Friday, February 24, 2017


In Sir Mousalot - A Knight's Tail, a mouse named Nibbles imagines he's a knight and uses his new-found bravery to save himself from a "squeaky" situation. As Sir Mousalot, Nibbles proves that even a little imagination can help you cope with everyday challenges, big and small. Through Nibbles and his wonderful imagination, I hope to teach kids that the power to protect yourself is already within you! Read, learn and be brave!




...Meet the Calvert’s, a family both blessed and cursed since the 1600’s. Their first-born’s have always been males who excel at whatever business endeavor they take on—but die young, in strange circumstances, soon after they reach the pinnacle of business success. The females born to the Calvert’s cannot bear children and die young because of ill health. The latest couple in this long line of brilliant and tragic family members is Perry and Jessica Calvert. They, as generations of Calvert’s, attempted to break the evil curse. They just might… Meet Max and Terri Porter, Perry’s best friend and younger sister. Frightened for business success himself due to his family’s curse, he planned on using his formative skills to make Max’s business dreams and plans succeed, while he comfortably stayed a silent partner. The Porters were also godparents—the second parents—to Perry’s daughter, Connie. Because Perry’s first born was a daughter, he thought that it broke the long standing family curse. However, created another, more cruel curse, for his daughter to endure. Max buys a castle in upstate New York, where both families shared memories and lives. But this castle, built by Alonzo Antonelli in the mid eighteen hundreds, holds dark mysteries and hidden rooms and fables of hidden treasures that lied within. Subsequent generations of sons of the Antonelli family disappeared mysteriously within the walls of the manor attempting to find the treasure. What’s behind the walls of this house that caused such pain to three families? Accompany Connie, Perry’s daughter, as she goes on a search—a quest—to stop the curse, and to unravel the mysterious Antonelli disappearances. She accused fate for her many tragedies in life and gallantly fought it to change her lot in life and by doing so destroying the curse. She set out to rescue the castle from that unseen and unknown entity –fate.


61belxokijl"The officers were surprised at how silent Sebastian was. They expected him to be more wound-up over the fact that he just heard of the death of his parents. For the second time in his life, maybe the third, Sebastian felt like he didn’t have a care in the world for anything. Although this was not his usual personality, even the feel of the car easing out of the driveway onto the street did not bother him. Sebastian sat silent in the back seat, his head hung, feeling lost and having no one –or no where –to turn to. “May I see some identification?”The female officer asked politely. Sebastian didn’t say a word as he reached for his wallet and passed it through the open window, separating him from the police. “Thank you,”she said, and started to search for his birth certificate. When she found it, she quickly understood why Sebastian was so upset and why he didn’t say anything. She glanced in the rearview mirror, handed back the wallet with all its’contents then whispered to her partner, “He’s twenty-two.”Her partner shook his head slowly, and even though Sebastian heard her, he didn’t care one way or the other. Once they parked at the emergency entrance of Memorial Hospital and Sebastian released from the rear of the car, many of the staff members were staring at him, trying to sympathize with his loss. The first person to greet him was Rachel’s staff member, Stefan. He held out a hand in as a friendly gesture, but Sebastian was a void on two legs. “Excuse us,”the male officer addressed Stefan, driving Sebastian passed him and directing Sebastian like a prisoner to the room where his parents lay, then to Sebastian said, “Are you going to be okay?”Sebastian remained silent and the second face he saw was Deanne Newman. She had appeared from the elevator doors and, in quick steps, approached Sebastian and the officers. Although she had a stern attitude, she also respected law enforcement, noticing that the female officer had held up her hand. Sebastian had stood his ground as best he could. His legs were slightly shaky and he didn’t want to cause a scene. Slowly he raised his arms outward, indicating that he wanted some space, which was granted. He then –just as slowly –pulled back the drapes and saw what was left of Michael and Rachel Masters. Sebastian stepped forward, closed the drape behind him, though one of the officers had followed him. “¡ Papá, madre!”Paul Nosach There was barely anything left of his parents: Mangled and twisted bodies,"


