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THE DARK SIDE OF BEING DIFFERENT (BEAUTY AND THE BEAST)

March 19th, 2017

The Dark Side of Being Different
(Beauty & the Beast)

Posted on Fanstory January 20, 2015

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Copyright © 2015 by K. Lorraine Books

Graphic, courtesy of Bing Public Domain

I thought I’d change up this week’s blog up a bit.

The new movie Beauty and the Beast debuted in the theaters this weekend. “Despite her fears, Belle befriends the castle’s enchanted staff. And she learns to look beyond the Beast’s hideous exterior. She realizes the kind heart and soul of the true Prince within.”

This prompted me to delve into my archives. I remembered a short story that I had written. I found it. I thought you might enjoy my version of a take on Beauty of the Beast from 2015, Alien style.

Darkness protects us from seeing the things we would not rather see. She was gone and he needed to run or face a life of interment in the underground penal camps. They had taunted him mercilessly… He had no time to weep over his deceased mother’s body.

Oden, and his fellow aliens of Planet, Eco, were a race of giants. They weren’t particularly loathsome or terrible. They were gentle and didn’t commit atrocities, or torture innocent creatures. They didn’t try to lay claim over them in victory. They were noble, charming and indifferent. They had beautiful feral brown eyes and unruly brown hair.

Oden’s mother was an alien endowed with a mid section of enormous proportion. Her inherent absent-mindedness gave her a misfit quality. She was always in a hurry. Her large feet forced her clumsiness.

Azalia, Oden’s mother, fell hopelessly in love with Sprat. Sprat, unlike his wife, was a handsome Alien specimen. He was blessed with windswept chestnut hair that arched across his hairy forehead. His high cheekbones showed off his otherwise handsome face. His tall, slim build was deceptive. And the alien colony referred to the couple as unusual.

After their marriage, Azalia soon became pregnant. She gave birth to a defective one-eyed Alien boy. And his parents named him Oden. The alien colony ostracized the couple. Azalia had given birth to a displeasing child. He was hideous to look at.

In spite of the criticism, Sprat loved his wife and son. He did everything in his power to protect them from the harsh alien community where they lived.

As a child, Oden was violent. He used his uncontrollable nature against his peers. Azalia worked hard to teach Oden methods to help calm and control his behavior.

She read about how the Earth developed a means to tame children with behavioral problems. She believed in her love. She would find a way to protect him at all cost. She sought an appropriate environment to conquer the evil that possessed her child. She wanted to help Oden achieve inner peace.

Azalia was sure their problems would end if they moved to the Planet Earth. She said to Sprat, “My husband, our son is becoming excessively troubled. And this is causing him to lose more control. If we don’t act soon, we might lose him forever in the behavioral correction camps of the Aliens.”

Sprat answered, “Azalia, I know your desperation well. I want our son to be normal. And I sympathize with you. I understand it is your desire to make this happen, regardless of the costs. Wife, if it will help Oden, then we must move.”

He was different from his peers on Planet Eco. They had heard of the Earth’s catacombs beneath New York City.

The Planet Eco was a safe, clean and brilliant environment. The Planet’s World Leader created the embodiment of positive progressive growth. So, his parents saw fit to arrange for his transport from his home planet. And, Oden and his parents moved anyway. But, once settled on Earth, he knew he had to flee from there too, or he would perish.

They had moved to a place where the air was sour, the citizens were hungry and the water was putrid. Its citizens lived in surroundings covered in dust and filth.

Oden didn’t understand the meaning of a vision his mother had. She described a vision she had on the day of her death. She spoke of angels. She talked about the sounds of ethereal music with its beauty. She talked of vivid colors; a place filled with everlasting peace.

Oden knew the reason for his mother’s death. She had inhaled Earth’s stagnated air. It saddened him that he was now alone without his mother. Sprat couldn’t accept Azalia’s dying. He knew it was for the best to leave his son on Earth.

Sprat returned alone to his home Planet of Eco to mourn the death of his wife, Azalia.

Looking into the future seemed fruitless for Oden. He failed to see how this new World called Earth, would help him. He only saw that his life would end in death, caused by prolific diseases of microscopic bacteria. These tiny micro-orgasms lived in the wastewater of Planet Earth. He reasoned that humans had become immune to the abundant toxicity existing around them.

The earthlings told Oden, that his deformity was a punishment. The punishment was because of his parent’s prior acts. The humans called Oden a Cyclops, and they feared him because he was different.

This crushed Oden’s heart. Love was the reason behind his birth. He now realized that the beauty of love would never belong to him. The humans banished him to live his life in the sewers under New York City.

For the first time in his meager existence, Oden was cognizant of his deformity. It was a disgrace that he could no longer ignore. His wrath, hatred, despair, and anger brought forth a thousand lightning flashes. A horrid light radiated from his eye.

He used the power bestowed by his departed mother. It was a gift of her love. She left him with the power to remove the disease and pestilence from the Earth’s air and oceans. The release of the epic energy calmed his violence and his broken heart began to mend. In an instant, he absolved humanity of their stupidity. He forgave them for decimating the rain forests and depleting the world’s natural resources.

With this forgiveness, Oden was no longer a pathetic and lonely Cyclops. He forgave them for the chaos and the annihilation of the world’s oxygen.

But, in doing so, he no longer had any power. He lost the ability to free himself from the anguish of a heart that discovered brokenness.

Scion, a beautiful street dancer from Planet Eco had come to Earth.

“Go Scion. Go to Earth and do what you can to help my son.” Sprat said.

She was in awe of Oden’s reverence and humility. It was her job to show him all the excitement and wonderment of the world above, through her eyes.

“Oden, your father sent me from our planet to show you the beauty of love.”

But she was too late. Oden had already made up his mind. The hope that once lived in his was gone. His heart now only saw bitterness and failure.

She saw Oden pull his knife from his belt.

“Stop, Oden, don’t do this.”

But, her words were in vain. His full lips quivered. His chest heaved starving for air to fill his lungs. And his thoughts were drowning him. He thrust the knife into his heart. Scion’s voice went unheard, and Oden fell to the ground.

Scion rushed to his side. She offered him a drop of water. But from that orb which had been so dry, a big tear fell and moistened the earth.

She cradled the dead mutant’s head in her lap. She closed his one eye and said, “Oden, your father sent me to return you to your native world. Your purpose was to open the eyes of the citizens to your bravery and heroism. But on earth, they still hide in the darkness with closed eyes. They avoid from seeing the things they would not rather see.”

Scion accompanied Oden’s body from the underground catacombs of New York City. An intergalactic shuttle was waiting for him in the shadows of the skyscrapers. The magnificent spaceship carried Oden’s lifeless body home to a hero’s welcome.

He had abolished his hatred and turned it into a selfless act. He had given his life in the hope of saving humanity.

Planet Earth was a dying planet that once mirrored his beloved homeland. But the earthlings still were blind to the dark side of being different.

At his memorial service, Scion elaborated in her eulogy. “The gentle Cyclops left his home planet as an outcast. But, he has now come home to his native world. We recognize that Oden deserves praise for his humanitarian service. He needlessly lost his life in another world. All because, humans failed to see his inner beauty over his external beast.

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The K.Lorraine Reading Room announces Book #2—-Dark Secret

February 20th, 2017

The K. Lorraine Reading Room announces book #2 – Dark Secret

The Reading Room book #2, will hit the shelf during the first week of March. Thus far, the K. Lorraine website has had 8,951 visits. This is quite an accomplishment.

