Tomorrow I will begin posting the audio version of the Story Ballroom. A heads up if you will.
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Ballroom Chapter 1-Audio
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Valentine’s Day- Prologue-Audio
Editing
I do all of my edits while I’m writing. Then I read through after I have put it up and maybe correct some spelling or grammar. Rarely do I change word choice. If I am putting it on Amazon, then I do one more edit for spacing and such along with another read through. But I don’t end up changing much. For those who have read my stories are they horrible for want of editing? Feedback is appreciated.
Heart of Stone
In honor of October:
Groggy, a man blinks the sleep from his eyes. His eyelids are heavy, so heavy, like lifting a dumbbell with pinkies. Bright light sears corneas, squinting, he tries to lift his hands to shield his eyes. His arms! They’re tied down. Looking down the length of his body he sees his hand are restrained in padded cuffs. His shirt is cut open, explaining the chill. This circle of bright light hides the the rest of what feels like a large area. A orange ember flares in the darkness beyond the lights circle.
“Who’s there!, ” the man shouts.
A low voice from the shadows rumbles, “Good, I was afraid I’d get the dose wrong.”
A face thrust itself from behind the top of the Man’s skull. It smiles and giggles. It’s the girl from last night!
“Get me out of here, you stupid cunt, ” the man yells.
” Now, now, “the voice from the shadows rumbles, ” we mustn’t be impolite. Not when she brings us such a unique gift.”
A tall person steps from the shadows, takes the last drag on their cigarette, then stubs it out on the left nipple of the man.
Screams echo out, slamming and reverbing from walls designed to dampen sound.
The person waits. Waits for the Screams to degenerate to sobs.
“Now, the young lady tells me very bad things about you. Let me whisper it in your ear. Young ladies shouldn’t need to hear such things. ”
Leaning down, the person whispers, “You raped her. She pleaded, begged you to stop. But you took and took. She tells me, you are a monster.”
Standing, smiling down at the man, the person cheerfully says, “She tells me you have a Heart of Stone. That is very interesting. I happen to need a Heart of Stone, for my work. ”
“Now, young lady, bring me the bolt cutters, then scury off. No need to get blood all over you, it’s so hard to get out of clothing.” Aside, almost to their selves, “But we must wear clothing, civilization demands it.”
The man pleads, “I have money, you can have it, just let me go, please… Please.”
The person waits for the outer door to slam shut.
” All good and proper, now we are alone. What was it you were saying ” the person cocks their head to the side, like they are listening to someone, ” money?”
“Thank you, that is a generous offer ”
Hope rises in the man, thinking, Money, money will get me out. “Get me to a computer and I’ll wire you it all, just let me go…”
“So generous, but this Heart of Stone, that seems more interesting. ”
” Oh, don’t scream. You so generously offered a gift, so I’ll give you one. I’ll keep you awake and we’ll see it together. I promise, you won’t miss a thing.”
The man Screams as the scalpel parts the flesh of his chest, causing the blood bags forcing new blood in to replace the loss, to dance. But the persons hand is steady.
“See, we just pull back the skin and seperate the muscle… I’m so happy your voice gave out. Don’t worry, bones don’t have any nerve endings, I don’t think anyway. A few quick snaps and we’ll see the heart. ”
The sharp crack as the bolt cutters snap through each rib fills the warehouse.
” There now, the reveal, always so exciting. ” The person lifts the rib cage cutting away connective tissue.
” Oh… ” The person frowns, dejected.
Lifting the heart out of the man’s chest, showing it to him as the last light of consciousness fades. ” See, just flesh, Oh well… ” The person tosses the heart over their shoulder where it lands with a soggy plop. “Win some, lose some…”
The body sits in the middle of the warehouse, staring sightless into the harsh light, the strains of singing coming lightly on the air.
Softly singing, “I’ve got a lovely bunch of coconuts, fiddly dee…” fades into the darkness.
Bernice and the Bear Wizards
When Ben was very small his mother read him the story of the great bear wizards. In a dark time when Malik the Cruel ruled over the land, young bears and their mothers were forced to live indoors or in small enclosures. They did tricks or sang and Lord Malik would feed them fish. The fish sounded good to Ben. But sometimes for no reason at all Malik would hurt the young bears and their mothers. This made Ben very frightened. He never knew what the young bear had done wrong. His mother told him that some men were cruel and didn’t need a reason to hurt. This seemed unfair to Ben.
In the kingdom the years passed. As they did, young bears grew up. One young bear, Bernice, traveled over the mountains. She left in winter when she knew Malik would be fast asleep.
But the way was treacherous and cold. Bernice fell asleep, exhausted from her journey. Not quite making it over the pass. When she awoke she was in a cave.
The cave was warm! And there was a fire with fish roasting over it! But at the fire sat a large hunched figure. This was the first stranger that Bernice had ever seen.
But she was so cold and hungry…
and the fire was so warm… and the fish smelled so good
Bernice walked to the hunched figure and in a small tired voice asked “Can I sit by your fire?”
