Deep Thoughts by Christopher Tran

I ponder about my childhood memories. To a child's eyes my mother meant the world to me. She looked so huge in my view. As I got older, I realized--She's three hundred pounds.

Nine in a voice chat sounds like great fun. Then I think about my wife yammering away at me. I really don't want nine people nagging at me to do the dishes.

I've once stalked someone for about a day. Then I realized, it's easier sitting on my couch and stare at my picture of her.

I often think my stories will get rejected, but then I know my mother will always accept it. Unfortunately, she's dead.

I often have people come up to me and tell me about there abusive relationships. They go on and on as I rudely talk on my cell phone. Then they roll up a newspaper and whack me with it. I sit there and think, "Hey, that's abusive."

I wonder if a person came back to life like in one of those horror movies, how would I react? Would I invite them in for lunch. Nah. . .I'd probably just shoot them in the head again. Let them rest again.

Hey, Mariyln Monroe may not be hot to some, but it doesn't matter when you close your eyes.

I wanted to read Wes's draft, but then I realized that takes work. It's better to get stoned and finish my Chunky Monkey.

Bill Gates made a lot of money off of Microsoft. I wonder if he'd make more money calling his company MajorHard.

I've often wondered about fonts too. Then I realize maybe world hunger is a better cause than Courier font. Then I sit on the toilet and take a nice crap; finally I understood. I did my part

K.I.S.S and Songs

I listen to mostly country, but I do have a variety of tastes in music..Keep this blog and when you have free time listen to all of them. Close your eyes and really listen. These songs paint pictures in your head. Thier lyrics are in active voice and writers should write in this basic fashion. All these songs all hit the top chart in their genre. The lyrics are simple (K.I.S.S.-keep it simple stupid) The music had a connection with the listener. Perhaps you can blog about the images that pop in your head.

Billy Currington - Good Directions Lyrics

Jason Aldean - Johnny Cash Lyrics

Brad Paisley - She's Everything Lyrics

Trent Tomlinson - One Wing In The Fire Lyrics

Jack Ingram - Lips Of An Angel Lyrics (The Hinder version is a lot better IMO; however this one is okay)

Jake Owen - Startin' With Me Lyrics

Rodney Atkins - Watching You Lyrics

Jason Michael Carrol - Alyssa Lies Lyrics

Trace Adkins - Ladies Love Country Boys Lyrics

Eric Church - Two Pink Lines Lyrics

Joe Nichols - I'll Wait For you Lyrics

Diamond Rio - God Only Cries Lyrics

Dierks Bentley - Settle For A Slowdown Lyrics

Phil Vassar - The Last Day Of My Life Lyrics

Brooks & Dunn - Believe Lyrics

Eminem - Lose Yourself Lyrics

Eminem - Stan Lyrics

YouTube - Ozzy Osbourne-Dreamer (This is one of my wife's favorites.)

YouTube - Bone Thugs N Harmony - Crossroads (Warning: I have below the lyrics, it took me awhile to decipher myself. I've liked this song when it came out in the nineties. Paints a gorgeous picture of the afterlife.)

Bone, bone, bone, bone, bone, bone, bone, bone, bone
Tell me what ya gonna dowhere there ain't no where to run when judgment comes for you,when judgment comes for you?
What ya gonna dowhere there ain't no where to hide when judgment comes for you,Cause it's gonna come for you

Bizzy:
let's all bring it in for Wally Eazy sees Uncle Charlie,
Little Boo, God's got him,
and I'm gonna miss everybody,
I done roll with flows my game, looked at him while he lay
When playing with destiny, play too deep for me to say,
Lil Lazy came to me told me if he should decease
well then please bury me by my Gran Gran and when you can come follow me.

Layzie:
God bless you workin on a plan to heavenfollow the Lord all 24/7 days
God is who we praise even though the devils all up in my face.
He keepin me safe and in my place say grace to the gates we race,
but I change the face of judge,then I guess my soul won't budge, grudge,because there's no mercy for thugs
,ohhhhhh what can I do, it's all about a family and how we roll
Can I get a witness not enough fool
We livin our lives to eternal our souls ay o ayo...