Those who have stopped by to say hello, have found many interesting areas to read. Today, I’ve chosen to write about the Reading Room, since it is the newest part of the webpage.

The Mia Perez Series is blazing a trail across the globe. The stand alone books are HOT… so, why am I giving the books away one-by-one, you might ask?

The answer is simple. It’s getting more people to read them. It’s called a ‘marketing strategy’. I plan to get you hooked on the Mia Perez stand alone stories.

Once you start reading the first book, ‘Dark Secret’, in the Reading Room, you will want to come back and read the next book in the series.

In the original Mia Perez series, 2014, Unethical Doctor is the title of book one. But, because the series is still available for purchase, I needed to change the name and book cover. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be able to give it away FREE in The Reading Room.

Warning… Rated R. Adult content, Language

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Reviews written about Unethical Doctor… This was such an intriguing story and romantically awesome!! I have to imagine that a doctor and patient relationships isn’t uncommon. I had many melancholy for Mia being traumatized by such a fatal accident resulting in permanent spinal paralysis and due to her affliction, it was still quite a devastating circumstance to accept. I could understand her feelings of how unfair life can be sometimes, the fear as well as the enmity of once having useful working limbs to suddenly being impaired. It’s a blessing she survived such a tragic incident and due to her extensive career as well as for the affectionate attraction of her doctor all was not lost, in fact, I think she gained something very beautiful… Love! I truly enjoyed your story, it kept glued to the very end! Comment written 12-Sep-2014

A well written story that has a good flow, making it a very enjoyable read. The descriptions were also well written and gave a real feel for the crash scene and the hospital. Just enough to imagine without being too much. I also liked the dialogue, which seemed very natural. Comment Written 31-Aug-2014
This is very well written, mystery writer, you did an excellent job writing this story about the patient and doctor who fell for each other, during her recovery. I enjoyed reading it.
Comment Written 31-Aug-2014

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My strategy is that you’ll like everything about book ONE, ‘Dark Secret’, that you won’t want to wait month-after-month to read the entire five books.

Mia Perez was lucky to be alive after making it through a near fatal accident. She was placed in an induced coma by the Chief of Neurosurgery, Dr. Robert Chase.

When Mia awoke from her coma, the first person she saw was a very attractive man. But she was unaware it was the doctor who saved her life. Dr. Chase’s failing marriage opened the door to unethically begin competing for his young patient’s affections.

Dr. Chase manipulates ways of sexually arousing Mia Perez. He takes her to the depths of her subconscious where she had never gone before. Mia begins to wonder if Dr. Chase made love to her for research as a doctor, or from his heart as a man.

Dr. Jayne Anne White, psychologist, cautions the doctor that his patient is focused on her insatiable needs to please men. She has difficulty in learning how to adapt to the realities of paraplegia.

For Mia Perez to survive her post- injury depression, Dr. White realizes she would need to spend a great deal of time with her patient. But would Mia ever find the love she desired? And when does a gentle touch, turn into rape?

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I’ve talked about the book ‘Overcoming’, before. Although the Original book was good, I felt that I could improve it. Since the book Overcoming first came out in 2012, I’ve found a grammar check software. The editing software has made the re-writing task easier.

I also learned that most readers didn’t want to invest a lot of time reading a novel.

So, I dismantled the original Overcoming novel into five sections. The story was rewritten and became the Mia Perez five book Series.

In the earlier book, Overcoming, Giovanna Valdez was the protagonist.
Overcoming then became a five book series, The Mia Perez Perez stories.

In the 2017 revised book, ‘BROKEN’, Crisis of Faith, I kept the protagonist’s as name, Mia Perez. I reassembled the five books and joined them together. I’ve given the book new cover art in order to give the five book series a facelift.

‘BROKEN, Crisis of Faith, is a compilation of the five Mia Perez series. So, it is once again, a full length novel. The new novel will release in March, 2017, on Amazon Kindle… in the E-book store.

I still think the original story was a good book and deserves to return to its original venue of a full length novel.

As the author, I wouldn’t dissuade you from reading the original book. But the five stand alone stories are rewritten to improve the novel.

In the revised books, the storyline hasn’t changed. The new version has a slight plot twist. All-in-all, whichever version you choose, the book is the same.

‘BROKEN’, Crisis of Faith, IS AN EMOTIONAL, INSPIRATIONAL, TRIAL AND TRIUMPH STORY.

In conclusion, I hope that you will return to the Reading Room in March. Regardless, if you don’t want to read the entire five Mia Perez stories, ‘Dark Secret’, will give you insight. Life is not easy as a person with a disability.

Until next time…

Happy Reading!
K. Lorraine

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THE DARK SIDE OF BEING DIFFERENT–Blog #8–October 31, 2016

November 1st, 2016

Blog #8 October 31, 2016
Copyright © 2013 by K. Lorraine Books

Halloween Day

Today is the final story blog written for the 2016 Halloween season. I hope you enjoyed the trip to the dark side. Be on the safe side when you Tick or Treat tonight. Happy Halloween my friends, and I‘ll see you soon with new blogs of Funn things I blog about.

K. Lorraine

The Dark side of Being Different

Darkness protects us from seeing the things we would rather not see. She was gone and he needed to run or face a life of interment in the underground penal camps. They had taunted him and he didn’t have time to weep over his deceased mother’s body.

He was different from his peers on Eco. His parents saw fit to arrange for his transport. From a faraway planet, Oden came to live beneath the Earth’s catacombs in New York City. But he knew he had to flee from there too, or he would perish.

Oden, and his fellow aliens of Planet Eco were a race of giants. They were gentle. Eco was a planet that didn’t commit atrocities, or torture innocent creatures. They did not lay claim over their people to be victorious. They weren’t particularly loathsome or terrible.

They were noble, charming and indifferent. They possessed beautiful feral brown eyes and disheveled brown hair.

Oden’s mother was an alien endowed with a mid section of enormous proportion. Her inherent absent-mindedness gave her a misfit quality. She was always in a hurry. Her large feet forced her clumsiness. Azalia, Oden’s mother, fell in love with Sprat.

Sprat, unlike his wife, was a handsome Alien specimen. He was blessed with windswept chestnut hair that arched across his hairy forehead. His high cheekbones showed off his otherwise handsome face. His tall, slim build was deceptive. And the alien colony referred to the couple as unusual.

cyclopse-picAfter their marriage, Azalia soon became pregnant. She gave birth to a defective one-eyed Alien boy and his parents named him Oden. The alien colony ostracized the couple, because the appearance of their child was displeasing. In spite of the criticism, Sprat loved his wife and son. He did everything in his power to protect them from the harsh alien community where they lived.

Oden possessed a violent and sometimes uncontrollable nature that he used against his peers. Azalia worked hard to teach Oden methods to help calm and control his behavior.

She knew of the mirrored land called Planet Earth. She read about the planet Earth’s history. The earth had developed a means to tame children with behavioral problems. Azalia wanted to send Oden to earth. She thought the evilness that possessed her child would die. Her plea was to help Oden achieve inner peace.

Azalia was sure their problems would end if they moved to Planet Earth. She said, “My husband, our son is troubled, and this is causing him to lose more control. If we don’t act soon, we might lose him forever in the behavioral correction camps of the Aliens.”

Sprat answered, “Azalia, I know how much you want our son to be normal. And with sympathy, I understand it is your desire to make this happen, regardless of the costs. Wife, if it will help Oden, then we must move.”

