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If You Have A Young Girl In Your Life (13 to 19), I Truly Believe They Should Read This Book

Posted in Fiction, I Died Once, Novella, Self Publishing, Story, Writing with tags , , , on April 17, 2019 by darkjade68

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Though this book/novella wasn’t written deliberately for young woman, I do believe they should read this book.

Mady is a 15 year old girl struggling with her life

Prologue

Mady was a Dark Child…

She often sat alone in her bedroom, on the floor, sorting through this or that. Generally some sort of pharmaceuticals.

It’s good that she was never allowed to own a cat… or a fish… or any other sort of domestic animal, as they would have likely ended up at the end of some sort of experimentation… with drastic results.

It’s not that she’s “mean” per-se… No.

It’s more that she’s disjointed, an outcast really, from her own home…

From her mother’s heart.

Yes, Mady is a dark one, but what else was she to be in a world devoid of light.

If you have a young girl in your life who means something to you, I truly believe she’ll benefit/love this book.

Available on Amazon @ I DIED ONCE

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Mady Unlocked (Chapter II) – Caged

Posted in Fiction, I Died Once, Mady Unlocked, Mady's Storm, Novella, Self Publishing, Story, Writing on April 10, 2019 by darkjade68

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If you’re interested in Reading the First Two Parts of this Novella Series, you can grab em on Amazon @ I Died Once (Book 1) in Print Or Digital, & Mady’s Storm (Book 2) in Print.

This is the Third Novella of the Series, all of which have been written within this Blog (Non Edited)

Enjoy Mady Unlocked

MADY UNLOCKED

by DarkJade

CHAPTER I 

“I Can’t Say For Sure What Happened That Night… I Know I Had A Nightmare… Followed By… A Nightmare.”

“First It Was My Father… Then Mack… Now I Am Alone Again.”

“And What Became Of Billy?”

“Am I Awake?”

“I Don’t Think I’m Awake Yet…”

CHAPTER II – Caged

Sitting at the poker table in the room were six men, but the table held eight.

Samuel Coinyard, oil tycoon. Long white hair, large mustache, tall tan cowboy hat, dark brown long coat.

Dustin Dodge, dark hair, brown forgiving eyes, non trustworthy smile, maybe in his mid thirties.

Rim McKenick. A man from Ireland, squinty eyes, non trusting demeanor.

Long Jones. A colored man in a grey tuxedo. Full of smiles, he ordered drinks for everyone at the table, and tipped too much.

Milford Collins, a young businessman from New Jersey.

And Cliff Engels, a shady looking, large grey hat wearing mystery.

Mady approached the table, leaving Spilwell behind, “May I sit?” she spoke.

“Well of course little lady,” jovially replied Long Jones, as he pulled out a chair for her.

Some of the men looked at one another, some paid it no mind.

“Texas Holdem… I’d Seen My Father Play With The Help From Time To Time… But Never Played Myself,” thought Mady.

“So tell me fine lady, what is a beautiful young woman like yourself doing in such a place as this?” spoke Dustin Dodge, laying on the charm., which of course with Mady, did not work.

“I think I may have killed a man in New York City,” she replied in almost a daze.

This grabbed Milford Collins attention, as he was from New Jersey.

“Did he owe you money?” he asked.

Samuel Coinyard laughed a bit, while Milford Collins began to sweat.

“World be mad, deal me in!” suddenly came boisterously from behind Mady.

When she looked to see who it was, she couldn’t believe her eyes.

A tall, light color haired man, with a mustache and cowboy hat sat down directly across from Mady, “Well, well, well…” the man spoke, “If it ain’t little Mady Monroe.”

“Rex Tayor… I Can’t Believe It… The Man Whose Father Bought My Family Estate After My Mother, and Step Father’s Passing.”

“Rex Talor… How do you do…” spoke Mady non too friendly.

Rex pulled out a cigar, bit off the end, spit it out, and lit it, “Better by the moment I recon… Better by the moment,” he said with a twinkle in his eye.

“You two in? Or are you not done with this little ‘reunion’,” spoke Cliff Engels, none to friendly.

“Deal er up!” replied Rex.

Cliff looked at Mady who looked back blankly, “Uh…”

Suddenly the server brought Mady an envelope, which she calmly opened.

