A Town Called Wonderful

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Teen, Young Adult
Date Published: February 2018
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**This is Part 2 of Book 1 of The Underlands Series**
What if lands of legend and myth did exist? Cities of gold, fountains of youth, and lost worlds of wonder! Turns out, they do exist . . . as Underlands.
As Thomas and Emily follow the stranger out of Wonderful, the young couple finds as many questions as answers as he leads them to a beautiful Refuge. They learn some of the amazing history of the underland called Terra Viva and the terrifying truth that escape is impossible . . . for people who aren’t trait-bearers.
Do they find out what they needed too? Will learning about his father finally bring Thomas the closure he needs? Flip through this quick read to find out!
*Readers can’t wait to keep reading! Fresh storytelling, clean content, and deep connections keep the characters’ stories relatable and intriguing.
All 4 Parts free in April (follow MichaelLacey.me for updates)
 
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A Town Called Wonderful, Part 1 of 4
What if the lands of legend and myth did exist? Cities of gold, fountains of youth, and lost worlds of wonder! Turns out, they do exist . . . as Underlands.
Thomas and Emily head out with two things in mind: getting to know one another better and learning more about the disappearance of Thomas’s long-lost parents. By following a map from Thomas’s father, they find a legendary underland, a world literally under ground with inexplicable happenings and the most eerie atmosphere. As they struggle to understand the mysterious land, they wrestle with the possibility of being lost in a way that can’t be found.
*Clean content, fast-paced, and imaginative
 
Excerpt
“What’s happening out there?” Thomas asks as he watches headlights bouncing all over the place.
Emily hopes that someone is coming to rescue them, maybe not Mayor or Sheriff, unless there’s no one else. She isn’t in tune enough with engine sounds to know that it’s the same duner as before.
“I think someone’s driving your dune-buggy, and trying to climb up the path.” Thomas watches as the utility vehicle does a surprisingly good job at navigating and scaling the small hiking path.
White replies, “Oh, no need to worry about that. I have asked a friend to bring the duner up close. I usually do but it requires some aggressive driving, something I chose to save you from.”
They hear the old Volkswagen engine struggle and sputter as the driver pushes it into higher RPMs.
Emily asks, “Is that supposed to be happening?”
White walks to the window and stares thoughtfully. He bobs his head side to side and replies, “Yes and no. That is no easy task, and he is not as experienced as myself. Surely, he will be fine. I imagine he has quite the audience right now, which probably does not help,” he chuckles.
Emily is disappointed that it isn’t a rescue attempt.
“Do you think we will ever get out?” Emily asks. “I mean, if Mayor can’t even do it . . .” She sulks as she returns to her seat and stares at her hands.
White replies, “One problem is that Terra Viva is in a sort of stasis, a lockdown if you will. Mayor’s drastic attacks on her landscape has sent her into a defensive mode. He has tried to find a way out since the beginning, but I believe it will take something equally drastic for her to open up again. The fact that Lewis and Mary got out is enough reason to believe it is possible. But Mayor has only been more aggressive since then.
“Mankind has done enough to this beautiful earth, and Terra Viva has done so much for us. It provides food through various plants, vines, and trees, and produces, or at the very least orchestrates the amit and oxygen flows. And since everything is contained underground like a giant greenhouse rather than open earth of above, various and abundant vegetation can exist down here. I believe that if you search long enough, you can find just about anything, even a way out.”
Emily finds herself being filled with hope at these prospects but still feels like White is side-skirting the topic. She just wants to know how and how long.
Thomas, on the other hand, has distracted himself with the amazing news of trait-bearers and Luminants. He wonders if he shares any of his father’s abilities. With newfound confidence, he tries once more to make something happen, anything really. Following White’s example, he closes his eyes. He tries to remember and comprehend what White said to Maka, “Do not try to make something happen that does not want to happen.”
Thomas thinks he notices the slightest vibration. He opens his eyes in wonder and it stops.

