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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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BIENVENIDA—-WELCOME TO OUR DESERT NEW MEXICO HOME!

February 6th, 2017

Bienvenida, Welcome to our desert New Mexico home

In June, 2016, my husband and Ed and I decided to return to our Southwestern home. We had spent three years in Southwest Florida living in our waterfront home. Ed was homesick and longed to be in the desert again.

So, we packed our bags, circled the wagons and it was westward ho for us. It was a five day adventure as we crossed the country. Two thousand miles, in fact.

We decided that we didn’t want to live in our New Mexico house the way it was. We wanted change. Interior design is a passion for Ed and me. So we set out to change each room, one-by-one.

This blog features the colors and culture of the southwest. And how we incorporated them into the design of our dining room.

I hope you enjoy a tour of our New Mexico dining room.

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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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WHAT’S FOR DINNER

October 28th, 2016

Blog #4 October 27, 2016
Copyright © 2013 by K. Lorraine Books

Fright week continues with a delicious short tale of horror…

The contest prompt was ‘write an invitation’ to a Halloween party.

Honorable mention prize winning entry 2015.

Caution: this story is disturbing… but, after-all, it is Halloween

What’s for Dinner?

I follow women who push carriages, but I never get too close. When the time is right, I place my hand over the puppy’s mouth and snatch the sleeping pet.

Who am I? I’m a homebody living in the suburbs with blood-red eyes and a hunger for raw meat.What happens to the puppies, you ask?

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I drive them around in my car because I can’t sleep. I find the taste of young flesh is especially good. The meat is oh, so tender.

The only seasoning required is to baste your catch with butter and bake on the backyard rotisserie.

Pickled bat wing finger food, and earthworm dip served with cow chips will wet your appetite. BYO, or savor Mary’s blood punch that is chilled to perfection.

Wear your finest garb of ghoulish attire. The first place prize is a night in a vampire coffin, laying in a crypt of stone. The second prize winner will hang from the monstrous Oak tree that towers above the graveyard. It’s gnarled branches lusts for your soul.

The entertainment of the masked, smiling, sinister, Killer Clowns is just a Werewolve’s hair’s breadth away from terror and manic joy. They will push you to the brink of your breaking point and ridicule you through their unnerving jokes.

Halloween dinner is on the stroke of midnight, so bring a dish to pass, but don’t be late. You might be left to gnaw on the bones and suck the grizzle. I’m salivating already.

I’ll see you tomorrow with a new Fright week Halloween story. That’s if you aren’t puking your guts out from eating rancid meat!

Happy Halloween,

K. Lorraine

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HALLOWEEN SOCKS

October 25th, 2016

Halloween Socks
Beware of things that go bump in the night.

Inspired by a real event that happened many years ago in an outhouse. The story involves a spider and a pair of orange socks.

orangesocksIt was the night before Halloween. Marcia and I were busy working on the costumes we would wear the next day to school. Mother found a pair of bright orange socks that she felt would look good with Marcia’s costume. She accepted them, though they didn’t fit in with her ghost costume theme.

On this dark evening, Marcia shuffled off with urgency to visit the outhouse. It was the 1950’s, and the small wooden outhouse was a common feature on farms. Like most outhouse’s, it was outside situated between the back door of our house and the barn. The design and the location of a privy might vary, but its purpose was understood.

At night, we always went in pairs. We approached the outdoor toilet. The night was dark, dismal and bleak. I looked at the decayed roots of a towering Oak tree shadowing the latrine.

I wondered if I was about to step into a portal filled with ghosts and goblins. With a lantern in my hand, we were slow to open the door. But when nature calls, you better listen or clean up the mess. I waited outside and Marcia stepped into the dank water closet. The hideous odor of human waste wafted around our nostrils, causing them to flare. She lowered her panties and rested her buttocks on the wooden planks.

After she sat down, I heard a piercing scream. “Katy their is a large ‘Black Spider’ crawling out of the toilet hole next to me.” My heart raced and the irrational fear of spider’s emerged.

I ran fast, fast as I could. I went to the house to get some help. My greatest fear was the spider would consume her flesh. And after it feasted on her, it would crawl to depths below.

At a slow pace, the insect began to creep toward her. She lifted her eyes upward, trying to decide what to do next. The arachnid changed its course away from her and scampered up the wall.

Paralyzed by her irrational fear of the creature, she was too afraid even to think. “Katy,” she called out in a low moan. “Help me, I’m scared.”

