There is an evil lurking that everyone is completely oblivious to. Who will be the next to bring forth the monster?
In 1930’s fictional Australian rural town of Willow Vale. Baddar, a wild-hearted 7 years old would tell you he is special. As the blood grandchild of the last Afghan cameleer and his wife, Rose, an aboriginal woman, Baddar knew he was destined for more than his little town. Bored of small-town life and overwhelmed by childlike curiosity, his ancestor’s tales of tribesmen and cameleers is all he needs to fuel his imagination.
Willow Vale is a town at the end of the railway line like so many towns in that era, Willow Vale was suffering from a declining population. Willow Vale once had three churches but now has only one.
The railway, agriculture and the nearby coal mines are the main employment opportunities in the town.
Willow Vale Rural school is a rural school. There are 2 grades in each class and is staffed by four teachers.
The story follows the adventures of 4 of the children from Willow Vale
Baddar and his sister Delari are special people. There are the children of the son of the last Aghan cameleer and his wife, Rose, (an aboriginal who was raised by missionaries).
Baddar’s best friend is Billy Frost. Billy’s sister (Freda), is Delari’s best friend.
Baddar is confused as whether he would like to be known as an “Afghan Tribesman: or “ Aboriginal Cameleer.”
Baddar is frustrated by his aboriginal grandfather’not allowing him to go on walkabout until he is older. He convinces his friend Billy to go on a walkabout with him. Over several days they appear to be lost, but in reality, they had a great time.
Realising that Baddar is confused by his dual heritage,e the Charmchi family goes on a mini camel caravan with their Afghan grandfather. An accident happens, and Delari’s leg is in a cast during a school exchange visit to the Bulling Beach School.
While at Bulling Beach, Freda is bitten by a poisonous sea creature and is in a coma for several days.
Everything goes back to normal until a bushfire threatens Willow Vale.
Eventually, Baddar and Billy save the lives of a railway crew that had been caught up in the bushfire.
The year is 2084, and that famous Margaret Thatcher quote has become a reality: There really is no such thing as society. No one speaks to anyone else. No one looks at anyone else. People don’t collaborate, they only compete.
I hate to admit it, but this has had tragic consequences. Unable to satisfy their social urges, the population has fallen into a pit of depression and anxiety. Suicide has become the norm.
It all sounds rather morbid, does it not? But please don’t despair, there is hope, and it comes in the form of our hero: Renee Ann Blanca. Wishing to fill the society-shaped hole in her life, our Renee does the unthinkable: She goes in search of human company! It’s a radical act and an enormous challenge. But that, I suppose, is why her tale’s worth recounting. It’s as gripping as it is touching, and I think you’re going to love it…
Your trusty narrator,
Praise for Individutopia:
+ “Gloriously colourful” – The Canary
+ “An exciting tale” – The Dallas Sun
+ “Outstanding” – We Art Friends
+ “An epiphany” – The Avenger
+ “A must-read” – The Bay Net
+ “So relevant” – Medium
The year is 2283.
Though more than a quarter-century has passed since the end of the last war, the Galactic Confederation is still busy picking up the pieces. Whole sectors of the galaxy remain lawless, rife with corruption and greed. The criminal element has a well-established foothold on these sectors.
It is a good time to be a bounty hunter.
Jesse Forster and the crew of the STARHAWK are some of the best bounty hunters in the business. Kayla Karson is a young independent hunter out to make a name for herself. Their paths collide as both take up pursuit of the leaders of the Nexus Gang, the most brutal crime syndicate in the galaxy. An uneasy alliance is formed as the two undertake the most difficult hunt of their careers. Great rewards are to be claimed, if they don’t kill each other in the process.
Religion can be addictive, and like all drugs, it becomes toxic when abused.
Julian Marcus is a priest who does not claim to be anyone other than someone like you. He bleeds, laughs, cries, hates and loves – just like you. He questions religion, New Age mantras, and the presence of extraterrestrials – just like you sometimes do.
