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Throwback Thursday: Sunshine’s Night of Darkness, Scene 10

July 31, 2014

SCENE ONE (and an explanation of what the hell is going on with these posts)

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SUNSHINE’S NIGHT OF DARKNESS

Synopsis:  It’s Sunshine’s first day of work in security at the P.U.R.E Corporation and all she wants to do is make it through orientation, but first she’s got to fill out a name tag requisition form, fit her uniform, meet a cute computer geek … oh, and save her fellow employees from genetically-mutated, blood-lusting vampires.

Notes: All work is registered with the WGC & the WGA.

- Scene Ten -

INT. LAB 17, RESEARCH AND DEVELOPMENT, P.U.R.E CORPORATION – LATER

Leila sits hooked into various machines, one of which looks like it cycles blood. Dixon toggles through a series of windows and programs on a laptop computer.

DIXON

… DNA can be resequenced. It remembers its original pattern, so we reshuffle to reflect … thirty?

LEILA

Twenty-five.

DIXON

(still a little unsure)

Right … and refresh and recharge all your blood. We have to wait for reabsorption –

LEILA

I’m not interested in details just outcome.

DIXON

Well, it’s important you understand –

LEILA

Youth, beauty, sex, money, power. I’m only missing the former, and I expect you to provide it without cluttering my mind with your science.

DIXON

Ummm … all right. Well … Side effects?

LEILA

(bored)

Continue.

DIXON

Sensitivity to light. Um, your eyes and skin could be sensitive to sunshine, heat, so stay out of direct contact. And, ah … well, death.

LEILA

I do read your reports, whether I like to or not.

DIXON

Oh, good, good –

LEILA

The treatment?

DIXON

Yes.

Dixon hits the space bar and a sequence runs on the computer.

DIXON (CONT’D)

You should feel drowsy and then …

Leila’s eyes bat close. Blood fills the cycling canister and then pumps through various tubing into various machines until a bloody web of plastic tubing forms around Leila.

sunshine(etc) poster

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SUNSHINE’S NIGHT OF DARKNESS – a screenplay by Meghan Ciana Doidge

SCENE ONE

SCENE TWO

SCENE THREE

SCENE FOUR

SCENE FIVE

SCENE SIX, SEVEN, EIGHT, NINE, TEN

SCENE TEN (above)

Writer Wednesday – Ella Medler

July 30, 2014

Let’s welcome author Ella Medler to Writer Wednesday on the blog!! I haven’t been doing these posts regularly for while, but when Ella mentioned her novella ‘Not Juliet’ to me I knew I had to tell you all about it  plus an excerpt and a new recipe – YAY!

Made by Ella Medler

Easy-make, flourless, low-fat macaroons

In a bowl big enough to make a salad put 4 egg whites.
Whip them until stiff, adding 4 spoonfuls of sugar as you go.
Add any flavorings (I like a dash of extra almond).
Now add in equal quantities shredded coconut and ground almonds (almond meal) until the mix reaches dropping consistency.
You want to be able to drop sloppy spoonfuls of this on a baking sheet.
Bake for about ten minutes – or until firm to touch.
Cool on a cooling rack.
Drizzle melted chocolate for a luxury finish.
low-fat macaroons
Meghan’s note: make sure the egg whites are room temp. Also, I adore adding ground almonds to my macaroons – YUM!

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Not Juliet

Not Juliet book cover

Synopsis:  Riella Smith, an unconventional Romany Princess, travels to Tuscany on the trail of her father’s challenger, to delay him and prevent unnecessary bloodshed and humiliation. What she expects is trouble from a fearsome rival. But life is rarely that easy. The trouble she finds is of a different kind. Soon, she faces the toughest decision of her life – again – though it should really be a no-brainer. All she has to do is choose between her people and a myth. After all, there’s no such thing as love at first sight.

Excerpt: Luca buried his face in her hair, trying to save his eyesight. Riella was lethal. She would have made a very successful cage fighter.

“I begged you to leave him alone. I begged you on my knees!”

“He knew it,” he shouted, trying to still her. “He gave up his life to protect yours.”

She still fought, but he could feel her tiring, grief weighing her down. Deep sobs erupted from her chest, replacing her will to fight.

