The Terrorist 2012- Prose (The Full Unedited Version)

•February 23, 2012 • Leave a Comment

Before I continue, this piece is for broadminded adults only.

I wrote a piece in February of 2006, wrote a lot of poems and other works during that season. It was good enjoying me and my girlfriend on the beaches of San Francisco, California overlooking the Golden Gate Bridge and I suddenly had this creative vision of what I wrote about. The poem describes in detail what is going on, so I won’t write a spoiler before the read.

I wrote this piece to scare myself, and I hope it scares the Beetlejuice out of you.

This will be a selected piece that will be in the future release of “Forest of Caves II: Deeper Within the Flesh”.

Crystal blue
He sits and watches next to a cliff overlooking the Golden Gate Bridge
And he knows moments from now, the bridge will fall.
He watches the families drive and pass by.
He watches the couples holding hands,
And he sits and waits for the time commanded
It ticks as he reaches down for his cell phone.

Crystal fool,
He knows it is his job to do this,
His family will be well paid and cared for,
While all of those who walk and drive oblivious on that bridge fall.
Fall, BLOWN TO PIECES, Fall
He knows his country will roar in history,
For being the ones responsible for the destruction,
And war will strike for a while,
But his duty is to watch it all go down,
The plastic explosives will clutch tightly like a baby being held.

The timer will tick and time will soon run out.

A group of school children all walk in single file
And holding hands
While the teachers walk and watch,
And all of them will be oblivious to the ticking.

A diesel drives hauling gasoline,
The driver listens to Johnny Cash’s “Ring of Fire” on the radio,
And he doesn’t think about any one,
But his life so far away from home.

His wife will get that phone call a few days later… with a check handed to her,
But it is not her husband…
A man handling a flower to the one he cares for,
The two of them just got married,
The both of them talked of having children,
And spend the rest of their human life together…
Their friends and family will all mourn for the two of them.

A man who cannot take it anymore is walking as well,
But he wants to die, so it won’t bother him so much at all.
He had his own reasons for falling.

A baby without any perception of anything
Will never get to know life,
Will never learn about Rimbaud, Jack London, or even Thoreau,
Or Blake, or Edgar Allen Poe.
Or watch sports,
Or simply learn that possible road that new born could have had,
And this all goes on well, while the ticking suddenly becomes slow.

FIVE…
FOUR…
THREE…
TWO…
ONE…
And you can’t even imagine the thoughts going on
Within those five seconds left
In this terrorists mind.
And the terrorist grabs his cell phone and dials detonation.
…It has been done.

(c) 2012 The Distorted Poet, Michael G. Stone
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

“DaBbLe Sit DoWn AnD DaBbLe” Distorted Poetry (Free Verse February 19, 2012)

•February 18, 2012 • Leave a Comment

This free verse will be released with other titles in the upcoming release of
“Forest of Caves II: Deeper Within the Flesh” (Coming soon)
In the meantime, enjoy one of the many pieces that will be in the book. This one, which is free verse as I decided to use the letters of each word in the title as the beginning Word for each stanza, and then used each letter from that word as the first letter in each line. Please enjoy. I am not really sure what I could categorize this as. I do feel as I broke a boundary of some sort, similar to William S. Burroughs and Brion Gysin’s cut up theory. I’ll think of something… in the meantime, 3njoy.

“Dabble Sit Down and Dabble”.

Dabble, as it may seem
Angle inside a cave, or perhaps a hilltop or a tree.
Become a new self, if that is what yoU wish to be.
Beware of millions who will never understand you
Leaving anything, takes it toll on the breed.
Enjoy that path if what is what you choose.

Sit, and listen to me for a while,
Intervention time is now, and not tomorrow.
Thus, I beg of you to close your eyes and let go.

Down, you kneel your head and visualize
Opal moons and indigo blue skies.
Wait until that shooting star begins to fall
Nourish that mystical wish onto its call.

And wake up to listen once again,
Nurturing that snap of the fingers; CRISP, SLaP And SssPLASH!
Dreaming of something new and cleansed once again.

