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RIVAL BEAST has gone Live! The first issue has been uploaded, so let the saga begin...www.rivalbeast.com
The following is an "extended servant" account, when he decides to runaway on a rainy and cold night. His name was not given in order to protect his family and save face towards his master’s family.
The alarm sounds.
Keep running.
The dogs are after me.
Keep running.
Barbwire cut me up good.
Keep running.
Lights flashing, they’re looking for me.
Keep running.
Horse moving in my direction.
Keep running.
Mas’r gonna be angry.
Keep running.
Overseer probably gonna kill me.
Keep running.
I beg the cold wind to bring air into my lungs, but it doesn’t.
Keep running.
The rain pours heavy on my body.
Keep running.
Left my wife and my son on Mas’r’s land.
Never see them again.
Keep running.
Shotgun fired and merges with the night sky.
Keep running.
Almost there, out of sight.
Keep running.
Overseer yells my name.
Keep running.
Another shot fired.
Keep running.
Bullet goes through my back and out my chest.
Fall in the puddle, blood everywhere.
Can’t keep running.Overseer and smoking gun stand over me.
Got to pray for my boy and wife.
Eyes close.
Free forever, no more running.
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Carnivale Diabolique isn't your average circus, unless Demons are the kind of animals one thinks can be tamed. Includes works from: The Good Side of Evil by F.D. Davis. Vulcan is a demon who joined Carnival Diabolique to keep the world safe from his kind. He never thought he would find the love of his life. Bodie is a healer with abilities with little use for demons. Vulcan is different and when they face a master demon, they discover that love transcends all differences between human and demon. The Sharpest Edge by Seressia Glass. Anaru is a Maori warrior, unique among his tribe. Camryn can see demons. When Anaru walks into the restaurant where Cam works, sparks fly between them. While falling in love, danger stalks the carnival. Cam and Anaru join forces to prevent a disaster. Mistress of the Beasts by J.M. Jeffries. Delki Okello commands the beasts against the evil coming through the portals. When a shohar demon targets a child, she will stop at nothing to save the child and the child's father, Lee Townsend a man who comes to mean more to Delki than life itself
Carnivale Diabolique isn't your average circus, unless Demons are the kind of animals one thinks can be tamed. Includes works from: The Good Side of Evil by F.D. Davis. Vulcan is a demon who joined Carnival Diabolique to keep the world safe from his kind. He never thought he would find the love of his life. Bodie is a healer with abilities with little use for demons. Vulcan is different and when they face a master demon, they discover that love transcends all differences between human and demon. The Sharpest Edge by Seressia Glass. Anaru is a Maori warrior, unique among his tribe. Camryn can see demons. When Anaru walks into the restaurant where Cam works, sparks fly between them. While falling in love, danger stalks the carnival. Cam and Anaru join forces to prevent a disaster. Mistress of the Beasts by J.M. Jeffries. Delki Okello commands the beasts against the evil coming through the portals. When a shohar demon targets a child, she will stop at nothing to save the child and the child's father, Lee Townsend a man who comes to mean more to Delki than life itself.
In Blood We Trust by F.D. Davis. Adam Omega finally has what he’s missed the most. His wife. Only thing, he’s turned his wife into a vampire and he detests the touch of a vampiric woman in the act of making love. Adam’s love for Eve grows but along with that his dismay at not being able to make love to her. Eve fights to understand her new nature vowing never to give into it fully, not to allow herself to prey on humans. She will not become a blood drinker. She has also decided she will not live without sexual fulfillment. Sullivan has survived the light of the sun with Eve’s help. A woman he once admired as a mortal has become a woman he now desires. Just one little problem. The woman belongs to Adam Omega and Adam doesn’t share. How will Adam Omega handle the mess he’s made of his life? Will his obsessive love for Eve force him into destroying the planet.
Divine Destiny by Gweneth Bolton. Set in a primitive future, Darwu the Warrior Prince has started a war against the rebel resisters to the throne. He believes that they killed his sacred mate, Kara Millan, when she was a child. After losing her parents and her entire village when she was a child, Kara Millan became a leader and freedom fighter in The Resistance. She has sworn to bring down the corrupt monarchy. When the Warrior Prince and the freedom fighter meet and find out that they are sacred mates, only divine love and a few sexually inspired lessons can bring these two sworn enemies to a true meeting of the heart, soul and mind.
The Vegas Bites anthology series featuring stories from L.A. Banks, Seressia Glass and Natalie Dunbar. In Vegas Bites, a French Quarter casino--the only black owned, werewolf casino in Las Vegas--is the backdrop of a week long Texas Hold'em tournament, the full moon approaching and the retirement of the alpha couple, battles of love, loyalty, and lust abound. Explore this high roller fantasy world of feuding werewolf packs, high-stakes thieves, a sexy djinn and a mystical medallion. Vegas Bites Back featuring Natalie Dunbar, Seressia Glass, J. M. Jeffries and Monique Lamont welcomes you back to the seductive world of Sin City's French Quarter casino where a roll of the dice can change the future. Take another wild trip below the surface of Vegas style glitz and glamour to a place hidden from mortals to an arena ruled by werewolves, djinns, vamps and demons. As the Temple Wolves prepare to install a new alpha, the eyes of human world are focused on the pack as they begin a new chapter. Every step is fraught with danger, risk and passion. Baby, what howls here, stays here. And the fun is far from over. Take one more trip to Las Vegas’ werewolf owned casino the French Quarter in Vegas Bites Back: Three of a Kind. A place where the flip of the card will change your destiny. A place where every fantasy can be had as long as you are willing to pay the price. The Temple pack has just installed a new leader under the watchful eyes of the mortal world and they think the danger has passed them by. But trouble is always one roll of the dice away. Join Natalie Dunbar, Seressia Glass, Monique Lamont, and J.M. Jeffries in this sensual world of a handsome mage, a runaway princess, a sexy double agent, and captivating were jaguar who has come to place their bets with the Temples pack. And baby, this can only happen in Vegas!
