Sparkatale

Sometimes, s*** happens...

After anarchy ripped the US apart in the year 1960, Metra was formed around the idea of perfection. Everyone is bred for their job. Everyone is in the correct spot constantly. There are no errors. Four different points of view are explored, leading to an analysis of this society from various perspectives.

Bronwyn has been transported to another world, how? She has no idea, but her companion Oz is still with her. She meets new and exotic people, but has a dark secret that she carries as a heavy burden. Will her life be better here? She'll have to wait it out and see.

A little adventure on a pretty island becomes something entirely sinister.

Christina's low on cash, so she decides to work as an escort over the Christmas holiday. But what will happen when she must kiss her date on the stroke of midnight on New Year's Eve?

Riley Carmen is just another cocky, fearless and crazy teenager sick of being stuck in the normal, everyday world. So, when she finds a book that takes her right into Jotunheim, the land of the Frost and Rock Giants from Norse Mythology, things take quite the turn for her and eventually, she'll have to rely on Thor, the Thunder God and his cruel and seductive brother, Loki. Great. Not to mention the end of the world, an uncontrollable dark power and a curse that has thrived since before the beginning of time. {young adult, mythology, romance, adventure, drama}

Now this novella requires some explanation. This story, the first of a trilogy, was inspired by the reports of two policemen (in England) chasing a glowing sphere in their car through the countryside one night. (It's even on YouTube). There have been similar reports in other countries as well, of course. It made me wonder, (if it was true and they weren't both dreaming or under-the-influence) where such a sphere might have come from and why. And that led to an extrapolation of what might happen if it had landed......and that, in turn, led to a second part, and my agent at the time suggested that if I turn it into a trilogy, it might get published. Unfortunately I began to run into trouble near the end of part two, and so I never did finish the third part. Also, you should bear in mind that this was written in 1969, at the height of the cold war,long before the days of mobile phones and other modern technology. And long before Spielberg's magnum opus;- Close Encounters. Interestingly, several aspects of the story have become true, but for different reasons than mine. You'll see what I mean. I am rather pleased that at 21 years old I inadvertently predicted what would prove to be true in 2012.

This, although written in story form, is actually a short, humorous film. It's completely visual humour, (the best kind as there are no language barriers). It nearly got made, too, but back in 1968 when I wrote it at the tender age of 20, I couldn't raise the additional 25K needed for it. Pity. If it was made today it would still be just as funny, - easier too, with CGI, but more expensive. So, producers, - cough up!

Chronos Tyson Garland, a regular 16-year-old high school student. Well regular ? I don't know. Chronos is definitively not a average person. First he's adopted, sounds normal right ? Second he's successor of the greek god Chronos, and there goes normal .And to make it even better Chronos is not a regular human. Follow Chronos find his parents and struggle with the problems of being a successor of a god.

An exciting new beginning for a young man, travelling to a new world and a new future - but there is something a little tricky about this apparent Uptopia....

"It's just that a great night for me involves pyjamas, a cup of tea and either a good book, a good television show, or a good cd." Paige then shut her locker and faced Freddie with a shrug, "I wouldn't really know what to do at a party except stand around feeling awkward."

If you've ever travelled an underground railway system, this one is for you......especially if you commute on the Underground in London.......

This is a sort of "metaphysical" story dating from when "transcendental meditation" was all the rage. It's a sort of introspective examination of the feelings engendered by the sightings of a particular girl. Sounds weird, but isn't really. It's just, well...musings, as a story.

 

A geeky physics professor, an eccentric artist and a feminist cultural-anthropologist find the source of ancient legends from many cultures.  Some legends should remain ancient.

Three scientists work on a project for a mad business man with evil intensions. After five years of hard work this mad man may be the only one that  can help them finish their project. There now on a course to finishing the project, but with some problems. One of the problems is an intruding ex-wife that wants everything that her ex-husband has.  That’s not there only problem with finishing the project and being successful. Now they have to keep the military from finding out about what they’re doing, and finish the project before they’re stopped. Now with some crafty thinking they will have to outsmart the military, and get rid of the ex-wife before they can finish the project.

This is the story of Alice, a girl living with her dad and little sister, everyone in the family hating each other so much it's a wonder they are together. She has only a few friends, all the other feeling betrayed by her. And she is judged for the things she likes. But she doesn't give up, something good is bound to happen isn't it?

John Quinton, an injured 1st Lieutenant for the Union Army, is sent home to his family in the war-torn city of Lexington, Kentucky. Encountering violence and depravity, he, his cousin, and a few friends travel west to escape, meeting several different interesting and unique characters on his way.

"Waking up is always the hardest part. You never know what memories might crawl in with you in the middle of the night. I've always known this and it still scares me." - A short story. 

Named for the first story of this collection, Her Pale Blue Eyes is a set of short stories and introspective narratives I have written for both school as well as for my own benefit. (1) Her Pale Blue Eyes: "I, Daniel Kayes, am writing this as a distant confession, not as retribution for my sins... It was the things they failed to do that broke her. The things we failed to see, let alone understand. I always have made a point of never idealizing another being, but Sabine was as close to a perfect creature as nature could ever hope to create." A short story / fictional narrative. (2) Transcendence: "And in my nineteenth summer, I stared into Eternity..." A brief adventure between the blurred lines of death and life, reality and the spiritual world. A short story.

