So I just received the first paperback copy of my book the other day. There were massive problems with it, much more so than the ebook copy. But such is the learning curve. I have since fixed 90% of said problems and managed to lower the price on the damn thing to a much more reasonable twelve dollars. Now that I have fixed those issues and created a viable paperback I am reconsidering my choice to join kindles select plan. I haven’t seen any return on that investment yet, ie increased fan base. However, I realize that since I plan to write a series signing up for that plan was actually really smart. Although I can only sell on Amazon currently, I can do a free offer when the next book comes out. It has also given me a deadline in which to finish and publish the next book. So i have officially sent my first two chapters to my editor. The book is no where near completion but having already lost my self publishing virginity I know what to do to prepare for it better. Already started advertising on a couple sites with a preview up on Create Space. really its just paradise circus(with the names put back in, Previews on that site are public domain and until you remove the preview they can do what they want with it. I need to have more control over my work than that Express written permission and what not. Ps. did you know you have to create your own copyright page. That’s just kray. PPS. mazletof (sp?) to Kimye West. So as of right now planned release date is sometime in March. Hella Ambitious. Updates to follow more singles coming soon. I may have to slow down how often they are released but i will try to keep them coming.
Lee crawled to the top of the mound of dead bodies and surveyed the scene. Spent bullet shells littered the ground like tree pollen. His left arm hung limply at his side blood oozing from his shoulder. The remnants of his blue button down shirt was stained purple and brown with blood and thicker bits.
Ford leaned over Chris tending to a gunshot wound in his left leg. Lee and Ford made eye contact over Chris’ body, Ford nodded at Lee; Chris would live. Not everyone would be so lucky or unlucky depending on whom you asked. A person moved in the pile of bodies to Lee’s left. He snapped his head over to look and made the body rise as he did so. His hair whipped around his head as he turned sending bits of carnage flying and giving him a wild almost feral look.
“Johnny, it’s me. Johnny, please.” It took Lee a moment to recognize the voice calling out to him. The shock of the battle made his brain slow to process what he was seeing. He slowly lowered the body back to the ground, while he ran over to tend to the person.
“Are you ok? Oh my God, I thought you were dead,” Tears began to stream down Lee’s grime covered face.
“I don’t know J. I’m hurt bad. But J they took Tommy and Jayson.”
“One of the guys shot them with a tranquilizer I guess, grabbed them both and teleported out. I think they thought I was already dead. You were-” he stopped to cough and some blood came up with it.
“Ford, I need help. “
“I saw the missile coming this way, how did you stop it?”
“It was Donnie. He saved us all.”
“This isn’t finished Johnny. It’s not over.”
“I know. It will be soon though,” The flames crept back into Lee’s eyes. His left eye burned with gray fire showcasing the last stages in his maturation.
“Johnny, who was i…Oh god!” Ford dropped to his knees by the body.
“Hey buddy,” the man said staring into Ford’s emerald colored eyes.
“Johnny fix him. Johnny fix him now. Johnny. I need you to fix him. PLEASE!” Ford pleaded as his powers leaked out of his control. Bodies began to hover around them; seemingly recreating the moments before they died.
“Ford I don-“
“Johnny please fix it!” They were both crying in earnest now.
“I don’t know how. If Janet were still alive and here maybe but I don’t have that power and Ford there is nothing alive but us for a quarter mile.”
“What do you mean, there is nothing alive?”
“They nuked us. Donnie’s gone. There is nothing left of him but memories. They took my brother and Tommy to do God knows what to them. They still have Jade, Keira and my son. I had to crawl over… There is no one left to help us. We need to grab these two and find a hospital or a healer and see if they can help. But we need to leave. His residual power is keeping the fallout from here but we need to leave this place. I can feel it coming for us.”
“Go, I’ll stay with him until it’s over.”
“Fuck you. Get up, let’s go.”
“Fuck you. Get the fuck away from me or so help me…”
“Ford go please. Save my nephews. Get them away from those people. Please! For me,” Ford shook his head sending sweat and tears flying from his face. He slowly got up and walked back over to where he had left Chris.
“Johnny, you once told me if we were friends the world wouldn’t come to an end.”
“You were never my friend Johnny. You were my other brother. I used to be a little jealous of you two together, until I realized you helped my brother find his own way. I can’t ask this of my twin because he isn’t like us, he feels too deep, but Johnny kill them all. Kill all the bastards that did this to us, that ruined our families. Save everyone you can but you promise me you will make them pay,” Lee smiled down at his friend.