Unstable Environment and Seduction on the Prowl by Marcia Collette. A were-cheetah with a troubled past and a human with a troubled present are the only hope for a child's survival. Selfless pilot Sinclair Duval gave up two promotions, a beautiful condo, and a lover to protect her three-year-old niece from the lifestyle that destroyed the child's scheming mother, Sinclair's sister. Blaming himself for the loss of his fiancée in the last were-cheetah skirmish, brooding healer Rio Velasquez wants nothing to do with the upcoming battle, but struggles with turning his back on another innocent victim. When an act of sabotage nearly causes the toddler's death, Rio delivers a bite that saves her life--and changes her into a shape-shifter. A deadly clan war, an overzealous social service worker, an out-of-control shifting child, and falling in love add up to an Unstable Environment. And in Seduction on the Prowl something is sucking the life from the habitants of Seclusion, Tennessee—one citizen at a time. After ten years of hiding from a stalker in her magically protected woods, root woman Donna Tucker needs to find her uncle who has gone missing in Seclusion. Her legendary healing herbs are making her clients deathly ill. She traces the problem back to her uncle—after his tainted root puts the younger brother of an enraged werecheetah into a coma. Making an enemy of the one man who captured her eye could be deadlier than what awaits her in Seclusion. Werecheetah Kyle Innes' life is dedicated to holding together the broken family that his abusive father had torn apart. Feeling responsible for his brother's brain damage, Kyle has become his guardian for life. But thanks to the bewitching root woman's screwup, Kyle’s brother is in a coma. He's looking for retribution and will travel to Seclusion to get it...and more than what he bargained for. One thing is certain. Donna and Kyle need to trust each other long enough to fight the evil that hangs over the town. Otherwise, they'll die before giving their embattled hearts have a chance.
In Dream of Shadows, a contemporary paranormal by Seressia Glass, the question whether dreams should come true is a moot point for Nicole Legère, who spent her childhood wishing she'd been born normal, instead of First Daughter to the most powerful psychic on the planet. She receives visions in her dreams, as sporadic as they are, but three consecutive dreams sets the pattern, and the visions inevitably come true. Now she's dreaming of a killer targeting the women of Atlanta, women with latent psychic abilities. She goes to Detective Carter Jackson to warn him. Jax has been a successful cop by relying on what he can see and hear, not on "metaphysical mumbo-jumbo." He dismisses Nicole's claims until the first body is discovered. Now he has two choices: believe in Nicole's ability or her guilt. He has difficulty doing either, especially when his heart gets involved. The only way to stop a killer who operates above the law is for Nicole to finally and completely embracing her ability and destiny, a choice that could destroy her dreams of a future with Jax. If he denies her gifts, will Jax also deny the possibility of the love of a lifetime?
Cybil Lewis is a shoot-first, leave no one behind to ask questions later private investigator living in a futuristic United States that's been broken up into territories and basically all hell is running loose. Along with her partner Jane, the queen of snappy one-liners and breaking bones, Cybil finds herself embroiled in the seamy side of human behavior. All the while trying to keep herself from falling hard for the wrong guy with a hot body and trying not to get killed dead.
The Cybil Lewis series is smart,edgy and thought-provoking mix of dystopia and syberpunk with a kick-ass heroine who does her best not to let the darkness around her taint her sense of justice.
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The Kemet Story is a collection of stories about the history of Kemet, the most technologically advanced country in the world. It is based on the novel The Book of Michael:Confessions from the Last King of the World, the reasoning I chose to write these stories was to give clarity on the background of the novel and its setting.
I feel obligated to provide a timeline between King Adam and Lord Michael, so the audience can gain a greater understanding about these characters, the setting, and the Kemet culture. Not only that, I wanted to discuss certain aspects of the culture, characters, and groups that was mentioned, but I didn’t go into full detail, because it would lose sight of the book’s goal. I wanted to go into further detail about the Pariah, the Afri(s), the past wars, Eden, Jonathan Taylor, Victoria, etc, but I didn’t have the page count. If I added all that I wanted, the book would be far too large for anyone to want to read it.
Therefore, I have written a blog that contains several entries that have much of the history of Kemet. The blog is called “The Kemet Story”. Kemet Story is a collection of short stories about the history of Kemet and the individuals that made Kemet into one of the most technologically advanced countries in the world. So, I invite you to go to www.thekemetstory.com to further read the exploits of the Kemet people.
Another note, please go to www.confessionkings.com to view any themes, character analysis or quotes from this novel.
Thanks,
Eric
The following was written at the dawn of the 10th centrury. The letter is to King Gwandoya from a wealthy landowner named Mwenye, whose written words would change two cultures forever. This would also begin nearly one thousand years of slavery in the country.
Dear King Gwandoya,
IS SLAVERY NEEDED? Well, it’s not easy to say this, but it must be said. Slavery is a welcome and needed occupation if we are going to be fruitful in the 10th century. I realized our ancestors didn't condone "slavery" because many of them were slaves.
