Cover Reveal: Skoll’s Diary

Skoll’s Diary, coming June 2019

Africans and African Americans left Earth in 1900, and went to another planet in The Milky Way to escape mistreatment…

It’s now the year 3005 on that terraformed planet. We get a peek into the life of a bright and sensitive teenaged boy, Skoll, through his journal. He loves his world, but is curious about life on Earth. Then suddenly, an epic event casts him in the middle of a difficult decision.  The fate of the planet’s community is in his hands.

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Sean C. Wright is the author of 7 books. For more information about her writing skills and how she can assist you with yours–business or consumer–visit https://seanarchy.wordpress.com.

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Flash Fiction: The Gingerbread Cabin on Chocolate Cake Lake

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The Gingerbread Cabin on Chocolate Cake Lake

By Sean C. Wright-Neeley

Oh, how I wanted to nibble the reddish-brown walls, drizzled with white icing. The décor was everything you see on those quaint, little houses at Christmastime, too: hard candies in lurid, primary colors. It also smelled heavenly.

Gingerbread. 130 calories.

Instead, I stumbled down the sweet-smelling hall, and into what looked like a living room, full of people.

“Cat!” a beautiful woman and handsome man exclaimed in unison, as they came forward. “So glad you made it.” They each took one of my hands.

“I’m Anna,” said the beautiful woman.

“And I’m Rex,” said the gorgeous man.

Other thin, beautiful people milled around behind them. Anna gestured towards them, stating, “everyone, introduce yourself to Cat.” They all formed into a semicircle, and complied. The last girl broke the semicircle by stepping forward. “I’m Lauren, and I’ll show you around,” she said with a warm smile.

“Nice to meet all of you,” I stammered with wide eyes, “but what is this place? Am I dreaming?”

Rex chuckled before he answered. “No, Cat. It’s not a dream. It’s a place where your dreams come true. There’s food everywhere, and none of it has calories.”

I felt myself smile.

“We thought you’d like that. Now, go with Lauren. She will give you a tour.”

Laura took my arm, and away we went. We went outside first. The bank on the lake was not mud, but chocolate frosting. The “rocks” were chocolate cake balls. Lauren wolfed down a handful. “Go ahead,” she said with a twinkle in her eye, “You can’t gain weight from it.” I followed Lauren’s suit, and ate a heaping handful. And lo and behold, there were Gummi worms in it, too! I chewed appreciatively. When I was done, I licked my fingers while watching Swedish fish candies jump out of the lake in the distance.

We then stopped at a tree whose low-hanging fruit was pizza and French fries. I was still smacking on the pizza’s savory sauce and the fries’ starchy goodness when we left. Our next stop was a small field, the grass stalks green apple Twizzlers. Such bliss.

But.

“Lauren?” I squeaked, gazing at an undulating hill in front of us.

“Yes, Cat?”

“What’s over that hill?”

She stepped towards me, wagging a green Twizzler she had plucked from the ground, “Nothing. There’s nothing over that hill – for you, or me.”

I studied her. She had dark circles under her eyes. Lauren’s blonde locks looked brittle and lifeless. Her tunic hung on her, like a sack cloth. I looked down at my own body, and realized I was wearing a hospital gown on my own skinny frame. Why hadn’t I noticed before? I tried to recall something about myself, other than my name, and couldn’t. Where did I live? What were my favorite TV shows? Family member names?

“Sorry,” Lauren said, composing herself, “It’s just that we have rules.”
“In paradise?” I asked with raised eyebrows.

She shrugged. “It’s such a small rule to follow – not going over the hill – in exchange for all this,” she nibbled on the licorice rope in her hand. “Come on, let’s get back.”

“Okay,” I said. I let her lead the way, several feet ahead of me then I whirled around, and broke into a run towards the hill. It was a while before Lauren realized I wasn’t behind her. All she could do was shout as I ran, “Cat! What are you doing? You can’t do that! Come back!” But it was too late; she couldn’t catch me.

I ran and ran until the green apple Twizzlers were no more on the ground. I stopped short of falling off a deep, black chasm. I looked ahead, and saw what looked like a screen. Images from my life flashed on it: my mother, tearfully coaxing me to eat more, my sneaking laxatives, my exercising for three hours a day, and finally my body, lying in the hospital bed with the machine flat-lining nearby. My eyes bucked in horror, my breath stopped.

“You just had to come here, didn’t you?” Lauren said softly. She had noiselessly come up behind me, as I gawked at the images. I turned around, my eyes wild.

“What the hell is this place? Tell me the truth!”

She looked down. “It’s a place for people who died…like us.”

“I’m dead? How did I die? I can’t remember.”

“You pulled out your feeding tube. They found you too late,” Lauren said softly, tilting her head at the image of me in the hospital bed.

I swallowed. “And you? How did you die?”