Chorus 1:
Heeeeeeeey, and we pray, and we pray, and we pray, and we pray
Everyday, everyday everyday, everyday
And we pray, and we pray, and we pray, and we pray, and still we lay,still we lay, still we lay

Krayzie:
Now follow me roll stroll whether it's hell or it's heaven
let's come take a visit of the people that's long gone they restWally, Eazy, Terry, Boo
And still keepin up wit they family
Exactly how many days we got lastin while you laughin we passin'passin' awayGod rest our souls cause
I know I might meet you up at the crossroads
Yall know ya forever got love fromBone Thugs babyWish:Lil E-Z
long gone, really wish he could come home
But when it's time to die gotta go bye bye
all 'lil thug could do was cry, cry
Why'd they kill my dog?
Damn man I miss my Uncle Charles yall
he shouldn't be gone in front of his home
what they did to Boo was wrong ohhhhhh
(wrong, wrong)
was so wrong gotta hold on,
gotta stay strong,when the day come better believe
Bone got a shoulder you can lean on,lean on

Repeat Chorus 1 (fade into main chorus)
And we pray, and we pray and we pray and we pray.
Everyday, everyday, everyday, everyday...
And we pray, and we pray and we pray and we pray.
Everyday, everyday, everyday, everyday...
See you at the crossroads
(crossroads, crossroads)
so you won't be lonely
See you at the crossroads
(crossroads, crossroads)
so you won't be lonely
See you at the crossroads
(crossroads, crossroads)
so you won't be lonely
See you at the crossroads
(crossroads, crossroads)
so you won't be lonely,
And I'm gonna miss everybody and I'm gonna miss everybody
And I'm gonna miss everybody and I'm gonna miss everybody
And I'm gonna miss everybody and I'm gonna miss everybody
And I'm gonna miss everybody and I'm gonna miss
everybody
And I'm gonna miss everybody and I'm gonna miss everybody
And I'm gonna miss everybody and I'm gonna miss everybody
Livin' in a hateful world,sending me
(straight to heaven)
that's how we rollLivin' in a hateful world,sending me
(straight to heaven)
that's how we roll
Livin' in a hateful world,sending me
(straight to heaven)
that's how we roll
And I ask the good lord why,he sigh, he told me we live to die
Whats up wit dat murder yall?
See my little cousin was hung
Somebody really wrong anybody wanna touch that star?
And Ms. Sleazy set up easy to fall
You know while we sinnin
He intindin on endin it when it ends
He comin again and again and again
now tell me what ya gonna do.
Why,he died,we die,I don't wanna die........
(so wrongoo, so wrongoo, wrong)
See you at the crossroads
(crossroads, crossroads)
So you won't be lonely
See you at the crossroads
(crossroads, crossroads)
So you won't be lonely
See you at the crossroads
(crossroads, crossroads)
So you won't be lonely
See you at the crossroads
(crossroads, crossroads)
So you won't be lonely
See you at the crossroads
(crossroads, crossroads)
So you won't be lonely
See you at the crossroads
(crossroads, crossroads)
So you won't be lonely
See you at the crossroads
(crossroads, crossroads)
So you won't be lonely
See you at the crossroads
(crossroads, crossroads)
So you won't be lonely
See you at the crossroads
(crossroads, crossroads)
So you won't be lonely.......

Why We Write?: Part 3

Don't sit on you ass and wait for something to inspire you. You've already got stuff to write about. It's all in your life. Every writer's work is subjective to his beliefs, even the articles that are supposed to be objective aren't. As I've mentioned previously, emotion is a great factor and it can be seen quite obviously in those journalistic articles.

Write what you know. Most importantly, write what you are passionate about. It has to come from the heart. At first don't worry about how many pesky adverbs you use, the awkward sentences, or redundancies. Just write your goddamn feelings already. If you prefer to think of it as a journal; so be it.

Once you've written about what's passionate, you will find more complexities in your characters. Things that aren't even in the story will become apparent to you. For instance, What's Joe's favorite band? Nirvana ofcourse.