“Come on.” He pulled her to her feet and towed her into the darkness, farther away from the fire and shootings.

They made it to the last trailer just as he heard the grenade launchers.

“Fuck. We need to run like you’ve never run before. Over to that line of trees. Ready?”

“No. Wait. I can barely stand up.”

“Tough. You can complain later. C’mon.”

Luca grabbed Riella’s hand tight in his hand and started for the trees. They ran for their lives, while behind them the campsite turned to churned mud and fire. Trailers and cars alike blew up, and the few people who hadn’t already taken cover ran away into the darkness.

As soon as they were hidden by the first line of trees, Riella pulled her hand out of his and dug her heels in. “Wait!”

“Riella, we’re not safe here. We need to get farther in.”

“I don’t give a shit! You stop and answer me one question, Luca Anziano, or you may as well kill me here and now.”

Luca stared at her for a split second. Dogged determination was shining in her eyes. Hell of a gene to inherit from her father. Why couldn’t she just have his color eyes, or same shape chin instead?

Riella stood, hands on hips, hair wild and twisting in the wind, outlined against the conflagration that had been her and her people’s home, like some avenging angel come to rid the world of its canker.

“Luca,” she panted, “when you told me you loved me… I just need to know… Were you lying to me?”

The metallic whizzing of several simultaneous barrels resonated over the crackling of the fire. Sprays of bullets showered the already destroyed site, catching any stragglers unawares.

“Who the hell sold him a metal storm? The guy’s nuts!”

“Answer me!”

“I’ll answer you on the go.”

Luca grabbed her in his arms and ran. The bullets kept coming and Riella was shouting something over the noise, but not loud enough for him to make out individual words. He ran, mind focused on one thing, and one thing only: to get her away from the danger, to make her safe.

The forest floor was uneven, and it would have been difficult terrain even without having to carry a struggling woman in his arms; with her added weight, Luca felt like he was wrenching each step through a vat full of treacle. His thigh muscles burned, his lungs were on fire, but now he could see the road, and parked to the side, the truck in which Karalius must have brought over his arsenal designed to teach Goliath’s people who’s boss.

Escape was in sight.

From in front, someone opened fire, and Luca stumbled. Before he could work out why, he hit the ground and knew no more.

BUY ON AMAZON

Ella Medler author photoBio: Ella Medler is a U.K. author and free-lance editor. She writes fiction in more than one genre in a seemingly vain attempt to slow down her overactive brain enough to write non-fiction on subjects she knows a thing or two about. She also does not believe in the starchy use of English and ignores the type of rule that doesn’t allow for a sentence to be finished in a preposition. Her books are action-driven and well-developed characters are her forte. Loves: freedom. Hates: her inner censor.

To keep up to date with her current writing and future projects, visit her website at http://ellamedler.wordpress.com/

Throwback Thursday: Sunshine’s Night of Darkness, Scene 6, 7, 8, 9

July 10, 2014

SCENE ONE (and an explanation of what the hell is going on with these posts)

——————-

SUNSHINE’S NIGHT OF DARKNESS

Synopsis:  It’s Sunshine’s first day of work in security at the P.U.R.E Corporation and all she wants to do is make it through orientation, but first she’s got to fill out a name tag requisition form, fit her uniform, meet a cute computer geek … oh, and save her fellow employees from genetically-mutated, blood-lusting vampires.

Notes: All work is registered with the WGC & the WGA.

- Scene Six, Seven, Eight, Nine -

INT. SPA, TREAMENT ROOM, P.U.R.E CORPORATION – LATER

A WOMAN, swathed in plastic, gets a facial.

INT. SPA, MUD ROOM – CONTINUOUS

A MAN soaks in a mud-filled, marble soaker tub.

INT. SPA, SUN BED ROOM – CONTINUOUS

A YOUNGER WOMAN lies tanning in a U.V. tube-filled coffin.

INT. FOYER, SPA – CONTINUOUS

A waterfall runs down one granite wall and over a grouping of river rocks. The group follows Irma, who acknowledges the pretty girl, MIKI, behind the granite front desk.

IRMA

Miki.

MIKI

Hi, Irma. Hello new people. Callie.

