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“I Died Once” (Novella) Chapters 1 & 2

Posted in Writing, Short Story, I Died Once, Self Publishing, Novella, The Written Word, Writer on January 25, 2020 by darkjade68


Those of you who’ve followed me for a while, are likely familiar with my Novella, “I Died Once”

It’s something I’m very proud of, which I originally Self-Published in 2012

It is my greatest desire that more people would read it, so I’ve decided to Post it in its’ entirety during the next handful of days



I Died Once

A Novella by James Mahoney



Cover Art By

Mónica Gomes @

5th Edition Cover Design

Including Color Alteration By

James Mahoney

Original Cover Design

By James Mahoney

& Kirsty Pang @

Editing By

Nina Colt


Special Thanks to Bethany Beckman


I DIED ONCE – 5th Edition

Copyright © 2012-2020 James Mahoney

All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book or portions thereof in any form.

DarkJade Publishing

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Fifth Edition: January 2019

Printed in the United States of America

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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.



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.



Mother No More

Slowly, I brought my head out of the water and peeked over the ridge of the pool. My deep blue eyes pierced through the darkness and into our living room.

Fred looked to be holding one of our ivory horse bookends. He sat it down and grabbed my mother’s feet, as she lay motionless on the floor.

What happened next is a bit of a blur, but I believe he wrapped her in her favorite African rug, a gift from my mysterious father.

He then made his way to my room. He looked to be holding a gun. I watched, frozen in shock and horror. When he reached my room, he

didn’t turn on my light. He simply fired three shots into my bed. We had no nearby neighbors, so no one was likely to hear the shots, or see the flash of gun fire from my window. No one, that is, but me.

After this, he went back to the living room, picked up my mother, who was wrapped in the African rug, and carried her out the front door. I assume he put the body in the trunk of his car. He then drove off.

In a trance of a sort, I got out of the pool, grabbed my pajamas, and went inside the house. I hesitantly made my way into the living room, holding my pajamas in my arms. There was a small amount of blood on the floor, and I was dripping water.

I quickly made my way to my bedroom where

my bedding and mattress had been ripped up from the gun shots. I put some clothes on, sat

down at my desk, wrote a short note, and put it in an envelope. I then opened a wooden box said to have been sent from my father from Africa. From inside the box I took out a scrap of paper, which had an address in Africa written on it.  I copied the address onto the envelope.

I then ran outside and put the note into the mail box. After this, I went to Tommy’s home. He said I could stay with them while I waited. And wait I did.

I simply told his parents that our estate was being fumigated and I didn’t want to stay in a hotel with my mother and Fred, who was actually my stepfather.

What a shock it must have been for Fred when he returned and found my body wasn’t there. He favored himself a hunter, and so I would imagine

the hunt was on.

The first few days the police came, I avoided the house while they searched for me. After which, I would make my way to my mother’s estate, hiding in the bushes near the long half circle driveway.

How did he explain it? Originally, his plan might have been that my mother shot me and then disappeared, but what now? My mother and I simply left town?

And what about my mother’s body? If her money is what he’s after, how could he place the body somewhere they could find it, and still hope for her inheritance when I’m still missing? He must be very stressed right now, very stressed indeed. With this, I smiled slightly.

After a week or so of doing this, I had gotten into a bit of a routine. A simple breakfast with Tommy’s family, and when I say simple I mean boxed cereal. This was followed by a journey from their home to my mother’s estate where I would lay behind the bushes and watch Fred tear out of the driveway in his little silver convertible that my mother bought him last Valentine’s Day.

Happy V-Day Fred.  Each time he’d return, skidding into the long curved driveway, and rush inside the house.

At some point, he let poor Betsy our cook go.  I don’t think Fred wanted anyone else around. To be honest with you, Fred wasn’t all together that couth. At this point, I think he became the primary suspect, as detectives came and went frequently.


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The First Step In Becoming A Global Collective Force, Is Ending The World Of ‘I’

Posted in Climate, Climate Change, Environment, Life, Writing with tags , , on January 24, 2020 by darkjade68

eyeFirst of all, to my Followers, I’m sorry for all the ‘world’ focused posts as of late

I’m not preaching, I promise

I promised myself that 2020 would be a time of Action for me

I’m a Writer, Filmmaker, but before that, I’m a human… A concerned one

I promise not everything I Post will be ‘world’ related, and I will not be offended if you skip these particular types of posts

Nuff Said

The First Step In Becoming A Global Collective Force, Is Ending The World Of ‘I’

There are different ways that people see, and approach life/the world

Perspectives… Mindsets

One comes from the focus of what we need and/or want

This is natural

However, many people come from a place of ‘survival’

Generally people who’ve had it rough, have tapped into their deepest nature, survival, to survive

Often it works to get us through the early years, should they be difficult

The only problem is, most people who had it rough, continue to live life coming from that same perspective

I know it seems normal, and good… And yes, it may help to insure your ‘individual’ survival…


It often closes our eyes/minds to the needs, and problems we face as a collective here on this earth

I’m not picking on people like this, my Mom is very much a survivor

But I’ve seen how it keeps her down… She has dreams, but only talks about them, does not pursue them

Not because she’s not capable, but because ‘she doesn’t need to, to survive’

It’s habitual

And we all know how hard it can be to change habits…

…but it’s definitely possible

The types of things we’re facing right now in our world, are overwhelming


And it is my true feeling that 40-60% of the human race, instinctually, are hiding underneath a rock… Focusing on the day to day, trying to ‘survive’ individually

This also brings up another type of mindset/behavior, ‘being a victim’