But the air remained cold and silent. Marcia heard her voice echo back. “Help me, I’m scared.”

Her body trembled. She held the lantern high and scanned the latrine. She sat motionless as her legs dangled above the old, blackened oak floor. Her soiled underwear and sweat pants pulled down around her ankles.
Her skin took on a ghastly pallor; her thoughts were out of control. What if no one came to the outhouse to help her? What if she became trapped in the spider’s web for an eternity?

Trapped in the neglected vault of rotting wood and human excrement. Would the spider return with a new frightful agenda?

Horror of all horrors, would the deadly spider decided to use its venom to paralyze her? Did it have thoughts of eating her flesh? She wondered if a spider could actually digest a human?

The wind began to howl. And a tree branch scraped against the outside of the dilapidated structure. Startled by the noise, she jumped up and began to struggle into her pants.

She knew she had to overcome her fear. Why hasn’t Katy come back with help? She thought, maybe there was a colony of spiders in the tall, dried buffalo grass. And she might succumb to their attack.

Marcia knew she must escape from the massive web that the spider was about to weave around her body.

orangesocks1The creature returned and looked at her with its gruesome big black eyes. But the spider blinked. It was tortured by the faint glint from the flickering lantern. Marcia screamed in heightened terror.

The ferocious spider composed itself. It licked its chops. In her mind’s eye, she knew it salivated for the taste of blood, guts and human fecal matter.

She knew it was not possible that a spider could speak. The noise emitted from its throat was like gravel, crushed beneath the tread of a tractor tire. Its voice was clear.

It said, “I can only wear socks of a certain texture and color. I must have those hideous orange Halloween socks you are wearing.”

Just then, Marcia heard hoofs beating upon the ground. “Marcia, we are coming. Are you okay? Marcia, daddy has a fly swatter and a can of Raid. He’ll kill the ugly spider.”

Marcia slammed her full body weight into the outhouse door. She leapt into daddy’s arms. He soothed her trembling body, then told her to wait outside with Katy, while he went into the outhouse.

The lantern that Marcia left behind gave him enough light to look for the beast. He sprayed the toxic bug spray around the walls and floor. But, the spider refused to appear.

Daddy walked us to the house, but Marcia was too afraid to share her experience. She had nightmares about the experience in the coffin of doom. It was on Halloween day that Marcia asked. “How will I tell Mother that my orange Halloween socks are now in the world of things LOST?”

I swallowed hard and said, “Tell her that you lost your cherished orange socks to a ravenous spider.”
“Okay, but do you think she will believe me?”

“I don’t know Marcia, but I believe you. Halloween is a day when dark things happen.”

Marcia said, “Mother, it happened when I was in the outhouse. This huge, ugly black spider crawled down the wall and made a beeline for my legs. It looked me in the eye, sneered and then sniffed at the beads of sweat on my skin.”
“I cried out in terrifying screams of impending doom.”

“But, Katy left me alone and I was so scared. The spider crawled down my leg. I was screaming and my leg trembled.
The spider sat upon my shoe and loosened the laces. My sneakers fell to the floor.”

“It had the strength of Godzilla and ripped the bright orange Halloween socks off my feet. He then disappeared down into the toilet hole.”

Mother smirked, but she didn’t accuse me of telling a great Halloween story. Were the Halloween socks, LOST, stolen. Did Marcia conjure up a cool way to dispose of the hideous orange socks? It’s up you to decide whether you believe the story about whether their disappearance is true. To this day, the socks have not found. You will find the answer isn’t as straight forward as you might think. Especially when it comes to tales told on Halloween.

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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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Ground Control to Major Tom

September 10th, 2016

Ground control to Major Tom
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They say when it ain’t broke… don’t fix it. I had written a blog the other day about travel to Arizona and it was my biggest blog success story thus far. In fact, I received roughly 120 LIKES and numerous comments, and that’s not bad for a newbie blogger. So, I thought… try it again and see what happens. Do folks really like to read about different places in the world?

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Today – I want to take you to visit Roswell, New Mexico where I currently live. The state of New Mexico is beautiful no matter where you go. There are mountains, foothills, plains, desert land, big cities and small towns. The climate varies depending on where in New Mexico you are. No matter what… New Mexico is a great place to see, and in my case, I live there.