However, our ancestors failed to realize the abundant of land, crops and work need to make our country a success. We need labor to work the land immediately. I know this is a difficult subject to discuss, but its time, we do.
First, I don’t like the word "slavery" it sounds far too barbaric for my taste. I prefer the word "extended servitude". Extended servitude is necessary for our civilization in an age of a slow growing population, an abundance of land, lack of laborers and a stumbling economy. I know you’re against our lower class being involved in extended servitude, so let me make a suggestion "The Pariah."
The Pariah people are the source and answers to our prayers. They are strong, non-intelligent savages sent by the Lion God for us to take care of. How can we take care of them if they scattered everywhere? They can’t work legally nor do they present any value of currency. King Adam, once said that we will be the most powerful nation on earth. How can we be the modern marvel of the world if our gentlemen are forced to do manual labor rather than using their intellect for far greater matters? My lord, your people need their time to develop the land and culture, so we can become "the modern marvel of the world."
Let’s face it the Pariah are beast. It is a matter of fact, these savages spend their time, killing, ravishing, inbreeding, and stealing from one another. They will continue this process until all of them are dead. Do you want to be responsible for their demise? Just yesterday, I was told that one of them committed the worse of sins. The beast murdered his brother over a piece of bread, and then ate him. Cannibalism! This proves these savages cannot be left alone. If one is willing to eat his brother, what is it to stop the beast from devouring an Afri gentleman? We must stop this madness now! The solution is letting your elite gentlemen of the state, be in command of the welfare these savages. It is only through our teaching and education that these barbarians can become civil human beings.
My associates and I have discussed the matter, and we are more than happy to take in the Pariah in exchange for labor. We will give food, shelter, and education, all the qualifications they'll need succeed. Besides, it will be only temporary until the savages are civilized, and we no longer need their work. I have estimated it to be a maximum of two years. I know in time, your people will praise you for your intelligent and vision toward the welfare of your people. Your humanity toward the Pariah will also be appreciated. Afri(s) will create statues and monuments in your honor, and history will never forget you.
As for the Pariah, you will be the savior of their race. If you don’t act, you will be responsible for the extinction of an entire race and the downward spiral economy. In conclusion, the landowners will be more than willing to contribute more profits to the national treasury if we have more labor, since we will be more profitable . Please do this, immediately, your majesty. The matter is urgent, and only a man as great as you, can bring our people into the 10th century.
Your concern friend,
Mwenye
I've even been working on my own zombie story.
The problem is that I have reoccurring zombie dreams. (Sidenote: I dream almost every night) Perhaps reoccurring is not the right word since every dream is different. But when you dream about zombies more than half the times when you dream, it's a safe bet that you might have zombies on the mind a little too often.
That said. I will be watching the Walking Dead.
Of course, It's been a long, long time since I've been here. Mostly because I've been living life - work and family (we just had our first baby in September) but also because I decided not to be as addicted to the internet in 2010. And I must say, apart from my facebook addiction, I did okay.
Unfortunately, I did not write much fiction. I didn't work on the Ironics novel consistently or finish any of my other projects. Sad, I know. I wrote quite a bit for my job but neglected my fiction.
But no more --- at least, not for November! Although I am incredibly busy (did I mention we have a newborn? LOL), I am on a leave from teaching my courses and figure this is the only year I will be sure to have a chance to participate in National Novel Writing Month ( If you don't know what it is, check it out here - nanowrimo.org). So, I'm throwing in my hat and picking up the pen. I plan on plugging through my 50,000 words and not looking back. I'm hoping that spending time just slogging through the zero draft will help me get it done.
Anyone else participating this November? If so, what are you working on?
That Alien Chick Inside Me #1: The Future is Now
Looking back, I’ve wondered why and how I came to be so fascinated/obsessed by outer space and the idea of extraterrestrial life.
It's an obsession that’s continued to show up in my work – in various plays and performance pieces of the early 90s through early 2000 -- including "Sojourner Meets the Man on the Moon"* and "U(nder) F(rank) O(bservation)" **…the New AmericanRadio play "Juno the Universal Power Child,"*** …the early incarnations of Jewelle Luvski performance pieces...****
-- there’s even a line in the performance piece, “BlackBitches Brew: Coda”***** about my “fantasy kitchen” : “a spaceship – but to make it Jupiter we gonna need another sweet potato on the grill…” -- and then, of course, ugh…the futuristic vision of an alternate-dimension of the uncompleted (READ: FAILED) novel, "NewHarlem:2070." ******
More recently it’s shown up in the digital video short "Of Dark Matter"...******* ...and currently, is erupting out loud in my latest libretto-ish thing (2010), "Akasha, Tell of Dark Matter, Venus and The Son of Enoch" (working title, long, I know, yes).
Hmm. Starting to see a pattern? Well, believe it or not – I didn’t. Until this year – about three months ago, to be exact.
While researching and writing on “Akasha Tell,’ I started looking back over my writing and realized, “Oh DIP, Jake…you’ve ALWAYS been into this shit! What the --???”
Now, from the outside, one might think that one realizes they are possessed by the same themes for many years, through many forms, after that many years. But until recently, it had never really dawned on me just how long I’d literally been possessed and writing about my personal
identification/connection/soul pull towards “outer space” – and wondering who lived there.
Then, about a week ago...I had that dream/vision. My third "other life experience" dream/vision.
