Amy Mah is a snarky, sarcastic and cynical author who writes of her life as a modern Vampire and whose books can be seen at: www.FangsRule.com or on Amazon her first book is self help guide called: Fangs Rule a girls guide to being a vampire from Reardon Publishing and is available as full colour paperback, Kindle; E Book. Amy also written VAMPIRE where you read of her problems of living her life as a blood chilling denizen of the night. Later this year her book on sexy Demons will be published
Wednesday, October 23, 2013
The Crashing of Heaven and Hell By Dennis Spielman
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The Crashing of Heaven and Hell
By Dennis Spielman
It was so beautiful, yet so terrible, to see the
crashed islands of Heaven and Hell naked on the planet’s surface. To blurt out
how and why would be a great insult to everyone involved. To be truly
enlightened, or entertained if you’re an Atheist, you must know the series of
events that happened on the day Heaven and Hell came crashing down. Follow the
normal lives of several people on the Green Planet as they deal with vengeful
actors, kidnapping robots, making a documentary, a disappearing moon,
scavengers in space, a zombie rights protest, and the Gods’ schemes to cause
the planet’s heaven and hell to crash on the surface. Take an amazing journey
on Hell’s wicked roller coaster, fly with angels in heaven, shop in a
futuristic mall in the shape of a crystalline horse, run from a giant three
headed dog on a hover board, meet some fascinating people, and get involved in
the Gods’ drama in Dennis Spielman’s book, The Crashing of Heaven and Hell.
(A Scene from Chapter 12)
woke up violently, as if she’d killed in a nightmare. She sat upright on her
zebra-striped comforter. Randomly arranged on her red walls were twenty-five of
her favorite pictures, each with a unique element of beauty or passion. In one
corner was a brown dresser in the style of a tree trunk with pictures she
personally took of her boyfriend. In another corner was a checkered green
dresser with candid photos of Virus that Jet took. The lighting in the room—as
Virus described it to be after spending hours working on it—was perfect.
dressed in black, baggy jeans, with a linked chain belt, and a bright red
t-shirt with a sleeve ripped off and a set of white Rorschach inkblots on the
front. Sweat dripped off her wavy jet-black hair. She felt drained despite her
past was not the source of her current tension. The circle repeated itself. She
had to act quickly. She opened the only window in her room, which was on the
south wall. She jumped outside, her onyx combat boots meshed with red grass to
match their red house. The house itself looked like three triangles with the tips
pointing out towards the blue-green sky.
for energy, she ran to the Scattered Market across her moderately sized yard,
big enough to land a few vehicles. As she made her way, tiny Flower Sprites in
the yard fluttered away, scattering in every direction. The market was mix of
improvisational shacks for shops where all sorts of people (and by “people,” I
do not imply only humans, but all living beings such as radical robots, ghastly
grays, pleasant puppets, gruesome globins, unicorns, and frolicking fairies,
just to describe some of the many kinds of people) sought the market’s most
unique food and items around. Virus only wanted to hear a scream.
the city, the market had a natural, sort of organic randomness to its layout.
Virus weaved deep in the market’s maze before she approached a middle-aged
troll in a brown business suit. She grabbed his left arm, turned him around,
and then lifted up the sleeves of his suit and dug her fingernails into his
skin. She soaked in the sound of his painful scream. The sound of anyone
screaming gave her energy and a euphoric sensation. As beautiful as she felt in
this state, sometimes, but not this time, she would remember this genetic
mutation emerged the day she saw her mother die.
released a deep breath, coming down from her high, and then promptly kneed the
troll in the crotch and ran off.
back to the house,” she said to herself. “You don’t want him to know where you
live. He might come pay you a visit. Maybe leave a severed head.”
ran down a random path in the market. People looked at her, but didn’t care to
do anything. Lazy bastards, she
thought. She kept weaving deeper, not thinking nor watching - just escaping. “Whoa.”
nearly fell over from a loose stepping-stone. She took the moment to size up
her new deserted surroundings. It was a clear circular intersection. She knew
the area. In the center stood a stone pot with a blue glass rose.
guess I needed to come here,” she said. “It has been a long time, Mom.”
approached the rose, but she stopped herself. She turned away and hastily sat
down on a stone facing the rose. She just stared at the rose for a long time.
No thoughts, just sitting there and staring at it. She closed her eyes to take
in the pain before she shot up and screamed her heart out. She fell to her
knees as a wave of relief and power swept over her. The ground rumbled. She
looked around. “What the Hell?”
turned toward the rose. Hovering in a ghostly form was her mother. She
possessed a mystical, elegant beauty to her nature when compared to Virus.
While Virus was rough and tough, she was smooth and peaceful in a nimble,
Virus said, fighting back tears.
can see me?”
mother looked just as bewildered as Virus.
were telling the truth. Well then, I have to warn you.”
me about what, Mom?” Virus had never been this scared. “What’s going on?”
think about how you can make something better.”
why tell me this?”
stepped forward, but her mother faded away under the distraction of another
face went blank. She reflected on the ghostly visit. Many unbelievable,
imaginative, crazy, magical, beautiful, and wonderful things existed in this
universe, but seeing spirits was not a common occurrence. It sent a chill
About the Author
Dennis Spielman is
locally known for producing the travel show site, Uncovering Oklahoma, which he
started back in 2009. He’s author of Uncovering Oklahoma’s Date Idea Book
series and The Movie Murder Mystery Party, along with several short stories and
movies. He also produced an improvised comedy series, Dennis Spielman’s [Wild]
Improv Challenge, and directed the Twinprov music video, Iron Man 2 Rap (Lady
Gaga Bad Romance Remix). He spends most of his time working, exploring new
places, and creating new projects, both big and small.
A self help guide by Amy Mah (Vampire) for teenage vampire girls, the guide is fully illustrated by manga Artist Heby and is written in an easy to follow A - Z format explaining everything a teenage vampire girl would need to know about living life as a modern Vampire. What is fashionable to wear when eating out? Fang maintenance & how to keep your claws sharp. Should you let a boy bite you on the first date? Easy to understand clear advice is given to every day problems Example: When you get an urge to bite: We all get those normal urges to bite things, and I must point out it is very normal, Claws are all well and good in a fight but a bite gives the extra advantage of getting a refreshing drink at the same time. Lots of girls worry about showing their Fangs in public believing that to show your fangs is rude, but don't be shy they can be a girls greatest asset (ok second greatest asset) if a boy is being rude to you, don't just snarl at him, just bite him! You are a vampire why do you think you have sharp teeth if not for sinking them into a boy that is being rude to you.
Today's world is difficult for everyone, especially teenagers. They face the stresses of school, deciding whom to date, and the biggie of sex, just to name a few. Imagine all of those things ten times worse, and you might get an idea of what it's like being a living, breathing teenage vampire. At last, the world can read about the life of a girl with good teeth, her problems with strong sunlight that gave her spots, and the sunblock that made her hair go yucky and produced more spots. Yes, sunlight was dangerous, as she could be the first teenager in history to die from terminal acne! In her everyday life, older vampires expected her to walk about at night in the traditional female uniform, a see-through, 18th-century nightdress, without undies! Well, this female vampire knew why the cold winds blowing along the corridors were called, "male winds," so she wore her see-through nightdress over jeans and a very thick jumper. To be sure that people would still know she was a vampire, the jumper had a very large, pink bat on it. And as to guys, well, it was normal for a girl to dream about guys; she just wished the dreams could have involved chocolates and holding hands, not leaping out at someone, ripping off his shirt, and demanding to know what blood type he was (at least not on the first date).