Dabble your thoughts of a vision of any ocean,
An eagle fLieS from the westerN Pacific.
Beautiful and blUE as the skiEs aboVe during a sun-raY glaZe.
Before the day ends you see out in the distance an atom bomb cloud rise intensely from the East
Lighting up the sky with its intensity,
Ever-GLAZeD into your soul, rotting crisp fleSH and dust into the air.
-End-
(c) 2012 The Distorted Poet, Michael G. Stone

“JUST ANOTHER MOTHER TO HER DAUGHTER” A Poem from the New Release “Forest of Caves II: Deeper Within the Flesh” Coming Soon

•February 13, 2012 • Leave a Comment

I’ve done a lot of reading about kids who grow up to have this edge about them. And most of it comes from emotional abuse from their parental guardians. One in particular is when a mother tells her child he or she wishes they were never born. That one alone seems to be the subject in this poem I wrote, titled “JUST ANOTHER MOTHER TO HER DAUGHTER”.

However, this particular piece is one I wrote based on adult females who have felt and heard these words, if worse than… if you can imagine anything worse than being told by your own mother that she wished you were never born into this world we now reside in.

Abuse is a big part of the way individuals become a sort of derangement and detached aura as the years progress and they become older in life. This piece may offend many, and many will feel very emotional while reading this piece I have worked on for a few days now. As this piece is very emotional on many levels I do not mean any harm to those who can really relate to this piece. Enjoy the read.

“You were a mistake
And I wish you were never born.
And I wish you were dead.” Mother said without any regret.
And that soul of mine,
You know… the one you gave birth to?
That soul suddenly became a twisted, distorted cage,
And this cage I am always stuck inside of.
In that constant thought of hatred towards your own mother,
Just another mother to her child…
Just another mother to her daughter…

And after decades of suns and moons, while you are still around;
Taunting me with your evil eye and disgusted stare.
I can, and will not forgive what you said.

As it marinates, I hear you and family members wanting me to be your friend.
Yet, they have no idea what was told and said.
And until this day I will not forgive,
The horrors that you put me through,
Every time you said those words.

Just wait and see when I am older,
As you call and text bomb me… I will ignore you completely,
And never reply. And later you text and ask why do I never reply,
And I wonder why…

And as I grew older that time kept coming to mind
Those text bombs and phone calls,
And those thoughts over and over in my mind.
Lost in its gripping horror
Coiled in its womb.

From a mother to her child,
Torture was not what I deserved.
To feel those words coming from your own mother’s voice
Enraged and angered,
You never knew about my first kiss.
And thank goodness I do not recall my first birthday.
Hearing your voice now makes me feel two inches tall,
So I kept far away always from your site.
Until now…

And now you lie there,
Lying there on your death bed and I really don’t know what to say… anymore.
Should I let you know how I feel?
Or should I stand here silent as even on your very own death bed?
You say nothing,
And look the other way… And even there on your death bed,
You die shamelessly in vain.
-End-
(c) The Distorted, Michael G. Stone 2012

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Neighborhood Black Out in the Oakland, California Hills on Tuesday, January 17, 2012

•January 17, 2012 • Leave a Comment

Within the last two hours (7:30PM -9:30PM) tonight there have been three neighborhood black outs in the Lake Merritt/Oakland Hills region of the San Francisco Bay Area. I have not read anything about what is going on in the bay area aside from the scheduled Wiki leak black out beginning at midnight tonight.

With the eerie black outs during tonight I wonder if this is also a part of the protest that is going on. When the black out occurs, everything in the neighborhood’s electricity shuts down, radiating a very eerie black.

At around 10:00pm PST the power went out until 12:00am and suddenly turned back on. People were having trouble getting into their electric powered garages, and neighbors walked around with flashlights, sitting on their porches or peaking outside through their windows.

I read someone reporting two outages in San Francisco, Ca Between 10:00am and 12:00pm earlier today.

I just thought I would report this, considering the wiki leaks website demonstrates instruction on why they are having this scheduled black out during the anti SOPA (Stop Online Piracy Act) act as well as the PIPA (Protect IP Act) act.Go to Wiki Leaks for more info.

As of January 18, 2012 WikiPedia looks like this:

Thoughts on Southern Gothick’s – Intense Passion to Intense Horror

•January 13, 2012 • Leave a Comment

Not every person who has witnessed horror in their lives see’s it coming. You are driving your daily routine to work in the morning, or you are taking the kids to school and suddenly witness a terrible accident of some sort. Perhaps a vehicle flipped over and cut off a diesel truck hauling fuel and well… you can imagine what could happen next.

You could be in another country and suddenly the police of that country takes you in, and secretly tells you to get money out of the ATM for him, or you will be behind bars for asking around for drugs. And of course you weren’t looking around for drugs, however the crooked police officer knows it is his word against yours in his country. And well, you either get the money for the officer, or you feel the wraith of someone in jail that simply hates people like you in their country…and that could be horror for some of you.

