bring a bit of her into my updates on my WIP to help get people excited.

As always, thank you for reading and stay tuned! As of right now, if you see the title A Book Has No Name, know that you’ll be getting some insight into my current manuscript.

A Friendly Face

7 Aug

I always loved that you lived in a one story house. Everything was ground level and it made things so easy for me. My mind shrieked in constant fear that one day you would move to a place with multiple floors. I don’t have a vehicle that can haul a ladder and I hate the idea of not being able to see you anymore.

My favorite view is the one that looks straight into your living room. I have always adored seeing you lying there passively on your couch, spinning your blonde hair mindlessly through your fingers as you watched your reality shows in the evening. These windows were my favorite because I could sit on the curb across the street and just look in without ever seeming suspicious. If anyone passed I would simply light a cigarette and pretend to be on a nightly walk. Thankfully, the street you live on isn’t busy enough to warrant doing this ruse all that much.

I always got frustrated when 10pm would roll around and your husband would begin shutting the blinds. I hated that man, hated him with all my passion. He was the one I saw hang these blinds in the living room and I’m sure on more than one occasion he has looked out and seen me and shot a look of disdain in my direction. I hate him for that, but not as much as I hate knowing he can never love you the way I do.

It was always worse when you would move into the dining room because that was when I would have to get close to the house and risk getting caught. Your house shared a driveway with a neighbor and I always worried that they would come out and see me peering through your broken blinds. My heart would swell watching you sit at your dining room table and balance your checkbooks for the day. It proved to me what I always knew: you were as smart as you were beautiful.

From there I would creep window to window down the house with you, watching as you would go into the kitchen and begin making a snack before bed. This was one of my favorite portions of the night because it was always the easiest spot to keep an eye on you from. You and your husband always parked your cars in such a way that I could hide in between them and watch you with ease. I would love watching you glide around the kitchen in just a tank top and underwear. Your porcelain skin would radiate under the glow of the kitchen light and your movement was almost angelic in nature. Never before had I seen a woman of such slender and grace move the way you did.

Then you would leave and head to the bedroom. It was here I had always wished to follow you. I wanted to lie in the bed next to you, to learn your smell and the curves of your body intimately. However, HE was always the problem. As you would head to the bedroom I would always slide through your darkened backyard and peer at HIM in the office.

He would always sit there, his glasses reflecting all the words he would let flow from his mind to his fingers, and he would appear to be writing the next great masterpiece. I hated him for it. Just by looking at him I could see he was moronic and nothing more than a neanderthal. It was easy to see just from looking at the way his face had been chiseled. If only you knew how I could write, which is full of beauty and poetry. I would make you seem like the queen that you are and show you how you were trapped by this miserable troll.

Sometimes, peering in at him as I often did, I would point the gun I was oft to carry on me at the window. I would image letting my finger slide around the trigger and feeling the cold metal against my skin. A smile would always sneak across my face as I imagined pulling the trigger, hearing the shatter of glass and watching as the bullet entered his frontal lobe and exiting with a flurry of brain matter out the back.

But I never did. Instead I would walk around the side of the house, making sure not to bump into the chainlink fence your neighbors have. I remember the first time I had ran into it and it made your dog bark. I hated that dog for a moment, ruining my nightly ritual of listening to you peacefully sleep, but in the long run I am thankful for what that mutt did and the laziness of your husband. The busted blinds behind your bed has now given me a better image. It’s a view of you and oh how I cannot count the times I have fallen asleep dreaming of that view and imaging myself next to you.

I watch now, as you and your husband sleep with the dog dutifully sleeping near the door. I watch as your frame gently rises and falls and I count the amount of time it takes for you to inhale and then exhale. I wonder what you’re dreaming about and can only imagine that your dreams are as beautiful as you. I wonder if you know that I watch over you, protect you, keep you safe. People often say they know when they’re being watched. Do you feel that way and do you feel safe?

For both our sakes, I hope you do.

Journal Entry 4: Official Prognosis

2 Aug

I escaped and woo-wee, heavens help me it was a rush. I’ve never felt as alive as I did last night, my gun sounding loudly into the night as the beautiful thudding sounds of bodies hitting the ground greeted my ears. The minions of darkness, or hell monsters as I call them, had charged forward while I tried to escape last evening. I fought valiantly but I had feared that my time was up. But that was when he appeared, a wealthy beneficiary from my blog. He knew the blight I had discovered and came driving in guns ablazing, friends hooting and hollering out of the back of his truck. They chased the monsters away with their high beams while pulling me up by my armpits into the bed. I have never felt more alive.

