This author currently resides in Bucks County of Pennsylvania. He is a sporadic writer & frequently attends support groups locally at The Reach Out Foundation of Morrisville (rofbucks.net). He goes by the simple nom-deplume of "Mick" in his daily life. A drop-out from College and learner of life's little lessons.
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Published: September 5, 2017.
Fiction » Fantasy » General
Featuring several essays and short stories including a rough cut of "The Res Kid." What you see in the book has been described as "slacker type... but fun" to read fiction. It begins with "Being Happy Go Lucky With Jesus and Ourselves" sifting through the quagmire of righteous and profane.
The most absurd thing about him, had it been a laughing matter, was the way he steered his horse; in his hand he held a stick and on the opposite end of the stick hung a carrot, dangling before the poor beast's snout. He fell from the saddle rather than dismount as the carrot and stick was released from his grasp. The horse gobbled up its prize and shuffled about four feet from him and fell dead o
He feels a sensation of flight, flying forward at a great momentum. The world rushes past him at an incredible rate, he can feel his cheeks and face quiver like gelatin with the G- forces. There's an incredible thunder clap of sound, an explosion so loud that he assumed that the entire world had blown into a billion pieces around him, as if it were a crystal ball smashed with a hammer. KABOOOM!
“Raven’s Feather from unwholesome fen… Raven’s Feather from unwholesome fen… Raven’s Feather from unwholesome fen… Raven’s Feather from unwholesome fen… Raven’s Feather from unwholesome fen… Raven’s Feather from unwholesome fen…”
Cackling with laughter, seated casually in an inferno of flames that did not burn him, bleeding profusely from the wrists, genitals boiling in blood, he chanted.
She herself is far too ordinary. Others may have commented on how her beauty, but they would call just about anything beautiful. To her, it was a hollow word. As a girl, she had once cavorted in a mound of fertilizer because she had believed that it would magically expedite her growth much like that of plants; for which a farmer relative of hers had named it "miraculous". It wasn't until afterward