(I’ve had two others; I'll get into those later.)
And in the dream/vision...SHE showed up. And although I really didn’t know who – or what – she was at first…within a day or two, I got it.
And while I’m still not sure if she’s a vision of myself in the future (and I mean, with metallic skin and no corneas, I get the feeling she’s a millennium or so off in my future)…or my doppleganger in another current dimension…I saw her. And I know I’m supposed to take a journey with her. Actually, I guess I’ve already been on the journey with her, for awhile…
Anyway - since I’m not sure what to call her, for now I’m just gonna call her what I chose to title this blog:
That Alien Chick Inside Me.
It’s kind of your invitation to come along for the ride. I bet yours is inside you too, so maybe this will help you get ready to meet
her/him/it. ‘Cause – I don’t know about you – but it looks to me like shit is
winding down on this here big blue flower…
-- and as I’ve heard it said: the future is now, yo.
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* commission, Manhattan Class Company
** New York Theatre Workshop JAW Festival /The Public New Works Now/Crossroad Theatre New Works Festival
***radio series curated by shero.diva Lisa Jones (now Lisa Jones Brown)
**** Dixon Place “Keepin’ Up Wit the Joneses”-era with my soul twins Stephanie and Suzanne Jones (well, I guess I was the adopted triplet) -- and my angel Phillip Brown…RIP baby, I know you up there tearin’ up them choruses with the cherubs in the sky...
*****Company One, Hartford, CT, Aaron Davis Hall, Harlem NYC
******-- which I spent 7 years writing, from 1997 to 2004, only to finally chuck over 500 pages of completely frustrating blood, sweat and tears; that 'failure to birth' turning out to be another part of the reason I think I finally left my hometown of Harlem, NYC, in 2005, for the
tropical desert of Tampa, Florida...
Another Historical Turning Point!
This in turn set off a landslide of corporations acquiring their own private military companies. Each corporation would later claim this is simply a means of protecting themselves against civil unrest, corporate sabotage, and government interference. This was looked upon with suspicion by local governments, police departments and the common citizen who questioned why a corporation needed a police force in the first place.
The Real News behind this Headline from the Future:
Monsanto Now "Owns" Blackwater (Xe)?
Last night, People came out to show their support for my Fine Arts show and it was
fantastic. Everyone loved the paintings that was on display and I greatly appreciate it.
Of course, the exhibition will be up for viewing for a whole month, until Oct.31.
A good friend named Nicole Bowen came by to show her support and re-connected with
me...since she is the live action model for my comic book character- Little Miss Strange.
I was busy talking to interesting people and taking pictures of other artist's work.
I felt a great surge of peace and creativity and hope this event will lead to many
more exhibitions and even greater prosperity. So if you are a Black Sci- Fi member
who lives in NYC, get on the E train to Sutphin Blvd./ Archer Ave and walk 2 blocks to
147- 12 Archer Ave in Jamaica, Queens and check out my show.
A. The anchor date was February 12, 23rd year of the New Regime
- no official year has been established
- Still using the calendar of Old Earth, since the month of February is named
- No name is given for the Old Regime likely the Cassad Empire (if they were particularly vain)
- Nor is there a full name or title for the final known Cassad
- Currently the Empire has been renamed the Interregnum until a new form of government asserts itself.
- 23 years have passed since the revolution which toppled the primary controlling family of the Empire, the Cassads.
B. Humans have been space-faring for quite some time, at least two thousand years. ("Cassad would be forced to pay for his family's "thousands of years of oppression"")
- Implication - It is not mentioned how early spaceflight changed the human condition on Earth, or for that matter whether Earth and the Sol system still exist.
- Story Seed - How they acquired the technology for fast interstellar space travel is unknown.
- Story Seed - Perhaps its acquisition allowed the Cassads to cement themselves into the seats of power in the first place.
- Story Seed - The speed, capacity or capabilities of such travel have not been determined specifically, nor has it been made clear, if there are aliens with different or better technologies available.
- Implication - There are also likely thousands of habitable space stations, moons and other habitat systems as well. The Empire's fleet had to be fast, powerful and efficient to control as many worlds as it did. Likely not a conscript army.
- Story Seed - No mention of the remains of the Cassad Empire's Fleet. Was it destroyed in battle or did it retreat into hiding until told when and where to strike?
- Implication - Since there would have to have been vast fleets of significant ability to control the empire, they are also likely to be densely populated or utilizing vast robotic fleets of ships if effective AI technology is available.
- Implication - If robotically controlled fleets are available, control codes, interface codes and security code technology needs to be integrated, routed, controlled and protected against outside influences or internal treachery.
- Implication - The number of star systems indicates a fairly vast Empire considering the Milky way is not an easy place to find a star capable of supporting or maintaining human life let alone other forms of life
- Implication - The Cassad Empire would have to be comparable in size to the Federation's Alpha quadrant, covering about 8,000 light years.
- Implication - Since aliens are present in the storyline, there are likely to be a variety of alien races, some with more or less capability than the Empire. (Added in the last Chapter by Whiyayul & Diop Malvi)
- Implication/Story Seed - Those stronger alien races with more power but may live too close to the center of the Empire to strike out directly could finance operations against the government. They may also pretend to be either less powerful or be on the same side as the Royal family until it suits them to stop pretending. They never present a direct threat or would be summarily destroyed or at least attacked.