I write now from one of his spare rooms, with all of the assurances that him and his compadres will keep me safe. After their showing from last night, I have no reason to believe they will not uphold that promise. So now, as requested by my wealthy beneficiary, I have done extensive research this following evening into the threats to our existence. I was more than happy to oblige as well to his request for me to share my findings with you as well. Listed below is where I believe each of these 11 ancient abominations last attacked our beautiful planet.

I believe one of them was in control of Russia seizing Crimea.

Another had been in charge of the war in Syria. Rumors say that it is ending, and if that’s the case, it would uphold my theory that they’ve moved into the Russian or United States military.

The third I was wrong about. I no longer believe they are located in Flint, Michigan, but rather Yemen.

I believe the fourth I was wrong about as well, and he currently resides at the heart of this movement.

As for the others, well lets be clear, they have a strong foothold in our society. Pride, Greed, Anger, Envy, Sloth, Gluttony, and Lust are all at the forefront of this battle for mankind. Just look at the history of the world. These seven horrible creatures have always ran with their 4 leaders, it is only now that we have begun to see their attack out in the light of day. Woe is me, one of the few that can see the atrocities they are responsible for in day to day life.

However, this will come to an end. I have a mission, and a powerful one sent from the very top. I will reveal the names of those I believe are lying about being human, because as I see it, sins and horsemen cannot be human. Not after they hefted their evil frames from the meteor that destroyed the dinosaurs. Not when they have brought so much pain and suffering to our world.

I must end this post now, just thinking of these hideous creatures has led to my blood pressure rising and my old bones can no longer handle that like they used to. Hopefully my wealthy beneficiary will appreciate this post and let me stay for one more evening. He claims to sleep during the day and be awake through the night. Perhaps I shall take up that schedule as well, if only for my own safety.

Expect to hear from me tomorrow. I have a lot to share and I plan on needing you to help me.

Goodnight and sweet dreams.

Journal Entry 2: Where Are They?

31 Jul

I hope you read this knowing that for the time being, my life is safe. I’ve moved locations since my last post and despite feeling like Frodo hiding from Sauron with the ring, I believe I have time to push out more information. At least, I hope.

I’ve had to resort to stealing and living in a world cut off from society. I have an old flip phone in case of emergencies, and oh how it drives me mad not to be able to have social media downloaded to it in these lonely times. The building I’m in is condemned and as I lie here on this old, forgotten mattress, the wafting smell of piss keeps penetrating my nostrils and making it hard to write. Already it has begun to get dark and I worry this old wood will go up in flame from the candle light I’m working under. Normally I would work with just the glow of my computer screen, but I can’t risk it showing my location and letting the business nearby know I’m using their wifi.

Enough about my struggles though, I must get back to talking about these creatures, and fast. I know I can no longer do anything about them, but maybe, just maybe, you can. I have found out they are all still alive today, but not all of them are working together. There are factions amongst their ranks. By my count, there are four factions in all.

The first faction I believe operates somewhere within the banking system. From what I can tell they run on a global scale. The head of this faction operates somewhere over seas, maybe in Swedish accounts. As of late he’s brought in two cronies from the beginning. The first is his right hand woman. She generally is found in yellow, flowery clothes, but don’t let that fool you. She’s a shark for money in any way she can get her hands on it and will bleed the middle class dry to help her boss and the top one percent succeed. The other follower is a woman that dresses in violet. She works as a middle man between millionaires and billionaires to the banks. When speaking to her, you can tell she thinks highly of herself and of the status in society that was thrust upon her.

The next faction resides somewhere in either the U.S. or Russian military, but I haven’t been able to place it as of yet. So far all I know is the leader of this faction is a general and a ruthless one at that. He will stop at nothing to win any battle that he may be thrust in to, and at any cost. Just like the other faction, this leader has a right hand man. From what I gathered this will be a young man with an obsession of the color red. I haven’t been able to gather much, other than the fact he is short in stature and has a short temper to match it. He will often be found with a comrade decked head to toe in green clothing. This man will watch how the short tempered one and the general interact with each other and have nothing but contempt in his eye. This faction, in my opinion, is the most dangerous. They will be quick to lash out and destroy anything in their path.