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                                                                                                                              My husband and I built our home in Roswell in 2004. Hurricane Charlie and three other storms hit us hard that summer. We had visited Roswell at least eight times previously. It was our intention to have a western home and leave the south behind. We accomplished our vision and our new home was almost ready for occupancy when Charlie rolled in off the Gulf of Mexico.

I’d like to blog about that story at another time, but right now, fasten your seat belts because we are about to land in Roswell.

Maybe I don’t live real close to the airport, but on some days, not too close is… too close.

In the summer of 1947, a rancher discovered some unidentifiable debris in his sheep pasture outside Roswell, New Mexico. Although officials from the local Air Force base, asserted that it was a crashed weather balloon, many people believed it was the remains of an extraterrestrial flying saucer. History reports that a series of secret “dummy drops” happened in New Mexico during the 1950’s that heightened suspicion.roswell-museum

Nearly 50 years after the story of the mysterious debris broke, the  U.S. military issued a report linking the incident to a top-secret atomic  espionage project called Project Mogul. Still, many people continue to embrace the UFO theory, and hundreds of curiosity seekers visit Roswell  and the crash site every year. Some people believed–and still believe–that the crashed vehicle had not come from Earth at all. They argued that the debris must have come from an alien spaceship.

DUMMY DROPS AND UFOS

These skeptics grew more numerous during the 1950’s, when the Air Force conducted a series of secret “dummy drops” over air bases, test ranges and unoccupied fields across New Mexico The experiments, meant to test ways for pilots to survive falls from high altitudes. Featureless dummies with latex “skin” and aluminum ‘bones’, bandaged, dummies, that looked an awful lot like space aliens were supposed to fall from the sky onto the ground. Whereupon, military vehicles would descend on the landing site to retrieve the ‘bodies’ as quickly as possible. To people who believed the government was covering up the truth about the Roswell landing, these dummy drops seemed just as suspicious. They were convinced that the dummies were actually extraterrestrial creatures who were being kidnapped and experimented on by government scientists.roswell-alien

Today, I plan to blog about the Roswell, NM International Air Center Airport and its uniqueness. During World War II, the airport was called the Roswell Army International Airfield. And during the Cold War, it was known as the Walker Air Force Base. When it closed, it was the largest base of the United State Air Force Strategic Air Command. Roswell International Air Center was developed after the closure of Walker Air Force on June 30, 1967.

Since the base closure in 1967, the City has converted the extensive airfield complex to civil aviation use. The RIAC is home to a fireworks factory, a plastic manufacturer, a builder of buses, a candy manufacturer, aircraft repair and refurbishing companies, and the Roswell Municipal Airport.

All classes of general and commercial aviation activity can presently be accommodated at the RIAC (Roswell International Air Center), including training and research operations as well as equipment maintenance and testing programs. The Eastern New Mexico University has a campus there, and aircraft repair and refurbishing companies including AerSale have airliners stored on-site.

The Roswell International Air Center covers an area of 5,029 acres with two paved runways. The industrial sites and buildings are available for lease with the RIAC, no tenant should lack of space.   airport2

The site was used for several years to launch stratospheric balloons for Air Force projects. The airfield also serves as a storage facility for a number of retired Airbus A300-600R wide body jetliners formerly operated by American Airlines.

In 2002 a series of charter flights operated by Trans World Airlines (TWA) with Boeing 676-300 aircraft were flown into Roswell in order to transport trainees for the Federal Air Marshal service. This training was conducted at the Federal Law Enforcement Training Center in nearby Artesia, New Mexico.

The Boeing Company uses the airfield for braking performance testing of its aircraft, most recently the testing of BF Goodrich carbon brakes on the Boeing 737-900ER model. Brake testing has also been performed on the Boeing 787 Dreamliner at the airport.

A New Mexico National Guard unit uses several buildings on the airport grounds. Since I’ve lived in Roswell, Sarah Palin, Hank JR., President G.W. Bush, President Obama, among other music groups, celebrities and politicians have flown into RAC. Their planes have flown directly over my house.

Roswell is an aircraft Boneyard. Deserts, such as this one, in the Southwestern United States, are good locations for Boneyards since the dry conditions reduce corrosion and the hard ground does not need to be paved. Boneyards are either kept as storage locales or have their parts removed for reuse or resale and are then scrapped.

In August, 2016, the RAC became the temporary retirement home for 20 American Airline jets. The planes are to be restored in Roswell as the airline determined the future for the planes. The aircraft were flown in from all parts of the country.