Long ago, a great evil once stalked the earth. He, his kind, and his sons wreaked havoc on man’s world, killing whomever they chose. These monsters look like that of men with the looks of angels but with the intention of demons. Few could protect themselves, and  fewer more stood with mankind. The wolfmen. At this time, there were three tribes. Some were similar some were not. Their kind was started by three brothers. The oldest, Lucian, started the lycanthropy, who still walked and had the chest of man, yet with head and limbs of the wolves. The Lycanthropy or Lycan, could only change during the full moon. The children of second brother, Olric, founded the werewolves, who change into full wolves, with a height of twelve feet. They as well had to change when the moon is full, but at its highest. Mysteriously the werewolves were the only ones could talk in full change, neither Lycan nor Wulfs could do this.  Finally there is the youngest brother, Fenrir, who began the the wulfs, who fully changed, are the size of a battle horse, but he unlike his brothers and their children could change whenever they chose.

 

Their children fought against the monsters, who later begot the name of Vampir. The Wolfmen soon proved to the best ally that man could have. Their bite could kill the vampirs and that bite could change the sons of monsters’ and men into the loup-garou. The loup-garou, who looks more like the children of Lucian, talked like the sons and daughters of Olric, and could change at will like those begotten to Fenrir.  

 

It wasn’t long till the vampirs began to kidnapping of wolfman. Through trial and error, the vampir broke the wolfman to their will. Now, with their new weapon of broken wolfs and loup-garou, the vampir used them to fight against their enemies. This would later become known as the First War. By the war’s end, all the Lycans, half of the wolves were gone, and a third of the wulfs were no more. The wolves would not survive the second war. Leaving behind the Wulfs and what remained of loup-garous.  

 

But the wolfmen and the humans were not the only ones who were opposed to the vampir. There were of course the Fay. Now the Fay are cunning creatures. Their king at the time, made a deal with the Vampir King, a child of both bloods, a child to keep the peace, a child to sever the supreme power, as personal bodyguard and so it was agreed. The Fay King gave his half human daughter to the Vampir King, with a promised that his daughter would be returned so the Fay could train the child to be the perfect soldier. But what nobody expected was that child would be a girl.

 

After the agreed upon time had come to pass, the Fay gave back the girl they had transformed into a unthinking, killing hybrid. She killed whomever she was told, the girl was emotionless thing. Completely inhuman in every way, a monster by all rights, and you know what? That girl, is me.

 

So, I guess you’re wonder what’s with the backstory. Simple, so you get a better picture of the world I was born into. You think vampirs are amazing, sweet and misunderstood. That’s the front they put up so they can rip your throat out. Some are more tactful than others, yes, but in the end they get what they want. I’d be one to know. Then there are the vampirs that have their children do their dirty work. I was born to the king, and the king didn’t get his hands dirty. My brothers and I killed whomever, whenever we were told, the only difference was they were older and free, and I spent my entire service to my sire in a black haze.

 

Well, until my brothers started to second guess their loyalties. Kael the oldest, started to prod me with question about if I really wanted to be the way I was, but only when the two of us were alone. Which seemed to all the time, but in reality, those were the only times I was not the perfect soldier and at my sire’s side, but seemingly more in my right mind. Being as human as one could get being only 43.9% human. Anyway, after while he started to get pass the charms and spell wall in my mind. More and more, I was aware of what I was doing, the more I hated myself. By the time all the charms broke, I had lost all feeling, shutting it all off so just I could go to sleep without seeing the faces of the people I have killed.

 

One day, one where I was actually allowed to sleep, I snapped. The year was 1016 BC, mid harvest. It was also a day when none of my brothers were at the castle, which proved to my advantage. I stole my brother, Surtur's sword from his collection, and returned to my sire’s side. When his guard was down I turned on him. After a struggle, I took off his head. Leaving my brother’s sword with the body, I took off.

 

Unfortunately, the my brother sword did not throw off those I'd hoped most to avoid. My mother’s people were close on my heels, by the time they caught me I was far from the place where I caused so much terror, in a place where I nor my sire had been heard of. A place you now call Ireland, and what I knew as Lyeman. They used their spells to overpower me, and took me to their hidden realm. Where they tortured me, day and night, so all I knew was pain. When they decided I had learned my lesson, they locked me up in a cell where no one would find me. The Fay spread stories about me, the evil that would hunt you down and kill you. For years my name scared little children into obedience.

 

But, now? Now I will be at last free. Now their spells and charms are weak, and I shall once again walk among the realm of men. I do not exist to them anymore, my title and story are all but forgotten. For the sons of vampirs and Fenrir think my brother killed our sire.  

These are short stories and Tales that I have written.

She never saw him. He never saw them. They knew about him. One day, this changed.

The Olympic Alliance and Ursa Republic have been at war for centuries, only recently ending in a tense stalemate.  Yet the uneasy peace is on the verge of ending as greed and power tempt mysterious players into the intrigues of politics.  

 

A series of short stories from various planets in the two galaxies, Primus explores the preqursors for war, betrayal, lust, passion, and hope, only to cumulate in the novel, Kronos.

 

(Text copyright © 2013 DMG)

 

 

 

In Greek Mythology there are the Keres, and they represent the most gruesome horrible deaths that humans go through. This collection of short stories will go through 'a day in the life of' the different Keres sisters and what it's like being an immortal.