Point is if you write what you know, your characters will not become types, but people that the readers can relate too. Readers need to interact with the story. They need to be metaphorically trapped in the scenes that take place. By creating this connection with relatable characters with the readers, you know you've got a good piece of work.

Christopher Tran"An Author of Twisted Fiction with a Hint of Darkness"Another Author's Blog MySpace.com - Christopher Tran - 25 - Male - KINGSVILLE, Ohio - www.myspace.com/christran120Wild Child Publishing -- a high quality literary magazine and ebook publisher

Why We Write?: Part Two

There's a certain 'wow' factor, when a writer writes a good book--a plot twist, a snazzy line of dialogue, a phrase in the exposition that blows the readers mind. For instance, every story needs a great opener--an eye catcher.

However, I disagree. When I write, the scenes go through my head as if I'm watching a movie. I am in the picture looking through the eyes of whatever character's point-of-view I choose. I feel, hear, and see what he/she experiences. I don't worry about the 'wow' factor, because I know if it's a good tale it will come.
I doubt that I am the only writer that had this experience.

Don't think too hard about that 'wow' factor in your novel. Just have faith that it will come. Don't try to complicate things. When I write a rough draft, it's almost as if I am speaking to a child--nice and simple. This also helps me write in active voice. The tweaking up comes in the revision process.

I'm not the kind of person that can write with an outline. When I go to write, at times I don't know what I'm going to plunk out next. I close my eyes and see the scene. It's quite a ride for me. Even the twists and turns in my book shock me as I am writing it.

I believe this is how writing should be done. It's like nature--spontaneous--moves towards choas. It's the writers that try to bring the words together to make sense of the jumble.

Why We Write?

Writers plunk away at their keyboards. They hack through fifty-thousand to a hundred thousand words--Are we a glutton for punishment? Night and day, attempting to fight the dreaded excuse we call 'writer's block.' Eventually, we finally let out a sigh of joy--the manuscript is done--and revised. We're ready to go find an agent or publisher to sell our work. Most likely, it will be rejected. However, we build a tough skin with every letter that says 'I'm not the right person to represent your material.' Although, it may get us down, we again rise up and finally persistence pays off.

Is it really for the money? I'm not going to bullsh*t you--Everyone would like some extra money around--buying a mansion--That would be quite the life, but it's not the reason we write. Whether through non-fiction or fiction, we write because we are inspired to draw readers deep within our hearts. Our fears and hopes are hidden behind everything we put on paper--We can only write what we know. I realize that their are sci-fi and fantasy writers, but every character in the book has true emotions.

Emotion is the key to connect to the audience. It makes them laugh and cry. Even a well thought out villian has something the readers can relate too--the I feel sorry for him/her factor. This connection to the audience is created by character interaction--showing how they relate to one another.

The plot is what drives the book forward. It makes the reader want to turn the page. I compare it to a ploy that keeps your audience anticipating the conclusion of the book. The plot can be a beautiful thing with its twists and turns throughout the story. It keeps the reader going 'wow.'

Your style is the diction you choose to use. Style should be written based on the characters in your book. If it's a western, you are going to have different kind of dialogue and exposition, than if you are writing for young adults.

I believe that emotions are formed through complex characters, plots, and styles and that makes up your unique voice. That is why we write--to share our voice via words. I love to write and will never stop writing. If for some reason my hands get chopped off--I'll buy those talk-typing programs.

I hope their are others of you that can agree with me that if you don't write, you'd go nuts. The 'voice' (not the schizoprenic type) keeps beckoning you to continue the tale. If you aren't writing, you are probably at the supermarket in the produce aisle thinking about the next scene to you novel.

We write to inspire, or to speak our message through the themes in our stories. The theme often ties into our own lives. In every tale their is a part of the author's life--and since I plan on living, I'll keep on writing.

Christopher Tran"An Author of Twisted Fiction with a Hint of Darkness"Another Author's Blog MySpace.com - Christopher Tran - 25 - Male - KINGSVILLE, Ohio - www.myspace.com/christran120Wild Child Publishing -- a high quality literary magazine and ebook publisher.