Dear Mady Monroe

Welcome To Louisiana

You Have Received A Credit Of $100,000 Aboard This Ship

Enjoy The Ride

Sincerely, Troy

“Troy?” Mady thought to herself.

“Mam?” suddenly interjected Rim McKenick, the Irishman.

“Yes… Well… I’m not sure I remember how to play… But I’ll give it a shot,” she replied.

And so the card game continued. And within a few hands, and several hundred dollars lost, Mady began to get the general gist of the game.

PICTURE CREDIT – Dark Haired Girl

Mady Unlocked

Posted in Fiction, I Died Once, Mady Unlocked, Mady's Storm, Novella, Writer, Writing on April 8, 2019 by darkjade68

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Mady Unlocked

by DarkJade

SPOILER ALERT, if you’re interested in Reading the First Two Parts of this Novella Series, you can grab em on Amazon @ I Died Once (Book 1) in Print Or Digital, & Mady’s Storm (Book 2) in Print.

“Maybe None Of It Was Real…”

“God Knows I Wouldn’t Likely Be Alive Right Now If It Was.”

Chapter I – Friction

A young girl, just 24 years of age, finds herself in a large black trunk, which appears to be left slightly open…

Once she is awake enough to move, she lifts the lid, and steps out onto what appears to be a River Boat, heading down a Louisiana river.

A gamblers riverboat.

The girl is 5’9″ tall, with long black wavy hair, a lean figure, and vibrant blue eyes.

She’s wearing a dark blue dress, that doesn’t appear to have been wrinkled from her confinement.

“Somehow I ended up on a gamblers riverboat in Louisiana.” she thought to herself, noting the name of the boat, “Little Miss Louisiana”, which is painted on the side wall.

She also noted the gambling tables through the windows near by.

“Sounds about right, right?” She thought.

Her name, Miss Mady Monroe.

A millionaire’s daughter, originally from Virginia.

Relocated to Africa at 15 years old, where she united with her absentee father…

…Sam Monroe.

The Murder of her Mother? Well, that’s another story.

And her relocation which lead her to New York City? That’s another story too.

Mady straightened her dress, and stumbled a bit as she made her way into the bar and casino in the middle of the boat.

She pulled up a bar stool next to a thin man, with a thin, pointy beard in his early thirties, wearing a tall black top hat.

“Evening,” he spoke.

Mady smiled, and that’s when it hit her…

FLASHBACK

I come around the corner to see Mack tied up to a chair, facing toward me, his face bloodied…

Two black suited mobsters stand near him, one rubbing his fist, as he has obviously used it repeatedly…

My eyes go black…

I step toward Mack, and reach out to him, touch his face, “Mack… I’m so sorry.”

The mobsters look at one another…

The other four mobsters have now entered the room as well, and line its entrance

Mack looks at me through the eye that isn’t swollen shut, “Mady… You shouldn’t have come.”

“I’m getting you out of here,” I say, as I step toward one of the tables, and remove a knife from a rolled napkin…

With this, one of the mobster’s steps toward me, “I’m afraid I can’t let you do that—” he starts to say when…

I turn towards him, my black purse dropping to the floor, and I aim my silver revolver right at his forehead…

And pull the trigger

BAM!

THE PRESENT

Mady suddenly jumps with a jolt, knocking over the man’s whisky.

“Oh, I am so sorry… Mr.–” she spoke apologetically.

“Spilwell,” he replied as he waved for the bartender to come clean the whisky from the counter.

“Edward Spilwell.”

Here you are sir. spoke the bartender as he handed Spinwell another cup of whisky, and wiped away the other.

Suddenly Mady’s eyes go dark from the memory, “What have I done…”

“It’s no big deal little lady…” replied the man, thinking she’s referring to knocking his drink over.

“What would you like to drink? It’s on me,” he spoke kindly.

PICTURE CREDIT – RR Project

I Died Once 5th Edition, Now On Amazon

Posted in I Died Once, Novella, Self Publishing, Short Story, Story, Writing on March 20, 2019 by darkjade68

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My 5th Edition (Altered Cover) I Died Once Novella Is Now Available On Amazon HERE

I Died Once (Digital Copy)

Posted in Fiction, I Died Once, Novella, Self Publishing, Story, Writing on March 13, 2019 by darkjade68

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For those of you that don’t want to spend the $6+ Freight for the Paperback Copy of my ‘I DIED ONCE’ Novella, a Digital Version is also available on Amazon for $1.99 Here!