Today, as I wrote this piece, nearly two dozen airliners flew into Roswell. So not to interrupt regular air traffic, these jets were directed to use an alternate course with some landing five minutes or less from the previous one. That’s a lot of air traffic at one time to deal with on the ground below.

By now, I imagine you know what I’m leading up to. These aircraft took wing over my house. David Bowie wrote the lyrics to the song ‘Space Oddity’ and the song goes like this.

“Ground Control to Major Tom…

Take your protein pills and put your helmet on.”

Needless-to-say, this is how I felt for the hour and a half as the American Airline jets tore up the sky.

“This is Ground Control to Major Tom. You’ve really made the grade. Far above the world, Planet Earth is blue, but now it’s time to leave the capsule if you dare” , at the Roswell International Air Center.

I look the liberty to paraphrase the lyrics a bit to fit my story. Data from: LyricFind. Lyrics provided for educational purposes. Photo: courtesy Bing Images.

I do admit that it was a spectacular sight to see the fleet of plane race across the atmosphere. More of the McDonnall Douglas-80 models are expected in the future to arrive in Roswell. When this happens, I’ll be prepared with my earplugs, helmet, and binoculars. BRING – IT – ON!

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Can a dinosaur be taught new tricks?

September 3rd, 2016

Can a dinosaur be taught new tricks?dinocomputer

I had an interesting Sunday afternoon while shopping with my husband Ed. A nice young man approached us in the store and asked, “Are you happy with your internet package?”

Ed said, “Not really, what do you have to offer?”

Alphonso proceeded to explain the ins and outs and other benefits that his internet package might have that our current service might not. Of course, Ed was mostly interested in the cost. However, his pet peeve is there are too many sports networks and far too many repeat channels.

A man not interested in sports dumbfounded Alphonso, but he did relate to the abundance of repeat channels. In fact, he showed us that the average number of stations offered is around 79. Ed gasped and said, “I swear we get over 1,000 channels. Regular viewing and the upper end Hi-def ones.”

Ed then said, “All I want is the local networks – you know, NBC, CBS and ABC. I also like HGTV, Hallmark Movie Network and Lifetime movies. Can I tailor make my TV watching to satisfy my wants?”

Well, I’m going to move on here because we talked with Alphonso for at least an hour about technical stuff. Boring!

But, what I do want to talk about is this; that Alphonso was in the throes of becoming a writer. We talked about an array of topics connected with writing a book. He also counseled me on the How To’s of promoting your finished and published book.

I’m here to say, that I’m old enough to be his mother, maybe even his grandmother. My first experience with a computer was in the 1980’s. I’m pretty sure that Alphonso cut his baby teeth sitting on his father’s lap at the keyboard. I know my grandson did. In fact, my two kids started using a computer in school before they reached their double digit age.

Alphonso and I had a lot in common, which was nice to discuss. We both discovered our artistic talents early in life, (around six). We both loved poetry and we started to think about becoming a writer in middle school. Our college education centered on business applications and advertising/marketing/promotion. But he had a leg up on me; he had an expansive working knowledge of computers.

Alphonso was speechless when he asked, “Do you have a smart phone?”

And I said, “No.”

“Do you have an Ipod – an Ipad?” and something else that I don’t remember.

“Um, no,” I said. “I have my desk computer workstation and a laptop. That’s it! However, I do use social media… Facebook, Twitter and I have a pretty good website. And oh, by the way, I blog every day if possible… at least 4-5 times a week. ”

“That’s great, Kay. You are building your brand. Once you get a substantial number of ‘followers’, you’ll see an increase in book sales too.”

My ears took notice, but I became troubled when he said, “Now make 30 video blogs.”

Alphonso lost me right there and then. “How do I accomplish this?” I asked.

“Easy as pie.” He said, “Sit in front of your desk computer and talk into the camera.”

So, he attempted to explain how simple this was to do and we swapped email addresses. Regardless, that we were generations apart, our commonality brought us together to share knowledge and ideas. He was in need of a good Proofreader/editor and I needed the encouragement that I could come out of my dinosaur cave and learn more about video-blogging.

Alphonso has a ninety day goal to have his Science Fiction short story finished and published. I promised to connect him with my proofreader/editor. I also pledged to work on my fear about how to video-blog. But until then, I will continue to find interesting things to write about and upload the written word to my website blog.

To answer my own question… can a dinosaur be taught

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I think so.

Best of luck to everyone who has a dream and a goal.

Happy Reading,

K. Lorraine

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