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Book trolls

I can’t help but wonder why people get on sites like Goodreads and Amazon only to purposefully bash an author’s work.  Do people have no shame?  Is this what I have to look forward to in the future of my writing career?  

I completely expect bad reviews.  Hell, I expect my first published novella to be chock full of negative feedback.  However, a respectful and constructively critical review completely outweighs a 1 star.  It’s not the stars that bother me, by the way.  It’s the people who get on review sites and claim with hostility how much a book sucks.  Really?  Did the written words contained between two covers (or electronic device in our technological savvy era) push you that much over the edge that you had to respond with such hatred and fury?  

Well, I guess I’ll just have to sit back and endure the haters, trolls, and nincompoops who hide behind screens when mommy and daddy are asleep.  I’ll saunter to my writing corner and celebrate when any kind of review comes my way, all with a smile on my face.  *throws confetti*

From the little to the big dogs…

For the past couple months, I’ve been toying with the idea of writing an actual novella.  I’ve pretty much been keeping my comfort zone within short stories and flash fiction, but I think I really have something.  I wrote a nasty little ditty not too long ago called The Pink Bag, and I’m going to expand on the idea of a mentally tormented little girl.  Yes, it may seem cliche….little girl goes nuts, begins killing spree, seems so innocent that there’s no POSSIBLE way that she could be insane.  However, I want to take this a step further.  I want to actually put my past demons into this little girl:  My addictions, my fears, my pain.  Maybe writing this as a pseudo-autobiography would be part of my healing process.  If anybody has done this sort of thing, I’d love your insights.

Excerpt from “The Stranger”

Here is an excerpt that I wrote recently for a writing challenge.  The original story is only 805 words, and I may lengthen it for my anthology.  I hope you enjoy it!

Her eyes remained shut as she rolled over on to her back and allowed him to position himself on top of her.  Insecurities drained away with his every move.  She reached out to touch and explore his body and noticed there was a long scar-like line going from his chest to his navel.  It began to open, and inside the scar hairy bristles began to protrude.  Her arms were forcibly thrown above her head.  She wanted to scream, but her desire to be physically taken by the stranger kept her voice silent.  He noticed that she wasn’t going to fight, so he lessened his grip.  Her hands followed his arms to his chest.  The opening widened even further.  Beneath his ribs was coarse hair that pulsated outward from the cavity.  His human skin wrinkled and retracted.  Bloody mucus surrounded the hairy beast that landed directly onto her stomach.  The human man was no longer as the demon landed on her pelvis.  All she could feel was passion.  She didn’t care what it was as long as it fulfilled her womanly desires. 

As she writhed in ecstasy, the beast stood on her stomach and gazed upon her chest.  It heard her fast beating heart and drooled in hunger.  Black claws reached down and scraped her milky skin.  She couldn’t wait any longer.  She finally was allowed to open her eyes to gaze on her mysterious lover.  She found the bushy devil with its arms raised above its head.  Before she could let out a scream, it sunk its stubby paw into her chest.  Blood spurted from her mouth as the thing searched for a slippery piece of meat to grab on to.  Its yellow eyes widened, and its fang-filled mouth curled up in anticipation.  With a sudden jerk, it pulled out her heart, and she gasped her last breath.  In her last seconds before the darkness, she saw the beast stare into her teary eyes and grinned as it took a huge bite and gnawed her organ.  And then it was black.