“I died from a heart attack in my apartment. I only weighed 82 pounds at the time. Yes, we’re in the valley of death, but it’s delicious, and best of all, calorie-free.”

“I don’t care,” I nearly shouted, beginning to cry, “I want my life back. Even if I have to weigh 300 pounds. All the chocolate cake and pizza and fries can’t compare to sunshine and friends and family.”

“You quit enjoying all those things on Earth long before you died. It’s too late for us anyway,” Lauren said, softly. I dropped my head in my hands as I wept. It all made sense now. Our hosts, Anna and Rex. Anorexia. And I had no one to blame, but myself. I had chosen the disease over life.

Sean C. Wright is the author of 7 books. For more information about her writing skills and how she can assist you with yours–business or consumer–visit https://seanarchy.wordpress.com.

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Lady Rougepen Says: Let’s Get to Know “Nemesis”

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The word “nemesis,” which means “arch-enemy” is so named for the Ancient Greek goddess of retribution of the same name. Nemesis was often portrayed as winged, and brandishing a whip or dagger.

The goddess’s role in Greek mythology was to exact just punishment or blessings to people for their actions. She is the goddess who lured self-absorbed Narcissus to the pool of water where he fell in love with his own reflection, forgot to ingest food and water, and eventually died.

As you can tell, I am a serious Greek mythology nerd!

Sean C. Wright is the author of 7 books. For more information about her writing skills and how she can assist you with yours–business or consumer–visit https://seanarchy.wordpress.com.

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***99-Cent Ebook Deal: 5/22-5/24/19***

Get the first ebook in my children’s series, Mary & Jerry Canary & Hot Doggie, for only 99 cents on May 22 through May 24, 2019.

Mary & Jerry Canary are a set of twin birds who learn new things through life experiences. A series.

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Sean C. Wright is the author of 7 books. For more information about her writing skills and how she can assist you with yours–business or consumer–visit https://seanarchy.wordpress.com.

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Flash Fiction: Indigo & Violet

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Indigo & Violet

by Sean C. Wright-Neeley

Violet Jones stood scowling backstage in their dressing room. Her arms were folded tightly under her breasts. She refused to look at her husband, Indigo. “Baby, I know you’re mad,” he said, softly, “but can we talk about this after the show? They’re waiting for us, and the preceding act is nearly done.”

“I know,” she huffed, “but I’m even too upset to perform. What the hell’s the matter with you, loaning one of our best cumulus cloud chairs to your sister without discussing it with me first? It was a wedding present!”

“I’m sorry,” Indigo said, putting his hands on Violet’s shoulders from behind, “I truly am. Yes, I should have talked to you first, but Blue is family and she needed one. Hers turned cirrus; wispy. We have others. I figured we could spare one.”

There was a banging on their dressing room door, followed by a desperate cry, “You guys ready? Rain’s act ended ten seconds ago, and he’s stalling for us!”

“Coming!” Indigo yelled back.

Violet uncrossed her arms, and turned to face Indigo. “I love you, but we’re supposed to be a team. Don’t make decisions without me.”

“I rarely do that, but Blue didn’t have a comfortable place to sit in her home. And I think the real issue here is that you don’t like my sister.”

Violet twisted her mouth. She couldn’t deny that. Instead, she muttered: “Well, I can’t be mad at you for being a thoughtful brother.” She stepped forward, and planted a kiss on Indigo’s lips, ruffled his midnight-blue hair. He smiled.

“How do I look?” she asked, stepping back and twirling in a flurry of purple ruffles.

“Beautiful, as always,” Indigo answered.

“Then let’s go out there, and wow them,” she said softly. Violet then smiled, grabbed her husband’s hand, and they both tore out of the dressing room.

The others looked peeved, but relieved to see them, as they milled around backstage. Red frowned, and hissed, “You held up everyone!”

“Sorry,” Violet said, “it won’t happen again.”

Red turned away, and pulled back the sky curtain. She whistled, which was the cue that Rain’s performance was done, and theirs was ready to begin. “Places, everyone!” she stage-whispered when Rain started his exit.

Red linked arms with Orange.

Orange linked arms with Yellow.

Yellow linked arms with Green.

Green linked arms Blue.

Blue linked arms with his sister, Indigo.

Indigo linked arms with his wife, Violet.

The seven colors then did a graceful, unified slide onto the gray sky set. They had no speaking parts, but they were to remain tightly linked, and not move for some time – until they got the Sun’s cue that she was ready to take over the stage…

People on the ground stared up at their formation, in happy awe, as always, completely oblivious as to how much hard work it took to make a rainbow.

Sean C. Wright is the author of 7 books. For more information about her writing skills and how she can assist you with yours–business or consumer–visit https://seanarchy.wordpress.com.