Another Excerpt from Tiffany's Twisted

God, she was beautiful. Her sleek soft hair brushed up against my cheek, and I just adored the way she smelled. Reminded me of the aroma of the bed of roses that my mother once grew.
“Mmmm. Michael, fuck me now,” she whispered in my ear.
Don’t say anything stupid…. I fumbled for the words to say to Tiff. Say something! “I don’t think we….”
What in shit’s world did you want to say that for? She’ll think you sound like a freak.
I put my head down and pretended to cough. “I would love to fuck you.”
Tiff pushed me backwards and caught me off guard. I fell back onto her bed. She jumped on my lap and leaned real close to my ear. “Then take me.”
She kissed me. Ironically, her warm kiss, soft and comforting, surprised me because of her previously aggressive behavior. Her tongue barely touched mine, but I sensed the first flickers of excitement growing in my groin. She stopped kissing me and looked into my eyes. Her hot breath brushed against my lips. She smiled, let out a little moan, and kissed me again.
God…. I rolled my eyes in ecstasy.
Her body pressed up against me, and her breasts brushed my chest through her light blue silk nightgown. She pressed her thighs to my sides and started unbuttoning her gown. Those sexy hips swayed back and forth.
Oh, thank you, God!
She undressed and let her robe gently fall upon the side of the bed.
She is beautiful, my fallen angel.
Her skin, a lightly olive colored tan, was amazingly unique. I stared in wonderment at her exquisite breasts. Perfect, firm, every guy’s dream. Her nipples stood erect, ready for my lips to caress. Her flowing brunette hair hung in waves over one shoulder and curled to match the curvature of her right bosom. She firmly grasped my cheeks with both hands and pulled my head up.
“Kiss my neck,” she demanded.
I moved to kiss her throat and breathed in. Smelled her. Intoxicating.
She shifted position and thrust one breast toward me. “Suck on it.”
I gently nibbled on her nipple. She moaned again, and my erection strained against my pants.
Again, she shifted, both breasts in my face. “I want you to play with them,” she softly whispered with a giggle.
I leaned upwards and began to suck.
“Mmmm.”
She tilted her head back, her nipple standing hard against the roof of my mouth. She grabbed one of my hands and placed it on her other breast. I cupped my palm and made gentle, wave-like motions.
Abruptly, she backed away from me, her breast slipping from my mouth with a soft sucking sound.
Oh, no. What the hell have I done wrong? Have I messed this shit up?
She gave a devilish closed smile and tilted her head gently to the side. She chuckled. “Now, Michael…. I want you to fuck me now.” She leaned forward and whispered, “And I want you to fuck me like you want to screw my fucking brains out.”
Shocked by her directness, I opened my mouth speak, but no words came out. She laughed. Did she know I was trying to say something sexy but couldn’t? Tiff fell backwards onto the bed and took off her thong.
Like a dream…. Is this really happening? My head dizzied.
“Fuck me,” she demanded.
I shook my head as if to clear the cobwebs and looked straight into her eyes. My heart melted. “Okay.” I swallowed audibly.
She smiled as if awaiting a present.
I positioned myself above her, entered her, her warm wetness enveloping my cock.
She moaned, “Uhhmmm.” The sound was absolutely poisonous. I rocked my hips, and she whispered sharply, “Oh, Michael, fuck me harder.” She embraced me and pressed me further inside her. “Harder! Faster!”
I quickened my pace, and she groaned louder, sounding more excited. Her hips thrashed forward as she pulled her body up each time I rocked forward.
Pressure built inside me, and I ejaculated, my inexperience causing my pelvis to spasm. Pleasure warmed me, and I lost myself in the moment. Her nails stabbed into my back and scraped down. Something trickled—blood? Shocked, I let out a muffled scream.
Momentarily frozen from that pleasantly unpleasant surprise, I blinked and looked down at her. She opened her eyes.

Pet Sematary: More Excerpts

The Excerpt:

"Yuck!" She looked back at the blowdown and yelled: "You tore my pants, you cruddy trees!"