 

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Michael Lacey writes from intimate moments pain—such as losing his eye to a lawn dart accident at age 11 or losing his mother in 2017—but he strives to keep moving forward. He understands the value of experiencing emotions and giving them the space to move but pushes towards resolution and closure in the most encouraging ways. He is driven by the pursuit of purpose and hopes his books will help others chase their own true callings.
He’s always dreaming up new adventures for Underlanders as well as entirely new stories. By writing consistently, Michael is working towards a life where he can spend more time each day with his soon-to-be growing family. Keep up with him on Facebook, Instagram, or at MichaelLacey.me.
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LESSONS FROM WABBASEKA by Liza O’Connor

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LESSONS FROM WABBASEKA

by Liza O’Connor

Genre: Wacky Romantic Suspense

When Anna Baker is fired from her New York job, she accepts her aunt and uncle’s offer to come live with them in the little town of Wabbaseka, Arkansas. She discovers a house in dire need of repairs and her relatives in need of proper care. Under the misconception that being unemployed means she has no money, the local sheriff gets involved in her life, trying to determine how she can afford the building materials to fix up the house. Her cousin, Dewayne, appears and wants her evicted, and the FBI thinks she’s involved in a money-laundering scheme. While Anna doesn’t find the peace and quiet she seeks, she may find love…

Jeremy laughed. “You don’t want to send me home yet, I’ve got gossip to tell you.”

Anna rolled her eyes. “Gossip in a small town, who would ever think.”
“Last Friday when I was doing some work at the church, Sam Johnson asked me to step into his office. He tells me he’s heard of my commendable charity in doing all the work on this house for nothing. Then he hands me a check for two thousand dollars. Says the parishioners pulled the money together to help cover my costs.”
Anna leaned back and covered her face with her hands. “Oh shit,” she muttered.
“Of course, I tried to refuse the check, but Sam wouldn’t hear of it. The parishioners wanted me to have it for my selfless act of charity.” He eyed her for a moment, then continued. “I hope you see I had no choice—”
Anna glared at him. “You didn’t tell him the truth. He’s the worst gossip in town.”
“No. I knew the truth was an unacceptable option, so keep that in mind when I tell you what I did tell him.”
“What?” This didn’t sound good at all.
“I told him, in good conscience I couldn’t take the check, because it was not out of charity but out of lust for your body that I worked so long and hard on the Larringtons’ house.”
“You told him what?”
“I told him I lusted after your body.”
“Which explains the sermon this Sunday! Couldn’t you think of anything else?” She slapped him across the arm.
“I’m sorry. It was a spur of the moment lie. Besides, it was at least marginally believable.”
“Marginally?”
“Well, you’re not my type. However, I have to admit, in this dress….”
“I can’t believe you told him that.”
Jeremy shrugged. “I thought it was pretty clever. I’ve seen the way Johnson looks at you. He knew exactly what I was talking about.”
Anna scrunched her face up in disgust. “Sam Johnson has the hots for me?”
“Yep,” Jeremy smiled.
“I’m going to be sick.”
“Don’t worry I told him that you and I were an item. You’re too tainted now for his taste.”
Anna pondered this. “I’m trying to decide whether I should kill you or kiss you.”
“Do I get a vote?”
“No.”
“Because if I did get a vote—”
“You don’t.”
“I’d point out kissing me has multiple benefits over killing me.”
“Name two.”
“One, it would be more fun.”
“Not necessarily.”
Jeremy laughed. “Well, it would definitely be more fun for me.”
“You don’t count.”
“I object to your limited perspective. However, another good reason is kissing me would support my claim we are dating. Whereas killing me, well, that’s not very supportive.”
“Try this for supportive. Get off the counter and set the table.”
He stopped at the door and looked back at her. “You know you want me…” he teased.
Liza O’Connor lives in Denville, NJ with her dog Jess. Having an adventurous nature, she learned to fly small Cessnas in NJ, hang-glide in New Zealand, kayak in Pennsylvania, ski in New York, scuba dive with great white sharks in Australia, dig up dinosaur bones in Montana, sky dive in Indiana, and raft a class four river in Tasmania. She’s an avid gardener, amateur photographer, and dabbler in watercolors and graphic arts. Yet through her entire life, her first love has and always will be writing novels.
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Taffey Tawanna Champion & The Mystery Alliance Evian Saga books