- Implication/Story Seed - It is likely that other strong nations or planets who did not bow and were close to the center of the Empire were destroyed as an example. Weaker nations who resist are likely blockaded or occupied until the planet was pacified.
- Implication - Such a vast empire would require faster than light drives of some quality otherwise the distances would be too great to maintain the empire past the point of the drive's ability to reach that empire in time.
- Story Seed - There were also likely planetary governors and planetary defense fleets loyal to the Empire and necessary for its function. Rebel commanders were likely recruited from these ranks.
- Implication - There may have also been a secret police (common in fascist governments) or spy network providing intelligence within the government as well as without. Spy networks may have included merchants, manufacturers, diplomats, military members, elite members of society and the criminal underground.
- Implication - They are likely to be very skilled and dangerous operatives utilizing the best technology possible within their ranks. Spy technology may vary significantly from world to world, but likely the Empire would have superior technology simply because it would need it to be able to maintain its hold on planets who are far from the center of the Empire.
- Story Seed - They would also likely be the same agents who would help the Royal family return to power, if possible.
- Benefits: much faster than light, a rate needs to be determined however, can be used on ships in motion.
- Disadvantages: Vulnerable to jamming, affected by natural phenomenon such as stars of immense gravity or singularities.
- Benefits: significantly faster than light, messages require decoding to use; highly-advanced technology would be of significant advantage in coordination of resources and known fleet activity, would not likely be shared if the advantage could be kept away from lesser technologically advanced cultures.
- Disadvantages: Will occasionally experience black out periods due to alignment issues, requires sophisticated equipment to utilize such technology, not able to receive in motion, since signal would be faster than any ship, ship would need to be a stationary target to receive.
- Benefit: communication is instantaneous, regardless of motion or location; extremely advantageous technology, not likely to be shared if it can be avoided. Requires significant monitoring systems and technology, low tech species need not apply.
- Disadvantages: require multiple entangled locations or computer systems for each area to be communicated with, since entanglement will usually only work with one entangled pair at a time; Will probably have an ansible relay network since entangling particles would take time and effort for every ship that needed them. Fleets might be entangled to each other with relay ships embedded within each fleet for fleet to fleet communications.
- Very expensive technology: likely supplemented with other lesser communication technologies for short range communication.
- Benefits: instantaneous, unaffected by movement or distance; Cannot be intercepted since no actual data is being transmitted. System is supported with a slower means of communication which will compare actual orders with potential orders for comparison and updating as necessary.
- Disadvantages: margin of error based on variability of environments, lack of coordination of information resources, requires regular synchronization of computer systems which would likely occur using the slower communication system but that system is has to still be faster than light for it to work for an empire the size of Cassad's.
- Benefits: messages may include emotional content, depending on universe parameters speed varies from instantaneously to months
- Disadvantages: communications quality may depend on distance, state of mind, barriers, also requires a living telepath.
- Notes: Can also be done with telepathic equipment allowing for the temporary transfer of minds from body to body; this is a very advanced technology, likely alien and forbidden or with strange unforeseen side-effects.
- Benefits: can send physical materials limited by mass of delivery system, Complex information can be sent;
- Disadvantages: Delay time in comparison to other mediums, can only be as fast as the fastest ship or drive system, subject to interception if communication routes are known.
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Shabu-Bakmen walked along the palace grounds, hands clasped behind his back. As usual of late he was not happy. He passed through the royal grounds casting an eye to a gardener who jumped at his sudden appearance. His brow furrowed at the man’s actions. The whole palace behaved this way now. From the administrators to the servants, everyone was nervous and on edge. It was really quite difficult to get anyone to remain on the premises for the past nineteen years—at least not of their own will. That was how long it had been since Akhita had come to power.
He looked down to the hawk insignia emblazoned upon the armor that covered his chest. The sign of a Maak: a guardian of the Royal Household. He had taken up the position as a young man, serving the old king whom he as well counted a friend. For the better part of that time he had his duties immensely. He enjoyed anything he was good at.
He was at one time one of the best swordsmen in the kingdom. An expert weapons master and guardian, he had risen quickly through the ranks. Appointed lieutenant at a young age, it was not too much later that he earned the title of captain. He had performed so well that instead of assigning him to an irrelevant position guarding some distant relative of the royal family—as he had seen happen to so many of his colleagues as they reached his age—he was made Imjer Per-ah Nesew, Overseer of the Great Royal House.
And so while many others had left once Akhita was proclaimed queen, he remained. Who was in power did not affect the responsibilities of his position. He was honor bound by a sworn and sacred oath to protect the royal palace itself. But sometimes, when he looked to see Akhita sit upon the throne, he felt that he had in some way broken that oath. The palace was not the place it had once been.
A young man walking by him stopped abruptly, dropping a hand in salute. Tall and bronze skinned, his youthful face matched his muscular build. Shabu recognized him as Asheru, one of the more fresh recruits to the palace guards. The front of his scalp was bare and painted dark red, while his remaining hair came together in a long plaited braid that hung down to the middle of his back. It was the marking of his dedication to the local gods of his family, who came from a city far north in the Lower lands. In the thousands of years since the earliest dynasties, more peoples than could be counted had been absorbed into the kingdom—bringing their local beliefs and customs with them. All proudly named themselves citizens of Kemet, but many never completely abandoned their old ways.
“Peace be upon you, Imjer,” the man said with a deep bow. “May the life giving light of our holy father keep you in health.”