Unlike you, Julian is on the edge of a mental breakdown. He’s questioning freewill, authority and the meaning of his fractured life with unforgiving arrogance. A deeply philosophical journal houses these unfiltered, blasphemous observations. It’s also where he realises there’s nothing sinful about losing his mind every now and then, or testing the waters of life – no matter what the Pope, a prophet, a guru or little grey men tell him.
My name is Bliss Stone, Head of Psychiatry at Cathedral Haven, and I invite you to experience Julian’s controversial words for yourself. Julian is not a patient; he is the unconventional founder of our psychiatric clinic.
Acupuncture of The Mind still haunts me to this very day. I am most fortunate.
In order to save her parents, Alice is going to be married off to a man whom she barely knows. But when a childhood friend visits her one night, will she sacrifice everything to be with the man she loves, or will she destroy herself to save her family?
You had a black dress on that day, with a dark ribbon on your back. Dark, raven hair callously swept over your eyes as you examined your work. You stared at your victims for the longest time, before you crouched down, and stabbed your arm in their chests. You dragged out their still beating hearts, and watched as it slowly succumb to death.
Reinforcements came. An onslaught of medical units hurriedly transported their charges off the battlefield. They saved everyone they could, mourned for those they couldn’t, and killed enemy soldiers you missed. Before I knew it, someone managed to shove a gas mask on my face, then dragged the two of us to the helicopter. Magic, they said. The air was laced with magic.
I remembered searching for you, wanting to thank you for saving the both of us. I saw you standing over someone, a body beneath your heel. You weren’t paying much attention, but that was fine. You were busy.
But I still thought to myself, “She looks really pretty.”
An Academy Award winning actor develops Dissociative Identity Disorder, borne from previous characters he played over the years, causing him to unleash hell upon those around him and his city.
The actor’s name is Ricky Van Sant. The personalities number five and these are their characteristics:
Abraham Lincoln: Ricky Van Sant got an Oscar for Best Lead Actor for this role. This character, of course, is the sanest of all the other personalities. He is calm, honorable, empathetic, caring, thoughtful character, and sometimes overlaps with his Primary character as Ricky Van Sant. However he is the least predominant of the Personalities.
Jimmy Castle: Jimmy Castle is a rich kleptomaniac, who prides himself in stealing the most priceless of artifacts in Europe. He has a thick British accent and happens to be gay.
Robert Du Voight: This character is a Frenchman, who’s supposed to be living in the early 1960s. He has Dyskinetic Cerebral Palsy, causing him to walk tilted to his left side. He has a rich brother who helped him with his education, such that he became a medical doctor despite his disability. Due to his disability, he is driven to believe that the human body is too fragile, and therefore must be pushed beyond its limits to facilitate evolution of the body into a stronger more resilient body which can withstand any form of environmental extreme and disease. He has an underground base where he experiments on humans, which are sometimes provided by Tony the Savage.
Tony the Savage: This character is a Mexican serial killer. His victims are those who were accused of a crime but later got exonerated in court. He believes himself to be God’s Hand of Justice upon those who escape punishment of their crimes. His M.O consists of skinning a victim alive and brutalizing the victim in accordance with the crime they were previously accused of.
The Jester/The Anarchist: This character is a psychopath who likes to bring the evil hidden in people. Throughout the story, he plays “games” with his victims which always end up with everybody dying. His characteristic trait is that of a clown mask which he always wears. He is the most dangerous and most predominant of all Ricky Van Sant’s personalities.
Each of these characters force their way into Ricky Van Sant’s life, each with their own personal agenda. Slowly they take over his life such that Ricky starts to lose himself. The question is: Will Ricky Van Sant maintain the driver’s seat, or will the others throw him out of the car completely? If so, which of the five will finally rule Ricky’s rich and famous body?
Jump into the Got That Swing series with a duet of short stories set before book one, Don’t Mean a Thing. Meet Macie and Matt before they meet!
Coerced by a coworker, Karen steps away from comfort and takes her first swing dance lesson. While she steps on toes and twirls into pool tables, two handsome men dance into Karen’s life making her choose between Matt, the man she has chemistry with on the dance floor, and Lowan, the man she has chemistry with off the dance floor.