The Planet Eco was a safe, clean and a brilliant environment. The Planet’s World Leader created the embodiment of positive progressive growth. Unaware of the dangers ahead, Oden and his parents moved to earth.

The citizens of earth were hungry. The water was putrid. The air was sour, and its citizens lived in surroundings covered in dust and filth.

Oden didn’t understand the meaning of a vision his mother described on the day of her death. She spoke of angels. She characterized the sound of ethereal music with its beauty. The colors that surrounded her were vivid. It was a place filled with everlasting peace.

Oden’s mother died without warning after inhaling Earth’s stagnated air. It saddened him that he was now alone without his mother. Sprat returned to his home, Planet Eco, along with his wife’s body to mourn her death. He left his son on Earth alone.

Looking into the future seemed fruitless for Oden. He failed to see how this new World called Earth, would help him. He only saw that his life would end in death. He too would die by prolific disease.

Microscopic bacteria and tiny micro-orgasms lived in the wastewater of the city sub level. He reasoned that humans had become immune to the abundant toxicity existing around them. But his immune system was pristine. He would not live long enough to acclimate to the sub-territory beneath the city.

The earthling majority warned Oden that his deformity was punishable. They judged his punishment by the prior acts of his parents.

The humans called Oden a Cyclops and they feared him because he was different. With a disheartened perspective, Oden feared he would never experience the beauty of love. The humans banished him to live his life at the deepest level of the sewers under New York City.

For the first time in his meager existence, Oden was cognizant of his deformity. A disgrace that he could no longer ignore. A thousand lightning flashes radiated from his eye. Wrath, hatred, despair, and anger came forth. He used the power bestowed by his departed mother. Her power was strong enough to remove the disease and pestilence from the Earth’s air and oceans.

The release of the epic energy calmed his violence and his broken heart began to mend. In an instant, he absolved humanity of their stupidity for decimating the rain forests. The depleted of the world’s natural resources began to re-strengthen.

With forgiveness for the chaos, Oden was no longer a pathetic and lonely Cyclops. But, he no longer had the power to free himself from the anguish of a heart that discovered brokenness.

Scion, a beautiful street dancer, was sent from Planet Eco by Sprat. She came to Earth to find Oden. It was her job to show him all the excitement and wonderment of the world above through her eyes.

Scion was in awe of Oden’s reverence and humility, but she was too late. She saw Oden pull his knife from his belt and thrust it into his heart. His full lips quivered, his chest heaved starving for air to fill his lungs. His thoughts were drowning him, and Scion’s voice went unheard; Oden fell to the ground.

Scion rushed to his side. She offered him a drop of water. But from the orb which had been so dry, a big tear fell, trickled down the Cyclops’ eye and moistened the earth.

She cradled the dead mutant’s head in her lap. She closed his one eye. “Oden, your father sent me to return you to your native world. Your actions on Earth were to open the eyes of the citizens to your bravery and heroism. But if your actions failed, then it was my duty to return you to your homeland. I see that they still hide in the darkness with closed eyes. They avoid seeing the things they would rather not see.”

Scion did as Sprat asked of her. She accompanied Oden’s body from the underground catacombs of New York City. An intergalactic shuttle brought the body home to a hero’s welcome. He had proselytized his hatred into a selfless act. Oden’s hope was to save humanity on a dying planet that mirrored his beloved homeland.

At his memorial service, Scion elaborated in her eulogy. “When you are different, life in the darkness is sometimes the only place where you can hide.”

She spoke of how the gentle Cyclops left his home planet as an outcast. But he came home to his native world. Regardless that he lost his life in the process, he deserved the humanitarian award.

On Halloween night, it’s not uncommon to see the other side of being different. But the day after, come back into the light to normalcy. Whatever, that might be…

Happy Halloween everyone!

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OPEN ARMS–Blog # 7, October 30th, 2016

October 30th, 2016

Copyright © 2013 by K. Lorraine Books

Day seven—blog #7 of Fright week, Scary Halloween stories.

2014 contest entry. Contest prompt; Open Arms.

Beware, the demons in your mind might awake and consume you.

Warning—explicit adult language

Open Arms

I remember running and running. The forest was thick. The ground was covered with fallen trees, and pine needles littered the path, making it difficult for me to keep up the pace. I had lost my sandals somewhere along the way and my feet were bare.

Scraped and bleeding, my feet felt the fire of pain. The white nightshirt that covered my sweat stained body exposed my nakedness. Ringlets of brown dyed hair hung down my shoulders. The wet hair left a brown ring of moisture around the neckline of my gown.

I labored in my breathing. My body was weak and tired… so tired. I finally cleared the woods and the open field ahead was beautiful. The green grass was calling my name and it invited me to lay down and rest. I sank to my knees and began to relax as I sank to the ground. I was drifting off into a deep slumber…girlinwoods-1

I felt a sense of peace, well-being and painless sleep. For the first time in years, my emotions were positive. I felt a sense of removal from the world. An awareness of being dead. And then, I entered into the world of darkness. I was moving upward faster and faster through a passageway toward a powerful light. I was in communication with someone. I had an intense feeling of unconditional love and acceptance. I saw my life flash before my eyes…

According to my mother, my birth was not easy. I was a ‘blue’ baby and she didn’t hear me cry when I was born. I was black and blue from the forceps slipping and cutting up the right side of my face. A pediatric nurse gave me a tracheotomy to help me breathe.

I found myself in time travel. Speeding forward to when I was five. I was still speeding through the tunnel of light and remembering that I was seventeen.

My head was spinning. The visions blurred. The dream always started and ended the same. Kneeling, I looked down upon myself. I was kneeling too.

I am frantic trying to untie a knot. I am upset and I keep getting hit in the face. And throughout the years when the dream happened over and over, I just got used to it. I convinced myself that I would be better if I drifted off into a permanent sleep.

In this dream, I felt like a puppet with its string cut. My body went limp; I stopped struggling. And all the stress left my body. I felt calm and peaceful. I began to wonder why I lost interest in those knots that used to seem important.

I knew now that I was having an out of body experience. I looked down and saw my tear stained face. I could see my spirit standing beside me with arms stretched open wide. My spirit was warm and so celestial.

The blood and sweat stains on my clothing were now cleansed. I was so beautiful, perfect in my laundered white nightshirt.

I could feel my spirit look at my colorless, lifeless, cold body. The spirit told my body goodbye. I started to move away in slow motion. I wanted to go into the warm circular opening toward the light.

My body separated with my spirit. Everything was happening from another perspective. All things from that moment went backwards to segments of my life. The review was not like a judgment… it was passive, more like an interesting novel.

It was then that I began to understand my dream and why I ran away from my life, family and home. Those knots represented my struggling. They represented my half brother’s sexual games. But why wouldn’t I allow myself to remember what was happening to me while he exploited me?

My spirit spoke and said, “You didn’t want to accept that his incest acts were not normal… they were evil. You survived, but you were not strengthened by his heinous sexual torture. But today, you realized that he was pulling you down into a spinning vortex and that you needed to get out.”

I remember grasping at the sides within the dark cavern, but there was nothing for my hands to hold onto.

He was grinning at me with blackened eye sockets and a gaping open mouth. I closed my eyes and pleaded for him to stop… it was the most horrendous experience I had ever gone through. But then, I managed to open my eyes, I screamed, forcing myself from shaking hands with the grim reaper.

I gouged and clawed at his face and somehow I found the strength to push my half brother off me. Our parents weren’t home. I remember running through the house in the white nightshirt. My sandals lay on the floor by the front door, and I leaned over to grab them.