Shabu winced slightly at the greeting. It was quite common to show a man of his rank and age such respect. Still, it was disconcerting to be treated like those entering the time of the setting sun. Did he possibly look that old to those still touched by youth?
“May you also be in great peace,” he replied. “And let wisdom continue to fill your heart.”
The young man looked up, the dark eyes above his sharp nose glittering with pride. He gave a final bow and walked away, seeming quite pleased with himself.
If not for his foul mood Shabu might have laughed. He remembered when he was that young, a ripe recruit trying his best to impress those of higher rank. Such a compliment would probably have filled him with similar emotions. He supposed his graciousness was needed, if only to help lift the spirits of those under his command. In these troubled times, morale was a precious thing.
Excerpt, The Ankh of Ausar, Book 1
I was late for my sensitivity training class, two weeks after I joined a new company. It had been a while since I'd worked and was simply grateful to have a job.
I went to Human Resources to complain about the guy in the next cubicle who, even though he had been at the company for a while, he still had not grasped the idea of personal hygiene. The smell wafting from his cubicle was a mixture of homeless Vietnam vet and unwashed train-hopping hobo.
With state water rationing preventing all but the most necessary water use, at a premium price, no less, I could understand a little body odor. We all have that problem these days, but there is still a line no one working in the public should cross.
The smell got so bad one day, I had to sneak into the AC closet and turn off the air conditioning because the vent blew the stench up from his cube and down to mine. I had to give him credit, the guy always seemed to put in a twelve to fourteen hour day, so there were no complaints about his dedication.
I hadn't had a job in two years, so I wasn't about to give this one up. I had no idea when the next one might come calling. Corporate work was drying up everywhere, being shipped overseas for slave wages, sent to the 'cloud' or 'double-booked' on some poor bastard who thought he was lucky to still have a job. Today, I was prepared to be that poor bastard.
When I went to HR and complained, I was told that I was insensitive to 'Tod's special needs' and that he had a medical accommodation for his issues. So I was sent to a sensitivity training course in order to improve my awareness of his situation. Starting my ninety-day probation off with a human resources sensitivity class. Way to make a good first impression.
The only upside to this situation was the opportunity to pass a tiny bit of heaven working the desk downstairs outside of HR. Her name badge said Penny. "Hey, Penny. Which way to the sensitivity training?" I was trying to sound cool and only semi-interested. The truth was, I had been dreaming about this girl since I got here. I had only seen her once or twice, but her flame red hair, ample bosom and well-dressed derrière were hard to miss. Only a dead man couldn't find her interesting.
"Hey, Dave. It's down the hall, turn left, second door on the right. I like your tie, something new?" she inquired. I did my best to not stare down her blouse. Meaning I had a minor seizure, my eyes rolled into my head and then I pulled it together.
She noticed! "Yes it is. My nephew gave it to me as a graduation gift a few months ago, but I wanted to save it for a rainy day. Since we don't seem to have those any more, I figured I am going to this class after only a month of working here, so I guess this will do."
"You look great, don't worry about it. There has been a lot of training going on here with the recent acquisition. I'm sure its not a problem. They say this position has gone empty a couple of times a month as they hire new girls for positions upstairs. I am hoping to graduate to one of those jobs, too."
As I listened, I was simply lost in her shiny green eyes and I could barely tear myself away from her lips. Her magnificiently supple lips… "Dave? Dave, you're gonna be late."
"Right, right, thanks. I'll talk to you later," I stammered and ran off.
When I got to the classroom, I walked in and noticed the room was lit with a bright green glow from the ceiling instead of the florescent lighting used in most of the company.
"Glad you could make it, Dave. You're the last one, today." The speaker was a tall, squarely built Black man with a set of thick, but well groomed dreadlocks. His face was sharp and angular, and he had a penetrating stare that fixed on me for a long second. Then he lidded his eyes like a serpent might, it was just the angle of his head that shifted and for a moment I felt like a mouse confronting a snake.
He came to meet me at the door and shook my hand. He smelled of cinnamon and other spices like a pumpkin pie. The smell made me want to sneeze and before I knew what happened, I turned away, covered my nose and sneezed, really hard. He had not let go of my hand yet and when I sneezed, his grip on me tightened and he breathed out a subtle, whispering sigh. He then let my hand go and turned back toward the room. He had a huge smile on his face and his teeth gleamed in the green light.
The strange lighting in the room which at first seemed a little too green and a little too bright, seemed less of a problem after I opened my eyes from my very juicy and uncomfortable sneeze. I found my handkerchief, cleaned myself up and sat down to read through the boring pamphlets about social tolerance and cultural acceptance.
The speaker, one Dr. Mbenga wore a mixture of modern clothing and some kind of tribal acccents. His shirt was long sleeved but of a dark fabric, I couldn't place. There was a long colorful sash he wore over one shoulder which drapped nearly to the floor. He moved around the room with a smooth gate and a stylish flourish while he lectured. His shoes appeared to be made of leather but had an unusual grass-like sole. He seemed a decent fellow, but his accent was so thick sometimes, I could barely understand him. This only added to the surreal never-ending quality of our first lecture with him.
This first day, the training was done in the evening and after two hours, we were allowed to go home. He mentioned we would have some exercises the next two days and the last day was an all day session. A sigh eminated collectively from the participants as the realization of the last day being the longest. We filed out like men condemned to a firing squad, heads hung low, backs bowed. Penny was already gone, but the smell of her perfume lingered and stood out over the BO of whichever of my unwashed colleagues had left after she did.
