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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

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)

I Died Once (Novella)

Posted in Fiction, I Died Once, Mady's Storm, Novella, Self Publishing, The Written Word, Writer, Writing on February 16, 2019 by darkjade68

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Back in 2011 I started this Creative Blog as a way to get me in the day to day habit of Writing…

It worked. I went on to Write Posts for a year and a half and beyond, and in the first hand full of months I Wrote my First Novella, ‘I Died Once’

In 2012 in addition to Self Publishing a Short Poetry Book, I also Self Published ‘I Died Once’

I’m currently trying to generate some money for a New Laptop (This one is dying), and so I thought I’d let you all know about not just ‘I Died Once’, but the follow up Novella in the series…

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“Mady’s Storm”, which takes place 8 years later.

“I Died Once” can be found on my BLACK ORC GAMING Site Here for $6.00 + Freight, or if you prefer you can get it on Amazon Here + Freight

“Mady’s Storm” can be found on my BLACK ORC GAMING Site Here for $6.00 + Freight, or if you prefer you can get it on Amazon Here for $7.95 + Freight

If you Purchase both books on BLACK ORC GAMING, I will charge you only once for Freight.

Here’s a few Reviews of “I Died Once”

I’m Blown Away… Figuratively, by Something Literary

Kymlee’s Review

Terri Wachala

Thanks for your Interest, and Support

DarkJade- (James)

“I Died Once” (4th Edition) Proofs Ordered

Posted in Fiction, I Died Once, James Mahoney, Novella, Self Publishing, Writing on January 9, 2018 by darkjade68

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I made the few changes to the Interior Docs of “I Died Once” 4th Edition, and I went with this Cover for now (Above)…

Still considering the one below

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For now I ordered a couple copies of the First Cover, once I see it I’ll decide if I want to order a couple with the Second Cover

If you’ve never read “I Died Once”, here’s the Prolog;

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.