I was approaching a border, or a decision to return to my body. The hellish experience I lived through finally came to rest. For most of my life I was dependent on the outer limits of my brother’s actions. I came to the realization of the greater truths and the power of inner peace.

I was then in the most beautiful garden I’d ever seen. I felt whole and loved. HE said, “It’s up to you whether you come to me.”

I heard celestial music. I saw bright colored flowers, gorgeous greenery and trees. I’d never seen anything so beautiful before. It was exactly the way the Bible had described heaven. Maybe it was fate that brought me here. I thought. Life doesn’t change, you change it.

Fact or Fiction… or was this a clever Halloween story to scare you?

You decide; and Happy Halloween reading.

K. Lorraine

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SHE HAD AN AX TO GRIND–Blog #6 October 29th, 2016

October 29th, 2016

Blog #6 October 29, 2016
Copyright © 2013 by K. Lorraine Books

Welcome back to Blog#6 of Fright week.

This short story is based on a contest prompt ‘The door slammed echoing down the long hall.” Do you think this makes for a scary Halloween story? You be the judge

Caution—disturbing language

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She had an Ax to Grind

Andrew Borden bought a large house in one of the city’s most fashionable neighborhoods. Lizzie Borden closed the upstairs bedroom door. The door slammed echoing down the long hall. She had bludgeoned her mother and left a gruesome crime scene.

Despite the family wealth, the Borden home lacked the most basic of modern conveniences. The home, unlike most, included indoor plumbing. And this caused jealousy among the poor folks.

Many people might have wanted to see Andrew Borden dead. He was one of the wealthiest and the most unpopular man in town. He was frugal and made many enemies on his way to the top in the banking industry.

Rumors swirled that the deaths of Abby and Andrew was a crime of passion. They died in revenge for his shady business deals. The initial police investigation focused outside the immediate family. But police learned that the couple’s own daughter, Lizzie, had as much to gain by her father’s death.

Lizzie’s actions in the days following the murders, did raise eyebrows. Children who learned the rhyme believe it took 40 blows to kill Abby Borden. But that’s not exactly true, yet, she did die first.

“Lizzie Borden took an ax,
Gave her mother 40 whacks.
After she had seen what she had done,
She gave her father 41.

Mr. Andrew Borden died in Old Fall River.
And they got his daughter Lizzie on a charge of homicide.
Some folks say that she didn’t do it. And others say ‘of course she did’, but they all agree that Miss Lizzie B. Was a problem type of kid.”

The mutilated body of Andrew Borden lay downstairs in the parlor. It seems the children’s rope jumping rhyme got it wrong. Abby received 19 blows… not 40, and it only took 10 whacks to kill Andrew. The murder weapon was an ax. Most of the slashes on the corpse were about his face and head. The vicious blows almost decapitated him. The police believed that the same device ended both lives.

The police searched the house and basement with care, but an ax was not found. The coroner stated it seemed more likely that a hatchet was the true murder weapon. It seems the nursery rhyme overstated by half, the total ‘whacks’ needed to do the job. But then, hatchet and whacks don’t rhyme.

By the time the trial started, she had become a media sensation. A lack of forensic evidence, cleared Lizzie of the gruesome murders. She was never connected with the crimes. Yet, everyone suspected she did do the killing. Evidence proved that she slaughtered her parents while naked. This was her clever way to avoid leaving behind any clues.

Lizzie never took the stand in her own defense. A jury of 12 men deliberated for 90 minutes before returning a not guilty verdict. One hundred-twenty years later, the crime remains unsolved.

The moral of the story is—lock up your ax if you are in fear of getting 40 whacks!

Happy Halloween,

K. Lorraine

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GIVE ONE–TAKE ONE–A Blog about two Public Libraries

October 17th, 2016

Give one, Take one
Blog about two Public Libraries

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 Sanford, Michigan Little Free Library

Two thousand miles separate them, but the vision of spreading the joy and power of sharing books is the same. Author K. Lorraine supports both libraries by sharing her books. A list of books that are on the library shelves in Sanford, Michigan and Roswell, New Mexico, follows.

About the author:

K. Lorraine is a recognized author who has written 112 ‘five star’ short stories. To date; she has received seven ‘First Place’ wins. She has also achieved many ‘Recognized wins,’ for her work.

A young Kathleen wrote her first book titled ‘Pockets’ for her daughter, Rebecca. It was a birthday gift when she started her first year in school, the book never saw the light of day. But, some of Ms. Lorraine’s later works did. The upcoming author writes her stories under the Pen Name of K. Lorraine.

Ms. Lorraine resurrected her interest in writing after a thirty year absence. But, she kept her skill of writing fine-tuned when a local newspaper offered her a staff writer job.

Ms. Lorraine divides her time between writing different types of adult human drama. Her favorite genres are romance and murder/mystery. She also has to her credit, a series of children’s stories.

Ms. Lorraine and her husband Ed, of twenty-five years, live in Roswell, New Mexico. They have five children from previous marriages. They are also blessed with six grandchildren.

library3K. Lorraine is humbled and honored to announce that the Roswell, New Mexico library has accepted the following books.

The author’s most recent book is a novel;
“The Playboy Prince”

The novel is Part mystery, Part romance…

“You are an amazing author and so very gifted indeed. You are awesome.” Comment Written 04-May-2016 by foxangie123

DP replied “The ending did surprise me.” Written 06-May-2016

The idea for ‘The Playboy Prince,’ came to mind in 2006. Over the years, the storyline continued to grow. I allowed the intrigue in the life of Hale Lake Kahuka-Dano, to flourish.

The first half of the book focuses on Hale Kahuka’s childhood.

The second half is about the rogue Interpol undercover cop. His obsession was to find the man who murdered his Grandfather, Judge Dano. Hale Dano’s obsession becomes his life’s mission.

The Playboy Prince is brimming with emotion from the beginning to the end. Hale Lake Kahuka–Dano is the 6th generation grandson of King Kahmehameha. Hale Dano invites you to follow his story as he goes from being a youngster, to becoming a mature man.

Poetry in Motion

Ms. Lorraine said, “I had NO CLUE that ‘Poetry in Motion’ was going to be as popular as it has become. I didn’t even have it in my head that this would be my first book to go so far. In two days, the book has gotten another 192 LIKES and 10 more comments and reviews. Since publishing, the book has received 5,000 Facebook LIKES, views and comments.”

The book, ‘Poetry in Motion’ is a collaboration of 52 contemporary poems. The poems are fiction and are creations of the author’s imagination. Some of the entries date back twenty plus years. She invites you to come into the magical world of imagination. Many of the pieces are award winning poems.

Seychelles Survivor

It was orientation week at the University of Iowa. Five freshmen students from different parts of the country sit together in a college lecture theater. The group is unaware they share a common interest.

The five college friends set out on a tropical paradise vacation over a long 4th of July adventure. Two days later, the parents get the word that the private jet is missing.

Surviving a plane crash can be a terrifying thing. The tension mounts as the story draws to a close on a beautiful tropical island in the Indian Ocean. The setting is compelling and the dialogue is real.

‘Seychelles Survivor’, is about a family separated by a plane crash. The families band together to find their children.