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Lady Rougepen Says: This Word for Psychic is French

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The word “clairvoyant,” which is also a synonym for psychic is the combination of two French words. “Clair” means clear, as in “clarity,” and “voyant” means “to see, or watch,” such as in “voyeur.” The whole word means “clear seer.”

Sean C. Wright is the author of 7 books. For more information about her writing skills and how she can assist you with yours–business or consumer–visit https://seanarchy.wordpress.com.

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Flash Fiction: Don’t You Dare Close Your Eyes

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Don’t You Dare Close Your Eyes

by Sean C. Wright-Neeley

Greg left Janelle’s with a wistful smile that Thursday evening. It was always so wonderful in that small, spotless apartment that smelled of gardenia potpourri and whatever dinner she cooked for them to eat by candlelight. There were never arguments about the water bill, whose turn it was to do the dishes, or what to do about their son’s low math grade.

He went through the rolodex of lies in his mind, as he turned onto their street. Greg had just used the “playing poker with the boys” one two nights ago, so it would have to be “working late” this time. If Selena had happened to call his desk, he would explain away his absence by saying he must have been in the men’s room when she called.

Greg coasted his white Escalade into their driveway, and weird energy immediately strummed the hairs on the back of his neck. Upon exiting the car with his briefcase, and jacket, he stopped to squint at an unfamiliar car at the curb, parked directly in front of their house.

Greg cautiously strolled up the walkway, and used his key to let him in their chocolate and white, colonial-style home.

Their dark home.

Their quiet home.

Where were Selena and the kids?

“Hello?” he called out into the dark and lifeless house. “Back here,” his wife’s voice answered from the bedroom. Her voice sounded flat and loveless. Greg set down his briefcase and jacket on the couch, and slowly marched to their bedroom. He opened the bedroom door, and his eyes bulged at the sight: Selena was beautifully made up, and sported lacy lingerie. There was a young, studly man by her side, and another huge man closed the bedroom door and blocked it, as soon as Greg had entered.

“H-honey, what’s going on here? Who are these guys? Where are the kids?” Greg began to sweat.

“The kids are at my mother’s,” Selena said matter-of-factly, with a flip of her well-coiffed hair. She held a goldenrod envelope in her hands, which she subsequently unfastened, turned upside down, and emptied on the bed. Black and white photos of Greg and Janelle spilled out.

“I know all about her. I hired a private investigator. This is what happens now,” Selena said, raising a well-groomed brow, “You’re going to watch me and Tom here have our fun. You can blink, but Hugo here,” Selena motioned to the huge man, blocking the bedroom door, “will cut off a finger, every time you close your eyes or look away for more than two seconds.” Hugo produced a hunting knife with his meaty fingers, as if by magic, accessorized by an evil grin.

Greg’s mouth opened in a soundless scream as Selena began passionately kissing Tom.

Sean C. Wright is the author of 7 books. For more information about her writing skills and how she can assist you with yours–business or consumer–visit https://seanarchy.wordpress.com.

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Oh No Typos Presents: AR or ER?

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I saw this on a menu. “Tartar” is one of those words with an ending that sounds like “ER,” but is really “AR.” Some others that people confuse the “A” and “E” in:

  • Separate. The middle letter is an “A.” The way I remember is that there is A RAT in “separate.”
  • Lavender. People often end this word in “AR.” The way I remember the “E” at the end is that lavender is a flower. They both end in “ER.”
  • Category. The middle letter is an “E.” How do you remember? “Catty” sounds like “Cat-e.” You’ve just spelled the first 4 letters correctly.

Can you think of more? Also, what are some funny or appalling typos you have seen? I open the floor to you. And please feel free to see me expand on this issue in my blog post  3 REASONS PROOFREADING IS A NECESSARY POSITION

Sean C. Wright is the author of 7 books. For more information about her writing skills and how she can assist you with yours–business or consumer–visit https://seanarchy.wordpress.com.

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Lady Rougepen Says: Write What You Wanna Read

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Toni Morrison famously said if there’s a book you want to read, and it doesn’t exist, write it. I couldn’t agree more! That’s why my books are multi-genre. Happy writing, my friends!

Sean C. Wright is the author of 7 books. For more information about her writing skills and how she can assist you with yours–business or consumer–visit https://seanarchy.wordpress.com.

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***99-Cent Ebook 5/7 – 5/9/19***

Get my young adult detective novel, Glo Ro Saves Best Treasure Chest, for only 99 cents on May 7 through May 9, 2019.

16-year-old Glorious Day Roberts (Glo Ro) is big-haired, dyslexic, and fighting family demons. But she takes those issues in stride, instead focusing on getting to kernels of truth. When her favorite thrift store is in trouble, Glorious knows she has no choice but to turn on her shine, full-blast.

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Sean C. Wright is the author of 7 books. For more information about her writing skills and how she can assist you with yours–business or consumer–visit https://seanarchy.wordpress.com.

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