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Taffey Tawanna Champion is a small-town girl, born and raised in Greensboro,

GA, educated at GTCHS in Greensboro, GA and further educated at Elon College which eventually became Elon University. This is the university where she obtained a Bachelor of Arts degree in Psychology. She excelled in writing as a young child; even earned merits and won awards for writing ability, including a “Passport to Excellence Award” plaque for Best Essay. Reading and writing also were Taffey’s first loves before drama and music, which of course, came after.

Before, during and after college, Taffey became a world traveler, even electing to live in London, England for one semester whilst studying at Elon University. She traveled several times to Paris, France at this time. Taffey also met and encountered celebrities in London, England which served to make her experiences even more special. Added to her world traveler status, she lived in South Korea for a short interval. This experience, including her fascination with various Kung-Fu techniques and martial arts films aided in her ability to create The Mystery Arts in The Mystery Alliance: Evian’s Saga.

She also worked in Marina, CA as an Americorps VISTA for MCHOME (a division of Interim, Inc.) under the Coalition of Homeless Services Providers. During this time, she became acquainted with the various artists of Breakthrough H’ART (a program synonymous with MCHOME) and also with noted Austrian Artist/Painter, Hans Kindel. It was here, under the tutelage of Hans Kindel and Bill Donnelly that she discovered her talent for Abstract/Impressionist Art. This is where the cover (Paradise Underwater) of her E-book originated.

THE MYSTERY ALLIANCE: EVIAN’S SAGA was created initially as a copyrighted action/adventure screenplay, however, Taffey decided to adapt it into an E-book: the first in a series of E-Books actually.

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What was your inspiration, spark or light bulb moment that inspired you to write the book that you are seeking promotion for? I do realize that this will sound so cliché, but I experienced vivid dreams about beautifully mystical beings with almost supernatural powers in 1999 first. After I began writing what I remembered about these dreams on paper, I became spellbound and quite determined to write a Feature film screenplay to do justice to such fascinating visions.


 
 

 

Unstrung Series Blitz

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YA Sci-Fi Series Blitz
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UNSTRUNG (Book 1)
Lexa Pate, 17-year-old thief extraordinaire, has burned a bridge or two in her life. You don’t make a career out of stealing other people’s property without making enemies.
When a risky job goes from bad to worse, Lexa and her adopted family find themselves on Precipice Corporation’s hit list because they’ve accidentally stolen the wrong thing – plans for a new model of genetically-engineered super humans. Now every bounty hunter, cop on the take, and snitch in the city is after them.
Lexa’s world crumbles around her as she fights to keep her family safe even as someone strolls out of her forgotten past. Quinn claims to know who Lexa really is, but can she trust a stranger she met while robbing his boss?
More importantly, does she really want to know what Quinn has to tell her?


UNFINISHED (Prequel Novella)
In a world where genetically-engineered humans serve as slave labor to “real” humans, ten-year-old Quinn is an anomaly. Designed with superior intelligence and physical attributes, he lives and trains at Maren DeGaul’s lakeside mansion, being readied for some mysterious purpose as dictated by Precipice Corporation. Despite the comfortable surroundings, Quinn is frequently pushed to his limits by his human guardians, often learning lessons in pain and loneliness.
That all changes the day they introduce him to a new artificial, one who is both his equal and his soulmate. But when Maren decides the new artificial is flawed and should be decommissioned, it’s up to Quinn to find a way to save his only friend.


UPRISING (Book 2)


Master thief Lexa Pate always prided herself on never being caught. That changed the night she freed the artificial humans of Triarch City, a people she’s still learning to identify with. Now, imprisoned by the government, she’s separated from her family—and the love of her life—while facing murder charges. What she doesn’t know is something far worse awaits her: the Quad intends to make her pay for her crimes.
After helplessly watching Lexa be captured, Quinn has to place his trust in a group of people he barely knows to save the girl he loves. The rebels outside Triarch City have the equipment—and the information—he needs to rescue Lexa. But, knowing the Quad has sophisticated brainwashing techniques, his biggest worry is who she’ll be even if they do manage to bring her home.
Pawns in a game they barely understand, Lexa and Quinn will have to use all the gifts they possess to fight the powers seeking to control them and find a way back to each other.
Before it’s too late.


