A Cry for Help in The Raven

Click on the link to see my short story, A Cry for Help, in this issue of The Raven: https://issuu.com/ghostscribes/docs/the_raven_issue_4?fbclid=IwAR1nw-gtCq_iTPMBzWJgzub8GORYXxzf7gGy2-OagZhUVlnvVoxrSWVngW0

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.

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 Cozy Autumn Read

My novella, Honey Riley, is the ideal read for a crisp autumn day with a warm drink and a fuzzy throw covering your lap…

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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. . .

Genre: Supernatural

Length: 73 pages

Rating: 4.5/5 stars

Only $1.99 in ebook form. 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: New Testament Healing

New Testament Healing

By Sean C. Wright Neeley

Nathan complained to Danny about his bad shoulder on their ritual Monday night meeting for drinks. “It dislocated when I was a teenager. They operated on it. It was fine for years – until now – some twenty-five years later. Getting older sucks!” he decreed before downing the rest of his beer. He rubbed the offending shoulder & grimaced.

The waitress came to their table to see if they wanted anything else. “Yeah,” Danny said, “Give us another couple beers another platter of cheese sticks.”

“You got it,” the waitress said, bouncing away. As soon as she left, Danny reached into his pocket. His hand came up with a band of business cards. He peeled one off, and handed it to Nathan.

“Say, man. Try this place. It’s not conventional medicine, but it works. I went there for a weight-lifting injury that took its sweet time healing. They fixed me right up. Fine ever since.”

Nathan took the card, and looked it over in the low lights. His beer goggles made the small print hard to read, but he managed. And it was strange. All it said was NEW TESTAMENT HEALING in black block print. There was a phone number, but no address. He looked up at Danny skeptically. “What kind of place is this? Acupuncture? Massages? And how do you know they take my health insurance?”

Danny casually waved away Nathan’s questions. “They take ALL insurance. I promise you. You’ll feel like a new man.” Nathan studied him. Danny was buzzed, but wasn’t drunk. And his friend since junior high wasn’t one to play practical jokes. He shoved the card in his pocket, and shrugged. By that time, the waitress returned with their drinks and appetizer. The card in Nathan’s pocket was quickly forgotten. When he got home and emptied his pockets, it was just another item that ended up on his dresser with his wallet, a pack of gum, keys, and cell phone.

It wasn’t until Nathan’s shoulder throbbed like an unrelenting toothache, and it wouldn’t respond to sports rub and ice packs that he picked up the card off his dresser. He shoved it back in his pocket, and dialed the number on it during his lunch hour.

“Hello,” said a voice on the other end that sounded melodious and kind.

“Hi there. I got your card from a friend. I need the doctor to look at my shoulder. Do you take Wealth of Health Insurance?

“Yes, son.” Son?

“Wonderful. When can I come in?”

“Tell us what time works best.”

“Uh. My lunch hour. About 11:30. Tomorrow?”

“That sounds fine.”

“Where is your office? It doesn’t say on the card.”

“1234 Genesis Street, suite #1.”

“Okay. That’s perfect. It’s within walking distance of my job. See you tomorrow. I’m Nathan Turner.”

“We look forward to it, Nathan.”

Nathan hung up the phone, feeling a recipe of emotions: half a cup of hesitancy; what a strange place! One-third of a tablespoon of relief; someone would look at his shoulder tomorrow. A tablespoon of Zen; the receptionist’s voice sounded so soothing; like…an angel singing.

“Oh, well,” Nathan muttered to himself in the empty lunch room, “it’s twenty-four hours away. I can still cancel.” He then slowly ate his tuna fish sandwich with his good arm.

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Nathan went back and forth the next day about the peculiar doctor appointment. He finally decided to keep the appointment, but leave if something spooked him. At 11:15 am, Nathan left his office and walked to his appointment; three blocks away. It was spring. The sky was aquamarine and cloudless. The wind was balmy. The air was a blithe seventy-five degrees. Nathan hoped the walk in the warm and sparkling spring soup would soothe his stomach that churned with butterflies and the turkey sandwich he ate before leaving.

He reached the building, held his breath, and went inside. Nathan found his gaze pulled to suite #1 almost immediately. Nathan opened the door like a sleepwalker, and entered. 