Excerpt from Stark Shadows  CD Bradley

Kira couldn’t believe her eyes. She said there staring at the screen. Her stomach lurched. She’d always heard follow the money. But she never dreamed. The parent company that owned both the chemical company that made the larva side and Genentech that engineered the mosquitoes with none other than Anderson stark technologies acting CEO Simon Preston. Here a quick trembling fingers up to her face. The danger in the shadows was with her all along.
"Viper Two. All targets confirmed. On your account.” Stark ordered into the headset.
“One” Sgt. Colin called out. Stark put his target square in his sights. He breathed in and out evenly to time the shot exactly on a sale. Something about the way her hands trembled moved him.
“Two” came the call. Reality will I displayed the intestinal fortitude required to fight on to the ranger objective and complete the mission, though I be the lone survivor. Something innately familiar about her couldn’t place. She reminded him of…
“Three.” All rangers fired. Stark was lost in his thought and hesitated for a brief second. The other targets dropped and he snapped back his target moved but was still within his sights. He pulled the trigger and realized just a moment too late the mist filled the air as the bullet made contact. She dropped to the floor. Her head bounced off the ground and she lay motionless in the growing Crimson pool Stark closed his eyes. The brown leather and metal band on her left wrist painfully evident as she went down. He couldn’t read the inscription from here but he didn’t have to he knew what it said.


pizap-com14875447494961She grabbed the dogs off him since they had progressed to smelling parts of him better left alone. The smallest was a Jack Russell.
"That one is Pesky," Vivica said as the little one leaped four feet in the air trying to get in Teague's arms. "The middle child is Evita and the big one is Rex."
"Hello Pesky, Evita and Rex," Teague said, scratching them all behind the ears.
Pesky followed him, still trying to get him to hold her. He finally picked her up and she yipped delightedly. Evita licked his shoe and Rex sat opposite him staring. He looked like he was part something very large, like an Irish Wolfhound or possibly a horse. Evita looked like a beagle blend. They all seemed to accept him, delighted at his presence. While he held Pesky, winning her over completely by rubbing her belly, Vivica made coffee.
"I hope you don't have to get up too early," she said.
"I can be a little late with Scott. He's not an early riser anyway and he'll understand once I tell him why I'm late."
"Oh? What will you tell him?" Her green eyes held a reprimand, thinking he would make fun.
"I'll tell him I was getting to know the most beautiful woman in the world."
Her eyes and smile softened, her lip trembling as tears threatened to fall. "You have this way of blindsiding me with compliments, Teague McMurtry. Why are you so damn adorable?"
He smiled, his voice dropping into the delicious, dark chocolate range. "It's easy to compliment a woman when all I have to do is tell the truth. You are beautiful, vivacious, magnificent, stunning and seductive." He set the dog down, walking over to where she stood. "I want you to tie me up in your hair and never let me go." He took handfuls of her hair, bringing them to his lips, inhaling deeply as he buried his face in her dark tresses.
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pizap-com14875136239651OPENED MY EYES as the cool, damp air caressed me in a fashion I haven’t felt in years. There wasn’t much around but trees and bushes. Sitting up I noticed a small fire going in the pit at the center of the grove. Wait… Grove? I shot to my feet and surveyed my surroundings. Two benches, a small fire burning low in the pit, a canteen of water, some bread, and a chunk of meat on a wooden plank by some other small stuff on the bench. I was looking at the row of trees for any movement but the forest beyond the grove looked still as still as a painting. The bushes sealed the grove off from the rest of the forest as they were planted perfectly between each massive tree trunk to form a perfect circle. They were groomed to a flat appearance on the sides while the top remained wild and free. This looked oddly familiar. Realization set in the moment I turned back to face the fire and saw a man standing there. He was bald and his robes would have made anyone else think he was a monk from a corny B rated movie, but this man was most definitely not a monk. My heart picked up speed as I remembered whom this man really was. A priest. A very powerful Druid priest. As if he knew my thoughts, he smiled and bent forward leaning his face down in a gesture of greeting. When his face became level