The next group I found, however, seems to be the weakest. It would be of no surprise to me if they ended up going their separate ways or joining with one of the stronger factions later on. This group doesn’t so much have a leader and follower system like the others. No I believe they are lovers, a sort of yin and yang to one another as they bring their chaos across the United States. One of them loves to work with the poor and downtrodden and was last seen in Flint, Michigan wearing all black, looking almost like he wanted to imitate Johnny Cash. Meanwhile, his wife was hard at work in Hollywood overseeing all sorts of experiments on video and film. She works tirelessly to ensure that people are always seated and consuming the media that is produced from there.

The final faction is the one that I have the least amount of information on. The leader of the group seems almost non-existent save for when major catastrophes pop up in the world. Many say that he is a plague on any civilization he touches but there just isn’t enough information to pin where he’s at in today’s world. From what I can tell though, he does have two henchmen. There is one that operates the food industry, helping to control how much the major nations eat versus the ones that don’t have a seat at the global table yet. The other works within the confines of the porn industry. It’s said that he helps to ensure they have open freedom in every nation porn is available and he fights for people to have access to it in nations that forbid it. I cannot fathom why this work is important.

That’s all of the information that I have for now. If I’m not found out and murdered in this building I will have more information tomorrow. My plan is to steal back to where my notes are on these terrible monsters and begin exposing their influence throughout history. Maybe then can we put names to faces. I will try my best to post again tomorrow at the same time and if a post does not appear, just know they have indeed caught up to me. Hopefully, I still have the edge.

Stay vigilant.

 

 

Journal Entry 1: The Dinosaurs

30 Jul

There is a common belief that it was a meteor that struck the earth at a high velocity years ago, effectively wiping out the dinosaurs. With this belief, I agree. There would be no other logical explanation as to what could have done it. However, I believe there was something more that came with that meteor and led to the demise of the dinosaurs.

Now don’t be silly and think that I believe for a second any of the hogwash that’s infiltrated our movies and television. Heavens no, none of that. I don’t believe there are transformers secretly hidden underground or trapped deep within the ice. It’s just like I don’t believe there is a spaceship buried at the bottom of Thor’s Well or the Mariana’s Trench. It’s all non-sense.

No I believe something, or several somethings did exit that meteor and have plagued our planet ever since. I have researched this case thoroughly and I feel that I have enough evidence to try and prove what these creatures are. I don’t have a specific name for them yet, but I hope as I continue my research and begin to share it here, others may be able to help me name them. For now, here is what I know:

In all, I have found accounts of 11 different entities leaving this meteor. Over the years they have emerged to feast before disappearing again. Each have some form of color that is attached to them, and it either illuminates the air or can be found in the backdrop of their attacks. All of them are still alive and well today, thriving amongst our current discord.

I shall post another entry soon, but for now that is all I am willing to share. I fear that recently my research may have fallen into dangerous hands. I pray that it hasn’t fallen in with one of the eleven, heavens no. Each of them are dark and would make me wish for death if they knew that I had found them.

I shall share this for now, since it’s surely on a page they would never expect. I plea with you, implore of you, beg to you, please return to this page tomorrow. If there is another journal entry then you will know I have not been found out and I will hopefully be able to slip in more information on our enemy. If there is no journal entry, then you must run and hide, as quickly as possible. If they’ve gotten to me, it’ll only be a matter of time until they get to you.

Godspeed.

Finding Home

27 Jul

My clothes get covered in dirt as I sit at home looking out into the field. The lights were left on at my request, I wanted to make sure that I could paint the perfect image. The dirt continues to blow in little swirls as the wind from the oncoming storm begins to pick up and my beard darkens from dust that continues to catch in it.

The scoreboard, also still on from my request, is telling part of a story I wished to capture. It lets the fans know how their team took a beating to the tune of 18-5. It was hard to watch, even as a long time fan. This team had a rough season with little wins, and tonight’s loss was worse than the no hitter they endured the week before.

Behind me a bolt of lightning illuminates the sky as a crack of thunder makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand. Still, I sit on home plate, looking out at the field. I can see him standing at second still, a goofy smile spread across his face. It was his first hit of the night and he had managed to turn it into a double. I was proud of him and I still am.