In Southern Gothicks, I will be publishing this series as written in an earlier blog. I wanted to discuss in a part of the book, there is a scene where two lovers Peter and his girlfriend Sarah begin making very exotic and romantic sex on Peter’s living room couch during the early morning hours of the day. While I take you through this in the book, I suddenly twist the waters and Peter begins to open his eyes and he suddenly isn’t into what Sarah and him are doing anymore.

Sarah, on the other hand is interrupted from the instant pleasure she is receiving and is confused and frustrated Peter almost threw her off of him, and she begins to realize why he did, and they are not in the living room anymore either and are in a completely different environment. What is that environment? Why aren’t they in the livingroom anymore? Well, that’s just a tiny glimpse of what is to come in the Southern Gothick Series.

I won’t tell you what is written next, however, I will tell you for that brief moment in the story you will want to know what happens, and it isn’t at all pretty.

In my opinion, when I create a character in a horror, or any other fictional character, I like to scare myself. So when I write an intense part in a book, you should know that I am scared shit-less writing it on paper. But that intensity of being forced to keep going, and writing what lies within and bringing the story out is hard work. Most of the time I must walk away from the page and drop the pen on the desk, get up, and literally walk away and grab something to drink, make some tea, wash my face, or go outside and stick a nail coffin into my mouth and smoke that for the six minutes it takes to suck down. A story in the book I wrote “The Dreamer is Still Asleep – Short Stories for Those Haunted” there is a story in that book titled “Silence, the Cruel Demon Part I”. That story was extremely intense writing for me. Having a child tied to a tree and burned alive, now that’s insanity… and my creative direction took me there, and damn it was an intense ride for me. But that is how Silence becomes the Cruel Demon that she is. I wanted to create shock value in the character Silence. Instantly you felt the pure heart of a little girl playing with her best friend, and end in a complete nightmare. I wanted to make parent readers, if readers of such category be; cringe in fear of how their own husband or wife could someday just blow a lid and become instantly irrational to the point of killing their own child. And there are plenty of documented and realistic articles on the subject.

Passion is intense for those of you who have felt such a delicate encounter of heart, body and soul. And well, intense horror just brings that joy into a one hundred eighty degree joy ride straight to trauma. Without warning, just instant surprise. A rose being given to you for the very first time, or a rose given to you for the first time in a VERY long time can also be passionate, as we all know; or SHOULD know. :- )

I’ll post a release date for the first in the series of “Southern Gothicks” soon. I know I wrote probably by the 1st of January… well, soon enough.

Enjoy your Friday the 13th.
-TDP

The Distorted Poet Present’s: Southern Gothicks – (A Digital Series of A Darker Age) Chapter One Coming soon!

•December 24, 2011 • Leave a Comment

The world is a bit different now. Strange creatures have evolved due to a wiccan ritual sayonce done by four witches inside a Redlands cemetery in sunny southern California during a full moon. And now, demons the townspeople call soulcatchers are roaming rampant in the town of Moreno Valley, California and it seems they are unstoppable.

Well, the above synopsis is a short paragraph description of what you will read in the book I have decided to title Southern Gothicks. This book will be divided into chapters and available soon on Amazon.com as a kindle download. So if you do not have a kindle, I would advice you to get yourself one soon.

I am not 100% sure when the first chapter will be published, but I am thinking January 1, 2012.
The story is filled with supernatural activity, witches, lust, passion, punk rock, gothic music, love and a whole lot of dark nature. I’ve been drawing these creatures for over a decade now, and have posted them publicly on other websites. I should have a few of the photographs uploaded into this blog for you to view what they look like. Black and soul like creatures. I won’t go into detail about them due to spoiling it for readers interested.

I’m excited about this and have been working on it for quite sometime. I had noticed authors in history some author’s would publish penny publishing’s where they would publish a chapter and sell them for a penny during their time. Well, these chapters will be 4.99usd each. I imagine a penny back in the 1800′s is at least worth 5usd, right? Nowadays $4.99usd can barely buy you a meal in this market that we reside in, and well these chapters you will be able to keep and perhaps let your family members and friends read while you have it on your kindle also. I will also have it available for borrowing in kindles library section. During the 1900′s, a nickel could purchase a movie, hotdog, a cola beverage (Pop some would call it or Soda) and popcorn.
We’re definitely a long way away from then, however…a dollar doesn’t buy you squat in today’s day and age. If you put a dollar in a parking meter for example, well…you’re not going to get much time for your vehicle, and those meter maids sure do love soul sucking you good, don’t they?
A parking ticket out here in San Francisco can range anywhere from 50-75usd now, depending on where you parked your vehicle out here… so yeah… I’m getting off track here with this random parking tangent. I should photograph a modern day ticket and post it on here that I recently received. Oh, I did? Wow, go figure…

So, 4.99usd for a chapter to keep will go a long way, and well…if you enjoy the first chapter, there will be a lot more where that came from. And you won’t be disappointed. I know I am not, while working on these recent chapters. *Grins*

Anyways, I will write more soon on the subject later today and I will post a piece I have been working on of prose for readers eyes.