All three of the grownups laughed. The blowdown did not. It merely sat whitening in the sun as it had done for decades. To Louis it looked like the skeletal remains of some long dead monster, something slain by a parfait good and gentile knight, perchance. A dragon's bone, left here in a giant cairn.


My Comment:

Beautiful medieval imagery--But really, where is this going? Blah, blah, blah. . .murder your darlings--backspace. . .lol :)

Also, I believe it is the majority vote that we all have the knowledge that a pile of branches doesn't laugh. I understand poetic license and all that, but c'mon now.

Favorite excerpts so far:

. . .spend your whole life inspecting children's feet for hammertoe or putting on the thin latex gloves so you could grope along some woman's vaginal canal with one educated finger, feeling for bumps and lesions.


Although I have never seen the movie, or previously read the book (Barbie, my wife has and told me about it). The main character, Louis Creed is characterized as a logical person--having a good grip on the realities of situations. Eventually, this detiorates, and he loses his sense of the real world. Now, I like this because he is a general practitioner working at an infirmary--not a specialist. His daughter, Ellie, asks him why he won't be a specialist. I love the bluntness of this line.

. . .A dog got them and ripped them open instead of just chasing them like the bumbling, easily fooled dogs in the TV cartoons, or another tom got them, or a poisoned bait, or a passing car. Cats were the gangsters of the animal world, living outside the law and often dying there. There were a great many of them who never grew old by the fire.

Kudos to the King for this one. I love the metaphor of the cats being 'gangsters'. It paints quite a picture.


Christopher Tran

Just to Make Things Interesting for Me

Since I am fond of roses (I also have a tattoo of a rose on my left arm), I will give at the conclusion of the read roses. This is just because it entertains me.

One Rose
These are books that I did not like. I had to stop the urge from throwing this book from across the field into a tree shredder. Watching with glee, that this waste of a book is no more. . .LOL. I can't believe they published crap like this!

Two Roses
These are books where I had to take one of the rose's and turn it upside down, shoving it up my rectum. This is to distract from the attention of the agony my eyes suffered. Weak plot and character buildup. Readable, but all and all it disappointed me.

Three Roses
Would I recommend these books to somebody--nah, I rather just pick up another book and forget that book a couple days of later. It's a passable read with okay characters. None that really stood out to me. Okay plot, but it wasn't a real page turner for me.

Four Roses
I would recommend this book and buy it. Good book, I liked the plot. The pages were a turnin'. . .my mind couldn't let go of that 'what's going to happen next feeling'. Decent characters, and a book I would remember.

Five Roses
Definitely recommend this book and buy it. I love it! Plot's great! The character's were memorable. I'm going to definitely remember this piece of work.

Half a Dozen Roses
Exceptional baby. . .I LOVED IT. God. . .the climax in this book was just that--purely orgasmic!. . .LOL. I couldn't put this book down--had to keep on reading it. I would recommend this like a craze homeless guy ranting about the end of the world in Times Square.


Christopher Tran

Pet Sematary: Another Comment

Here's the excerpt:

Louis unshouldered Gage and pulled him out of the baby carrier so he could crawl. Louis's back sighed with relief.


In all my life, I have never seen back's 'sigh', have you?

Christopher Tran

Stephen King's Pet Sematary

I am enjoying the book by Stephen King. If by some chance Mr. King is reading this--it's not an insult to your talent. I guess I'm not like most, it's kind of fun for me to find bits and pieces that aren't quite right. For instance:

Excerpt:

Crandell's cigarette glowed like a large, peaceable firefly in the summer darkness.


Now I'm all for simile's, but is it just me or is this silly? The man's smoking a freaking ciggy for christ sake. By the way I have never seen a peaceable firefly---have you? (I'm usually busy squishing them, so they fly around frantically. . . .LOL. . . .::rolls eyes:: just kidding) ;)



Christopher Tran

Comments on Pet Sematary

We went to the library today, and I got Pet Sematary. I will continue making comments from time to time on the book. I may be committing taboo by my comments about Stephen King, but aren't we all critics.?

