Book Recommendation: Honey Riley

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The Knowing came that Indian summer. Honey’s head ached and her limbs tingled. . . Honey Riley, born of violence, inherits the precious gift of clairvoyance. Her extraordinary talent keeps others from harm, but can’t protect her or the ones she loves from tragedy. Even though her heroic life often smacks of pain, Honey unselfishly remains loyal to her sixth sense in her 75-year journey. . .

Title: Honey Riley

Author: Sean C. Wright

Genre: Fiction/Supernatural novella

Length: 84 pages

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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: Don’t Stack!

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One adjective is enough. Stacking them is redundant and unnecessary. What do I mean? Like this:

Eugene caught a big, huge fish.

“I made a dumb, stupid mistake,” Todd sighed.

Calico came to live with me when she was a tiny, little kitten.

The ice cream shop had 31 various, different flavors.

See how much stronger those sentences sound without the superfluous adjectives?

Eugene caught a huge fish.

“I made a stupid mistake,” Todd sighed.

Calico came to live with me when she was a tiny kitten.

The ice cream shop had 31 different flavors.

Just stack your pancakes from now on. Ha!

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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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Book Recommendation: A Gathering of Butterflies

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Title: A Gathering of Butterflies

Author: Sean C. Wright

Genre: Short stories

Length: 121

Only $2.99 in ebook form. Get the book here.

4 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.

Young Adult Readers’ Choice

 

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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.

Genre: Young adult crime novel

Length: 195 pages

Average rating: 4/5 stars

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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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FREE Short Stories for You!

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I think we can all use a little cheering up, these days. If you’re home on quarantine, here’s something entertaining to read. If you’re not, here’s a freebie short story collection to brighten your day, no matter what. Simply click here.

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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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Honey Riley: A Clairvoyant Tale

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Want a book about a strong female protagonist for Women’s History Month? May I suggest the novella, Honey Riley.

The Knowing came that Indian summer. Honey’s head ached and her limbs tingled. . .

Honey Riley, born of violence, inherits the precious gift of clairvoyance. Her extraordinary talent keeps others from harm, but can’t protect her or the ones she loves from tragedy. Even though her heroic life often smacks of pain, Honey unselfishly remains loyal to her sixth sense in her 75-year journey. . .

4/5 stars. Get the book here.

 

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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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Black History Month Book Spotlight: Waiting to Exhale

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Written by Terry McMillan, Waiting to Exhale chronicles the lives of 4 single black women who are looking for love in all the wrong places. You will laugh, cry, and cheer, as the quartet goes through a journey of self-discovery.

Get the book here.

The film made from this book is good too. Other phenomenal books of Ms. McMillan’s are Mama and A Day Late & a Dollar Short. Check them out, as well.

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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

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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 Obama. Mama was fun, but firm in her guidance. She missed this woman who had birthed her, so dearly; a chocolate-skinned woman with a beautiful smile. The cancer had taken Candy’s mother in cruel, cumulative strokes. First the lungs. Then the bones.

“Mama!” Candy exclaimed when her mother sat at the ornate table.

“Hello, child!” she said, “It has been a while. What seems to be the problem?” These dreams were always therapeutic.

“Everything,” Candy replied, throwing up her hands.

“Now, baby. Every bad time ends,” she replied, pouring tea for two.

“I mean it, Mama. Things are bad. Robert and I are divorcing. I can’t deal with this without you.”

“You can. I raised you to be tough.” Her mother took a sip of her tea.

“Mama. I-I want to be with you. I seriously can’t do this.”

Her mother put down her teacup, and looked at her daughter with raised eyebrows.

“Don’t even think such a thing! It’s not time for you to come to my side yet.” She picked up her teacup, and took another sip before speaking. “Candy, I named you Candelabra because I knew you were something grand that lit up the room. You’ll get through this. I promise.”

The tears came. “But Mama, even the strongest of people need their mothers sometimes.”

Candy’s mother put down her teacup, and looked at her with soft eyes.

“You’re right. Tell you what. I’ll visit you outside of here, too, when things get rough. Don’t worry: I won’t be a ghost or anything.”

“How will I know it’s you, Mama?” Candy sniffled.

Her mother reached across the table, and lifted Candy’s chin. “I’ll be wearing orange and black. Now drink your tea. We don’t have much time.”

Candy woke up when she was halfway through her cup of cinnamon Earl Grey with her mother.

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Candelabra Jones twisted her braids into a loose bun on top of her head, put on a sweat suit, and left her small apartment she had gotten since the separation. The morning wind was insistent. The sky was turquoise. The temperature was a biting forty-something degrees. Candy had walked two blocks when she stopped to retie her tennis shoe. Halfway through the motion, a monarch butterfly landed on her arm. She immediately felt warmth and strength rush through every artery. The gorgeous, painted creature seemed to sense it, for it clasped and spread its wings twice.

“Mama?” Candy whispered, transfixed. The orange and black insect fluttered away. Candelabra Jones stood up, and looked after it with misty eyes until she couldn’t see it anymore.

For more flash fiction by Sean C. Wright-Neeley, click here.

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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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***99-Cent Ebook Deal Until 1-10-20***

Grab your ebook copy of Glo Ro Saves Best Treasure Chest, January 7 – 10, 2020 for only 99 cents.

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.

Get the book here.

