Writing short stories and novel writing with captivating content that connects
Novellas and Short Stories: Crafting Words That Inspire
Writing short stories and novel writing with captivating content that connects
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Many in Body, One in Mind
This is the sequel to Border Crossing. The story is just unfolding. Here's a peek at the story outline.
- The borderline personality that Ariel has witness too is when her brain becomes cross wired and suddenly she is disconnected with the current space that she is in and it is flooded with an elevated speed of connecting to the thoughts that are racing through her mind. Unconsciously she clings to these thoughts as if they are real and moves from one frame of mind to another. Hopefully, there is someone who stays with her while she goes through whatever personality surfaces. Until she is exhausted, and returns to a different state or maybe depression unless there is someone there who can bring her back, calmly connect with her and love her without judgement or discipline etc..
- Esperanto is the universal language of the communities.
- The oneness occurs as people freely connect with whomever that person/s might be. The illusion of color, and race, culture and differences dissolve into a connection of truly feeling the other. Taking time to be with the other, whomever that might be.
- Perez becomes her anchor, her true love, as Ariel sporadically forms new relationships. In and out of relationships is the usual case for BPD but in her case as the story progresses, the relationships she forms with other beings (no illusion of color, race and cultural differences) the reader follows a path towards Many in Body and One in Mind.
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Border Crossing - a short story
Miami March 26th 2025 - The Hyatt Regency - Downtown Miami along the
Miami River.
There she was, Ariel the bionic chef, serving her creations of seafood hors
d’oeuvre to a yacht full of Cuban party goers celebrating some kind of Mardi-
Gras. They came through the lobby of the Hyatt, so scantily clad that they
might have well just been nude. A week long cooking stint, serving seafood
creations for this party boat yacht, full of loud music, booze, and pleasure. inspiredbookwriters@yahoo.com
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The Sharing - a short story
Dartmouth 2023
She came to speak at an event with the promise of enlightenment. When she left, the
college and most of us that attended had a buzz of excitement cursing through our
being. This small statured woman from India, with a large charisma and a simple
message, the Guru, said that there are only two states. You are either suffering or you
are not suffering. That’s when I realized that for many years of living my life filled with
none ending desires had me trapped in a suffering state.
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The Silent Retreat - a short novella
He is sitting on his special rock, waiting for nothing to happen. Waiting to silence his constantly active mind. Currently he is questioning his self inflicted exile from what? Loneliness? Max takes four or five deep breaths and stills his mind just enough to hear the babbling brook running below his feet. He looks at the ten inch crevice of mud, rock, watercress and grassy banks. As he focuses on the water movement he comes out of his revere just as he was getting lost in the moment. He suddenly turns and swivels his body away from the brook and towards the treed ridge. He senses something, it feels like he is being watched but by who or what. In his state of fear he is wondering, where are they coming from? inspiredbookwriters@yahoo.com
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Up Until Now - a short story
“Some choices we make for ourselves in life. And some we make for other people.
Not because we don’t love them, but because we do. The only way we know it’s
right is if it lets us stay true to ourselves. But we can’t regret our choices.”
From The Secret Diary of a Call Girl - by Belle de Jour
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What The Seashore Left Behind - a short novella
“Susie, that is not why I am here,” he is looking at the pile of photos,
“what’s going on?”
Susie looks at Jesse, then at the photos. “Okay, thanks for checking in
with me.” She sits back down on the floor in front of the photos. “Have
a seat. You are about to find out about who I was and whom I have
become.”
She hands Jesse an old, faded photo that’s yellowed, with a man in
military fatigues. He has a submachine gun and belts of bullets
crisscrossed over the heart of his chest.
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Purgatory - a short story
I look over at Asaad as we sit under the “Tree of Forgiveness”. It’s the
only tree in the yard. All of the other trees are on the other side of the
guarded wall. I call it the wailing wall, because where I live I will
never get a chance to pray for redemption, at the Wailing Wall. Asaad
is Arab, the same as the young man who soiled my daughter. I shot him
in the back as he ran from my house. It’s not that I hate Arabs, it was
the fear that maybe my daughter should not associate with an Arab. inspiredbookwriters@yahoo.com
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The Phantom Sky Thief - a short story
His plane rises out of the Black Sea and climbs the steep southern slopes of the Crimean
Mountains that drop into the sea. The Bbmoidaire Challenger 3500 rises effortlessly
over the plateau shaped peaks. The Sky Pilot destination tonight is Donbas where he will
steal a soul once occupied in the body of Bohdan Anastas whose heritage was that of
religious scholars who believed in resurrection.