with mine again he wasn’t so amused to see me. “Bryce Marshall.” He said my name in a chiding tone. “Please come sit with me Bryce.” He walked around the fire and lowered himself to one of the benches, then patted the other to indicate where he wanted me. I wasn’t sure what to think, to be honest. His smile was reassuring but there was an undertone of despondency I almost didn’t catch. I slowly made my way to the bench and sat next to him. He sat and watched the flames dance slowly as they licked at the wood in a hungry frenzy. The only light came from the small fire and reflected off his face in a soft orange hue. Taking his lead, I sat and stared at the fire. When he finally spoke it made me jump. “Bryce. Can you tell me why I brought you here?” He asked in a low voice as he sat watching the flames dance. I was at a loss for words so I remained quiet as I followed suit watching the display the flames provided before me. “No idea? I figured as much.” He was being borderline rude. He sighed heavily as he stood up and walked to the opposite side of the fire. I was now staring at him through the flames. “The Divine allowed me to guide you in the journey to save your son, your bloodline but you chose to ignore my wisdom and carry on like a pigheaded Roman soldier. Can you tell me why this is?” His words hit me like a wrecking ball to the gut. I had no explanation for him. “Nothing huh?” Shaking his head he started to make his way back around the fire towards me. “One person in your current lifecycle has changed the stars for you all. This person has been tasked with breaking the cycle your bloodline has been stuck in. The phases of change have been set in motion, Bryce. None of which you have been aware of.” Again, I was at a loss for words. I continued to stare at the flames as they hungrily licked at the wood like demons feasting on the souls of those sent to the underworld. A soft chuckle emanated from his mouth as he made his way around the fire. “You know better Bryce. The underworld, as you call it, does not exist. Rather, it is a different plane in which the negative energies are allowed to flourish and gain power from those who feed it with their own negativity.” He stopped in front of me blocking the fire from my view. “This plane was your destiny until I stepped in. I believed in you when the Divine were willing to banish you. To stick you in an equally dark plane of existence that matched your soul. I gave up my existence as a mortal to help you and your son.” I looked up into his eyes. “Stubborn, naïve Bryce.” He scolded, shaking his head. I held his gaze as he continued to watch me for any reaction other than the blank look I was giving him. “You truly do not understand the magnitude of what is happening here do you Bryce?” I finally got annoyed. “I am a forty year old man, goddammit! How dare you speak down to me like a child.” I shouted as I stood and stared him in the eye. He never once lost his gaze, nor did he show any fear to my aggressive advancement upon him. He simply stood his ground and continued to weigh and measure me. “Your aggression does nothing for you here Bryce. It does not alter what is and what will be. It only lends more reason for the Divine to take you as they wish and deposit you in your rightful plane of existence. The darkness within you is building once more. This worries the Divine.” The heat in his eyes wasn’t fueled by anger but passion. Passion for what he believed in… Me. “Something I refuse to allow.” His eyes squinted slightly as he spoke and I recognized the determination behind the man. I can’t say I missed Erwin Orr all that much; he was rather pushy when he chose to be. Everything came flooding back to me in a rush of pictures in my mind. All the events of the past lifecycles and the feelings flooded over me from all those years of frustration and anger. “Yes, Bryce. I fought for you and put my existence on the line for you and your son. I believed you could change, that you could help Aubrie break this curse. It hurts me to see what you have become.” He spoke with a soft, slightly defeated voice. “The Divine took your free will away the moment they marked you with darkness in your soul. Their actions were unjustified and created doubt in me of their intentions for us all.” He shook his head and his demeanor changed to solemnity. “Paige could very well have taken your life and sent you to the plane you were destined to be so many years ago.” He stood barely two inches from me but he seemed worlds away. “I’m not the same person I was when I was younger Erwin. People change.” I spat the last bit at him. It was laced with enough vehemence to get the point across. I looked at him as he continued to search within my eyes. “Stop that.” I looked away from the priest."

