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Weekend Writing Warriors 15 September 2019 (ER, FA, LGBT, SF)

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“Just the same, I was hoping perhaps we could hurry into that kind of dark and foreboding castle over there. It might not be the most welcoming place, but it probably doesn’t have werewolves in it. Man, look at that spire! It looks like a rocket!”

Before the others could respond, Marc took off running towards the castle.

“Damn it, Marc, slow down!” Dale demanded. “If we just bust in there, the inhabitants may think we’re plundering them, and they aren’t going to take too kindly to that.”

“Well, we’ll just explain that we’re trying to get away from the werewolves!” Marc replied.

“Just like that?”

~Cie for Naughty Netherworld Press~
Notes: When Base Lust-69 exploded at the end of Paraji's Prisoners, Voodoo priestess Leah La Sirene and a group of naive, obtuse, and oblivious male vampires and secret agents fell through a wormhole which deposited them in a foreboding forest with a dark and mysterious castle. What terrors and delights await them in the dark and p…

Sunday Snippet Special: A Beautiful Nightmare

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Image by PIRO4D from Pixabay
When Linus finally crept into the barracks, his whole body ached. It had been a tremendously long day. The lanky soldier overflowed the standard sized cots with his six-foot-five-inch tall body. He always had to draw his legs up towards his chest to fit into the uncomfortable bed.
Linus considered the possibility of taking his little tube of liniment to the privy and rubbing it onto his sore knees, but sleep overtook him before he had a chance to act on his thought. The darkness wrapped around him like a heavy blanket, and his spirit floated above his body.
Linus sat down on the edge of the bed. The interior of the barracks became a surreal film noir. The door opened and closed silently. A lithe figure moved slowly across the floor, his feet making whispered pats, his eyes glowing red like coals.
Linus withdrew towards his body, hoping to make himself wake up. He really didn’t need this fuckery. He hoped that he wouldn’t scream. His bunk buddies teased hi…

Weekend Writing Warriors 30 June 2019 (LGBT, PA, RO, SF)

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Weekend Writing Warriors
“You died too. You’re a revenant. How was your consciousness revived in this body?”
“A lucky stroke of lightning, my dear Count Katou,” Captain Botterill revealed, stroking a red nail over the vampire’s angular cheekbone. “Oh, very well, let’s pretend it’s Christmas. T’ is the season to be jolly. Let’s feed our darling little bloodsucking brood. But don’t be too lax with them! Remember, they need to learn to play nice before we allow them the run of the place.”
~Cie for Naughty Netherworld Press~
Notes: This snippet from our forthcoming tale, Carnal Invasion XIII: Caged Birds features a conversation between Captain Abigail Botterill, the debauched director of the Alien and Supernatural Search Squadron, and Mondo Katou, a 112-year-old vampire. Caged Birds is due for release on July 4, 2019, only from Kindle.
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Weekend Writing Warriors 23 June 2019 (ER, LGBT, PA, SF)

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“I can see where Agent Spitz might be related to you,” Katou remarked. “Is Agent Swallows as well?”
“Both were cloned from me. They used to adore me—to obey my every command. Then came the day that Projekt Untot had to be abandoned. Julie and Sarah were programmed to forget everything they learned here. My beloved mentor Dr. Ingrid Nagel and myself remained behind and fought. Sadly, she was killed, and her body too badly destroyed to be resurrected. I was…”
~Cie for Naughty Netherworld Press~
Notes: In this snippet from Naughty Netherworld Press' forthcoming release, Carnal Invasion XIII: Caged Birds, Mondo Katou continues his conversation with Captain Abigail Botterill, the corrupt director of the Alien and Supernatural Search Squadron after Captain Botterill makes a statement revealing a previously unrealized connection between herself, Agent Julie Spitz, and Agent Sarah Swallows.
Carnal Invasion XIII is due for release on July 4, 2019.

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Weekend Writing Warriors 16 June 2019 (ER, LGBT, PA, RO)

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“Captain Botterill, he’s becoming exsanguinated,” Mondo Katou protested. “We were supposed to make him submit to our will, not kill him.”
“I thought you said you wanted to make sure that Gregory would be all yours. Now you’re telling me you don’t want harm to come to your rival?”
“I want Gregory to love me. He isn’t going to love me if I allow harm to come to Ahmose.”
~Cie for Naughty Netherworld Press~
Notes: This is a snippet from our WIP, Carnal Invasion XIII: Caged Birds. The conversation is between Mondo Katou, a 100-year-old vampire, and Captain Abigail Botterill, the corrupt director of the Alien and Supernatural Search Squadron.
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On the Road to Manzanar