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When They Leave - a novella
It was back in 2022 that a major transition occurred in my life. I realized I was getting old.
At least older than many of the people I did business with, recreated with, drank with and laughed with.
“When They Leave”, is a personal inquiry of aging. It’s not just the generational differences
that has had an impact. It’s what I felt culturally. What struck me when I thought of pursuing this topic was an Instagram message of how many older people are left behind in rural India as the children move out to pursue their life. Sound familiar? It happens globally, and each culture handles it differently. The Instagram message was to generate funding to feed the elderly.
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The Journals from India - a novella
Harry - I never did answer Karan’s question, “will you watch sunrises with me Harry?” It was Saashini that said, “I will watch the sunrise with you.” The moment was one to relish, and yet I
was in fear of relationship. I had embraced Karan as a dear young friend, and I was enthralled with his mother Saashini. My fear was how the future might be if I were to pursue a deeper relationship with Saashini that included romance.
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Journey of Love series - A novel in six parts - Part 1
Stephanie has shoulder length hair. Dark blonde with some long strands
cascading over her shoulders. She is pretty, not glamorous, but intriguing. I
wondered what inspires someone to model, in public. Same as Frank, she is
staring at something. Stephanie has one leg propped up on a stool, half sitting.
Like Frank, she is well proportioned. As I look at both of them I am
observing body posture and imagining how courageous it is to bare oneself. inspiredbookwriters@yahoo.com
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Journey of Love series - A novel in six parts - Part 2
The near death experience was a personal glimpse of my desire for wisdom beyond all effluvia of my mortal thought. I felt my soul asking for the Divine Grace that it deserves. I battled with my past, what I thought was good, what I knew was not honorable and what had become ugly. And then I surrendered to an outcome, out of gratitude I asked for forgiveness. And I felt the hand of the great Creator of all things, bless me.
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Journey of Love series - A novel in six parts - Part 3
Yesterday, I skied. Traversing into the wooded area where the wind blew
the snow, there was no wind. I meandered and bush whacked my way
through the understory of the tall pines and firs. I looked up through an
opening at the crest of the ridge and realized I had arrived at the best
place to emerge from the cocoon of the forest into the howling wind. inspiredbookwriters@yahoo.com
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Journey of Love series - A novel in six parts - Part 4
We are seated at the small table in the pioneer cabin where it all started a second time for Julian and I. The fire has warmed the cabin, food has been eaten hours ago. We ate in
silence. It was hard to look at each other. So many memories and thoughts. So much love bursting in this little cabin. The energy wanting to blow out the walls. Wanting to escape the
moment. I felt it, she felt it.
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Journey of Love series - A novel in six parts - Part 5
I willed her to agree letting me do my first trek of the season into the high country. There are
several areas I have skied up there late season, and sometimes early season. A week earlier we had hiked up there late October and got snowed on. By the time we hiked down there was about ten inches of snow before it let up. Since then this early winter was shaping up to be a good one, if you are a skier. The drive alone is an adventure, and Julian has become
leery of my solo sojourns. Especially after last year in the Big Horns when I went to find the Medicine Man and our mentor Joseph. There was that dang little slide, deep enough to bury us.
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Journey of Love series - A novel in six parts - Part 6
There he is, Joseph, his long grey and black hair in a braid. He is wearing a beat up
Florida Marlins ball cap. His shirt is a Jimmy Buffet tropical design. He has kaki pants with
a breach clothe covering his lower extremities. Joseph is holding his hiking stick.
He has his customary peace pipe and tobacco bag slung over his right shoulder. Nirvana
and I have no trouble finding him in the Miami Airport. inspiredbookwriters@yahoo.com
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The Gorge of the Mango tree - a short story
The soldiers didn’t fire but watched, with something like dread, the descent of the raft as it passed into the current and, with many a turn and pitch, whirled on faster and faster.
The death song rises triumphantly above the lash of the waves and that distant but awful booming that is to be heard in the canon.Every Crow had his face turned toward the face of the foe with a look of defiance, and the tones of a death chant and in them -By Charles M. Skinner, 1896
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