Baby, it’s Cold Outside
Macie is gearing up for a crazy Christmas season at work and a calm one at home. Straightening shelves at work, presents with her boyfriend on Christmas morning, and a few glasses of bubbly are all she has in mind for the holiday. But her world is on the verge of turning upside down, and the biggest decision of her life is looming. And she has no idea.
When feline black market dealer Catra begins her heat cycle for the first time, she quickly finds herself overwhelmed by her instincts. Just when it seems like her misery will eclipse her desire, one of her clients offers to help her out.
Prince Leon knows how to avoid trouble when scouting the black markets of his father’s kingdom, but he doesn’t expect Catra. Instinctively and irresistibly drawn to her, he offers to help ease her heat symptoms, and she is quick to agree.
At first, the deal is a simple one: Leon helps Catra, and Catra pleases Leon in return. But each heated liaison brings them closer and closer together until they are ultimately forced to acknowledge their illicit feelings for one another.
“Noblesse Oblige” is an erotic romance novella set against a medieval fantasy backdrop. It does not contain cheating or abuse. Happy ending guaranteed!
College freshman Riley Kendrick has always been attracted to Seth, a young man his parents adopted as a teen, and Seth’s wife, Carol; he’s convinced he’ll never have either of them. But when he catches them being intimate in his bed with only two weeks before Christmas, his lonely world is rapidly turned upside down.
“Let It Snow” is a standalone Christmas romance of 10,000 words. It contains a MMF ménage scene that’s hot enough to melt your Kindle, and does not contain tragedy or abuse of any kind. Happy ending guaranteed!
A Native American Woman’s journey as she discovers the will of her ancestors with supernatural influences. A world of spirits, a growing love, and nefarious forces collide in this must-read paranormal fiction.
Sara. Haunted by her mother’s ghost.
RedHorse was there when the mud grabbed me and wound its way through my body. My dead mother’s voice sang in the shadows scaring me. RedHorse comforted me, and my heart shattered in my chest, pounding away at his closeness.
Hopefully, he won’t think I’m crazy and tell Grandfather that the woods scared me. I won’t have Grandfather worrying that I’m going crazy. And no, there is no such thing as ghosts. It’s only the wind, whispering over the trees.
RedHorse. Tortured by his father’s voice.
Sara tempts me and pulls me toward her like a filly to a lump of sugar. If only my father’s ghost didn’t stalk me every time Sara comes close. I have to leave, I can’t tolerate the farm anymore and the muffled voices in my head. Hopefully, I can convince Sara to leave Kansas, her grandfather, and our community. To make a life somewhere else without the ghostly spirits that yell at me. She could sell the land her grandfather leaves her and we could start anew.
If she’ll have me.
The Old One. The Bad is coming.
And someone will have to pay the price at some point, even if it is with a life. The sacred land must be kept safe from trespassers, or we’ll take the land ourselves and more. Some spirits are angry and argue that this was once ours and it could be again if the Spirit Key leaves, we can unlock the door to the death realm that is kept shut by each Spirit Key.
We have to stop them, but only if Sara finds her calling on her own, without interference.
Grandfather. The Old One called me.
Took me off my Kansas horse farm and into the future. My beautiful land had been taken away, bulldozed and turned into a suburb. The land must stay in the family or our heritage will be lost and coated over with asphalt.
Only the Spirit Key can save our heritage.
Young Sara looks like the best candidate, but she’s yet to see any ghost since she was a babe and her father’s spirit cuddled her as she screamed in fright. She must embrace her Native American roots to keep the land safe from intruders and that means letting in the ghosts and with it the fears of that night so long ago. Her life is at a crossroads. She’s floundering unable to find a job or her calling. Struggling along without a purpose is the worst thing a person can do.
Death is always near.
My time wanes. The spirits need a leader, someone to help them cross-over, or they will take matters into their own hands and make war on the living so that the land will be free to hunt without human interference.
But a niggling tells me the Old One has something else in mind. Something I won’t like.