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Or if you prefer the New 5th Edition Paperback (Altered Cover Color), you can get it Here

A Peek At ‘I DIED ONCE’

Posted in I Died Once, Novella, Self Publishing, Short Story, Story, Writing on March 12, 2019 by darkjade68

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‘I DIED ONCE’ is a Quick Read, but a Poignant One I Think

Check Out The Prologue & Chapter I Below!

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I Died Once

A Novella 

By James Mahoney

Prologue

Mady was a Dark Child…

She often sat alone in her bedroom, on the floor, sorting through this or that. Generally some sort of pharmaceuticals.

It’s good that she was never allowed to own a cat… or a fish… or any other sort of domestic animal, as they would have likely ended up at the end of some sort of experimentation… with drastic results.

It’s not that she’s “mean” per-se… No.

It’s more that she’s disjointed, an outcast really, from her own home…

From her mother’s heart.

Yes, Mady is a dark one, but what else was she to be in a world devoid of light.

 

CHAPTER ONE

State Of Murder

I sat alone. Legs crossed in my short black skirt in the waiting room of yet another know-all, fix-all, quack of my mother’s finding.

I am a fifteen year old girl, five foot eight, lean, dark haired, blue eyed, with skin not as fair as I might like.

I crossed my arms tightly, feeling the softness of my dark blue sweater, a gift from my father’s mother at Christmas some two or three years ago.

My father. What a joke that is. A pilot in Africa, they say. How nondescript.

“Caroline Monroe,” the nurse called out.

I pretended not to hear her. Besides, my name is Mady. My mother’s, mother’s, mother’s name. Madeline, that is.

“Excuse me miss, are you Miss Caroline

Monroe?”, the nurse spoke as she leaned over me.

“Mady,” I replied.

“Oh yes, your mother mentioned you go by Mady.”

“Nice of you to listen,” I spat, rising from my seat and grabbing my small blue rhinestone bag. A gift from a cousin, well, actually, I took it.

The next two or so hours were filled with many, many questions asked by the uninterested Doctor Spiner, and let’s face it, who cares what the answers were. In the end it would all be the same.

“Now Caroline…”

“Mady!” I replied adamantly.

“Oh yes, your mother mentioned that you prefer your middle name.”

“Did she, now,” I sighed.

“Now Mady, I want you to take two of these pills twice a day.” He handed me a large bottle. “They will help you to relax.”

On the long ride home, and going anywhere with my mother was a long ride, I stared blankly out the window, which was open slightly. Discreetly, I would drop one pill after another onto the outside road. Plink Plink Plink

When we arrived at my mother’s home, a large estate left to her from her industrious father, I quickly made my way up the long, winding stairs, “Now Mady…,” but not quick enough.

I turned to face her. Now, my mother has a long faced countenance and over dresses for every occasion. On this occasion she was wearing a ball gown. “Yes mother,” I replied.

“Betsy is preparing a fine dinner; do be back down in no more than 15 minutes, will you darling.”

“Okey Dokey,” I replied and turned away.

“Your father and I shall be going out.”

I turned and faced her once more. “Fred is not my father.”

“Oh Mady, must you be so…”

“Honest? Yes,” I interjected.

“I was going to say…” she started to say, but I was already up the stairs and into my room. Slam!

As I sat alone in the dark staring at the ceiling, I could hear Betsy quietly enter and set a tray of food on my desk. She always did. Betsy wasn’t so bad, but she wasn’t worth staying for.

Roast beef, mashed potatoes with gravy, and a big fluffy roll, how delightful. Tommy would really like this.

Just then a small pebble struck my window, as it did every evening at this hour. I opened my window to see Tommy Wilkens standing down below, as he always did. I quickly lowered the

food tray down to him, and then back up once he’d emptied it.

“Thank you, Mady,” he whispered just audibly enough that I should hear him.  I waved to him as he snuck off to his home some one or two miles down the road.