CALLIE

Hi!

HUXLEY

(looking around)

Swank.

IRMA

Yes. We are the top rated spa in the country. This is P.U.R.E’s most public face and its soul. Each client is treated like royalty in their own home. P.U.R.E Prompts the Ultimate Revitalization of Energy with its pristine spa.

Huxley offers Sunshine a mini eye roll and grin at Irma’s continual use of acronyms, but Sunshine has her nose buried in her orientation folder. Irma gestures and moves towards a set of ornate double doors. Rashid follows.

IRMA (CONT’D)

Through here we –

A sign-clad PROTESTOR bursts in through the main doors. His signage screams of P.U.R.E’S animal testing, shady morality, and promotion of unnecessary plastic surgery, and he screams as BUZZ, a security officer, yanks him back by his hair. BUZZ is closely followed by another security officer, PHIL.

PROTESTOR

P.U.R.E promotes pernicious, obsequiously risky, engineered, arggg –

Phil hits the Protestor with a stun gun and he falls. Sunshine, hoping to help, steps forward.

BUZZ (to Phil)

Watch it with that.

(noting Sunshine)

Hello, darling. Lost?

SUNSHINE

I thought… you might need help?

Phil hauls the rather limp Protestor to his feet and turns back towards the door.

BUZZ

(snorting)

Right! You’re the Sunny everyone’s talking about. A little girl in security. Well, it’ll be a hell of a ride … for us.

He turns his back on Sunshine and exits. Rashid and Callie look a little put off by the Protestor while Huxley glares after Buzz.

HUXLEY

(concerned, to Sunshine)

Hey, I think you –

SUNSHINE

Nevermind.

Irma, imperturbable through out the incident, prompts:

IRMA

Shall we?

SUNSHINE

Ummm, yea.

Irma continues further into the spa. They all follow.

CALLIE

(whispering)

What was that?

SUNSHINE

(shrugging)

You read his sign.

HUXLEY

(rhetorical)

Why do you think they need so much security?

CALLIE

Their high-end clients –

HUXLEY

Ask Rashid. If he’ll talk about it. He knows what they really do here.

SUNSHINE

What we need to do here is our jobs, nothing less.

Huxley and Callie look a little chastised. Irma looks back and raises her voice to prompt the others to focus/follow.

IRMA

The treatment rooms are luxury personified, and the sun beds –

CALLIE

Are just the thing if you want to forgo your leather jackets and just wear your own skin.

Sunshine snorts and Callie giggles, glad to have broken through Sunshine’s ice. Irma is not pleased.

sunshine(etc) poster

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SUNSHINE’S NIGHT OF DARKNESS – a screenplay by Meghan Ciana Doidge

SCENE ONE

SCENE TWO

SCENE THREE

SCENE FOUR

SCENE FIVE

SCENE SIX, SEVEN, EIGHT, NINE (above)

SCENE TEN

 

Leo in Repose

July 8, 2014

 

Leo doesn’t find the new sheets scratchy at all. Though watching them get torn off the bed at midnight and replaced with the old shredded-but-soft ones was probably seriously entertaining.

Leo in ReposeHis owner, however, is not amused. She is a big fan of her (usually) comfy bed.

 

Throwback Thursday: Sunshine’s Night of Darkness, Scene 5

July 3, 2014

SCENE ONE (and an explanation of what the hell is going on with these posts)

——————-

SUNSHINE’S NIGHT OF DARKNESS

Synopsis:  It’s Sunshine’s first day of work in security at the P.U.R.E Corporation and all she wants to do is make it through orientation, but first she’s got to fill out a name tag requisition form, fit her uniform, meet a cute computer geek … oh, and save her fellow employees from genetically-mutated, blood-lusting vampires.

Notes: All work is registered with the WGC & the WGA.

- Scene Five -

INT. LAB 17, RESEARCH AND DEVELOPMENT, P.U.R.E CORPORATION – LATER

Leila, still in sunglasses, crosses her ankles and perches on a chair while Dixon paces.

DIXON

Leila, I really must caution –

LEILA

You have.