UNIFIFED (Book 3)


Lexa Pate has been called many things: thief, artificial, lover, friend. Now, as she faces the biggest crisis of her life, she realizes there’s another title trying to define her: murderer.
After she was freed from the Quad’s clutches, Lexa thought her life would go back to, if not normal, something resembling that. Sure, the band of rebels she’s joined have ideas of freeing the world from the Quad (delusions of grandeur might be more accurate), but Lexa is reunited with the men who’ve become her ragtag family. In her new home, she’s safe, she’s surrounded by people who care for her, and Quinn is always close at hand, ready to show her how much he loves her. So why does she feel like killing him every time they’re together?
Quinn thought rescuing Lexa from the Glass House would be all he needed to find his happy ending. But Lexa’s incarceration has changed things between them, and he fears the Quad altered more about Lexa than anyone suspects. With tensions in the rebel camp rising between the humans and the artificials, Quinn knows the war will reach a boiling point soon, and he may be the only one who can stop it. But if the rebels continue to believe Lexa is dangerous, he could lose more than the war—he could lose the girl he loves.
Excerpt From Book 1
I stare blankly at the wall in my room. My Exeprin high has worn off and I changed back into my pajamas at the first chance, unable to get the chip off my mind. Our little team has ceased being annoying but forgettable and has become a critical target. Everyone from cops to bounty hunters to the Quad’s security team will be after us. All because we stole the wrong thing. Sure, we hadn’t planned to steal that particular chip, but our mistake doesn’t change one simple fact.
We are so dead.
“…run another diagnostic,” Turpin calls from the hallway. He’s been holed up in the lab with Jole, examining the data on the chip. A moment later, he knocks. Unlike Jole, he waits for me to say “come in” before opening the door.
“Hey,” he says, taking a seat on my desk chair. “You okay?”
I drop my pillow over my face. Maybe I should suffocate myself with it. “If I hadn’t tripped and set off the alarm, there’d be no trace of how the chip was taken. Now…they’ll find us.”
“Lexa, there’s no way to plan for the unknown. Besides, anyone else probably would’ve set that security device off sooner and not gotten away.”
A headache starts throbbing behind my eyes. Stars, this is the worst time to be coming off Exeprin. “I’ll remind you how you said it wasn’t my fault when we’re rounded up by Maren’s people.”
“You won’t have to,” Turpin says. “I’m the one who took the job. We go down, you can blame me.”
He sounds so dejected, I sit up, hugging the pillow to my chest. Maybe I should be scared, but a morbid curiosity about Maren’s artificials gets the better of me. “What are the new versions like? Can you tell from the plans?”
“Most of it is over our heads—the genetic engineering data is very complex—and part of the chip is heavily encoded. But I understand enough to know these are the most human-like versions I’ve seen. Circulatory systems that actually regenerate synthetic blood cells, skin cells that scab over when cut, fully functional digestive tracts. Stars, even their hair, fingernails and bodies will grow like a human’s.”
My headache intensifies. “Wait, what do you mean their bodies will grow?”
Turpin goes to my window. “Instead of making adults, like usual, these prototypes appear to be equivalent to six-year-old children. All of them with critical thinking processors akin to a person with a one-forty I.Q. The plans cover maturity cycles and learning rates by age. The only thing I can guess is that her scientists want to mimic the learning capability of a child’s brain.”
My room suddenly feels cold. “We stole the plans for a super-race of fake human beings?”
“It would seem that way. And all of them programmed to think the way the Quad wants them to think. Hyper-intelligent, but without the experience or knowledge to have true free will. I’m wondering about that, though,” he says, coming to sit on the edge of my bed. “If Maren’s playing God to this extent, how will she maintain control of her ‘kids?’ Can you imagine them as teenagers?” He gives me a rueful smile. “You’re hard enough to handle.”
I punch his arm, more out of respect than annoyance. Everything is so topsy-turvy, I wonder if I’m going soft. Soon I’ll be letting Jole off the hook for coming into my room without knocking. “Maybe it’s good we stole those plans. The new K600s are advanced enough that I can hardly tell they’re artificials. These new…things would be an abomination. A crime against nature.” I stand and pace, needing to put my nervous energy into the ground. If I don’t, I’ll blow, and I can’t afford a meltdown. “Bolts shouldn’t be so human. It blurs way too many lines, don’t you think?”
“The bigger question is what we tell our clients,” Turpin says. “Because we can’t give the chip to them. It’s too dangerous.”
He has a point. “I say we tell them the chip self-destructed as we decoded it. Who cares if they get angry. I’m less scared of them than I am of Maren.”
About the Author

