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[bodytext] => The BlackBird Episode Book1 A Monsters Dream My Debut Book In Bookstores Nation Wide Sample Read: The Blackbird It was a rainy icy cold November in Memphis Tennessee Frost froze the ground for as far as your eyes could see People were eating there thanksgiving dinner and thankful to be alive While on the other side of town a monster had arrived Some folks had laughed and didn't believe that there could actually be A demon with a face that kind of looked like you and me But others knew that he was true they saw the vultures flying Around the gritty city skies as if something was dying Now do you truly realize what it means to be afraid Paralyzed with fear of slipping into a early grave A force so strong of blood and bones completely took control Landed on a baby bird and flew off with his soul The local press showed no interest on news they couldn't explain They saw the signs but wrote them off as just a silly game They didn't take the time to recognize the sky was filled with birds And even through that stormy night there songs were all you heard. This is a sample of the story that goes on throughout my book, between the poetry: The Monsters Dream "I love you, Texas, but I belong to the child." I watched speechlessly as she fell to the floor grasping her midsection. Pain was written all over her face. I did not know how to help her so I just stood there for what seemed to be hours until she puked up another combination of blood and worms on and around my bare feet. I knew that what I was watching on the floor of our bathroom was not my precious April Mae. I had to do something to stop this madness. I had to end her misery. I grabbed my precious April Mae by the ends of her beautiful brown hair. I could still feel the softness and smell the sweet, sweet conditioner that she had used earlier that day.. That beautiful hair became a weapon. I yanked it harder and harder as her head banged the cold, white ceramic tile bathroom floor. I am not sure how many times I pulled and dropped her beautiful face into that cold, cold floor. I banged it and banged it until my arms went limp. I wanted to beat whatever it was that had invaded her beautiful titillating body. That beautiful body that caused the hair to stand up on my back. That body that beat against mine so passionately night after night. I beat that face into the floor until her body no longer showed any signs of life. READ THE REST OF THIS TALE: THE BLACKBIRD EPISODE BOOK 1 A MONSTERS DREAM IN BOOKSTORES NATION WIDE AND ON ALL INTERNET BOOKSTORES ISBN NUMBER:1-4137-6496-7 PEACE Mason Hung............. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 148 [topic] => 13 [informant] => MasonHung [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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