Tommy’s family lived in a back shack on the Johnson’s estate.  His father was their gardener, but they were very poor, being at the receiving end of the tight fisted Johnsons. I had fed him for years. Who would feed him when I was gone?

When midnight struck, I made my way to our large pool in the back, beyond Mother’s roses. Before the pool, I stripped down completely. Why ruin a perfectly good set of flannel pajamas? And dove in…

Under the water it was beautiful and quiet. Above, I could see all the brilliant stars. Now, I’m a decent swimmer, so this may take a few minutes, as drowning one-self is tricky business.

That’s when I heard the scream.

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I Died Once is my baby… My First ever Self-Published Novella

You Can Pick Up a Copy With My New Altered 5th Edition Cover For $6 @ My Black Orc Gaming Site Here

All Sales will go towards the purchase of a New Laptop, which I desperately need, lol

Thanks for your Support

DarkJade- (James Mahoney)

Dear Me

Posted in Dreams, Dungeons And Dragons, Fantasy Novel, Film, Film Making, Novella, Star Wars, Web Series, White Jade, Writing with tags , , , , on March 11, 2019 by darkjade68

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In 1975 I wanted to be a Baseball Player (Pitcher), but my parents divorced, and we lived in a remote canyon, so I was pretty sure my mom would never be able to get me to Little League practice.

So I let that dream go, though my mom says I only ever mentioned Baseball once to her a as a kid.

I was shy, and soft spoken, so I didn’t talk much, other than to my brother who was 15 months younger than me.

In 1977, my brother, mom and I saw the Original Star Wars in the theatre…

From that day forward, I wanted to be a Filmmaker.

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Then came The Empire Strikes Back (1980), the best sequel ever, which firmly cemented the notion of Film Making in my mind/heart.

Twenty two years after the Original Star Wars, I stepped away from a successful Corporate America Job, moved near my bro in Oregon, bought a video camera, and started working on Experimental Film Projects.

It wasn’t until that time, that I realized I also wanted to Write my Films.

After 7 months of messen around/writing/filming, I moved back to Southern California, and was back working in a cubical, but for half the money I was making before.

In my spare time I wrote a Teleplay (Screenplay for television) of a Sci-Fi Mini Series that I hoped to submit to the Sci-Fi Channel.

Also, as a Film Making exercise, I created mini sets, and Filmed Action Figure versions of some of the initial Scenes.

In 2002 I moved back to Oregon to work on Short Films with my bro, to submit into Film Festivals.

To my dismay, he had no time to do this.

Then out of frustration I wrote a 5 minute Short Film, and Filmed it in an hour and a half…

…Edited it, and Submitted it to a Film Festival in New York.

It got in.

Forgive the rough quality, it was Shot in Hi-8, then converted to Digital…

…and, like I say, was Shot in only an hour and a half.

Also that year, I Wrote a First Draft of a Feature Length Screenplay, with hopes of selling it someday, and using the money to Produce my own projects.

It was called ‘White Jade’

In September of 2002, I flew with my Dad to New York, and saw my Short Film on the Big Screen (It was actually like a half sized screen, lol).

It was at that moment I thought to myself, “I’m a Filmmaker”.

Sadly 3 months later, I ended up in the hospital with a health issue, and decided to step away from Film.

That didn’t last long, in the following year I moved to Arizona to stay with my Step Bro this time, and started to Write & gather some people who would work on what would be my Second Film (This one would be an hour long).

Sadly, I went through some trauma related to my health issues, and needed to move back to Southern California to live with my Mom and her boyfriend.

There I suffered extreme anxiety from the trauma, so didn’t go out much.

But I did pick up my White Jade Screenplay, and poured hundreds of hours into it.

Then in 2004 I Wrote Query Letters for it, and Submitted to Writing Agents, in hopes that they might read it, and Represent me.

Sadly, no response.

That year I also started some other Screenplays, but White Jade is the only one I Edited hundreds of hours, to create a finished product.

In 2005 I took a break from Dream Chasing, and wasn’t really leaving the house.

In 2006 I started a job outside the house, and would be there for 6 months.

During that time I hired a Comic Book Artist (Student) to Draw some Scenes from White Jade, so that should the opportunity arise, I’d have some visuals to show potential Producers.