Kendra C. Highley lives in north Texas with her husband and two children. She also serves as staff to four self-important and high-powered cats. This, according to the cats, is her most important job. She believes in everyday magic, extraordinary love stories, and the restorative powers of dark chocolate
 
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Smorgasbord Blog Magazine – Health Column – Prostate Cancer Part Two – The Good News.

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Nominations Are Now Open For The Bloggers Bash Awards

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Keanu Reeves May Star in a Netflix Superhero Film!

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FOR YOU, I WILL A Fallen Guardian Novella by Georgia Lyn Hunter

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Genre: Paranormal Romance



It should have been the happiest time of their lives…


As a Guardian of the realm, Blaéz is aware of the danger that can shadow him, but he’s determined to give his human mate the wedding of her dreams. Flowers, ring, and all, including following a baffling mortal tradition of abstinence—a challenge he gamely takes on.
Then the past and future clash…


Things start to unravel when an old adversary from an accursed life he thought long over suddenly reappears. Blaéz realizes it’s a tie he must sever and finally put an end to a longstanding feud. A straightforward job…until his vindictive nemesis snatches his mate.
It’s a time of reckoning…


Blaéz will risk and do anything to get her back. But first, he must face his own dark and painful past for a future with the one woman who is his very heartbeat.
If he doesn’t, it just might destroy everything he’s fought for…

As they passed the bikers hanging near the motorcycles and puffing up a pungent storm of smoke, Blaéz slowed down, scanning the side street. At the sudden prickles coasting his skin, he changed direction and headed deeper into the alley instead of finding a darkened place to dematerialize back home. Away from the humans, he moved in preternatural speed, skirting the dumpsters and several fallen crates spilled in his path.

“O-kay, so we’re heading for Club Anarchy instead of the castle.” Týr’s droll tone drifted to him. “You need…entertaining?”
“Not at all.” Blaéz halted, the itch bearing down his back intensifying. He searched the dark alley with its looming warehouses. “Something doesn’t feel right, and hasn’t for a while.”
“Well, then, let’s find out what shit’s stirring and clean it out.” A dark grin appeared. “It’s been my kinda week. Blood, gore, and chances of more decapitation? Perfect.”
Blaéz shook his head at Týr’s penchant for bloody violence and surveyed the rooftops of the warehouses. “You sure have a way with words. Hallmark should be grateful they don’t have you on their team.”
“Maybe I’ll compose a sonnet for the wedding.”
Blaéz heard the smirk in his tone. “Like I want to hear your drivel.”
“Don’t knock my verse ‘til you’ve heard it, you uneducated SOB,” he retorted, and cheerfully strolled where even angels feared to tread. “Roses are red, violets are blue—”
“For fuck’s sakes! They’re bloody purple.”
“Stop with the interruptions. Don’t care if they’re pink, it’s how the damn rhyme goes. Roses are red, violets are blue, Darci’s so lovely, how in the hell did she end up with a fucker like you—” His amused gaze shifted to Blaéz. “Okay, it needs some fine-tuning, but I should be good to go on the big day.”
“Not if you want to keep your head.” Blaéz slowed down, his attention on the throng of people lumbering out of the club. A flash of light hair caught his gaze and an eerily familiar sensation skated over his psyche. “Shit.”
“What?” Týr asked, scanning the crowd, too.
Without answering, Blaéz took off across the street. Since the demon bouncers knew the Guardians, he sprinted into the club, avoiding the partygoers in the dimly lit corridor, and shoved the metal door open. The pounding rock music reverberating against the walls barely made an impact as he dodged bodies fumbling about in the darkened club, skidding to a halt on the landing. He scanned the interior. Despite the imminent arrival of closing time, the place still swarmed with revelers.
“Fuck, Celt, who the hell are we chasing? At least then I know whom to kill,” Týr growled from his side.
“I’m not sure…I think I saw Finnén.”
Týr cut him a sharp look. “Your twin?”
His expression grim, Blaéz nodded, probing the upper VIP level with his mind for his kin’s familiar vibe.
“Perhaps you saw someone else who looks like him?”
“Perhaps. He wouldn’t dare show his face in this realm knowing I wouldn’t hesitate to kill him if he came after us again.”