Cheers and happy holidays,
Michael G. Stone

A Lecture on Writing in the Modern World – Passion or Profit?

•December 22, 2011 • Leave a Comment

Today, like all things I sometimes wonder about the worlds outlook on modern literature. After reading literature (Interviews, Documentaries) on authors of today I have noticed a lot of them write in the junction of selling a book to market. “What sells?” was an “above all” method and inspiration in many of the authors minds that I read and watched documentaries and interviews on.

So the question I have would be to myself as an American Author is “Would you rather write for your own passion, or for profit?”. And well, profit is something that is illusive in our daily lives. With the stock market failing and our world positioning to start a rise on a new world march into a new world war, I would have to say I will always write for passion of myself.

When I create fiction for example, I write to entertain my creative ideas that over come me and become visual as I write them down onto the paper with ink. And later write and edit it in manuscript format. As I write this I look over at the pack of Pall Mall cigarettes; the kind my grandmother once smoked before she passed away and I want to go outside and light it up, since I do not smoke in doors. However, I feel that going outside right now would only lose my focus on the subject at hand.

When I have readers and friends read my work, I get the admiration and I am proud to see them feel emotions unlike what they would with other works. Emotions of tears, laughter, love, romance, and well… sometimes they’re offended and they are feeling grotesque thoughts about what they just read, considering some of my work is in fact horror fiction.

I had a woman read a piece about a female who slit her wrists. I can’t think of the poem’s title at the moment and won’t worry about looking for the title, however after reading she was immediately offended and almost burst-ed into tears; and I asked why? At first, she was skeptical to do so, and then she took the leather bands from her wrists; both of them were slit downwards, not sideways, but downwards. She said this is why it offended her, cause she was once a victim of what I wrote as a fictional poem. My fiction was her reality.

I remember while in church youth groups as a minor/teenager, I would have colleagues during session read my work during recess periods to congregate with each other and I would watch them literally fall into tears, and that to me was passionate, to see them fill their eyes with emotional tears, falling from their eyes. And that is why I write, even today. Cause I know my writing touches the hearts and minds of people and individuals, no matter what race or creed. And that to me is passion at its best. And to me, it’s very desirable to see ones emotions come out when they pick up a piece I’ve written before my very own eyes and watch them fill their hearts and minds with emotion. That is what modern writing is to me in this world. Passion and not profit.

Perhaps the world has always been like this with the focus strictly on making a wage to profit in our world. Which in some respects is understandable, and in other respects I find doing so doesn’t really bring out the soul in the writer, but the wanting and desire to write for the people of that period. The people want to read something that brings forth their focus drawn into something interesting that has been manifesting during that point in their lives to some extent. Other readers wish to drift away from their daily lifestyles and find something uncharted or exciting, I will put it.

Vampire novels for example; and in my opinion have been exhausted by no end and yet; it is considered by many as a romance or some sort of sexy time read, as I will call it. I by no means have ever written about vampires and never will. Why, do you ask… it sells and readers flock to it, right? I can understand the distorted passions in reading a vampire novel; it has charm, a sense of romance and a code of lust we all secretly want in our own lives, and I don’t write this sentence in a literal sense of the meaning either. Bloodletting by no means is desirable to me and I do find myself guilty of my literature to be irrational in some respects aside from it being fiction and not non-fiction. Today, in our age I have noticed in many that people find fiction to relate in correlation to real life events. And if it seems irrational (Mind you, it’s fiction to begin with, right?) the reader thinks naturally for some strange and odd reason “Oh, I don’t like this book, it’s not realistic.” People are also guilty of doing this with film today as well. And forget it is entertainment, and not a social medium to educate. You want education, go to college perhaps?

A science fiction novel for example that isn’t written logically in the minds of those educated in science will ridicule a fiction writer if his work is not “logical” would be a great one to argue.