The book ‘Seychelles Survivor’ has had more than 40 reviews. The author has selected a few for your reading pleasure. “The background kindles the reader’s curiosity. I love your emotional appeal. It’s indeed your specialty– one such as I want. Thanks for creating such an emotionally mature character as Lei Lani. Thanks for sharing with us. God bless.”  Comment Written 11-Dec-2014

“I thought this piece was very well written and thought out. The emotional impact of the wedding and the epilogues pregnancy was very deep and profound; the love between the husband and wife clearly shown and made plain in the simple and elegant wedding they had. I liked the way God was invoked at the time of the ceremony, the prayers seemed genuine and realistic. That was the thing about this piece I really liked, the realism of it and easy readability. Five stars!”  Comment Written 10-Dec-2014

“Selfishness can only come to harm in the long run. This is very well written with a smooth flow of words, making for a very strong read.”  Comment Written 20-Nov-2014.

Beyond the Twilight Zone

‘Beyond the Twilight Zone’ is a series of unrelated stories. The book contains drama, psychological thriller, fantasy,science fiction, suspense, and/or horror. The stories often conclude with a macabre or unexpected twist.

The book is a compilation of short stories that will take you back in time to the original Twilight Zone series. Ordinary people find themselves in situations that they try to solve.

Ms Lorraine thought you might like to read a few reviews.

Fan Reviews…

The Pirate Story – 76 views – 6 stars

“Boy, that was a trip! You took the story thread down many pathways. I enjoyed just following along, wondering where and how you were going to tie it all up. It was fun. You write with great confidence and authority. I like the way your mind works, delivering us a bit of everything. Some pretty explicit sex scenes, lots of angst and pathos, a bit of melodrama. A terrific mix, all in all.”

Space Mishap – 23 Fan Views

“An eccentric oddity and a kook cause a delay in getting home. The dialogue is clear and shows what the characters are like. The narrative shows the action, such as hitting the wrong panel, stepping in the cow poop. The emotion felt was a warm feeling with a big smile.”

We Came Upon a Ghost Child – 62 Fan Views – 6 stars

“An awesome and creative story, although sad. Well written. “Daddy, it’s only terrible when the truth doesn’t come out.”

“Kitty, is this your daddy’s car?”

The Dark Side of Being Different – 58 Fan Views

“I’m not one for sci-fi, but you did a miraculous job of capturing my attention the whole story through. You described the aliens in great detail. You moved the story along as an accomplished writer would. It’s obvious that you invest time and thought in your writing. Your story was well edited and polished.”

Lethal Injection-50 fan views

“Chilling, frightening story. You made it even more so because something like this could actually happen. I’d tend to agree with Detective Stabler. His assessment that a user would not choose their mouth as an injection site for the heroine. It looks like this Wall Street exec bit off a bit more than he could chew with his selection of hired hookers.”

Through a Mother’s Eyes-50 fan views—

“You deliver a short but powerful piece. The last words linger long after I finished reading the story.”

Haunted Manor – Voodoo Murder

He sat back in his swivel chair and lit an electronic cigarette. He watched her step out of the 1964 Rangoon Red Thunderbird convertible. She was wearing four inch sling-back heels with legs that went up to her neck. He exhaled a continuous chain of smoke rings. She was stunning in a close-fitting black wiggle dress. Her blood red lips made his testosterone level rise.

Burton Middleton had a lucrative and successful writing career. But his passion for the written word as a noted Historian ended after his beloved wife died from lung cancer. Leaving his Yankee roots behind him, he moved to the ‘Big Easy.’

Black letters spelled out Middleton Private Investigations on the glass door. The office door opened, and the ‘Bombshell’ walked in. He was completely unaware of how his life was about to change.

COMMENTS AND REVIEWS-
“Haunted Manor: Voodoo Murder, is a steamy, sexy, bone-chilling thriller. The book is steeped in southern superstition and tradition. The author combines a Mashup of Voodoo with a beautiful antebellum manor that ends in MURDER.

‘Mashup’ is a new genre concept in literary writing, and it is fast becoming popular. In ‘Mashup’, the story is when you take two or more different genres and mix them together. This technique is masterful in bringing about a new and fresh storyline.

The author mashed a ‘Civil War’ College Professor, along with a haunted manor. She came up with a story line that ends in Murder.

Writer’s Digest suggests that K. Lorraine has been using ‘Mashup’ technique for years.”

Comment – April 22, 2014

“I call this a ‘Genealogy murder’ story. A Civil War plantation owner’s mistress passes down the twisted gene of voodoo superstition. Trust me, there is a lot of ‘mystery’ in this book.”

Mia Perez Series

Comment – May 10, 2014

The Mia Perez Series is a collection of five stand alone stories. Whether read one after another, or separately, they become a compelling story of Mia’s life.

Book One – ‘Unethical Doctor’, Mia Perez was lucky to be alive. She was the only survivor of the fatal accident. Induced into a coma by the Chief of Neurosurgery, Dr. Aidan Chase, was a merciful way to help the long healing process.

When Mia awoke from her coma, the first person she saw was an attractive man. But she was unaware it was the doctor who had saved her life. The doctor opens the door to an unethical desire to win over his patient’s affections.

In Book Two, ‘Unfit Mother’, Mia Perez is young. She is naive. Her parents reared her in the strict native traditions of Brazil throughout her entire life. She came to America in hopes of finding a rich American man. But, she finds a world full of freedom and choices instead.

Uninformed about sex, she learns that even a woman with a disability can get pregnant. Mia is desperate when she learns the results of a drugstore pregnancy test. She slept with two men. She feels the pressure to get one of them to marry her.

Book Three, ‘Shhh’ is a short story of 18,000 words. The long awaited reunion of the Callan brothers is nearing. Mia has had an imaginary love interest with an American movie star, Tobias Callan, for a long time.

She uses her sexy curves to toy with the brothers. And she knows exactly how to please them all night long. But will Mia’s passionate encounter with Tobias set off a series of events?

Will a one-night stand, turn into a risky scheme of manipulation? Will the sex tape destroy the brothers in a whirlwind of emotions over the love of one woman?

Book Four, ‘Locked Away’, Mia Perez sends the Callan brothers away after a bad break-up on her wedding day. She banishes the two men from her life that she’s loved.

‘Locked Away’ is a second chance story. The suspense grows when the tapes come out about Mia’s sordid past. The story is about the entanglements of love. Will Mia finally get her fairy tale marriage with one of the Callan brothers? Or will tragedy strike?

In the fifth book titled ‘Beyond a Kiss’, Mia Perez becomes obsessed with solving a two decade old murder.

In the series, five men have loved her: her father, Juan Perez, a wealthy Brazilian coffee plantation mogul; Aidan Chase, the handsome young doctor who saved her life; Nicholas Starks, her water therapy coach whose unconditional love saved Mia from self destruction; and there were the Callan brothers, who Mia toyed with.

It was her plan to manipulate the brothers and get the man she loved to marry her. Nicholas Starks, was not husband material, but he always came to her rescue.

After two decades, the reading audience will learn the killer’s identity. Will this discovery affect Mia’s future plans for happiness? ‘Beyond a Kiss’ is a page turner murder mystery with an unexpected ending.

The Me Time E-Books provide you with a quick escape into a world of passion. And even an occasional happy ending.

“My name is Mia Perez and this is my story about the love I have for the men in my life.”

 

The Misadventure of Walter and Katy Shuster series-Book One
The Adventure of the Traveling Green Ants

Something on the dashboard caught her attention. She amused herself as she chased them about as they scattered.
“What,” she spouted off, “Damn, they are multiplying faster than I can squash them!”

Katy was on a mission of her own as she began to sing off-tune. “And Another ant bites the dust; another ant bites the dust.”

