A short story with David Murphy, aka longhair. Hero of "From The Ashes."
Violence and death go hand in hand concerning the countless tales told of Tombstone. Those who spent their whole life in the famous town knew of the hell that existed and walked the streets in the silence of the night.
Tales history will ignore, the psychotic breaks are easier to explain, however the true deep dark incidents are difficult to put into words. Some do not wish to speak of them for the terror of reliving such incidents is as horrifying as the time it happened. Some are superstitious, unwilling to stir up the past in concern it will revive the demons.
Dreams or visions, one thing is certain, death.
Worms of the earth praise your gods, silver, gold, lust of the flesh. What good are your pitiful laws? Evil cares not for your hollow words. The very men who make the law care not for following such foolishness.
The heel of the serpent will mash your head!
I shall introduce this day one of my fine minions.”
YOU ARE NOTHING!
Time is but a measure for humans, existence nothing more than madness. I wreak havoc on every generation. All of time has battled the forces of evil. All of time proves my point. The folly of good judgment ends the same, in the soil, dust to dust, yet evil lives, evil laughs never resting. Thousand years in a blink of an eye!
What is, fight the good fight?
Nothing more than yet another grave adorned, so and so fought the good fight.
Blah, blah, blah.
Flesh dies! Evil does not!
The sooner one can understand flesh is nothing more than rations for maggots and worms the sooner we can get down to business.
How can one sell their soul?
What makes you think your soul is worth spit!
Play your games, pretend what you do matters, at the falling of light, when darkness exhausts breathe of life.
I will stare you in the eye and laugh.
Shall we play!
The Knock Out Game
I tire of this Knock Out dribble.
Payment is due.
Rated MA - Mature Language & Violence
- Rated MA - Mature Language and Violence -
"I’m sick of the bullshit stories. There are no demons in this house! Not once have I seen a damn thing, I need to get to work!”
The door slammed shut.
Insanity grew intolerant, desperation overwhelmed the senses, and only punishment would ease the voices. DMK http://t.co/3UF4PlxHXA— David M Karder (@slantedk) September 7, 2013
He assured concealment of his weapon. The bar had two open seats. Bartender, tits barely contained in her push-up bra, beautiful hair, duel ponytails, daisy duke shorts torn in the perfect spot to see her red thong.
“Black and tan, boilermaker, use Jack.”
“High octane tonight, huh?”
He nodded, panned the room, the pool tables, each in use, a band sets up for the night. The mind viewed each individual as if through a rifle-scope. Drink set on the bar, turned, chugged half of it. Patron next to him took notice. Old man, tattered military jacked, looked like he owned the bar-stool.
“Damn, son, tough day?”
Slight turn to the inquiring individual; elbow on the bar, made no eye contact.
“Been sitting on that stool long?”
“Shit, came back from Korea and sat here.”
“Then you should have the sense to know when someone needs to be left alone.”
“Shit, I got ya, I got ya.”
Remaining beverage slammed.
“Another one, Honey?”
“Pint of Bass shot of Jack.”
The mind’s eye ran a slide show of his previous sprees. The blood red tint excited him, a bullet rips flesh, blood streams out the back of the head and puddles while the eyes go black. A smile appeared on his face. Licked his lips, turned back to the bar, downed the shot and chased it with half the pint.
Another patron took notice. Has the ability to recognize trouble and took a defensive position.
Crazy sought a challenge, brutality entertained his instability and he knew shock would freeze the crowd. Voices scream. “Pick someone, do it, do it now!”
The Tales of the Wild West.
An Alluring Glorification of the Mighty Gunfighter.
Truth is, the more fools terminated by my steel, the more evil destroyed, the more souls collected, the more the darkness took notice.
I stand above a boy, no more than sixteen. He grips his chest with every hope of stopping the bleeding. He begs, mumbles, "Please." He knows though, he knows these are his last breaths. His eyes full of sorrow, tears form, he sneezes and coughs blood, death turns his eyes black. For him the glory comes to an end.
For me, another soul, another echo in the darkness. The Spirits in the wind, despair, agony, torturous laughter, no one told me.
Solstice Publishing Presents
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Welcome to the continuation of SlantedK’s interview with Vernon Shields. Vernon is a close friend of David Murphy, aka Longhair, the main character in the Solstice Wild West Adventure New Release “From The Ashes.”
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It is a Wild West Adventure, action packed, fantasy experience.
Interviews are hard to come by with Mr. Shields, so needless to say I was honored. Without further a due…
What a great place, the mind of the Wild West Writer.
Four years passed while I worked on my first novel. A year of selling the manuscript, another year of publishing, editing, and waiting patiently. Ok, not so patiently.
Carter yelled out. “Hey, Boy! You wanted to be part of this, you count, 3, 2, 1. Johnstone, you shit! On one, we go! On one, you die!”
Johnstone nodded to the boy.
He counted. “3…”
The two men set their feet, shook the hands.
Their shoulders faced each other, the stare of death given to each other.
It is commonplace to hear the tales of gunmen such as Jesse James, Johnny Ringo, Billy the Kid and my newest entry, David Murphy, the main character of my book. “From the Ashes.”
Shameless plug, I know, it is my blog, eh. LOL.
Less known, yet part of the colorful Wild West are the women. Today I have a few interesting women to share with Ya’ll.
How about that picture of Raquel Welch? That's why it's called a Teaser Image, eh :)
Facebook & Twitter
Today it is linking your Facebook Author/Business Page to Twitter.
“Wait, Dave, I’m not a technical person.”
Then I’m glad you stopped in. My “101” is for you. When all is said and done you will smile and say, “that was easy.”
I have a day job, this blog, my book edits, and two other books in the infant stage. Marketing, branding, read articles, write articles, check on your followers blogs & tweets. Sound familiar?
Well this little shared piece of information can make two tasks one.
A Then & Now Parenthood Presentation.
By DMK, for SlantedK
In our days of instantaneous promises, apps for everything, streaming this that & the other.
There are fewer and fewer experiences that foster patience.
I have concern for future generations developing without the understanding of patience.
Are You Applying Blog Marketing Tips to Your eBook Sales Page?Follow @slantedk
“eBook sales page?”
Exactly, this week I have been researching and working on a Social Media & Brand Building eBook. I read in-between my day job, writing, blogging, texting, tweeting, pinterest and editing so please forgive, this is a paraphrase. In that research, I came across a thought provoking question.