Free speech is now under a new statute as far as American amendments are concerned. And well, American lives can and will be considered endangered if we use our own minds, free speech and free will and amendment rights now in this United States Of America.

President Abraham Lincoln once said and it is documented when I quote:

“We the people are rightful masters of both congress and the courts, not to overthrow the constitution but to overthrow the men who pervert the constitution.”

This photograph I posted is something I had done in respect to our old President and one of the many good presidents in our history “Abraham Lincoln”. So under the new DNAA (national defense authorization act) bill that was passed, doesn’t this mean Our President Barack Hussein Obama is a terrorist? According to Abraham Lincoln, HE IS!~!

Are the ones who voted for this bill to be passed also considered Terrorists in our own country? Passion or Profit people? I prefer passion, and my amendment rights. I am an American author, poet and United States of American Citizen.

I am a man who would take an oath in office to serve and protect my constitution, not dilute it, not ridicule it, not call it “An imperfect document” as our president Barack Obama said not too long ago in previous statements.

In the book “Barack Hussein Obama The Audacity of Hope” pages 89-92 it reads “I have to side with Justin Breyer’s view of the constitution – that it is a static but living document and must be read in the context of an ever changing world.” This man placed an oath to “Serve, Protect and defend the Constitution of the United States.” Well, so much for that America… Now the senate has passed a law to imprison us American Citizens WITHOUT charge OR trial. IS that freedom? No. Is that Profit? I imagine it is. Is it passionate? To a scumbag criminal, perhaps it always will be…

I’m just absurdly upset about this, and that it actually passed in our own motherland.
MY MOTHERLAND! And if you are a real American, YOUR MOTHERLAND AS WELL! This is insane, and what kind of glory does any man get from this? A terrorist would LOVE this in my opinion, and I am not and never will be a terrorist, I am a United States American Author and citizen of the people in this country. It’s almost like a little kid crying after taking his or her toy away. Why does the parent do this? To teach him or her a lesson in life? Or does the parent do it for other reasons?

Ugh…I’m done writing this… *Presses the Publish to the world into the public domain to read button*

P.S. WHY ARE ALL NEWS MEDIAS “NOT” COVERING THIS??? Are they paid to keep their mouths shut, or else they’re considered terrorists also? WHAT HAPPENED TO FREEDOM OF THE PRESS? Alright, I’m done… It’s almost like someone is making our GOV do this…

An Excerpt from the Upcoming Book Release; Forest of Caves II: Deeper Within the Flesh

•December 13, 2011 • Leave a Comment

What I am posting below is something I wrote in the span of two weeks. Even though it is a short piece, I took the time to write one line per day, and twelve days straight. This will be one of many selected poems on the new release of “Forest of Caves II: Deeper Within the Flesh. And as of now, there is no current and public release date, considering I am still working on Deeper Within the Flesh and rewriting the whole piece.

With many thoughts on the mind; the sun, the rain, the snow, and the recent lunar eclipse that just passed this weekend I felt like creating a piece with only one line per day. During the eclipse I had taken some video footage and photographs. I have posted one of the photographs for viewing here on this post. The rest of the footage will be in a future book teaser I will be posting up on youtube for public viewing.

Anyways, enough bantering for now and here is the piece titled “If… the snow”

If the snow was so delicate
Falling onto my bare skin
…Melting momentarily
Then, turning to ice within.

If your eyes were so delicate
Falling for my soul
Feeling like an eternity
Then, drifting away again.

If the snow was so delicate.
…If the snow was so delicate.
If the snow was so delicate…
Then why do I feel so cold?
-End-
The Distorted Poet, Michael G. Stone
(Written in between November 29 – December 11, 2011)

Enjoy your day and thank you kindly for being a reader.
-Michael

Forest of Caves: The Darkest Garden Book Teaser

•December 1, 2011 • Leave a Comment

‘Niomkin appears in front of me
Her amethyst hair glowing
…And she speaks.
“You should have let me kill Rodan. But no, you left me to die instead.
I will come back soon and this time; he will be dead.”
She said, slicing me with her razor blade nails.
“I will come again.” Niomkin said.
And she disappeared from the darkest garden.’
-An excerpt from the book Forest of Caves: The Darkest Garden

Not many will even comprehend who the character Niomkin nor Rodan is, until I release a future book that will not be available to the public anytime soon. Not that I am not working on it, however, I just do not plan on publishing it anytime soon. I was hoping some random hot shot of a literary agent would come and swoon me off my feet. (Yes, I meant swoon, not swoop.)