This is from the first chapter:

"I think it's beautiful," Rachel said, and that was a huge weight off his chest---and off his mind. She wasn't kidding, he saw; it was in the way she was looking at it as they turned in the asphalted driveway that curved around to the shed in back, her eyes sweeping the blank windows, her mind already ticking away at such matters as curtains and oilcloth for the cupboards, and God knew what else.



First of all, this chapter is done in Louis's point of view. Stephen King did a little head hopping here. Might have saved himself by putting in "it was in the way she was looking. . . " I think if this is so, the editors found it. He added it, that is my guess.

Another thing: Can eyes sweep? I've never seen eyes sweep before. LOL

A broom I've seen sweep.

You know I guess eyes can sweep---if your eyes were on the floor, and I had to sweep you in a dustpan. Discarding your eyeball so that the flies can land on the piece of discarded tissue. Breeding their larvae, as now you become mother natures nest. . . .

Control yourself Chris---Shut up now. :)

Christopher Tran

Four Flutes Baby

This is a review by Cocktail's Review for Tiffany's Twisted. I think it's an awesome! Happy reading.

Tiffany’s Twisted Wild Child Publishing « Cocktail Reviews

Christopher Tran

What I've learned

For those of you that do not know me, I am the author of Tiffany's Twisted. I am a 25 year old novelist and have alot to learn about the craft. WCP taught me about writing, and an editor [who shall remain nameless, unless she wants to say who she is ;o)] helped me hone my writing skills. Remember, I am still learning and if this doesn't help anyone, at least it's good for a laugh.

Commas;

RIGHT

Mary had a little lamb and she ate the lamb

Explanation: There are two independent clauses (or sentences) seperated by the conjunction (and), since the subjects are the same (she and Mary are the same person--unless some weird twilight stuff happens), you don't need a comma.

WRONG

Mary had a little lamb, and she ate the lamb


'To be' verbs: am is are was were be being been has have had can could shall should may might must do did does will would

Rule: If you can get rid of them, please do.

Example:

WEAK
Lita could have arrived at the store had she not been caught in traffic

STRONG
Lita got caught in traffic and arrived late to the store.


POV-This is a real fun one!

WRONG

The stalker's gaze followed Tara. He carried a knife in his hand. Creeping up to her--this would be his fourth victim. This revelation excited him. He felt a bulge in his pants as he inhaled her perfume. Tara realized somebody was following her, but the fear of turning around and facing her attacker was overwhelming. She trembled with fear. He could sense this terror as he grabbed her by her neck and with one swift motion slit her throat.

RIGHT
Stalker's POV

The stalker's gaze followed Tara. He carried a knife in his hand. Creeping up to her--this would be his fourth victim. This revelation excited him. He felt a bulge in his pants as he inhaled her perfume. The stalker scouted this apartment complex for a few days before deciding on this woman. Her name was Tara, and she lived alone--A perfect target. He applauded his stealthiness, moving closer to her. He grabbed her by the neck and with one swift motion slit her throat.

Tara's POV

It's been a long day. Tara worked overtime for four straight days and it showed by the way she trudged up the steps to her apartment. It used to be safer in this area. At the office today, a coworker informed her that there had been at least three stabbings around here--She'd better be careful. As she headed up the last flight of stairs, she felt leather closing around her throat and then the cold finality of steel.


Christopher Tran"An Author of Twisted Fiction with a Hint of Darkness"
Another Author's Blog
MySpace.com - Christopher Tran - 25 - Male - KINGSVILLE, Ohio - www.myspace.com/christran120
Wild Child Publishing -- a high quality literary magazine and ebook publisher.

Spring is here!

I know spring is supposed to start late March, but it didn't seem to here. However, for the past week, it's been gorgeous outside. Temperatures are up in the mid seventies, and I am happy I don't have to walk Dukatti in a foot of snow anymore.

I'm so happy spring is finally here everyone. Let's see if the weather continues like this.

