***99-Cent Ebook Deal from Now Until Black Friday***

Get your copy by Black Friday!

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Get the science fiction novel Skoll’s Diaryfor 99 cents in ebook form, now until Black Friday (11-27-20).

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.

Get the book here.


Sean C. Wright
 is the author of 8 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 from Now Until Black Friday***

Get the science fiction novel Skoll’s Diary for 99 cents in ebook form, now until Black Friday (11-27-20).

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.

Get the book here.


Sean C. Wright
 is the author of 8 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: Avoid the Grocer’s Apostrophe

What is the grocer’s apostrophe, you ask? It’s the habit of putting an apostrophe on plural words. It is so named because grocers’ handmade signs often made that spelling mistake, such as “cigarette’s for sale” or “fresh banana’s.” It should be “cigarettes” and “bananas.”

If a word is NOT possessive, or does not contract, there is no need for an apostrophe. People are even getting away from using apostrophes in words like “straight A’s,” “CD’s,” and “1980’s.” However, you would need an apostrophe when you only mention the year in a decade, such as, “I was born in ’72.”

Sean C. Wright is the author of 8 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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I’m pleased to announce the release of my 8th book, Skoll’s Diary.

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.

Get the book here. I’d appreciate your leaving a review if you read it. Thanks in advance!

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Flash Fiction: Tea with Mama

Another flash fiction story, back by popular demand. Enjoy!

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Tea with Mama

By Sean C. Wright-Neeley

It was always at about 2am in her dreams. The setting was always a Victorian tea room. Candelabra Jones entered the exquisite salon through a door from nowhere, glanced down at her tulle, floor-length gown, and made her way to the table. A huge bouquet of scarlet cabbage roses was the centerpiece, and a filigree tea service sat off to one side. Whoever created this dream setting thought of every detail. Candy could even smell the hot tea. The room also had undertones of vanilla. She folded her hands on the table, waiting for her mother.

Mama entered, right on cue in a flurry of orange and black. Her favorite holiday had been Halloween. She and Candy dressed up as famous black characters, every year. Mama had been Tina Turner one year; Candy, a Supreme. They had been Harriet Tubman, Rosa Parks, Michelle…

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Flash Fiction: Do Not Disturb

Back by popular demand.

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Do Not Disturb

By Sean C. Wright Neeley

I thought my people loved me. I gave my last speech in the communal relief-carved temple, and they cheered. My guards flanked me, as we walked back to my royal chambers. I recall the desert sun beating down on my bald head, and the sandal on my clubbed foot, dragging through the blazing sand. I wasn’t hungry, come evening. Maybe my upset stomach was foreboding of something horrible? I refused the roasted bird, fruits, and vegetables on the banquet table, and only sipped beer from an ornate bowl. I then prepared for bed. As I sat at my dressing table, removing the kohl from my eyes, someone struck me from behind. Gone; just like that, at about nineteen years of age. Was it a treasonous guard? A family member? I know not. I loved my people. Why didn’t they love me back?

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Lady Rougepen Presents Ancient Word History

Some words sound so modern, that it’s hard to believe that they’re from the ancient or Middle Ages time. Check out these gems:

“Earthling” appeared in the year 1593.

Shakespeare was the first to use the word “chicken” to refer to a cowardly person.

The word “mouse” is derived from the Sanskrit word “mus,” which means “thief.”

“Blurb” was invented in the children’s poem “Purple Cow.”

The following terms were coined in World War I: ace, chow down, trench coat, red tape, zero hour, cooties, cushy, basket case.

I love this stuff. You?

From Strange History: Mysterious Artifacts, Macabre Legends, Boneheaded Blunders & Mind-Blowing Facts (2016) by Peter Norton

Sean C. Wright is the author of 8 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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I’m pleased to announce the release of my 8th book, Skoll’s Diary.

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.

Get the book here. I’d appreciate your leaving a review if you read it. Thanks in advance!

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Lady Rougepen Says: I Curse You!

Here are some mean-spirited, yet hilarious, curses that people hurled in yesteryears:

May the desert wind blow angry scorpions up your robe.

Maybe you be swallowed by a whale with bad breath.

May a family of ferrets nest in your knickers.

May no one tell you about the spinach between your teeth.

May you be smitten with an itch where you cannot scratch.

May you find a half-eaten worm in your apple…after you swallow.

May the dog really eat your homework.

From Strange History: Mysterious Artifacts, Macabre Legends, Boneheaded Blunders & Mind-Blowing Facts (2016) by Peter Norton

Sean C. Wright is the author of 8 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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I’m pleased to announce the release of my 8th book, Skoll’s Diary.

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.

Get the book here. I’d appreciate your leaving a review if you read it. Thanks in advance!

Afro-Sean-Commission-Final copy

Cozy, Autumn Read: A Gathering of Butterflies

A Gathering of Butterflies is the perfect read for foggy fall days at home with a cat in your lap & a mug of your favorite warm drink:

Tales of steely but vulnerable women of color will melt your heart while lifting your spirits…

A fierce grandmother keeps her grandson from the clutches of Old Scratch in Devil Does Dallas.

An alien abduction transforms a large, miserable woman in Hazel Hogan.

A country girl meets a city girl on her birthday, and struggles to decide if the girl’s heart is dark or light in Bubble Bath Twelve.

And methodical Genie forms an unlikely relationship in Heaven’s Halfway House while in a coma.

Anthology
161 pages

Get the book here.

Sean C. Wright is the author of 8 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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I’m pleased to announce the release of my 8th book, Skoll’s Diary.

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.

Get the book here. I’d appreciate your leaving a review if you read it. Thanks in advance!

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Flash Fiction: The Gingerbread Cabin on Chocolate Cake Lake

Back by popular demand:

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. 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, 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. 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 8 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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I’m pleased to announce the release of my 8th book, Skoll’s Diary.

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.

Get the book here. I’d appreciate your leaving a review if you read it. Thanks in advance!

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