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"The Night That Ended It All “So who wants to go in and check it out?”  I asked looking around at Lexi, Janelle and Ryder.  “I don’t know Chase, it doesn’t look too safe.”  Janelle said holding the hand of her boyfriend of over three years Ryder.  Ryder squeezed her hand, “Looks fun to me.  Shit I haven’t seen anyone come or go from this abandoned piece of shit in years.” “Wasn’t the city supposed to knock it down by now?” I smiled, “You’re telling me none of you know where we are standing right now?”  I looked around the group.  “Come on guys!  We’ve only grown up with this story.” Lexi’s eyes squinted as she concentrated hard on the outside of the old house.  It was a two-story house set off the main road with an overgrown lawn, three wooden steps that looked like they would give way at any moment and a door that hadn’t been opened in over a decade due to the history.  I nodded as my smiled widened. “Is it clicking yet?” They all looked at me, Ryder grinned, “This is it?” I opened the chain gate and moved my arm to the side, “Ladies and gentlemen I give you Hell House, where bodies lined the walls in the basement, where the cops were beaten and refused to set foot on the grounds afterwards.  Where the only one victim to get away later wake back up in the hell they had thought they escaped from.”  I turned with my back to the gate and spread my arms wide for effect, a smile spread across my lips as I watched the others faces. “I’m not going in there.” Janelle said shaking her head. “Come on,” I groaned, “no one has been in it in years.  Plus it was all an urban legend anyway.  There was never any proof that anything actually happened in this house…besides bum orgies maybe.”  I laughed. Ryder joined my laughter, “That’s messed up dude.” I looked around the group taking a step into the gate, my back to the house, “So…who is with me?”  At first no one moved, Ryder finally said, “Fuck it, let’s do it.  I mean we are already here.  It would be a crime to not go inside now.” Janelle dropped his hand, “No, I’m not going in there.  I mean what if the cops come by and catch us.  I’m not going to jail or getting this on my record I have college to think about.”  Her eyes narrowed.  I rolled my eyes, typical Janelle she was too smart for her own good.  She was sixteen and already getting a fully scholarship to basically any college she decided to go to.  It was rare that we were friends because I was actually on the opposite level of that spectrum.  I’d be lucky to get into any college with my grades.  If it wasn’t for Lexi pushing me I probably wouldn’t have even cared to graduate.  “You’re not going to go to jail Janelle.  Damn live a little for once.  Ryder talk to your girl.” “Sorry not all of us want a record Chase.  I wasn’t named after my fathers favorite past time.”  Low blow but completely true.  I smiled, “You have me there, Janelle.”  Dear old dad named me Chase because he was always running from the police.  I didn’t care all that much because he wasn’t ever around.  I had been raising myself for years, Lexi’s mom actually let me crash there more times then I could count.  I had a place to stay, and her family loved me for whatever reason.  I was a problem child but never in trouble with the law.  “Stop guy’s.”  Ryder said, “Look let’s just go inside for a minute and look around.  What could it hurt?”  “I’ll go.” Lexi finally said surprising everyone. “You can’t be serious.” Janelle said. She shrugged, “I think it sounds fun.” She smiled and took my hand. I brought her hand to my lips and kissed her fingertips.  A relationship that was still crazy for me.  Lexi was better than me in every way possible.  She was beautiful with her long brownish black hair, hazel eyes and a smile that took everyone’s breath away.  And might I add she had a body to kill for with curves in all of the right places.  I knew I was lucky to have her.  She was my best friend besides Ryder but she still knew more about me than him.  She knew my whole world and still wanted me.  I was her bad boy and she was my good girl to corrupt.  “Fine.” Janelle said finally breaking. Ryder placed his arm around her shoulders, “It’ll be fun and we’ll all stick together.” She let out a deep breath, “Okay, let’s get this over with, I’m starving.” I smiled, “Let’s go.”  I started walking backwards towards the house Lexi’s hand still in mine, I kept my eyes on hers and she smiled that smile that made everything vanish.  “Here we go.”  I said as my hand touched the doorknob.  I turned it slowly, half expecting it to be locked, but it wasn’t.  The door creaked open with a little muscle behind the push.  A cloud of dust seemed to greet us; we all coughed a little and fanned the front of our faces. I turned to the group, “phones ready?”  I clicked on my flashlight on my phone and lit the walkway.  Everyone else followed suit.  I was the first to go into the house.  I was careful with my steps.  The floor creaked with every movement.  Wood floors, which were drooping in places, a staircase leading to the upstairs bedrooms where supposedly a young girl was burned to death.  A hint of smoke filled my nostrils, I played it off as my imagination.  My heart was beating slightly faster than I cared to admit. Lexi stopped pulling my hand towards her, “Did you hear that?” We all stopped and listened our ears waiting to hear any bit of movement from the house. “It’s probably just the house settling, we’ve disturbed it and these floors haven’t been walk on in years.”  I moved my foot along the dust covered ground, it groaned under my weight. Ryder’s flashlight kept searching the areas in the front room.  “Dude, let’s go downstairs.”  I nodded, “Lead the way.” We all headed towards the staircase, which lead to the basement; the place where everything evil imaginable could have happened did happen, or so the story went.  Our shoes making the floor creak the whole way, the door was slightly ajar so it didn’t take anything to get it open.  We stood at the top of the steps looking down into the eerie looking basement.  It was pitch black, dust circles sliding past our light.  Ryder took a deep breath before placing his foot on the first step.  He began to move down the staircase.  “Be careful guys, the railing isn’t very sturdy.” The girls moved down after him and I took up the end.  They felt safer being surrounded by us guys.  Lexi reached back and took hold of my hand and squeezed.  I squeezed her fingers back letting her know that I was there and wasn’t going to let anything happen to her. At the bottom of the stairs we all began looking in different directions, our lights dancing off the walls and floor.  Janelle clung to Ryder as Lexi and I began to look around the room.  What could have been blood was scattered on the walls.  “Guys!” Janelle’s voice cried out. “What is it?” I asked as me and Lexi came over to her. She pointed to the wall, written in a dull red color, which for all we knew was blood, human blood.  An upside down cross, the words “I’ll Be Back”."

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