Christopher Tran

Get Your Copy Now

Hi Blogland,

I'd like to share with you my book. It's available at this link: Wild Child Publishing -- a high quality literary magazine and ebook publisher. . Read the book blurb and the excerpt. Buy the book, it's a good read. Spread the word, it's the best form of advertisement.

It's finally out!

Christopher Tran

Word of Mouth Baby

That's right all you out there in Blogland. My book is available today. I am ecstactic about Tiffany's Twisted. I'm finally a published author baby! I got my foot through the door.

Check out the link: read they synopsis and the excerpt. If you like what you see tell your friends about it, tell people online about it, etc. Word of mouth is the best advertising.

Tiffany's Twisted

Christopher Tran

Tomorrow Tomorrow!

Tomorrow the book is available in ebook at www.wildchildpublishing.com, it's under the link for thrillers. I am ecstatic :)

I never got a chance to ask the readers of this blog to tell me a little about yourself. I'd like to know who's been out there on the web reading this page. Please check back, I try to post something each week.

If anyone has a news story that's bothering them and they feel they need to speak about it, please do. I'm not here to judge anyone for their opinions.

Christopher Tran

Two More Days!

I can't wait, my novel is almost available. It's starting as an ebook, maybe in the near future Wild Child Publishing will release a print in trade paperback. In the meantime, check out the ebook. Here's the link:
Tiffany's Twisted

Christopher Tran

My Debut Novel

Check it out baby!Wild Child Publishing -- a high quality literary magazine and ebook publisher.

Excerpt from Tiffany's Twisted

At one point, she’d considered her a guardian angel, protecting her from the improper advances of the man who sat next to her now. Funny how things turn out, eh?

They reached the ramp that led to the highway to Derrick’s place. Cass glanced in the passenger’s wing mirror. Was someone following them?

“I think someone’s following us,” she warned Derrick.

He looked at his rearview mirror and said, “So I’m not crazy then; you think that black truck is following us too?”

He hit the gas a little harder, and the BMW roared, blending into traffic. The black truck did the same, and Cass’s stomach flipped as she saw its headlights dazzle the wing mirror as it came out from the merging lane. The truck sped up, heading towards their car.

“You got to be f*cking kidding me,” Derrick said, his gaze flicking to the rearview mirror. “Not today, not this sh*t.”

Cass trembled as Derrick weaved into the left lane. The engine of the black truck roared as it inched its way closer, cutting in front of another driver, who honked his horn.

Derrick veered across two lanes and drove onto a bridge. The truck caught up quick, but a car in front of the BMW moved slower than Derrick.

“Goddamnit! Move already!” Derrick yelled.

He looked to his right. A heavy line of traffic prevented a merge. Cass sat trying to think of good things, eyes wide with anticipation. We’ll make it safely home…it won’t be long, and I can be in Derrick’s strong arms….

Metal touched metal. With an eardrum shattering screech, the black truck hit them hard on the rear passenger side. Derrick quickly let go of the gas, and the BMW spun out of control on the imaginary divider, veering into oncoming traffic.

Whiplash caused Cass to hit the back of her head on the seat. Disoriented, she heard the blare of a car horn and saw headlights coming toward her as a vehicle connected to the passenger side of the BMW. The force of the collision flung Cass’s head against the side window, and the car spun out as Derrick sat helpless to control his car.

Brakes screeched. The BMW stopped. Cass closed her eyes. Derrick opened the driver’s door and stepped out. He slammed the door shut before she mercifully allowed unconsciousness to claim her.

* * *

Livid, Derrick marched towards the black truck that had parked on the asphalt beside the bridge. He heard the driver from the oncoming car yell, “You okay?”
He ignored the driver. Furious, he focused on the black truck. Someone with a navy blue hoodie stepped out of the driver’s seat. He swung a crowbar, aiming for Derrick’s head, but missed. Derrick ducked, his action denying him a good look at the guy’s face.

Instinctively, Derrick rushed forward, backing the guy against the truck.

“What’s your damn problem?” Derrick said.