In the meantime, the only person that will understand the stanza above is me. Which is fine, I kind of like the suspense of it all kind of marinating in readers minds, which is always nice. Neither of them are characters you wouldn’t really expect from anyone. So they’re two main characters I simply have a hard on for, and stay erect in so many respects while continuing on writing them. So far, there are two books about these two characters…however, I am not here to talk about future events. I am writing now to write about a book teaser.

The teaser took me 12 man hours total to create. 12 hours of thinking what to do, how to do it, and what kind of a soundtrack with chosen songs that seemed mildly appropriate. And Haujobb and another Daniel Myer project titled Cleen (Not sure if he will come out with another album from this band) were two choice picks for this particular piece. And received kind permission to use the work. Thanks again Daniel.

I enjoy editing software, it’s amazing stuff. You can pinpoint a timeline between a song and a frame and viola! It just comes together, and it takes a lot of time and patience to do. I imagine a lot of people get paid to do it, and I am not one of them.

The Darkest Garden has been out since 2009. (January 4, 2009) It is the third and final chapter of the Forest of Caves Trilogy, as I have written in earlier blog postings, so I won’t babble on about it.
Other titles inside of the book, to write a few are; “The ancient soldier Part I”, “A conversation with sapphire”, “The kiss to you” and one before last titled “Say farewell to the darkest garden”.

Yes, you would think with a title like that, it would have been the last poem written in the book. However, it is not. And I will not mention the title either. Perhaps you could read it for yourself. Or perhaps someone will reply on this blog and spoil it for the both of us. *Winks*
In the meantime and enough of my babbling on like a drunken seaman; please watch the book teaser and I hope you enjoy.

IF you feel enticed enough to purchase a copy for yourself or your friends, just follow the links on this blog to the right of your browser (Where it reads “Blogroll”) and enjoy.

Thanks for being a reader.
- (((oOo))) Michael

The Original Title of the Short Story: The Dreamer is Still Asleep [The Never Before Told Story Behind the Original Title of the Book]

•November 21, 2011 • Leave a Comment

I would like to add before I begin is that I worked hard in writing the character development of Christopher Lane in this short story that I had finalized the title “The Dreamer is Still Asleep”.

I rewrote it ten times with ink before finalizing it into manuscript form. Normally when I write something, I will write it once in ink, and then edit and rewrite it while in manuscript format.

Well, The Dreamer is Still Asleep was a perfect title for the work of fiction, however it was not originally titled that. The original title was called “Twisted Lover”. You see, while writing it I would listen to the musical group coil, and the original title wasn’t really something I had set in stone, although I found the title catchy enough to keep in hand for a while.

While writing the final manuscript in book format I already had printed out the short story. Read it again and again and looked at the title and thought “Hmm, I don’t want this title considering it is a good one…I feel indecisive with it.” A few minutes passed and viola! The song “The Dreamer is Still Asleep” came on. I sat back and reminded myself about how Sleazy gave me permission to use Coil as a back drop for future spoken word works as long as I didn’t publish it on dvd format and use it for profit. And I gave him my word I never would. And published the title of the book with the new short story title with “The Dreamer is Still Asleep – Short Stories for Those Haunted”, Considering there are a lot of other short stories within the book as I added the rest of the title with “Short Stories for Those Haunted”.

Completing the book and shortly after publication I decided to create a book teaser and make sure I gave credit where credit was due to the band members of Coil and also mentioned I was given permission in the credits of the teaser.

So with this in mind, I decided to create the book teaser with the song in the background. The Teaser can be viewed Below.

I was fortunate to get to know a little about Sleazy through email correspondences Shortly before his passing. We talked about coming out to Thailand and he mentioned how it would be best if I were to go alone. He also wrote in the correspondence that if I were to go with someone, the capturing of the environment as a whole wouldn’t be taken in quite effectively if I were to have brought someone along for the trip. I never did go on the trip, though I wish I could have…although it wasn’t meant to be during that time.

I am currently in still the ink development of writing and working on the second part of the short story that is titled “The Dreamer is Still Asleep PT. II”.

I am enjoying working again with the main Character Christopher Lane, who in the second part of this story will have a more clear perspective of what is going on in the story. The original story is vague and gives the reader a feeling that everything that is happening in the story is true, however;
part II will give the reader an understanding of what I mean when I changed the title to The Dreamer is Still Asleep.

Thank you for reading this blog and I do love and adore that you are indeed a reader.
-The Distorted Poet
Michael G. Stone

 
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