When I got home, my cat and dog were thrilled to see me, and after taking Max, my German Shepard, for a walk, Mini, my Maine Coon curled up in my lap for another great evening of TV dinners and Law and Order. I was kind of peckish though and had another TV dinner and a pint of Ben and Jerry's afterward. Before I went to sleep, I saw a stock report on the news about a relatively new company providing green lighting to businesses. This new lighting could store energy from the sun and transmit it inside of buildings, for no costs. Rancol Incorporated had just split its stock, making its shareholders even richer. The only drawback was its slightly greenish tint that workers said they hardly noticed after a time. The age of florescent light appeared to be at an end. I thought I should get some stock in this company. I would call my broker in the morning.
My sleep was rough and uneven. I had the strangest dreams as well. Something to do with eating some food that I was not particularly fond of but my father kept telling me to eat it. He was the law when I was a kid, so ate it I did. I remember fighting the food down, nearly gagging on every bite. I just remember shoveling one mouthful after another until it was gone. Then to punish me futher, he would have me clean up after dinner and my dream completed our ritual. It felt like hours, but my rest seemed to have only been a few seconds. I woke exhausted and in a cold sweat but a hot shower soon fixed that.
I took Max for his morning walk but he seemed skittish and unhappy and when I came back and filled Mini's dish he did not come running. Maine Coons take meal time very seriously. Something about needing to maintain that bulk being one of the biggest housecats known to man. I figured he was under the bed or hiding in a closet, as is his habit some mornings. I simply didn't have time to deal with him. Mini understood if he didn't eat in time, Max would have two breakfasts that morning.
I rushed to get dressed because I knew I was going to have to deal with doing my job and another half day of sensitivity training, so I knew I needed to be on time. Before I could even finish getting dressed, I was racked with abdominal pain like I had known only once. As a kid my appendix ruptured during a football game. All I remember was the screaming and the white-hot poker tearing through my side. This was worse than that. Through all the pain was the urge to go to the bathroom.
There are no words for happened next. I kept flushing and filling the bowl. Only after the fourth flush did the stabbing pain subside. When I looked in the bowl, there was blood everywhere. But the pain subsided almost as if it never happened. I took a shower, cleaned up. I got ready to call a doctor but by the time I was dressed, for the second time, I felt great and except for my missing cat and the queer looks from the old couple next door, I had never felt so energized. I threw away all of the remaining TV dinners from my fridge. Never eating another one of those things ever again.
The next day of sensitivity training had half as many people as the day before. We started with ten and were down to five. When I asked what happened to the others Dr. Mbenga gave me some smooth and plausible sounding answer and though I thought I wanted to argue, once he had said it, the urge to argue passed. Today, I had less difficulty understanding him, he seemed to be making a greater effort to enunciate. Perhaps someone had talked to HR and told him to speak slower and clearer. I was bored out of my mind by lunch and though we were told these exercises were important, I could barely see why. He had drawn a number of formulas on the board, something about statistical variability and cultural dispersion on the planet, blah, blah, blah. Lunch could not come soon enough.
"Hi, Penny," I was so happy to be anywhere besides that room.
"Hi Dave," was her morose reply. My goddess of cheer and sunshine was less than happy. This could not be.
"What's the matter? my curiosity overcoming my good sense.
"I am getting a transfer tomorrow. I will be going upstairs."
"Uh, I thought you would be happy, isn't that what you wanted?"
"Yes, but I..." she stuttered. "I was hoping I would get to see you before I went upstairs. They said I would be leaving here first thing in the morning, so I have to pack up this afternoon."
"Do you want to have lunch?"
"Yes," was her timid reply. But I was on top of the world.
"Let me do one more thing. See that exec over there, the one with the red tie clip? I was typing something for him and I want to make sure he gets it."
As the executive was moving down the hallway, most of the workers shied away from him, making every effort not to look at him and shuffled off as quickly as possible. Penny handed him the sheaf of papers, and he gave her a completely lecherous stare. His eyes all but undressed her, folded her clothing and proceeded to tie her to his office chair. Sensitivity training? Here was a guy who obviously had not been invited yet. As he grew closer, I felt a bit sick, but Penny ran ahead of him and grabbed my arm on the way out.
Needless to say, lunch was great. It was Penny's favorite restaurant so I would have eaten there no matter how I felt. I thought I wasn't going to have much of an appetite after this morning but by lunchtime, I'd changed my mind about eating. Under normal circumstances this place would have made me just shy of nauseous but today I was a beast. I ate a steak sandwich, slathered in onions and cheese and whatever other sundries they could pile on top. Then I ate two more. Penny had a healthy appetite, a hearty laugh and we enjoyed lunch like two old friends who hadn't seen each other in ages; and had starved the whole time. Outside the office, our mutual awkwardness was gone. We rushed back to the office and she ran back to her desk but she gave me a hug and a peck on the cheek. I covered my excitement with my briefcase until I could make it back to my seat.
There was more boring lecturing around social sensitivity to the disabled but I was listening more intently to Dr. Mbenga's voice. There was a transcendental quality to it, as if he was speaking directly to my soul. While what he was talking about had no substance, or perhaps I just didn't give a damn, the sound of it moved me, choked me up and I every word was sheer rapture. The rest of the afternoon sped by.