Those that have been some sort of a victim when they were younger, or later, behaviorally, continue to be

Once again, not picking on these people either

Several of the people I love most in my life, had it rough, were victims whether of verbal abuse, or physical

Some part of them stays a ‘survivor’, and stays ‘afraid’

In a certain way, but living this way, you’re not 100% present, emotionally in your life

I’m not a doctor, so don’t quote me on this stuff

But it is my experience

Also, something that comes with the ‘victim’ mindset and/or behavior, and this may make some people mad, but by default these people tend to find someone, or something to blame when they run into troubles in their lives

Now we’re not talking about the situations where they ‘were’ actually victims (Generally when they were young), I’m talking about in situations where they weren’t victims (Generally beyond childhood, when something happens, and they don’t want to, or don’t know how to take responsibility for it)

Ok, nuff said about those two behaviors

My point is this, there’s a lot going on globally, things that are calling upon us as a collective to comprehend, make a plan, take action

And for that we need to come together

We need to think of both ourselves, and one another

We need to come out of our ‘individual’ worlds and take action as best we can

Don’t get me wrong, our individual lives are the foundation of each of us, do not disregard this by any means

But we do need to come out of our individual bubbles, our ‘I’ focus, and work together immediately

Nuff said

Thanks for listening



The Doomsday Clock Is Now At 100 Seconds To Midnight

Posted in Climate, Climate Change, Environment, Life, Writing with tags on January 23, 2020 by darkjade68

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Important Stuff Click Link to watch Scientists Etc. Talk HERE


Two Main Meal Diet (Vegan)

Posted in Writing on January 20, 2020 by darkjade68

Last year I tried what I called ‘The Captain America’ Diet (Here), it worked for 2-3 months, then I gradually became less focused

Recently I was watching a Woman’s College basketball game, and one of the announcers was talking about how he loved ‘Breakfast’, but he has it at 12pm

That he really only has two main meals (As opposed to 3) a day

I’m 51, and about 30 pounds overweight

Not horrible, but in 2011 I’d gotten to 230, and changed my diet, getting down to 180, it was awesome, and I felt great

Anyway, in reality, I don’t really need 3 main meals anymore… At least, not right now

So I’m on my third day of this new diet

Basically I have Orange Juice (20%) with Mineral Water (80%) every morning (Which I already do, to reduce the sugar intake, but still get that Orange Juice…

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Reign Of The Compassionate Nerds (D & D)

Posted in Writing on January 13, 2020 by darkjade68

Dragon Keep

It’s funny, when I was a kid, I was extremely shy…

In fact, when I was at school, I barely spoke, and by the 8th grade, had missed nearly 1/3 of the year

Kids were not nice about this

And so I moved out of state to give living with my dad a go

It was better, but it was lonely

I remember as a kid, I was enthralled by the concept of Dungeons & Dragons

In fact, one of my Mom’s friends played behind closed doors with some of his friends, and I was always so intrigued

I longed to play when I was like 12-16, but I had no friends really, and the ‘nerds’ of the time, to be honest, spent more time arguing about rules, than actually playing

That’s when I came to the realization that if I was ever to actually play Dungeons & Dragons, I’d…

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They Are Living, Breathing Beings Of Light

Posted in Climate, Climate Change, Environment, Life, Vegan, Vegan Cooking, Vegan Recipes, Writing with tags , , on January 12, 2020 by darkjade68

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This post is not meant to judge, nor lecture… Think of it as a plea, and something for you to consider

There was a time when most Humans on this planet needed animals in their diet, and in some areas of the world, there still are (Due to other things than the bodies actual need for animals themselves)

But that time has come, and gone

I’ve been a Vegan for 7 years, and it’s been great… Truly

My girlfriend is actually an Activist, I am not (Well, maybe in this small way)

Generally most reply “What about protein?”

But that is only the first wave of defense that they come up with, in reality, protein is not an issue with Veganism… It’s just a matter of being made aware of the other proteins that exist

But in the end, what I’ve noticed the most from her reach out conversations is, in the end, it’s the ‘taste’ that causes people to deny the idea of changing what they eat

Speaking as someone who started being a Vegan at the age of 44, taste has not been an issue in regards to eating a Vegan diet

It simply made me a more creative cook, and in the end, I’ve had some of the best food of my life


Take for instance this Thanksgiving Platter I had/created this last November (Above)

It was literally the best Thanksgiving dinner I’ve ever had

And it’s not just that I’m a great cook, it’s completely doable (Here’s some more Photos from this years Feast)

In fact, I truly believe that if we’re going to reach out and ask people to make changes to their diet, the least we can do is give them some menu ideas, which is why I created my ‘James Cooks Vegan‘ Blog

I’ve got 70+ Recipes on there

Also, keep in mind, eating Vegan, doesn’t necessarily mean eating healthy

It just means you don’t include Animal, and Dairy in your diet

Beyond not really needing to eat/include Animal in our diets, Factory Farming is really messing up our climate (I watched the Documentary Earthlings on YouTube in 2013, which really pushed me over into Veganism… But, I have to warn, it’s very graphic)

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‘The Game Changers’ Is the most current Film I’ve watched (It’s on Netflix &/or rentable), which came out in 2018

This Film gives you some info. on the science in regards to Veganism, and shows some amazing athletes etc. whom have made the change

Anyway, I didn’t plan on doing this post, but 2020 for me is a time of action in general, and so you may see me do some posts here and there on some things in that respect

Nuff Said,

Thanks for Listening/Reading


Happy Belated Birthday David Bowie

Posted in Life, Music, Writing with tags , on January 10, 2020 by darkjade68

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