“They will learn quickly to fear the eyes that burn.”
“Thanks brother. Now go. Teach them fear.”
-Manny L Birch ( Author)
I have received a few questions as to how to download kindle books when the person does not own a kindle device. The answer is simple but I know that this can deter some readers from trying to buy ebooks from Amazon. So here are a few links to help make this process easier.
For Androids (including phones and tablets)
For IPads and IPhones
So there you have it step by step instructions on how to download kindle books to whatever electronic device you may have. Thanks and have fun reading. I also figured I’d include a link to my book shameless plugs and all.
-Manny L Birch
Merry Christmas, Happy Kwanza and a rocking free day to my Jewish friends. Hope you all enjoy the time with someone you care about. Remember to grab a copy of The MisEducation of a Minor for the reader in your life. (ps can you believe I never learned to make smiley faces) http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00APZYGX2
Lee walked back into his room at the end of the day. The classes here had been more difficult than the ones he breezed through at Manhattan High. He pulled the tie loose just enough to slip it over his head. Steve had never had a reason to teach him to tie a tie and he hadn’t felt comfortable enough to ask anyone here to teach him. He looked around at the barren walls that now marked his home and his prison. He had yet to find a computer lab so he could contact Steve. His cell phone according to Dr. B had been destroyed when he accidentally destroyed that hotel room.
Someone, probably Brian, had slipped a print out from the New York Times under his door. The Headline read Midtown hotel destroyed during lightning storm. The picture showed the corner of the hotel blown out toward the top of the building. Smoke billowed out the window. The picture was a camera phone photo from a nearby building. It was grainy but it looked there was a figure standing in the hollowed out room holding something.
“He’s holding me ma. I did that.” The asshole author of the article decided he would sell more papers if he used the T word. Despite the police and arson investigators insuring the public that it had been a freak accident and not an act of terrorism, this author thought that any high rise damage post 9/11 would make for sensational reporting. Sadly he had been right.
Lee had no clue what Dr. B had done to convince the reporters to keep his name out of the paper. They hadn’t even printed that the room had been occupied or booked. The police had come to question him yesterday. So everyone knew he caused it. Lee wasn’t sure but he felt like one of the officers was hinting that he should blame it on Dr. B, but he honestly didn’t remember enough about what happened to do that. The FBI agent that had come with them seemed determined to provoke Lee into doing it again. He got close before Dr. B put a stop to that line of questioning. They left soon after, the FBI agent smiling at Lee.
Lee put the newspaper clipping on his desk and started to take off his uniform. He was scheduled to meet J.E. and the others later and needed to try to get some of his homework done before then. He wished he were back in his own room instead of this eggshell colored cell.
“I’m sure you had your reasons mom but I’m scared. I don’t know these people; I don’t know what to do. I wish you were here. “Lee said to the air as he fought to rein in the tears. He shook himself and pulled his homework out and got to work.
This Boy by James Morrison
-Manny L Birch(aspiring author)
Don’t Look Back
“If I don’t make it back just run. Promise me you’ll grab your mother and run. Don’t look back. Don’t wait for me. Just go. If you hear him try to hide. Just go. Promise me.”
“I Promise dad. I’ll keep her safe.” The boy said staring up into his father’s eyes.
“No keep YOU safe. They want boys like you. They will try to take YOU not your mother. If you can keep her safe too do it but if not you run. You hear me. Run.” Those were the last words his father ever said to him. They heard the screaming only moments before they heard the singing. The three of them joined the horde of fleeing people crowding the street. His mother’s blonde hair started to come out of her hair tie as she ran alongside his father.
The crowd of people began to come slow and try to reverse. As they got closer to the front of the herd they could see that Greed was standing in their path with Lust at his side. People began to stream down the side streets in an attempt to avoid one of the Sins. Greed simply smiled and let them rush past him. The boy’s father guided them to the right following the smaller crowd.
“Remember what your father told you.” His mother screamed over her shoulder as they ran full out up the once busy New York street. The normal organized chaos of Times Square drowned was drowned out by the screaming. They continued to run East hoping to the subway may provide some form of escape.
