Out of Night
by: Violette L. Reid
(Chapter 1 excerpt )
Night, a sweltering planet void of natural light, where solitary darkness reigned as queen and melancholy whimpering was etched into the very atmosphere. Gray skies masked the planet beneath a drab, misty blanket. Jagged buildings littered the dry and rocky surface, protruding from the ground like encrusted spines. Misshapen and haggard, they reached towards the foggy heavens in heaps of twisted architecture. Between the buildings, in mammoth menacing billows, foul vapors floated up into the hot air from singed bodies as they passed through the fires of Molech. Cackling laughs flowed from the mouths of demons as they tortured souls, bound in white-hot chains, hanging from sporadic edifices.
“It is your turn,” a porcine face demon grunted as she grabbed the arm of a trembling young male. The puny boy dropped to the ground, the thin cloth covering his body fell off, exposing him completely. He plopped down hard, hoping that the demon would be thrown off by his weight but the she-demon’s muscled pimply arm did not flinch.
“Get up!” the demon squealed as she effortlessly yanked the boy up and slammed him into the lapping tongues of the sacrificial fire.
Appalling displays of human and animal sacrifices litter the surface of the planet like a colony of frenzied ants feasting on miscellaneous insect flesh.
NOVELS IN PROGRESS
All of the following novels are in first draft stage so exceprts will be periodically updated.
Blue: Supernatural Romance
(Excerpt from Ch.1)
“Picture perfect,” said Myles O’Neil as he smiled in the mirror and licked his even white teeth. His olive skin was smooth and tanned; his features sharp and angular. Sparking blue eyes stared back at him and he smiled again. “Can’t get any better than this.” His fingers ran through a thick nest of honey blonde hair, letting each curl caress his slender fingers. Myles winked at himself. He fixed his tie and walked out of the bathroom into the bedroom.
Darkness filled the spacious room. Myles tried to make his way over to the recliner sitting near the window over looking the city without waking his sleeping wife. His briefcase was sitting on the foot of the chair. He could barley see his own hands nevertheless any potential obstacle in his way. I cannot afford to wake her, he thought to himself. Myles could not stand to see his wife’s distrusting eyes burn through him. His stomach fluttered and guilt flooded his body. Almost there. He tripped across one of her shoes and fell to the floor with a thump.
“Shot!” He spat out.
The woman in the bed stirred. Myles got to his feet and grabbed his attaché case. He straightened his clothes and tried to spring towards the door.
“Baby?” Lashunda moved from under the covers. She was so dark that she seemed to blend in with the room. So black was her skin, she looked blue; therefore, she was called Blue by her loved ones. Lacy blankets fell to her lap. Her big bright brown eyes opened and she rubbed the cobwebs away with her small ebony hands. Lashunda sat up, revealing her naked breast, and turned toward the clock. A dreadlock fell in front of her eye and she tucked the soft rope of hair neatly behind one ear. An audible yawn escaped her lips as she observed the time. “Isn’t it a bit early for work sweety?”
The Second Chronicle of Zayashariya: Into Day: Sequel to Out of Night (Fantasy)
(Excerpt from Ch.1)
“Ma, look.” Verlard pointed to the semi-frozen body.
“Maybe we should go back.” Mexavier pulled at her son. Fear entered her heart. “It may be a trick. That could be a robber laying in wait.” Mexavier’s suspicions grew concerning the stranger. They must be running from something, she thought. Villages were way too far apart to visit each other on foot. No person from around here would be foolish enough to attempt such a journey.
“No. We can’t leave. They could be in real danger,” Verlard pleaded. “I pray that someone would help me if I was in their position. I never mean to defy you but I have to see if they're okay. I can protect myself very well. Don't worry about me.”
“You're right son.” Mexavier nodded her approval; a look of trepidation and unease on her face. “Go ahead.”
“Thank you.” Verlard walked toward the body cautiously. Smooth curves defined the body. “It's a woman.” Verlard looked closely at the seemingly lifeless female lying on her side. Long and tangled violet hair covered her face and the ground around her head. Frost covered her body from head to toe. “Mom, come closer.” He waved her over.
“Oh my!” Mexavier whispered. “Poor girl.” She moved the hair from the woman’s face with nervous fingers.
“She is so beautiful.” Verlard knelt down in front of the woman and placed his fingers on her neck to check for a pulse. “Mother, she is still alive!” He looked dreamily into the woman’s face. Her plum lips were cracked but very full and beautiful. Her long lashes were coated with frost along with her thick arched brows. Her skin was as black as pitch and as smooth as marble.
Angel Crush: Supernatural mystery
(Excerpt from Ch.1)
“I just bought this radio. I can’t believe it is not working,” she mumbled. Sadie unplugged it and the music came on. She flipped the unit upside down. There were no batteries. Instantly the volume blared. Sadie dropped the radio to the floor, barely missing her foot. She bent to pick it up when the entire room dropped at least twenty degrees in temperature. She could feel her skin like it was a foreign object. Her heart thumped. She bolted up. Her feet were glued to the floor as her eyes searched every corner of the room. A flapping-fluttering sound filled the room. Sadie pressed her palms tight against her ears. A single tear ran down her face. Chill bumps cascaded down every inch of her body. A strong breeze wrapped around her like a blanket of ice. Her T-shirt waved like a hand with no bones. The gust became so strong that she could hardly keep her footing. She turned her eyes to the window. It was closed. Everything outside seemed undisturbed. Even the leaves on the trees stood suspended in motionlessness.
“What’s happening? Who’s here?” she screamed. “I’ll call the police! I have a gun!” she lied. “Show yourself!”
The kitchen light flickered. The sound grew louder. She wrapped her arms around her head. A gust of wind blew her to the floor. Sadie fell hard on her behind.
“Oh God! What’s going on?” she cried, looking around the room, her hands vigorously massaging her tail bone. She saw movement. Sweat formed on her brow. Sadie reverberated off the floor and pulled a butcher's knife out of the knife rack.
A dark shadow fell upon her face. The knife hit the floor, its wooden handle making an echoing thud. Sadie’s eyes stretched in horror and disbelief. Her mouth opened and her lips tore back, exposing all teeth and gums. A scream fell silent upon her lips as two large hands grabbed hold of her shoulders and lifted her unconscious body into the air.
A Lady and Her Lovers: Chick Lit
(Excerpt from Ch.1)
I love men. I have always loved men. To simply say love is merely an understatement. I desire them. I yearn for them. I crave them like chocolate and in turn their pure existence requires me like oxygen. They flutter through my daydreams like muscular butterflies soaring on wings of desire and bombard my night visions in massive assemblies all pining over me and only me. I am their muse and they are my artists, all using their talents to capture the essence of me. When I am alone, I let the scent of their cologne linger on my clothes for days until it fades. Only then will I toss the garment into the laundry after their odorous ghost vanishes and I am wrecked with my own momentary sadness, sorely missing them.
Men are like kryptonite. When near them, I am simply finished. My body overheats and my brain malfunctions. I melt like the Wicked Witch of the West under their toothsome touch.