Walter and Katy Shuster were about to begin their annual trek from SW Florida to New Mexico. But, the ‘comedy of errors’ began sooner than later.

COMMENTS AND REVIEWS-

“Find out how Katy Shuster, became known as the Notorious killer of the Alien Green Ants.”

“Great book on adventures in Florida after retiring–a great read, and funny! Don’t miss this one!” comment – January 20, 2016

“A light-hearted piece, easy to follow…”
Margaret— Comment Written 09-Mar-2015

“That was cute how you had the wife say, “Aren’t you forgetting something?” The amusing part is when he goes to the rear of the car and takes a look. This wet my whistle.”
Comment Written 07-Mar-2015

“It was a fun book to read. Since I’m a “junk dealer” (antiques) I liked that part.”  Teresa
Comment Written 07-Mar-2015

Undercover Rookie

Eddie Cannon Jr. is nearing the completion of his police academy training. He decides to follow in the footsteps of his father, who was formerly head of Homeland Security. Detective Ed Cannon Sr., tried to bring down a large Midwest drug trafficking ring.

Homeland Security learns that the young Cadet is the son of the fallen decorated officer. They give Eddie Cannon Jr. his dream job of going undercover. Eddie Jr. assumes the identity of an out of work high school drop-out. His instructions were to take a job in the Nebraska Fun Center and Roller Skating Rink.

Cannon must resort to his academy training. In the end, it was Eddie Cannon Jr. who stood motionless over a female’s dead body holding the smoking gun. He tried to feel something for her, but he couldn’t shed a single tear. He hides his emotions, studies the situation, but does he solve the case in the nick of time?

Undercover Rookie is an action-packed thriller, full of suspense, sex and betrayal. The story’s ending will shock and surprise you.

The Christmas Dream – children’s picture book library1Snuggles Bedtime Stories-Book One (Volume 1)

The Christmas Dream is about a young boy and a dream filled with wonderment. Ricky finds himself walking in the newly trodden footsteps of a mother deer and her fawn. Among the snow covered trees, there is a small cottage. A billowing white cloud of smoke dances around the chimney. Could this be Santa’s house?

Children’s Easter Story Book 2016 – Children’s picture book
Snuggles Bedtime Stories (Volume 2).

The book includes two stories-
Robbie the Purple Easter Rabbit
And… Easter in the Barnyard

As a bonus, the book includes the author’s favorite prize winning poem-
A Candy Colored Easter

Thank you for taking the time to look at some of the books that I’ve written and published over the years.

Thank you for allowing me to share the news that the above listed books were reviewed by the Roswell, NM Library Board and accepted as new books to the Roswell community. The same selection of books are in the mail to the Sanford, Michigan ‘Little Free Library.’ It is an honor to be selected as an upcoming published author.

Happy Reading, K. Lorraine

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The Burning of Old Man Gloom

September 3rd, 2016

THE BURNING OF OLD MAN GLOOM

A yearly New Mexico tradition…

The heat of summer is past, but it’s still shirtsleeve weather… sunny and pleasant during the fall season. Santa Fe is a beautiful fusion of Native American and Spanish cultures that grew out of Native American Pueblo settlements and adobe houses.

Spanish soldiers, officials, and Franciscan missionaries struggled to conquer and convert the native Pueblo Indians in the seventeenth century. In a massive revolt, the Indians attacked and nearly burned all of Santa Fe to the ground. But in 1692, Don Diego de Vargas led a bloodless siege that enabled him to enter the city and take it back without firing a single shot.

An annual religious fiesta in honor of Our Lady of Peace and honoring Vargas’ reconquest was established in 1712, and La Fiesta de Santa Fe remains the oldest such continuing event in the U.S. Just after dusk on the first Friday before Labor Day is the time for Fiesta de Santa Fe and the burning of Zozobra.zozo2

Zozobra (“Old Man Gloom”) is a giant marionette effigy that is built and burned every autumn during Fiesta de Santa Fe in Santa Fe, New Mexico.

He has big ears and wears a bow-tie and a scowling expression. This year he also wears something new: cufflinks made from pizza pans. Basically, he’s a muslin figure stuffed with shredded paper. Before he’s strung up, his head and part of his insides are laced with explosives. Once mounted, he’s secured by stout steel cables to a sixty-foot metal pole and a twelve-foot crossbar. The steel wires attached to his arms, head and mouth allow the puppet’s movements to be manipulated from the ground. Though Zozobra has been designed and built as a marionette puppet, until dark, he remains a motionless, sullen, spectator towering above the happy festivities.

It’s now dusk, and the feeling of anticipation is growing. Twenty-four Santa Fe children draped in white sheets appear as “Gloomies” to dance around the feet of the effigy. While tom-toms thunder on huge kettle-drums, the children are led by the Queen of Gloom. They have come to “plead” for Zozobra’s life, but to no avail.

The proclamation of the death of Old Man Gloom is read. Zozobra, is a hideous 50-foot bogeyman, a toothless, empty-headed façade with no guts, but he’s able to do lots of noise and growling, for scaring the children of Santa Fe and making dogs howl at the moon!

A group of Fire Dancers appear, their purpose is to tease and annoy Old Man Gloom. Now he starts to move his arms, he opens and closes his mouth, and moans. A single adult dancer then performs a solo, ending with the lighting of the torch to the hem of Zozobra’s skirt.zozobra

 

 

Dancers and drum beats set the stage and just after dusk, the 50-foot statue called Zozobra, is set on fire. The marionette now moves its arms and mouth and he makes howling echoes and a shuddering noise. The crowd applauds as the flames crawl quickly up Zozobra’s skirt, setting off the explosives inside him, while a blaze of fireworks erupts overhead.

The colorful display lasts for several minutes after Old Man Gloom has been completely demolished. The masses cheer, appeased for yet another year, because they have stuffed the old man with slips of paper that contain their appeals to be rid of their plights. It is believed that when he is burned, all of your troubles go up in smoke with him.

Zozobra’s appearance has changed over the years, but the tradition of the Fiesta de Santa Fe in Santa Fe, New Mexico has not. As his name suggests, he embodies gloom and by his burning, people destroy the worries and troubles of the previous year in the flames.

Away with Zozobra!

Thank you for joining me in the yearly New Mexico festivity…

Happy Reading, K. Lorraine

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Excerpt from “The PlayBoy Prince”, KLorraine’s New Novel

June 29th, 2016

Inspiration

The idea for The Playboy Prince came to mind in 2006. I began to plot the story and started a preliminary outline. I played around with writing chapters of the book over the years. The storyline continued to grow. Instead of cutting the narrative short, I allowed the intrigue in the life of Hale Lake Kahuka to lead the way.

In 2014, I joined FanStory, a writer’s online group. I selected parts of the story and revised them into short stories to fit different contest prompts that interested me.

Out on a Ledge was one of the entries. In part two in the book, The Playboy Prince, Hale enters the FBI academy in Quantico, Virginia. I used this contest entry as one of the field exercises that his team of trainees was assigned. This is a review I got from the entry. “

“Well described terrorist scenario, fast-paced action and drama well captured in your story. Good descriptions, good dialogue and it read well. Enjoyable read.”

The Last Curtain Call is another contest entry that I used as the ending of the story. The following is one of the reviews that the entry received.

“Very well written with great usage of emotional wording in the story. Indeed, a great romance story.”

In 2015, when the smash series, “Quantico,” hit the small screen, I knew that it was time to follow the trend and I decided to use the FBI as a plot twist for The Playboy Prince, but I was unaware of where I would be taken as the story thrust forward.

