The hardest thing for people to believe about me is that I am actually shy. The powerful voice I use on the stage or in the classroom isn't a constant in my life. This evening, I had the great opportunity to listen to and meet with two fabulous ladies, Leanna Reneee Hieber and Alethea Kontis. …
I don't know how many mistakes I have made in publishing my first book, but walking back from the Audubon Park Farmer's Market I realize just how happy I am and that things are good. Not always great, but pretty good. I was able to deliver another one of my books to one of my …
Something wicked this way comes... and my first novel, Blood Child, has been released. It is a weird and very surreal thing to have a dream come true and at the same time not yet know if it will flower. I hope you will enjoy my first book and all the ones to come. It …
Chapter 3 Atalik’s body, according to the county records, was interred on his estate in the family mausoleum. The magnificent mausoleum rivaled that of Heinrich Schliemann’s in Greece, shaped like a temple with marble columns and carved reliefs. It wasn’t an original part of the estate but had been built shortly after the property was …
Chapter 2 Em and her brothers were born and grew up at the New York Bathory estate. Their births all took place in the house itself, attended by a midwife and a physician in a room built specially for the receiving of Bath heirs. Their father, Count Atalik Hedrick Bath, insisted on having access to …
Chapter 1 “I am not drunk enough to talk about it now.” The interview I had lobbied over six months for just turned on her heels and walked back into the shadows of the house, leaving the door wide open and giving me an excellent view of her curves. My appreciation for them was short-lived, …
1. The cat has no problem being on the roof. 2. You are the one with the problem. 3. The cat doesn't care. She is having a wonderful time. 4. It will seem insane, but if the cat got up, the cat get down herself. 5. Still you will try and you will fail. 6. Tuna …
it is sad when the poet runs out of words runs out lyrics to sing and the chambers of thoughts once over flowing are empty then the poet isn't a poet any more and slowly begins to die
Tomorrow is a school day. The first day back after two weeks of vacation. Students and teachers alike dread the first day back. Students don't want to work and the teachers already feel overwhelmed. Every year I tell myself that I am going to do this or that over the break to get a head …
Well, not really, but it sounds good, right. Today isn't the first day of my next project. It the first day that I am returning to it after more than a month off. I didn't write for a month. Yes, that is right, I didn't write for over a month. I thought about it, but …
Lucinda Rose 