DIXON

The animal tests have not been conclusive … and … and … your multiple surgeries … perhaps compromised immune system … don’t make you an ideal –

LEILA

What makes me ideal is my signature on your paycheques and the generous, shall we say, grants that keep your department top-of-the-line.

DIXON

Of course, I meant –

LEILA

We also wouldn’t want the government catching wind of any of your … experiments, which I, for the sake of P.U.R.E’s dedicated clients, would have to disavow any knowledge of. In fact, to the board your grants could look a little like … embezzlement?

DIXON

But –

LEILA

Were some of the trials successful?

DIXON

Well, yes. But –

Leila removes her sunglasses. Her eyes (and her face) are stretched almost beyond that of a recognizable human.

LEILA

I need this.

DIXON

– not yet on humans!

LEILA

I refuse to go on this way. I know the risks and the rewards … I have a dinner party tonight, and many of my guests, my wealthy friends would pay many, many hundreds of thousands if you can do what you say you can.

DIXON

I … I –

LEILA

– could open your own lab on your own private island with your percentage. That is, if you ever wanted to leave P.U.R.E.

DIXON

Never. I would never want to leave.

LEILA

Good. So, I sit in that chair over there?

sunshine(etc) poster

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SUNSHINE’S NIGHT OF DARKNESS – a screenplay by Meghan Ciana Doidge

SCENE ONE

SCENE TWO

SCENE THREE

SCENE FOUR

SCENE FIVE (above)

SCENE SIX, SEVEN, EIGHT, NINE

 

Writer Wednesday: Brandon Hale

July 2, 2014

Speaking of writer friends, my online writing group has published another anthology of short stories, The Bitten. The proceeds of The Bitten are going to (hopefully) help author Brandon Hale in his battle with cancer. The collected shorts are vampire or werewolf themed.

Unfortunately, I wasn’t able to contribute a short in a timely fashion as I was finishing Dowser 3 at the time. I’m saddened that I wasn’t able to offer my support ‘in writing,’ but I’m also so pleased that 28 members of my authors’ group wrote and donated a story specifically for Brandon!

I’ve spoken of Brandon’s fight on Facebook and twitter before, but I don’t know him personally. He is a massively positive presence in my online writers’ group (which I feel seriously blessed to be apart of). We’ve really been missing Brandon, who isn’t able to participate as much right now as he undergoes his treatment. The group is more subdued without him, even a bit tentative and lost. We miss Brandon’s humour and stalwartness, but he’s using it all in the fight of his life right now.

I – we – miss you, Brandon Hale! You have a hell of a battle going, but I know you will win the war! #vampsforbran

TheBitten_bookcover

Book cover by Elizabeth Mackey (who also did the Dowser Series covers).

Brandon’s Amazon Author Page

Grab Day Soldiers #1 for free and get hooked on the series!!

Day Soldiers book cover

Other blog posts about Brandon Hale and The Bitten anthology:

via Anna McIntyre

via J.L. Jarvis

via Ella Medler

via Cleve Sylcox

via Nick Russell

via Robert Thomas

via Alison Blake

via Suzy Stewart Dubot

via Mona Ingram

via Donna B. McNicol

N.B: I have NOT used any affiliate links in this post.

Around the web: two quick updates

July 2, 2014

Quick, quick update:

  1. I’m making Cupcakes, Trinkets, and Other Deadly Magic perma-free for the next few months. You can currently find it for free at Kobo, iBooks, and Smashwords. Hopefully B&N and Amazon will quickly price match. I’m a bit nervous about making a book free, which is odd because this is a proven marketing strategy that has helped a number of my writers’ group find a new level of readership. I hope it will draw more eyes to the Dowser Series as well … and I need to stop being nervous about it!
  2. Cupcakes (Etc) and Trinkets (Etc) are both semi-finalists in the 2014 Kindle Book Awards. The Top-5 Finalists will be announced Sept 1, 2014. Many thanks to Kindle Book Review for including the first two books of the Dowser Series on their short list! I find myself in the company of writer friends’, Russell Blake (Thriller), fellow Canadian Mona Ingram (Romance), and Miranda Stork (horror). Happily – as we are all in different categories – we’re not in direct competition with each other!! Good luck in the next stage of the competition everyone!
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