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Note: This is a chapter from Naughty Netherworld Press' WIP Novel, Carnal Invasion XIII: Caged Birds. Post contains crude language.
Ahmose, Gregory, Bernie, and Mondo Katou sat in a circle, holding hands. The image of a dirt road on an arid landscape appeared on one of the view screens. It grew more distinct until it appeared to lead right into the base.
“Come on,” Bernie ordered. “This is our chance.”
Ahmose broke his grip on Katou’s hand. The road became nebulous.
“Ahmose, you don’t have to trust me, but we do have to be of a mind when it comes to getting ourselves out of this quandary,” Katou pleaded. “I’m truly sorry for the terrible things that I did back at Manzanar. I understand why you find it difficult to put your faith in me. So, may I suggest that you don’t put your faith in me, but instead, we make a bargain to work as a team until we are reunited with your other companions. At that point, I will accept whatever you feel is a fitting punis…

Troiku Challenge 2019: Day 7: Unlocked Fence

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unlocked fence walking towards the countryside finally free
unlocked fence will I find freedom outside or more enslavement
walking towards the countryside the world outside is alien imprisoned so long
finally free no more fences, no more guards but such a high cost
~Chèvrefeuille & Cie~


Notes: I could not help but think of the prison camps of World War II when I saw this image. We must never be allowed to sweep those horrors under the rug because they make us uncomfortable.  I watched a program about the descendants of some of the leaders involved with the Holocaust. These are good people who want to prevent such a thing from ever happening again. They are not proud of being related to such terrible individuals as their ancestors.  Rudolf Hess' grandson Rainer said, "if my grandfather were alive, I would kill him myself."  Hermann Goring's grandniece Bettina and her brother both had themselves voluntarily sterilized. Amon Goeth's daughter wasn't aware of h…

Working With the Enemy

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Hey Kids! Here's a happenin' 500-word selection from our WIP, Carnal Invasion XIII: Caged Birds. Hope you enjoy it!
“Ahmose, please, just trust me,” Mondo Katou begged, gripping Ahmose’s hands between his own.
Ahmose snarled, baring his fangs, and pulled his hands away.
“I would rather eat my own hand than work alongside someone like you!” he spat.
“Ahmose, please,” Bernie soothed, wrapping his arms around Ahmose. “I can’t say I trust or like him either, but something isn’t right. Not only do things just feel wrong, but I’ve been looking through these security screens.”
“My beautiful nerd boy,” Ahmose declared, giving an uncharacteristically nervous chuckle. “He can’t resist touching the tech. So, what have you discovered, my love?”
“Fucking hot in here,” Gregory complained, fanning himself with an empty cookie bag. “Is there a fan that you can turn on by chance?”
“I think it’s this one,” Mondo Katou mused for a moment before flipping a switch.
“Well, lucky you didn’t leave us…

Weekend Writing Warriors 9 June 2019 (ER, LGBT, PA, RO)

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This snippet is from Naughty Netherworld Press' WIP, Carnal Invasion XIII: Caged Birds. The speaker is Gregory Inoue, a 99-year-old vampire who is the former lover of Ahmose Ike.
“Hey! Let me out of here!” the panicked vampire demanded. “I’m fucking starving! I need to eat! Please, I won’t hurt anyone. I just need a little something. You can bring me a blood bag. This is some kind of medical place, right? Just a little blood, that’s all I need!” “You do have a type, don’t you, Ahmose?” Captain Botterill jeered, pulling Ahmose’s head up from his chest by the hair.
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WEP Challenge June 2019: Caged Bird

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Image by Mary Gorobchenko from Pixabay
When Bernie came to, he found himself in a five-foot by five-foot windowless metal cell. He tried to stop his claustrophobia from kicking in and throwing him into a panic, but the fear of being trapped in a confined space quickly overtook him. The young vampire screamed in terror and threw himself against the door of the cell until he was completely exhausted. He crawled into a corner of the box, weeping brokenly. “Please, please, you can’t do this!” Bernie begged. “I’ll need to feed. I don’t need a person, I don’t want an animal, I’m pretty much a vegetarian. You can get me a blood bag, a nice sterile blood bag, like from a blood bank or something. Whatever you need, just let me out of here and I’ll cooperate with you. Let Ahmose go. He shouldn’t have to go through this. He was already a prisoner once. Please…OH GOD, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH AHMOSE???” Bernie collapsed to the floor, sobbing brokenly. He thought of what Ahmose had said before the…

True Colors Hidden, Beauty Forgotten

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Copyright Eli Edward Evangelidis
How can you say that you will show Your inner truth like blood on snow When you keep truth hidden inside Rather than risk hurting your pride How deep within does your pain go?
What you hide within cannot grow The light in your soul will not show Do you know what resides inside How can you say
Do you think that your love can grow Not letting your true colors show Who you are is always denied What you wish is hidden inside Is a lie worth getting to know How can you say
~Cie~
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Note: For tonight's exercise in self-abuse, I have chosen the Rondeau. I don't know about you, but I find this to be a challenging form. Here is how you form a Rondeau. (1) A A B B A (2) A A B with refrain: C (3) A A B B A with concluding refrain C. The refrain must be identical with the beginning of the first line. Christine says that while she encourages pieces that touch on the lived experiences of those who identify as LGB…