From this hit series, I learned that timing is key. Obviously, I was ahead of my time in 2006, therefore I was a day late in publishing The Playboy Prince. However, if truth be known, it is doubtful that this type of story would have been in popular demand a decade ago.

There is a distinct difference between the TV series Quantico, and the book, The Playboy Prince. In the TV drama, the show is based in Quantico, Virginia and the want-to-be FBI trainees are faced with real life situations that they must pass in order to become certified FBI agents.

The Playboy Prince is a novel that starts at the beginning with Hale Lake Kahuka as a young child, and the storyline takes you through his early life. Hale is raised by his maternal grandparents after his parents die. The boy is nurtured by the grandfather in the story, Judge Garrison Dano, who instills in his grandson some of his own personal traits, along with a desire that the boy follow his father’s footsteps.

Hale’s father, Kale Kahuka had always been intrigued with espionage and clandestine governmental affairs. Hale becomes enamored with the highest part of law enforcement and in time, he goes through the FBI training at Quantico. It is after graduation, that the real story begins to take shape.

The book focuses on the assignments of Special Agent Hale Lake Kahuka – Dano, and the readers will learn why Hale changes his surname and becomes known as the Playboy Prince.

It is my hope The Playboy Prince will become a 2016 Best Seller and that you will enjoy the book. As I always say, Happy Reading…

Thank you,

K. Lorraineplayboy prince book cover preview 6-3-16

Part One

A Boy Among Girls

The
Garrison Dano Family

Chapter One

Narration by Kirby Dean

Prequel

This book is written from several points of view. I, K. Lorraine, chose this style of writing in order to bring forth a stronger story line and plot. The people who had the greatest impact on the child’s life were Kirby Dean, an investigative reporter, Hale Kahuka-Dano; himself, Loura Dano, Hale’s grandmother and Commissioner Frank Gibbons.

Every story has a beginning, and this story is no different. My name is Kirby Dean. I was an investigative reporter for DNN news for a long time. It has taken me three decades to put the facts together and to write the story about a young man whose true identity was kept private for many years to protect his life.
My name is Hale Lake Kahuka – Dano, and I am a sixth generation descendant of King Kamehameha. Follow the story of my life as I go from being a youngster, and grow up into becoming a man who followed in my father and grandfather’s footsteps.

The tape recorder was turned on by investigative reporter, Kirby Dean, and I, Hale Kahuka, began telling my story.

HO’OKU’U is the Hawaiian word that means to ‘free.’ I was born in Honolulu, Hawaii. I was a child born with a free spirit. My mother, Haleigha, was Asian – Hawaiian, and she was a young woman of privilege. My mother was the only child of Garrison and Loura Dano, a wealthy island family.

From the pictures that graced my grandparent’s home, Haleigha – Okelani – Dano was a young and beautiful woman. I was told that her bright eyes were filled with curiosity. She wore her long, dark black hair, straight with a hibiscus flower tucked behind her ear.

I would leaf through photo albums to find pictures of my parents. Mother was often photographed wearing a swimming suit. Her slender torso gave her an edge as a strong swimmer. She had a love for the ocean, and
the sugar white beach sand of the islands.

My grandparents, Garrison and Loura Dano, had given their daughter the best of everything.

The well-known island fashion designer, Loura Dano, impeccably dressed her daughter in the latest fashions.

Haleigha was well educated in the finest schools on the mainland and abroad. Haleigha Dano was well traveled, and it was said that she was a descendant of the Kamehameha Dynasty. She was a young and beautiful woman who had so much life to live.

My biological father, Kale Kahuka, came to the islands after he quit his American government job that kept him in Europe for several years. He was a highly intelligent man who had spent years in Paris, Spain and Barcelona. Kale had always been intrigued with espionage and clandestine governmental affairs. He worked for a short time undercover as a talented artist who had a passion for painting.

He migrated to paradise from Connecticut, and now Kale Kahuka was growing his new business in Hawaii as a Government contractor. Kale eventually became a rich Anglo who provided services to the Navy on Oahu. He became a wealthy man by the time he turned forty.

One day, on Waikiki beach, at Kapai’Olani Park, he caught my mother’s attention. He was tall, tan, and muscular. They soon discovered that they shared a passion for water sports.

They were neighbors, but unaware they lived so close. A year later, Kale Kahuka and Haleigha Dano were married. The next year triplet girls Celteah, Cahmille, and Cayhla were born. Three years later the couple gave birth to a son; that’s me, Hale Lake Kahuka. The house was now filled with females, and I soon became known as a ‘boy among girls.’

I wasn’t even six years old when my parents died, and their memorial was held in Honolulu, Hawaii. Our maternal grandparents had come to Hawaii from the mainland. Nana Dano would eventually return to the island family home with her four grandchildren in tow. But on this trip, we went to Oahu to attend the double funeral of my parents.

Mother was killed in an accident when an out of control watercraft hit her jet ski head-on in front of the family Hawaiian home. Haleigha Dano- Kahuka died at the age of thirty-one. My dad, Kale Kahuka, was twenty years her senior, and he died almost instantly from a fatal stroke as he helplessly watched the accident happen. We, the four Kahuka children, were now orphaned.

My sisters were three years older than me at the time of our parent’s death. Our Grandparents, Garrison and Loura Dano, were thankful that we were young, and yet old enough to accept the change that was about to happen to us.

It was a beautiful two-hour sunset sail from Honolulu to Diamond Head on the forty-foot catamaran. We watched the whales and porpoises swim alongside the boat, and we scattered loose petals of island flowers into the water.

I’ve been told that I boldly said, “Grandpa, after we scatter mother and father’s ashes into the water, they will freely ride on the whale’s back and play with the porpoises in the water.”

I guess my grandparents smiled at my remark, but it also concerned them that their grandson understood death was permanent. Grandmother Dano thought the remark was too mature for a child to make, and it made her cry.

I undoubtedly patted her hand gently and said, “Nana, it isn’t sad for me that mama and papa have gone to live with our ancestors. Why are you sad? Nana don’t you know that their spirits are now living among the sea animals, the waves, and the sky?”

Nana Loura, perhaps gasped in shock that a young child could make such a profound statement. Children were taught by example and grandparents were supposed to be a source of wisdom and understanding. It seemed that Loura Dano was now forced to become the spiritual guardian of her grandchildren. Grandma Loura would be expected to bring a sense of well-being to me and my sisters.

Most Hawaiians still believed in water burial where their ashes were given back to nature. In general, Hawaiians believed in the afterlife. Grandfather wanted Haleigha’s spirit to return to her ancestors in the afterlife. He insisted that her ashes rest within the sea that she loved.

Kale’s parents wanted their son to rest in peace with the woman he loved. So, their ashes were blended together, and the families sailed out into the Pacific between Waikiki and Diamond Head to set their spirit (HO’OKU’U) free.

According to tradition, mourners wore brightly colored Hawaiian attire and flower leis. The family prepared an outside dinner feast and shared the food with one another, talking and laughing about their deceased loved one’s life. The mourners danced the Hula to the lively tunes of grandfather’s band. Some of the guests cried because funerals were usually somber, although grandpa Garrison wanted Mother and Father’s deaths celebrated as a happy occasion, and a family social event of remembrance.

The wake was held at the Dano family waterfront home with pictures of Haleigha and Kane displayed prominently in the parlor. The guests gathered together and shared stories of the deceased before and after the luau dinner party.