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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: A Cry for Help

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A Cry for Help

By Sean C. Wright-Neeley

The trio gathered at a local coffee shop. Sunny’s neighbor spoke first, after the other two were settled with their respective coffee and tea. “Let’s get down to business. I’m not going to lie to you,” the neighbor/soccer mom said, “I called you here today because I’m very concerned about Sunny. She has been strange, lately. She gave us some of her household items that wouldn’t sell in a massive garage sale she recently held. She’s even getting rid of her appliances. When I asked her about it, she said she was just redecorating. Said she wanted everything out by the first of the year, which is in three days. But she never said anything about where’s she’s moving. She seems sad, too.” The neighbor bit her lip, twirled one of her russet locks, and looked down at her steaming cup with a creased brow.

“Yeah,” Sunny’s gardener said, after swallowing a mouthful of chai tea, “Sunny gave me some of her jewelry to give to my daughter and wife. Some of it’s nice stuff too; not just costume. We’re talking some amethyst, tiger eye, and some stuff I can’t identify.”

The soccer mom frowned. “Oh, she loved that tiger eye ring!”

A coworker, Sunny had gotten friendly with, spoke next. “She quit her job a week ago. Sunny seemed a little sad to me, too, but not totally broken. I don’t know. I just know that time is of the essence in these matters. We have to confront her, before she does the unthinkable.”

“Does anyone have contact information for her relatives? How about you?” the gardener asked, looking at Sunny’s former coworker.

“I don’t have that information, but someone in HR might still have her emergency contact information. It’s worth a shot. I’ll tell HR that this is a potentially dire situation, and that we need to get a relative involved. I’ll do that as soon as I leave here. I hope Sunny hasn’t hurt herself yet.” The other two people grunted in approval. The trio was silent, as they mused about their mutual friend, Sunflower Jefferson; a tall woman, the color of almonds, with a smattering of freckles on her face. Her striking head was capped with playful, wiry curls. Sunny’s aura roped you in, like a cowboy lassoing a bull. When she smiled at you, you felt as if someone were massaging your scalp with nimble, yet gentle fingers.

But.

They never heard Sunny talk of family or boyfriends. She seemed to slide into their lives out of thin air. And she could get you to talk about yourself without restraint. Sunflower Jefferson stared at you intently, unblinking, as you prattled on about your life, as if she were taking notes.

The trio peeled out of the parking lot in their respective cars. It wasn’t until that evening that the neighbor saw Sunny’s car parked on the shoulder, near the bridge in town, on an emergency run to the grocery store. She parked, as her mind reeled. Oh, no! Sunny’s neighbor hoped she wasn’t too late. She texted the others, telling them what she had seen, and where she was, and to HURRY. Her next call was to 9-1-1. The woman jumped out of her car, and ran down the embankment. She whipped her head left and then right, looking for any sign of her neighbor, using the flashlight feature on her phone.

Nothing.

She walked a little farther down, her heart jumping in her chest, like a caged animal, desperate to get out. “Sunny!”

Still nothing.

Sunny’s neighbor thought it best to wait for the others to arrive. She went back in her car & waited, white-knuckled. The others pulled up to her on the shoulder in successive tire screeches. The neighbor was out of her car before they could even turn theirs off.

“I didn’t see anything. Let’s split up, and look for her. I called the police, too,” she was nearly shouting and shaking.

“Great idea. By the way, I had Sunny’s emergency contact called at work, but there was no answer,” her former coworker announced. They all shook their heads. Then the neighbor, the gardener, and the former coworker grabbed their phones, and turned on the flashlights. They spread out around the bridge’s immediate area, looking for Sunflower Jefferson, hoping she hadn’t jumped into the river. After two minutes, the gardener shouted. “I see her! I’m in the field, next to the river!” He held up his phone, like a beacon for the others to find him. They scrambled to him, and looked to where he pointed. Sunflower Jefferson stood in the distance, some two-hundred feet away, with her back to them. Did she have a gun to blow her brains out, or a razor blade to slit her wrist? They didn’t know. All they knew was that they had to not spook her.

The former coworker called out first. “Sunny. Please come here. We can get you help.”

Sunny didn’t move. She only tilted her curly head towards the sky in slow motion. Goggle-eyed, the trio behind her looked up, too. A disc with multicolored lights was fast approaching in the black sky. It hovered above Sunflower, trained a yellow beam on her, and gently pulled her up, up into it. Once inside, Sunflower undressed and slipped off her human skin. The skin underneath was gray and completely hairless. Her eyes were huge and black. The other beings in the ship spoke to her, telepathically. “Welcome back, Xenar. What did you learn about the Earth and the Earthlings?”

“A great deal,” Xenar replied, handing over her Earthling woman suit, “So much that I was sad to leave, but I know it’s someone else’s turn now.”

 

A man who they assumed was an officer ran down to the field where the trio gathered, just as the spaceship disappeared. “You called me about your mutual friend, Sunflower Jefferson?” They thought he was an officer, but he wasn’t dressed like one. He wore a black suit and black fedora.

“Yes,” the neighbor said, “but she’s gone now. I know this sounds crazy, b-but a UFO took her.”

Upon hearing that, the man in black pulled out a wand with a bulb on top, and flashed it at the slack-jawed trio. “You won’t remember Sunflower Jefferson, or why you came to this field. Get in your cars, and go on about your business.” They all blinked after his speech, and trudged back to their cars, dazed, and followed the man’s instructions.

*****

The gardener continued to work for new residents at the house that formerly belonged to Sunflower Jefferson. Her coworker forgot that she ever worked with her, and her neighbor didn’t remember a tall, black woman, living in the house, three doors down. But sometimes, just sometimes, the trio saw sunflowers along the road in the summer, or a ringlet-haired woman, and felt a sense of unexplained longing.

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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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