The Spirit Key needs a helper.
Someone who respects our heritage and can speak to the dead. I pushed Sara and young RedHorse together, and the relationship could work, but the spirits don’t want him. They’ve seen his future and soon, he will step on the ledge towards death.
I made a bad choice.
A new world full of old spirits, love, suspense, and culture.
Walls consume, as Larry Shawris discovered when he lost the love of his life, the child in her womb, and his mind. The source of his troubles? An old house on a cursed lot. He did not know how evil the place was until it hooked him with a rage that is costly for his love, his soul, and visitors who unwittingly trespass into his relentless and unforgiving world….
Sensual Romance for Mature Readers over 18
The Cat Walk Agency hires models–only the most beautiful women are chosen. But there is another darker and clandestine side-line at this modeling agency. A few special women are hired for a short time by ‘men-of-means.’ The cost is high–it might be even higher for the women who are thus employed. Each of the women uses an alias. This is the story Ruby.
Ruby has a very serious, secret problem. When she goes on an assignment, her client, Richie, suddenly understands some truths about Ruby that will change both of their lives forever.
*** Books in the Cat Walk Diaries series – Kindle Unlimited
Book 2 is the story of the model Ebony
Book 3 is the story of the model Ruby
Book 4 is the story of the model Jade
Box Set – Books 1-4
Book 6 – Yacht Party
This series of novelettes is for mature readers 18+.
Themes: call girls, models, romance, forbidden affairs, modeling, Madams, suspense, erotic romance.
This short story – Down the Rabbit Hole, A Mystical Adventure – is an enchanting tale with a message for all ages, that real magic is not an illusion but something we all possess.
“You know what the issue is with this world? Everyone wants some magical solution to their problem, and everyone refuses to believe in magic.” —Lewis Carroll (1832-1898)
The title of this story, “down the rabbit hole,” is of course from Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland (1865), a wonderful children’s story by Lewis Carroll in which a charming young girl named Alice falls down a rabbit hole into a strange, dreamlike world.
“It was much pleasanter at home,” thought poor Alice, “when one wasn’t always growing larger and smaller, and being ordered about by mice and rabbits. I almost wish I hadn’t gone down the rabbit hole—and yet—and yet…”
“Down the rabbit hole” has become a term used for referring to a situation that is strange, confusing, or illogical, sometimes hard to escape from, often mystical or magical, and, in this story, an encounter from which one will emerge with increased knowledge, widened horizons, enriched imagination, and a sense of greatly enlarged probabilities.
In Carroll’s sequel to Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland – Through the Looking Glass (1871) – near the end of her encounter with the White Queen, Alice protests that “one can’t believe impossible things.” The White Queen famously retorts, “I daresay you haven’t had much practice. When I was your age, I always did it for half-an-hour a day. Why, sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.”
Unlike the White Queen, I do not advocate believing impossible things. But it is much to be hoped that this short story and the anthology that follows it will encourage the reader to consider all the probabilities and therefore believe at least one anomalous thing—perhaps even “before breakfast.”
Alice: “This is impossible.” The Mad Hatter: “Only if you believe it is…” As enlightening as it is richly entertaining, this book is a fun-filled, magical exploration for anyone and everyone. 2018 Edition Short Story, A Kindle Unlimited Book. Includes a bonus Anthology Section, Kindle e-reader page count 88 (estimated, actual count varies depending on the reading device used).
A barrage of gunfire passes through the dim moonlight. Dark crimson splatters helplessly to the ground. Voices pour from the darkness, as pale, corpse-like hands reach for you, both enemy and comrade alike. White eyes callously linger upon your fragile silhouette, forsaking a warmth already forgotten by depths of decadent memories. Bodies open their mouths and scream, crying out for someone, anyone, to come save them. They want you to join them, erase the feelings you’ve had, sins you’ve sewn, people you’ve watched over. They all love and fear you, obsessed with those unreadable thoughts swirling through your immature mind.
And then, I see a bullet, lodged into that mind.
Just like that, you fall.
You fall with them.