This was a ‘lantern light life memorial,’ celebrating life rather than death.

I was only six, but I suppose that I happily danced about my parent’s pictures with the adults and talked openly about them. I assumed that Grandpa Garrison encouraged me to mourn with joy while Nana Loura tried to hush me and dissuade me from partaking in the celebration.

I loved my parents and I missed them very much. Regardless that I was a precocious child, I couldn’t possibly have fully understood why my grandmother wanted to push me aside and forbid me to tell my stories. Grandfather tried to assure me that I wasn’t being pushed away, but grandmother was only trying to protect me from the pain of my loss.

I do remember how I liked the attention that I received from Grandmother. I remembered how overly excited I was when they came from the mainland to visit on holidays and special occasions. Nana Loura wasn’t around very often, since they only visited a few times a year.

The memorial service had ended, and Nana Loura took me aside. She talked with me about going to California to live in the big house on the hill. The girls fully understood that they were being asked to leave the only home we knew and move far away from their Hawaiian tradition. Although I was three years younger than my sisters, I fully understood that we would be uprooted from our home.

At six years old, I was a child who definitely took steps toward his independence. I had already established my own preferences, experiences and capabilities. And my motor skills were developed beyond my years, as well as my athletic skills, and my physical development.

Nana Loura often said, “Hale, I respect your Hawaiian culture, but you also should learn about the Anglo Christian culture. The Hawaiian culture and the view of Western religion have conflicts between them. Western culture is built upon superiority and Hawaiian culture is based on tradition. When you are grown up, I think you will understand.”

I think she didn’t fully recognize that Hawaiian people tried to appease the Gods and kept them happy by performing good deeds. We believed that our ancestors continued to look after us… even after death.

I was advanced as a six-year old. I watched and learned a lot from my older sisters. To have older siblings provided me with an opportunity for an exceptionally early and advanced maturity for the lovely ladies.

Grandfather Garrison noticed that I was more than just smart. I was a child who was observed as being extremely curious. Even as an infant, I had a long attention span. I guess I was spirited too. I remember that fast moving objects captured my attention and I showed excellent memory skills. I spoke my first word earlier than normal. I was told by my grandfather that my first word was, ‘boob.’

I had built an extensive vocabulary by the time that I was one. I guess that I also had an aptitude to learn foreign languages easily. And by the time that I attended grammar school, I spoke three languages. I was fluent in English, Japanese and my native Hawaiian language. I remember that no one made an effort to teach me these languages. They just came naturally by being exposed to the languages on a daily basis from my grandfather. I was gifted with strong language skills, and I simply moved with ease between the languages.

I was tested early in different areas of how children assimilate, or learn about the world around them. I tested high in interpersonal relationships, linguistics, and music. These were apparent traits inherited from my father. The tests showed that the I had a high level of task commitment, and I multi-tasked easily. I was an active leader, even as a young child, and like my grandfather, I loved sports.

Family life with a gifted child must have challenged my grandparents. I was often led to behaviors that required unique parenting strategies. My idea of fun was not always similar to my sisters’, or children my own age group.

I never found the usual toys much fun. I preferred toys that challenged me. I loved anything that had wheels. Grandpa Garrison introduced me to fast cars and fast ladies early in life.

Before mother died, Grandpa Garrison spent a lot of time at his vacation home in Honolulu, and he would take me for rides around the island in his Jaguar convertible. Grandfather would strap me into the seat next to him. I remember his distinct chuckle. He said, “Hey, little man, you look just like grandpa.” He meant that I wore my sunglasses down low on the bridge of my nose.

I didn’t know what the hell I was doing. I just knew that loved the wind blowing through my hair and I especially liked being with Grandpa.

I still have the gift grandfather gave me on my third birthday. It was my first toy set of racing cars. Granddad and I would sit on the floor together for hours, racing the toy cars around its track as if we were racing in the Grand Prix.

Grandpa Dano called me his ‘Little Buckaroo.’ Papa Dano loved to take me everywhere with him, and I liked being grandpa’s sidekick. Judge Garrison Dano was a hell of a good teacher when it came to women too. I watched grandpa carefully. I took mental notes on how he treated women. The Judge was a lover. I often found him kissing Nana’s mouth and fondling her breasts.
I couldn’t help myself when I was little. It was a natural instinct of mine to squeeze Nana’s breast. Grammy liked my sloppy wet kisses, and I liked it a lot when she held me in her arms. It felt good when we cuddled, and she smelled really nice too.

The first few times I grabbed her boobs, Grandma Loura thought it was cute and Garrison did too. But it didn’t take them long to figure out that it was about getting their attention. That’s when the Judge wanted it stopped. “Hey little man,” he would seriously say, “Those are my toys. Grandma’s happy bags are for me to play with.”

I had figured it out early, how to handle my grandparents. I would flirt with Nana and I said, “Yeah, Grandpa, I’m hungry.”

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“Tic Toc”… Robbie the Easter Rabbit

March 18th, 2016

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“Tic Toc”… Robbie the Easter rabbit says to hurry before it’s too late to order the delightful ‘two’ story combo children’s book. The Children’s Easter Story Book 2016 is available for purchase at the K. Lorraine webpagehttp://klorraine.com and CreateSpace in printed format or downloadable on Kindle e-books. Happy Easter & Happy Reading.

The Grandfather clock stood proudly in the foyer of Robbie Rabbit’s house. Michael Mouse prepared for his usual trip up the side of the clock to ring the chimes at the stroke of Midnight. Michael lifted his little arm and struck the chimes with all of his might.

I never believed in fate until that day. The story of Robbie the Rabbit began on the Eve of Easter Day in the little northern town of Breckenridge.

Robbie’s alarm clock failed to ring and it was feared that he would be late for his Easter rounds.

What luck for Robbie that the chimes rang with such intensity through the still night air. Robbie flew out of bed and his feet landed smack dab in his slippers that were placed neatly on the floor beside his bed. Realizing what had happened, Robbie’s startled look helped him to make up for the time he lost by oversleeping.

It looked as if Easter Day wouldn’t be a quiet day after all. Easter wouldn’t be right without the laughter of children running through the newly mowed grass and peeking about in the spring flowers seeking to find colored eggs.

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To all my family and friends, I send this very special Valentine Day poem.

February 10th, 2016

angleTo all my family and friends, I send this very special Valentine Day poem.

Happy Valentine Day

Love, Kay

2015 Award winning poem

Unspoken Kiss

You came to me in a dream

Chocolate cake; vanilla ice cream

Love from out of the past

A life that did not last.

You brightened the dark sky

A rainbow smile sweet and shy.

I began to sing a song in time

Unfortunately the lyrics did not rhyme

A whispered kiss of passion

Filled the emptiness of attraction

The gentle touch of your angel wings

Waiting for our heavenly King.

The sun sets beneath the horizon

A full moon ‘risin’

A walk in the warm beach sand

Two lovers holding hands.

I listened carefully for more whispers in the night

I listened for the serenade of hold on tight

And then out of the darkness you came

Dress of white draped on a slender frame.

Follow me to the edge

Of gray stones and rocky ledge

Where we will make a pledge.

Look beyond and open your eyes

Heaven helps who denies.

I will not disappear when you awaken

So I ask do not hasten

Like drops of rain falling from my spirit

Lyrics filled with grace and merit

Watch for the sunrise of a mystery that no one knows

Where perpetual love grows.

I promise there will be a tomorrow

Parting was such sweet sorrow.

 

 

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