For You, I Will is a companion novella to Breaking Fate. Here’s the blurb…

An immortal without a soul is bad enough. But when his only tether to remaining honorable is his addiction to bone-crushing pain, it makes Blaéz a dangerously loose cannon.

A Guardian sworn to protect mortals from supernatural evil, Blaéz straddles the edge of darkness as his needs grow. When a good deed brings him to the doorstep of a female unlike any other, one whose touch ignites emotions long lost in the hellish pits of Tartarus, he’s determined not to lose her. She belongs to him. But she’s human. Forbidden. And bringing her into his life may just destroy them both.
Darci Callahan has given up on love. But when a lethally handsome stranger suddenly appears late one night, she finds herself inexplicably drawn to the captivating man with the pale, empty eyes—a man who awakens in her a desire she never believed possible. Except Blaéz brings more than unexpected passion to her life, he brings danger.
In this treacherous new world of gods and demons, Darci soon discovers a heart-shattering truth and the twisted games the gods play. Caught in the crosshairs, she’s forced to accept that, sometimes, no matter how much you love someone, you have to love them enough to let them go…
I’ve been creating stories from the moment I could string two words together. No matter the tale, it always has romance woven through them. Yes, I’m a hopeless romantic.
When I’m not writing or plotting new books, I like to read, travel, painting, or troll flea markets where I usually buy things I might never actually use because they’re so pretty.
After working in a few jobs all art related, a chosen career as a fashion designer, then an art teacher, I finally found my passion four years ago: writing. There really is no other job I’d rather do.
Oh, and I live in the beautiful country of South Africa.
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Smorgasbord Posts from Your Archives – Enigma Of The Soul by Billy Ray Chitwood

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My First Breakup by Dhruba D.Roy

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“Oh God, why me?”

This is perhaps what we think of when we go through a ‘breakup’.

This story is about Anirudh and Anvi.

Both of them have their own thinking which are not alike.

The story begins with Anirudh meeting with and accident. As he slowly succumbs to the pain, he starts reflecting about his bygone college days where he found his love for music. He loves Anvi dearly who is a long-lost friend of Anirudh.

The story reveals how Anirudh struggles as the hands of reality strikes him down.

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   This is it. One wrong move and I find myself
crying to sleep. Days, maybe weeks of putting up the brave face. The ultimate,
cliché teenage drama. Everyone has been through it and everyone has heard of
it. But for me it was the first time. Maybe the last, hopefully. 
   So, wearing my heart on my sleeves, I fell in ‘love’.
Not once, but twice with the same guy in a row. Tramp? No. I was in love.
Deeply, madly, unconditionally. Until the hands
of practicality punched me
right on my face. I was left stranded
and confused. Wondering why all of this was happening to
me.  Another cliché moment. But for me,
it was the first time.