 

I was so impressed by the Art, that I decided to try and make White Jade into a Comic Book, and hired the same Artist to Draw me the First 8 Pages of the Comic Book.

 

Including Covers for Issue 1, & 2.

 

I then Submitted the Comic Book Pages and Cover #1 to Dark Horse Comics, and a few other Independent Comic Book Companies (I didn’t try for Marvel, or DC, figured they were more Main Stream), to no avail.

I then had a severe anxiety attack while I was out, and had to leave the job.

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From 2006-2011 I played a whole lot of World of Warcraft, lol

Which was great, and gave me a break from pursuing my dreams, as well as an opportunity to heal a bit emotionally from the trauma.

Wasn’t really leaving the house during 2007-2010.

In 2010, I moved out for a year and a half, and started going out again.

In 2011 I moved back home to my Moms’, and decided to Create a Writing Blog… This was the Blog.

When I started this Blog my hope was to get in the habit of Writing everyday, by shooting for an average of 600 Words per day, which wasn’t all that much.

It worked, I actually averaged somewhere around 1,200+ Words per day for a year and a half, and created a boat load of Poems, Blog Stories, a Couple Novellas & a Fantasy Novel.

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In 2012, I Self Published some Poems, a ‘Partial Comic Book’ (The White Jade Pages), and my First Novella, “I Died Once”.

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In late 2012 I wrote the Second Novella in the Series “Mady’s Storm”, but didn’t end up getting it Edited, and Self Published until 2015.

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Also in 2012 I Wrote/Finished my First Fantasy Novel, “Chess With Agatha”, and hired an Editor.

After it was Edited, I still didn’t feel it was ready to Self Publish, so I sat it aside.

In 2013 slowed down on my Writing.

In 2015 I was missing Film Making, and still not leaving the house, ended up for the fun of it Filming a ‘Mock’ Trailer for White Jade.

I was so inspired by it, that I decided to break the Screenplay up into 16 Episodes, and Produce a 16 Part Web Series.

I also started to leave the house at this time.

The Pre-Production would last 8 to 10 Months…

(Sword Training Above).

During that time I poured hundreds and hundred of hours into Pre-Production

(Rehearsal Above)

(First Filmed Scene, which would have had Visual Effects added to enhance)

And even Filmed a couple Scenes from Episode 7 & 10 (Early), which was when the Actor was available.

(Second Filmed Scene, which also would have been enhanced by Visual Effects)

Everything was going really well, but sadly, I went through some personal things, coupled with a bad anxiety attack, and stopped going out again.

I kept working on Pre-Production, but after several months of not going out, I decided to bring the Production to a halt.

Wanting to put myself at ease, I returned to an old Hobby of mine from the 80’s 90’s, Dungeons & Dragons.

Something I’ve always been passionate about, and also an excellent tool for sharpening your Writing/Character/Character Development/Storytelling Skills.

But I did it for sheer pleasure.

But being who I am, I spent the next 6 months creating Conent, and even thought about Self Publishing some of it.

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But I decided against it.

I now sit in a place, where I play a lot of Dungeons & Dragons, do some Writing on here, and miss Film Making.

Something that I ran into when I was doing Rehearsals for White Jade was, I came to the realization that I may have a ‘Fear of Success’ (Some have fear of failure, some have fear of success).

What I mean by that is, after I finished a really good White Jade Rehearsal, it hit me that if we do actually Produce the Episodes, and it has any kind of success/following etc., that it would all rest on me to keep it going…

…that all involved would rely on me to keep it going.

And all the fun etc. that they had with it, would be on me.

It shook me.

I never realized I had any kind of fear in regards to this.

Part of it may have to do with I hate pressure… The other part may have to do with I’d been through so much anxiety stuff, I feared the responsibility of it would stress me out.

Then there’s the other part which is, basically, I have no idea why I was worried, and/or why I worry.

I’m very happy with all of my creations, and yes I’d love to make a living, and just create create create, doing what I love…

…connecting and inspiring people, which has always been my main hope.

But at this point, I’m just not sure I’m up to it…

…up to success.

Up to the emotional trials.

Time will tell I guess.

Nuff Said,

Thanks for Listening/Reading

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