Penny was gone again when I was leaving but it was less traumatizing than yesterday. I had been able to spend a whole hour with her at lunch. Magnificent. I had to stop to get something to eat on the way home and I stopped into this dive, a place I normally can't even stand the smell of normally but I was just so damn hungry. I don't remember anything about the food other than the quantity of it. It seemed as if I could not get enough. There was something on the news about some outbreak, probably a flu or something. I couldn't concentrate on it so I quickly finished and rushed home.
When I got there, Max was positively ballistic. It took me twenty minutes to calm him down enough to get him on his leash. He ran around the apartment, jumping away from me as if he didn't recognize me. I wasn't feeling all that well, so this whole meltdown was the last thing I wanted to be bothered with. I was certain I was running a bit of a fever and wondered if I had overdone lunch and dinner. I was beginning to think maybe a call to a doctor might not be a bad idea. I sat down hoping it would give Max some time to calm down. After an hour, I felt like I might be able to complete a walk. Max had come and lay down next to me, eyeing me as if I was someone he wasn't sure he knew. I moved gingerly and gathered his leash and then led him to the door.
Once we got outside the building, he pulled at the leash as if he were trying to get away. I pulled back and tried to shorten the leash. As I gathered it, I took my eye off of him. In that moment, he bit my hand and ran away, faster than I had ever seen him run. I took off after him but after only a few seconds realized he was a dog and I was never going to catch him. I went in and bandaged my hand.
I am a bit of a wimp when it comes to alcohol application during any kind of personal first aid. Strangely enough, though the initial bite was painful, the alcohol didn't bother me at all. WebMD said I should see a doctor, in case of rabies, but I figured since Max was my dog, rabies wasn't likely, with him having had all of his shots. Surely it could wait until tomorrow after work.
The next morning I felt positively awful. I was sluggish and sick and thought I might be hung over, until I remembered, I had not had a drop to drink. Then I thought, it's that flu. Suddenly I was overcome with the urge to vomit and before I could take a step, I did, everywhere. It seemed like it would never stop, but finally it did. I went to the phone to call in and tell them I wasn't coming to work, but they put me on hold.
It felt as if my world was covered in a fog, the entire room was blurred, hazy, and indistinct. The room smelled atrocious, like someone had died right in my house. As the scent registered to my brainstem, I almost dropped the phone.
Dr. Mbenga's voice cut through the fog and fuzz in my head as clear as the first sunrise after a six month Alaskan night. "Clean up dat mess, take a shower, put on some clean clothes, and bring a change of clothes with you in your gym bag. Bring your ass to work."
And just like that, I was able to clean up the vomit, shine the floors, iron a shirt and slacks, pack a gym bag and head off to work in record time. Halfway to work, the energy faded and I felt myself slowing down. Puking up one's guts is likely to be hard work so, maybe that why I was suddenly wasted. The train ride seemed interminable, every second stretching off into infinity.
I realized I was at the halfway point before I started feeling better. Suddenly I was hungry. Normally, riding the subway was a total appetite killer, the crowds, the noise, the stench, but today all I could smell was pork chops. My stop came and I got off the train and went upstairs into our office building. I kept smelling pork chops all the way into the building. I figured there was someone who worked in my office who was bringing in their chops from last night's dinner. Lucky bastard, they smelled outstanding.
When I got upstairs to the meeting hall, the good doctor Mbenga escorted me to a smaller conference room on the same floor. Sadly Penny was nowhere to be found. I missed her already. He took me into the conference room and sat me down. His outfit was his traditional Black, with a white sash around his waist. He wore a silver ring with a large skull, each eye filled with modest-sized diamonds. I had never noticed it before. "Wait here, someone will be here shortly," his voice, I could easily liken it unto a heavenly choir, reverberated within me and I could nothing but obey. I sat. He placed his hand upon my head and I felt myself fall into a deep slumber.
When I woke, I knew a hunger unlike anything I had ever felt before. Hours passed, each one more excruciating then the last. I looked up and noticed the Roncol light was on and it had been very bright. It was so bright, how could I have missed it until now. Then I realized why I hadn't been aware of it. It was getting dimmer. The softer the light grew, the stronger my hunger became.
I called out. I shook the doorknob. I banged on the door. No one came. The hours passed. By the fourth hour, I had turned over the chairs. I used them to bang on the doors. I could barely make sense of what was happening. Imagine your favorite piece of music turned to the highest volume you could stand. And then double it. This was my hunger. I screamed myself hoarse. No one came.
I threw myself at the door, again and again. My body, now bloody smacked wetly against it. My pain momentarily overcame my hunger.
I sat down in a corner and waited. I rocked back and forth, my movement had become the heartbeat I could no longer feel in my chest. Then I heard the click of a key. I wanted to rise and did so with a snarl, the remnant of my voice. A light seared its way into my febrile brain and along with it a primal wave of fear, a desire to be anywhere in that moment but there. In the silhouette of the terrible light was a female shape but it was a man I heard.
"Wait here, Penny," said the voice of the lecherous executive from yesterday, and the light, that terrible light, I had to shield my eyes -- came from his tie clip. I wanted desperately to claw my way through the wall to escape.
"It stinks in here," was her reply.
She was pushed into the room and the door closed behind her. With the lights out and the terrible glare from his tie-clip gone, I could almost think again. But I was hungry. Maddeningly hungry, crazed with hunger. Pork, pork, pork, it's all I could think about. Make it stop, make it stop, make it stop. Penny heard me groan, and came toward me.
I knew what would make the hunger stop.
"Dave, is that you?"
"Yes, Penny. And you smell so, so... good."
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