I closed my eyes as I sniffed the air and could smell the rain coming in. In my mind I could see myself standing where he was once. A simple boy in love with the game. I remember the last time I was his age and playing ball. I had hit the cycle and was given the game ball after delivering a trouncing much like the one that was delivered here tonight. My father had rushed out onto the field to give me a hug, despite protests from the umpire and the coaches.

Rain drops began to fall gently now and they darkened my grey jersey. I opened my eyes and grabbed at the wooden bat I had lying next to me, digging it into the ground as a way to haul myself back to my feet. I looked back out at the field again, this time watching as my boy ran the bases. I turned and stared at third as I pictured him turning the corner and running for home. I stepped off the plate and watched as the memory from tonight slid safely in for a run.

The rain began coming down harder now and so I lowered my hat and began walking back to my car. In my hand I held the notebook that I used to sketch out the field and jot my memories of tonight’s game down. I gave a wave to the men up in the box and they went to work shutting everything off. Ahead of me, the lights to my van kicked on and a loud honk issued out between the claps of thunder. I ran over, opened the door, and hopped into the passenger seat.

“What took you so long?” my son asked. “You and mom promised us ice-cream 20 minutes ago!” He was still in his uniform and tossing his ball up and down. I reached back and pulled his hat over his mouth, forcing him to put his hands up in protest while laughing.

“You know what took him so long,” my wife replied. “He was making sure YOUR game was covered accurately, weren’t you Dan?” she turned at me and smiled, looking down at my dripping wet clothes and the notebook I had fought to keep dry.

“Absolutely,” I replied. “How am I to properly document the next great baseball player if I’m not given the time of day?” my son laughed and gave my arm a slight punch before demanding that we get ice-cream once again. I looked at my wife and nodded, indicating I was ready to leave. She pulled out and as she did I gave one last look at the field and watched as the lights began powering down one by one. It felt like watching the end of a movie and as the storm began to rage over head, it was the perfect end to a long season.

News, News, News

25 Jul

Hello everybody!

So I apologize now, but this post does not have any new creative work in it today. As much as I’ve enjoyed writing for everyone, I felt there were several things that needed to be shared and it was a bit much to try and share it all as a single post on any social media platform. With that being said, lets get into it.

So first things first, if you still haven’t checked out my book on Kindle yet, you can purchase it here. If you have purchased it, whether you loved or hated it, please leave a review on Amazon’s page for me. The more people that review it, the higher the chances Amazon will advertise it frequently.  I also understand there is a minor grammatical error in the dedication and a formatting issue in the first story. Do not worry, as soon as the paperback is released, I will be making the appropriate changes to the ebook.

With that being said, in regards to the book, I will hopefully have the paperback ready by the end of the week, if not the beginning of the next. With this being my first book and adventure into publishing, I had decided to try and forego hiring anyone to do the formatting. Although it has gone great so far, Amazon is quite tricky with their requirements but hopefully we can meet all of them soon so that everyone can have a physical copy in their hands.

Once my book is ready on both of these platforms I plan on looking into getting my book set for audiobook as well. It is a platform I feel is important to use not just so people have an easier time reading my book, but so that it is available to anyone that may not be capable of physically reading it as well.

Finally, in book related news, I am happy to report that I have begun outlining a follow up to this collection of short stories. While A Monstrous Tomorrow is a collection of short stories, this next book will be a complete novel. As of right now the only details I can confidently share is that the book will take place in the fictional town of Galena Park and will follow the character at the end of A Monstrous Tomorrow.

In blog related news, after a nice discount supplied by WordPress, I was able to get the rights to my blog. If you wish to search for it without using Facebook or Twitter, simply type in tynoelonline.com where you can now find all of my posts. I also have an author page as well on Amazon that you can visit and follow here.

Finally, here is what to expect from my blog as I continue forward. The next two weeks will hopefully be filled with nothing but creative works. While the rest of this week will be random pieces, next week will have four flash pieces that will interconnect in a fun way and will be something that needs to be tuned in to each day. After next week I will be releasing my Patreon page for readers. On this page readers will have a chance to donate money and make requests on what they’d like me to write. A story about dragons? Sure! How about a romp into a romantic story? Done! Maybe you just want to see how my process works? You got it. By doing this, I hope that we can help each other out. On the one hand, it will help supply me with a bit of income from my writing, and in return, you can have a personalized story written.

Thats all I have for now! Thanks for reading and stay tuned for more!