There is something about human nature which seeks for sympathy. Just had
a breakup? The whole world is conspiring for you to be unhappy. No, I will not smile, the world is a cruel place. It
takes days for people to get over it. For me? Well no surprise to you, it took
a year. One entire year of  ‘the wait’.
Sitting back now and thinking about it, I find it funny. No, I find it
hilarious. So, what happened after the year was over? Did I just miraculously
wake up one day and think to myself that, “hey, you know what…. you are a great
girl, get over it…move on!!” No, I realized that he had thought of this way
back. He had moved on way back. While, the “so-in-love” me, was waiting. Simply waiting for my stars to turn
and relive the same love story again. 
  The moment
you see that your ex has a different face beside the “in a relationship”
status, that is the moment you realize how blind and ridiculous you were. The
once cute goatee seems like a bush now, that smile which made you smile makes
you want to knock off all his teeth, his fascination for food makes you notice
his peeking belly pouch. In a nutshell, you are no longer in love with him and
his flaws. So then, life brings you to a fork road. The fun road is where you
sit back and spread wild rumors about how terrible he is and how he broke your
heart. Believe me, the devil will tempt you to follow this path. It is a
fantastic journey, but a few more months of futility. So I chose the better
path. Get up, pull yourself together, shrug off the dust and embrace the new
journey. I am glad I chose the latter. Very glad.

What do you do when an entire part of your life has been erased which
once held so much of importance to you? You try and fill it up with things you
never had time for otherwise. Socialize,
go out, write, sing, laugh, read, stare randomly out of the window and get lost
in your own beautiful world. Life was better. I am an ardent believer in
unconventionality. Why follow the crowd? I won’t make my own crowd! No siree! I
won’t even sit at a distance and laugh at the crowd. I would rather live in a
parallel world, a different dimension maybe. I can see you. But you can’t touch
me. You can’t judge me. I can be me. Shamelessly.
Raise the walls
high. Build the impenetrable walls. Shut the gates. It’s my own perfect world.
A year goes by in my world. Everything is healed.

I decide to open up the windows a little bit. A little fresh air will cause no
harm. I felt a whiff. A new breeze. That felt nice. It felt familiar. Maybe I
can open up my windows just a wee bit more. I will shut them off immediately.
They are wide open now. Even today. I never shut them. I was never able to.


Vulnerable or strong? Please be vulnerable, please be vulnerable………
pleaded my heart. Shut up already. You have created enough chaos. I am in
charge now. No more “Fairytale dreams”,
no more car rides, no more falling for flattering messages, no more being silly
in love.
Do you have a tiny voice at the back of
your head which speaks back to you and gives life advice, for god’s sake? Well mine is louder than my own voice, has a humongous ego
and can be downright obnoxious sometimes. It’s difficult living with it
seriously. You know the worst part? It is usually right.

 

 

‘ I love you’. Nope, no you don’t. ‘I could die for you’.
No you can’t. ‘I have waited my whole life for you’. Were you born yesterday?
‘I just want to be with you’. Yeah, you want to be in my pants. The voice is
annoying I tell you, but it is always right. If I was anything like the voice
then I doubt whether I would have had any friends.

About the Author:

Dhruba Das Roy  is a freelance writer, a musician by passion, and a software engineer by profession. He is from Assam, but born in a small town of Meghalaya, where he finished his schooling. He then obtained his degree in engineering from the esteemed college of National Institute of Technology. He discovered his love for music there and was the lead vocalist of his band, “The Rozarts”.

He loves rock and roll and is a great fan of the pioneers of rock and roll-(Pink Floyd, Led Zeppelin, Queen and the list goes on).Unfortunately, as engineering life came to an end, the band had to split. Recently, he moved to Kolkata where he is working in one of leading software service based companies in India.

Not everyone can put their thoughts into words. Dhruba had never tried his hand in writing; but he had an experience, an experience which changed his life for the better. Being a vocalist, his only way of expression was through the creative way. He decided to pen down his thoughts and he discovered that writing came naturally to him. His thought process in the novel relates to the general mass in many ways. He decided to stretch his limits and ended up voicing his thoughts in a different way this time.