Hoodie wouldn’t quit struggling. He arced the crowbar down onto the top of Derrick’s head. Hoodie grabbed Derrick’s head and slammed it hard against the side of the truck. Derrick stumbled towards the ledge of the bridge, suddenly turning around so that his back wouldn’t face his enemy. Hoodie stalked forward and struck the crowbar across Derrick’s chest. Off balance, Derrick tried to grip the ledge but failed.

The sensation of freefalling assaulted him before his body slapped shockingly hard against the surface of the river. Instant submergence grasped his body, the murky water entering his ears, his nose, his mouth, his lungs….

Release Date

Mark your calenders, Tiffany's Twisted will be released Tuesday, April 15th. Until then Happy Reading!

I Finally Got a My Space

I am on myspace now. I will also be blogging on that page. Here is the link:

MySpace.com - Christopher Tran - 25 - Male - KINGSVILLE, Ohio - www.myspace.com/christran120

Here's the Wicked Cover

I love it!

M.E. Ellis

She is a talented horror author, please check out her blog everyone.

http://www.meellis.blogspot.com/

Just a Quick Poem I Wrote

"No One Hears"
by: Christopher Tran

Every soul is filled with light
All teachers- illuminating our minds
Beaming so damn bright
Too many experts- so much clutter
Disclosing their dreams
The vast amounts make me shudder
Deserving to die
Seeking what's not right
Striving for inner guidance, all are lies
Suffering as they do
Why you covering your ears?. . .F*ck you too.
Returning to a pile of ash
Still you move forward
Remaining a piece of trash
One person at a time-try to change them my dear
Go ahead- make your difference
Here's a secret. . . .No one hears.

Aspiring Authors and Poets

Should any of you wish to post short shories or poems of your own, please feel free to do so. That way you may share your work with others as well as gaining some exposure. Have a nice day everyone :)

I hope you had a great holiday weekend!

Update on Tiffany's Twisted

Well, the process of revisions are done, and now Tiffany's Twisted is at the proofreading stage. My editor and I are still working on a cover art soon to be released. Again, I will keep you all posted about my debut novel. Thank you.

Congratulations Josie Thomas

I congratulate Josie Thomas for making it on the hotseller list on Whiskey Creek Press. Her debut novel, The World in Her Arms reached number six on the list. I may keep you all posted on the book. Good job Josie, keep writing!

Another's Authors Plug

A fellow author named Josie Thomas is a romance novelist. Please check out her book published by Whiskey Creek Press. It's titled The World in Her Arms.

THE WORLD IN HER ARMS by Josie Thomas - $5.09 : Whiskey Creek Press, Ebook and Printed Paperback Publisher

A Helpful Site

A friend of mine has his own blog. He has a gift and loves to help people with it. You guys should check him out. His name is Brian Sinclair. Here's the link:

http://intuitiveguru.wordpress.com/

You may find some of the stuff on his page interesting. I did.

Cover Art

We are now working on an illustration for my book. I must say the ideas for my novel are good. If anyone wants to throw out some ideas, please go for it.

Introduction

Welcome to Another Author's Blog. My name is Christopher Tran, I am a 25 yr old novelist. My upcoming novel is Tiffany's Twisted. I'm working on revising the debut novel with a fine editor and established author, M.E Ellis, with Wild Child Publishing. I will keep all of you posted about my novel.

Here's a synopsis:

Desperately seeking an escape from an existence he deems not worth living, Michael Dougherty searches for an outlet. He finally gains the attention of his long time crush, Tiffany Tabor, and finds that her past life eerily entwines with his. He fails to recognize the dangers of his situation—Tiffany’s irresistibility charms him. Although his friends undertake their own quest to reveal the truth, they cannot persuade Michael with their verification of the evidence due to this fatal attraction. Therefore, Michael casts caution to the wind—an act that may cost him his life. Another blow is revealed: his father tells of a family secret, throwing Michael into further turmoil.

Seeking justice, Tiffany confronts her past and possesses a burning desire to right the wrongs. Stopping at nothing, she faces her own demons and devises a plan of revenge. Vengeance is a dish best served cold in Tiffany’s Twisted.



P.S. This blog is opened to all comments, even if you need to get things off your chest, you are welcomed to share your thoughts.