Dead on Arrival by Scotney Storm

Dead On Arrival by Scotney Storm
Dead On Arrival by Scotney Storm

Where do you go to hide from Death?

When I bought my big beautiful bed, fantasies had fired off my imagination of a cornucopia of wild nights with an even wilder lover. We would twist, roll and pant through countless sexual dances until exhaustion claimed us.

Well, one part of my fantasy came true. I do twist, roll and pant. The Lover?   He is nowhere in the picture.   No, Death has claimed my lover’s place as we wage a contentious battle among my eight hundred thread count floral sheets.   He tries to take what I am unwilling to give. My life.

His arsenal is dastardly and well equipped. My chest roils with pain as a wall of sharp daggers pierces it. I struggle to breathe as fluid surrounds my heart and fills my lungs. He pulls me down into the dark depths of nothingness. I toss and turn, drowning in my big beautiful bed.

My need for air overcomes Death’s wily tactics. Today, like the day before, I declare victory in our long-standing fight.   Sometimes I am not sure the outcome will be in my favor. At times our desperate battle rages on for months with no relief. Other times it lasts for mere hours. I am never totally free of Death. He bombards me with minor skirmishes daily.   Peace? I don’t know what this is. Payne is my constant companion. It is a nagging reminder that every breath I take is hard-won.   So I ignore Death and make Payne my best friend.

The way I see it, if Death wants me so badly he’s going to have to chase my dying ass as Payne and I zip up and down the streets of Hell on my electric blue moped. Life isn’t easy, but the alternative is not an option.

Welcome to my new home, Hell, Texas, population 3,258.

Want to find out more about author Scotney Storm or Brooklyn Sinclair, the young woman who just moved to Hell?  Visit chroniclekeeperz.com.

A Taste Of My Sister’s Soul

It’s a Woman’s Prerogative

My Sister's Soul, a novel by Dawn Gena
My Sister’s Soul, a novel by Dawn Gena

My next book to be released is titled, My Sister’s Soul.  The stories in this book feature glimpses into the relationships between women and the men they love.   Some of the stories included in My Sister’s Soul will prompt you to ask questions about love and sanity.  When it comes to love, is there a right or wrong?  If so, what do you do when you know you’ve crossed that finite line?  Is it always so easy to walk away?

Meet Destiny.  This is a brief taste of her soul…

How do I describe Sincyre?  He is as dark as the richest chocolate and as hard and cool as sculpted steel.  My mouth waters at the thought of tasting him.  My hands itch with the need to touch him.  It doesn’t matter where or when as long as it is often.

Sincyre is a beautiful angel set loose among the lost and downtrodden like me.  Unfortunately, the angel that comes to mind has more in common with Lucifer than Gabriel.

In my more rational moments, I think that Sincyre walks this planet solely to put me through hell.  In my irrational moments, I know Sincyre’s sole purpose is to drag me through hell kicking and screaming.  The sad part is I love every hair-raising, knee-scraping minute of it.  Go ahead and say what we both know.  I am pathetic.

Sincyre draws me to him with empty promises, lies and teasing glimpses of a future together that will never be.  My self-preservation and common sense are thrown to the same winds that blow him through my front door from time to time.  I readily welcome every mistreatment with open arms.  Why?  I love him and in my desperation to have him, I accept everything.

Do you still think I am pathetic or does your judgment lean toward something more severe now?  I understand.  My friends are few these days.  My family has all but forgotten me.  No one can comprehend this overwhelming need I have to be with Sincyre.  One by one they have abandoned me, rather than watch me suffer.  Suffer is their word, not mine.  I wish I had the strength to care but my energy, my heart, my life are all for Sincyre.

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