The large figure turned to her. It was another Bear. But this one was different. This bear wore a funny hat and had some kind of cloth over his back. At his feet was some kind of large stick.
In a rumbly voice, he said “I’ve been waiting for you here. You nearly didn’t make it.”
Bernice was surprised. She had only decided to come over the mountain last week. How could this bear have known she was coming?
The rumbly voice said, “have some fish, you look done in.”
Bernice knew that something strange was happening but her stomach was as rumbley as the old bear. She sat down and tucked into the delicious fish.
When she was done she was awfully tired. The rumbley bear said, “It’s safe. You can sleep here. Bear Wizards always keep their word.”
Bernice was so tired she did just that. But one thought chased her into sleep, “what was a bear wizard?”
When Bernice woke up, the strange bear was making breakfast. Fish waffles, yum.
He said his name was Barry and the Bear Wizards were a order of kind and smart bears who traveled the land. When Bear Wizards heard of the plight of the bears in the valley they had gathered to stop the evil person who was hurting the bearfolk. But they didn’t know the name of the person.
Bernice perked right up. She knew the name. But she was scared. Malik had said that anyone revealing his name would see their families punished.
Bernice knew Malik would hurt her family if the Bear Wizards failed.
Bernice asked Barry the Bear Wizard, “Will you protect my family if I tell you his name?”
Barry replied, “I cannot. For with the name we will attack on the ‘morrow. If we fail, we will have slipped beyond the veil and will not be able to help. If we succeed, then your family will be safe. But I will not promise that we will win, only that we will try.”
Bernice did not like that answer. But it was honest and Barry looked so earnest. Bernice looked at Barry and said, “I know the name. His name is Malik the Cruel.”
Bernice shivered as the name range out of the cave and across the peaks.
Malik in his castle heard his name told to a stranger. He knew something bad was coming for him. He called the head of his Secret Police, a tall and stately bear named Chumley.
Chumley came slowly. His belly full of fish cupcakes, berry pie, and deer steak. Chumley liked to eat and eat and his position let him take anything he’d like.
Malik told Chumley, “Someone is speaking up. Find who is missing and have their family home burned out. Strip the family of all money and goods then let them beg on the street.”
Meanwhile, the great host of the Bear Wizards gathered. The Bear Wizards called their army from distant lands. They came through great big crackling blue portals. The Army was dressed in head to toe metal and carried strange Spears that crackled with blue lightning like the gates.
Barry explained that anyone touched by the spears would be instantly transported to the court house to be tried for their crimes. Bear Wizards were very concerned with Justice.
The Bear Wizard Army marched into the valley. Each time a bear stood against them, they touched them with the spear. The misguided bear and the Bear soldier would disappear. The soldier would talk to the bear and see if they could work out some kind of work release program.
Finally, with few Bear soldiers left and only the 3 Bear Wizards, Barry, Bob, and Bernadette. They stopped in front of the Castle.
They raised their Staves and chanted in Ancient Bear. The sky rumbled and clouds dark and cold began to cover the Valley.
As one they slammed their Staves down and shouted, “Break!”, in Ancient Bear.
For a moment, there was silence and Bernice thought, “It didn’t work?!”
Then with a great horrible sound like rocks being blown up and paper being ripped the castle tore in half.
The 2 halves tore away leaving the throne room with Malik shivering on his throne.
“Get out of here!” Malik shouted. He sounded, for the first time to Bernice’s recollection, scared.
The Bear Wizards walked up to Malik and told him that for what he had done the Judgment had been passed.
Malik would be tried in the most ancient of bear rituals. If he was found not guilty, the Bear Wizards would suffer for it. Malik liked the sound of that. He was sure he could talk his way out of anything.
So, in the most ancient and sacred of rituals the Bear Wizard’s ate him.
He was delicious.
The End
(what did you expect? They’re bears)
Pel and Sara
The stories Pel and Sara, Home, and Ballroom are available for purchase under the Life’s Sensual Journey’s Title on Amazon
Author: Anthony Glenn
Thank you for any interest in these stories you may have.
7 word story
You are the focus of my heart
All others are merely wisps, ephemeral shadows.
My passion turns to our life together.
Possibly this attention is far too scary?
Trust in me, I won’t fail you.
Pel and Sara
You may be expecting another installment of Pel and Sara. However, I believe this is a good end point for this story. I will need to figure where the next start point is before I write the next installment. I will likely leave it up in its complete form for a week or so while I make a round or 2 of edits. Then it will go up on Amazon. All 3 Pel and Sara Stories will be packaged together and anyone who bought the book in the past should be pleasantly surprised by this new addition. It is called Life’s Sensual journey by Anthony Glenn (that’s me).
You know what…
Fuck it, I’m writing Torn Asunder week 4. Nobodies listening to it, I think it gets 4 hits and one of those was the person that just ghosted me but hey, I like the story. It’s embedded audio, sorry you have to go to the site and I recommend you listen to split sky 1.1 -Split sky 18 or you will likely be lost but still; I like it. I’ll write Pel and Sara next week, that is entirely too close to home for me to do it this week.