“Dad look out!” The boy stopped short and turned the other way. Sloth quietly stood next to a statue of Whoppi Goldberg that was standing guard outside of Madame Tussauds Wax Museum. His father never had time to react to the warning. Sloth raised his head and locked eyes with the boy’s father. The boy’s father stood paralyzed. The boy grabbed his mother’s arm and ran in the opposite direction. The boy began to tire as they turned South on 8th avenue running down to 39th street.
They ducked into an adult book store to catch their breathe. The boy saw others running down the street being steadily pursued by Greed and Lust. His mother covered his ears as soon as Lust opened her mouth. He had to pull his mother further into the store to avoid the pink beam that sliced through the side of the building. They were both showered in debris. A small beam fell on his arm and he lost feeling in his left hand. Videos from a top shelf fell onto his them cutting his mother on the forehead.
He crawled out of the debris to check the street. He found it clear of all but a few people now running north. He went back and grabbed his mother and they began to run north as well. He cradled his arm to himself as he ran, the numbness had worn away leaving only pain in its wake. His mother hair completely free of its constraints ran clutching the bag she had all of their most prized possessions in. That was when they heard the singing.
“All you have to do is run. Just promise me you’ll run.” Wrath sang as he strolled up the block to music only he and his victims could hear. “If I should claim a victim….” People fell to their knees before him frozen in fear unable to continue. Tears streaming down their faces. “I pray that you’ll forgive me.” The boy looked back. Wrath was no longer on the street the boy could no longer hear the singing.
“I told you not to look back right.” Wrath said with a chuckle as he sat atop the street light above the boy. The boy shook with fear and then his mother grabbed him the arm and began to pull him along again. His eyes began to glaze, his vision blurred then …
All I saw was blonde hair and a hand bag swinging as she screamed past me. She was joined by two other women screaming for help. They ran so fiercely that instinct took over and I joined them.
Don’t Look Back by Miguel
Leads directly into a scene from the MisEducation of A Minor.
-Manny L. Birch (Aspiring Author)
(to avoid confusion HIM/HE=man, him/he=Strange man purposely not including names.)
She slowly danced up to him as he lay naked on the bed. The short black skirt danced up and down her thighs as she moved The buttons on her white blouse strained to keep her contained in it. The strange man looked up at her with eager anticipatory eyes. She continued to dance closer to him as she opened buttons on her top revealing a black and red bra. The matching panties had already been tossed to the side. The door to the room, which she had left open upon her return was now occupied by the Man.
She slowly climbed atop the strange man straddling his chest as she continued to tease him. She slowly removed her shirt and tossed it to the side of the bed almost hitting the Ipod softly playing music from the nightstand. She used the nail on her index finger to lightly drag a nail down his chest. The strange man flexed his hips in anticipation of what was to come. The woman pulled her hair from the tie holding it back. Fire engine red waves spilled down her shoulders to the middle of her back.
“Lust indeed.” The Man whispered to himself. He smiled as his brain and his body remembered being the one under her.
The Man continued to smile and shook HIS head, releasing HIS own dark hair from the tie that bound it. HE slowly wound his index finger in a circle turning the music up louder. HE began to dance up to the back of the woman, hidden from the strange man’s view. He reached the woman wrapped his arm around her chest across her breasts. She looked over her shoulder and realized it was HIM and smiled. HE pulled her to HIS chest and smiled down at the strange man. The strange man’s eyes bulged with fear. He tried to move but was trapped between their legs. His body immediately wilted. The Man started dancing again, forcing the woman to join his rhythm. Some of the fear leaked out of the strange man’s eyes but he was still wary and confused. The whole time the Man maintained eye contact with the strange man. HE licked the side of her neck and slowly bit on her ear lobe as HE wound his hand into that thick flaming hair. HE pulled back so that she had her head resting on HiS shoulder. Mouth still at her ear HE whispered loud enough for the strange man to hear.
“How could I love a whore?” HE pushed her back onto the strange man’s chest. HE began to leave the room and turned back to see her staring at HIM with tears in her eyes. He laughed
“Have fun big guy.” HE said to the strange man as he left the room. The strange man unfortunately picked that moment to try to free himself again. She turned rage filed eyes on him and with far beyond human strength began to beat on his chest. Soon the tears that streaked off her face were tinted red with his blood. The strange man’s screams had died away long ago but she could still hear HIS laughter playing over the song he had left on repeat.
Paradise Circus by Massive Attack.
-Manny L. Birch(aspiring Author)