The room was awash in warm, yellow light. Love soaked into Nathan’s every pore. In later years, Nathan couldn’t even remember how he got to the exam table to lie down. He stared up at the ceiling through the yellow haze with half-closed eyes, and waited. Nathan felt a presence in the room, but didn’t move. A warm hand gently cupped his bad shoulder. He felt the pain extract from his muscles like a baby suckles milk from a nipple. The hand left Nathan’s shoulder, he sat up slowly, and flapped his arm to test it. It was good as new. Nathan turned to see this amazing doctor, and his mouth fell to his chest. The vision was translucent; more like a spirit. He could only make out certain details: A dark-haired man. A beard. Brown robes. He couldn’t really tell, but got the feeling that the eyes were piercing, yet super kind. 

“Th-thank you,” Nathan stammered, “That was amazing. What do I owe you?”

There was a pause; a pause that didn’t give an awkward poke to the air though. “You owe me nothing, my child. I did it because I love you, Nathan. I love you very much. The only thing I ask is that you bring me more patients, and live a righteous life,” the healer said while he extended a band of cards towards Nathan; much like the ones he saw Danny carrying that night at the restaurant.

“I will. I promise,” Nathan replied. He meant every word. He could not lie to this entity. There was also something familiar about him. It was as if Nathan had known him his whole life – even before he was born. It was haunting, but not scary haunting, and beautiful.

“One more thing,” the healer said, “I have a gift for you for coming to see me.” He nearly floated over to small stand in the room. The healer uncovered what appeared to be a bowl of water. He waved his hands over the bowl in deft sweeping movements. Nathan watched in buck-eyed amazement as the clear liquid turned to scarlet. Then the healer picked up the bowl, and poured its contents into a bottle; a wine bottle. He then floated over to Nathan, and offered the bottle. Nathan slowly took it with the hand that wasn’t holding the business cards, transfixed. 

“Drink this in remembrance of me whenever you feel lost. Now go in peace, my child. I have carpentry work to do before my next appointment.”

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.

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.

***99-Cent Ebook Deal: A Gathering of Butterflies***

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An ideal and affordable Halloween treat: A Gathering of Butterflies will be 99 cents from 6/21 – 6/24 in ebook form. 4/5 stars. Get the book here.

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.

Happy Halloween!

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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Devil Does Dallas in The Raven

Happy Friday! How about a FREE short story from yours truly?

The first short story I ever got published, Devil Does Dallas, appears in The Raven’s recent issue: https://issuu.com/ghostscribes/docs/the_raven_issue_2

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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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A Gathering of Butterflies: An Anthology Everyone Should Read

Title: A Gathering of Butterflies (2015); $2.99 in ebook form

Genre/Length: Thriller/Fantasy; 121 pages

Plot: 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.

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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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.

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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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Flash Fiction: Troop 892

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Troop 892

 By Sean C. Wright Neeley

We had them right where we wanted them. The sergeant’s plan of attack had been perfect, at first. We dive-bombed, and drove the beings – one-hundred times as big as us – screaming and swatting the air as they took cover in their barracks. We could see their huge, terrified eyes through the screen door, looking out at us as we dipped and swooped in the air, daring them to come out for more. They were bigger, but there were more of us. We thought we won.

Until.

Bigger beings arrived. The smaller ones inside the cabin called out to them. We started after the the bigger beings, but they ran away too fast for us to catch them. The bigger beings returned, all armed with cans of gas. They sprayed them at my men, and stopped them in mid-flight. They fell, and the bigger beings stomped them to death. I got one in the arm. It cursed loudly, and brushed me off. It tried to spray me with the deadly gas, and missed. I flew away, like a coward, and watched the carnage from a nearby bush.

Next came our home’s destruction, after all my comrades were dead. A bigger being knocked down our nest that had been anchored to the cabin porch’s ceiling, and stomped it, too, before discarding it. Our eggs! Our larvae! I am Troop 892’s only survivor, but more will come, and bring retribution to these big, horrible things. We are wasps, and we don’t give up that easily.

This short story is loosely based on a real-life incident of mine. I went to Girl Scout camp in my youth, and my troop was unlucky enough to get a cabin with a wasp nest on the porch. They must have been dormant when we arrived that evening, because we didn’t notice. They went crazy the next morning when we returned from an activity, dive-bombing us and driving us into the cabin. We were trapped for a good 30 minutes. Adults (our troop leaders) eventually came & rescued us with insecticide and a whole lot of bravery.

I wondered how the wasps felt, simply trying to defend their home. Voila! The concept of this story. Our troop number really was 892.

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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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