The New York subway system has been a friend and a foe...as it has to most New Yorkers...but this weekend it was a friend.
I don't think of myself as being super confident. I get nervous just like everyone else when it comes to talking to people I don't know...but I think that doing theater has made that nervousness more of a step vs. a staircase. It's like when I used to perform. I would be backstage, getting ready to go on, and my heart would be going a bit faster with adrenaline and I'd be slightly nervous. But the minute I made the commitment to going onto that stage, with my first step, it was gone. It was as if the commitment to do it just took the nervous energy and transformed it. As a performer I think that's exactly what you need to do; turn nervous energy into performance energy.
That said, as I've been searching for models for this photo-shoot I've had to approach strangers rather a lot. It's awkward to tell them I'm a writer who isn't published yet but that I want to do this photo-shoot for my website...its a lot to explain to someone who doesn't know me from eve. But...it has proven interesting to say the least. I've met some amazing people AND finally found my Denika.
Story #1
I'm on the train when a really good looking goth man gets on the train with his girlfriend (she is dressed normally yet he has black hair that's shaved bald on one side and he's got the eyeliner and black finger nails and clothes). So I approach them. I think he's on his way to the festival I'm going to...but no. They are on their way to dinner at a friend's house.
Anyhoo...he introduces himself to me as Tony and then introduces me to his wife. I tell him about my project and he's interested and asks for my info to contact me. We have a lovely short conversation on why I use a pen name (if I've not told you before, though I think I have, its because my father is big in the Catholic Church as a teacher and I'd hate for my books---as they are about Wicca and other fantasy things---to have an adverse effect on him with my last name plastered on them) and he then tells me the reason for why half of his head is shaved.....wait for it...it's a good one...
He's in the Broadway show "American Idiot".
I've not seen the show and as I've mentioned before...I suck with knowing who famous people are. So of course I say, "That's fantastic! I work in some Off Off Broadway theater (which I'm sure he thought was a lie at the time since I didn't know who he was). To make my long story shorter I ended up leaving them to their night and went to sit back down. As they got off at Columbus Circle he again said it was nice to meet me, would email me, encouraged me to come see the show, etc.
"What a lovely young man", I thought.
I get topside and meet my pal Matt for dinner and tell him my luck in maybe finding someone to portray Zane. I then pull out my phone to Google the cast of "American Idiot" because suddenly I have this god awful feeling that I'm an ass and he's the lead or something.
Oh yeah. I AM the American Idiot here. It was Tony Vincent. He's been the front man for Queen, performed for the Queen of England, been in "Jesus Christ Superstar" & "Rent" and now is the LEAD in "American Idiot". Of course I Facebooked my ignorance because it's only funny if my friends can laugh with me/at me.
He contacted me the next day...but unfortunately with his performance schedule and my lack of funds, he can't help me out this time around...but said to keep him in mind if I get a bigger budget. Such a nice man! I look forward to seeing his show...my roommate and I are going to go when I get back from LA.
Story #2
This weekend I was on my way to the doctor's office for my bi-weekly chiropractic adjustment and suddenly I see this good looking young man sitting near me who seems out of breath and shaken up. He keeps looking at his elbows and I'm thinking, "What is he doing?" I then see both are bleeding...he's skinned them both somehow.
I immediately reach into my purse to grab two bandaids. I lean over and get his attention and give them to him. Turns out the poor guy triped on the last stair or two and fell--skidding along the cement. OUCH!
I said, "Well, at least you made the train!" We laughed and I said, "If you're an actor you can use this for something someday."
Turns out, he's a student studying....you guessed it...theatre! LOL! I think to myself that if I could find a good wig for him he'd make a great Liam. So we get to talking...I tell him how I can't find someone for Liam or Denika's characters and get this...
HIS ROOMMATE IS A SHORT GIRL WITH DARK BROWN HAIR AND BLUE EYES...AND AN ACTRESS!
LOL! This is how my life goes...I swear! So I give him my info...and they both email me the next day and she's perfect! I have found Denika! It's like this tiny miracle that tells me God is behind me on this and not to worry.
I also found my guy to play Cash by accosting some poor waiter at Natalie's wedding...but as that wasn't on the subway I have left the full story alone. Just know that I had to do the same thing...approach a good looking young man out of the blue and say just the right words to get him interested in my project in like, two minutes.
I think I've got my full cast now. I'm rather excited! I plan to get them together possibly this weekend...we shall see.
As much as we get irritated at the subway...ya gotta admit...if you use it to your advantage (read, memorize lines, meet people, etc), it has it benefits!
Hope you had a great weekend! I had 2 days of "me time" as well as "dog time in the park". It was loverly!
Until next time...
xo
Tamsin :)
Monday, September 13, 2010
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
Triton Festival
Labor Day weekend 2010 shall go down in the books as the weekend the goth/industrial scene from NYC & all over the world invaded Coney Island, Brooklyn! 25 bands from around the world converged to put on a 3 day extravaganza of live music performances and it was bloody brilliant! Personally, I don't think the Russian neighborhood knows what hit them! Hundreds of people in goth/industrial gear walking around the neighborhood...it was a sight!It was a weekend of going to bed as the sun rose and getting up around 3pm and heading out to Brooklyn for more music. I got to hear bands I knew of and those I had never heard before...which was what was so great about this festival! I now have a few new favorite groups and my poor iPod just got loaded up with more than 150 new songs! My draught for new music is gone and now as I look at my iPod I still can't figure out who I want to listen to but in a good way...I have so much new great stuff to pick from!
My hat goes off to Jet Berelson who is the "man with the plan" who put this on with his company Vampire Freaks and Audiolust. They organized something HUGE that hadn't been done before in NYC and it was mostly seamless and everyone seemed to have a great time! It takes talent to produce something like this so...Jet...congrats on all your hard work!
At the TRITON kick-off pre-party, "The Return of Cybertron", on Thursday night my DJ pal AnnabelEvil introduced me to Clint, who is the lead singer for System Syn (who are fantastic btw!) and then at the concert I got to meet Celldweller (aka Klayton):
My pal Matt, who came in from Boston, and I had a blast! When professional pictures start to post I'll select a few and put them up for you to see...but until then, here are some of mine I took with my phone. They're not great, but they're good enough for now. :)
Clint from SYSTEM SYN:
CLAN OF XYMOX:
APOPTYGMA BERZERK:
Adam & Clint with IMPERATIVE REACTION:
ARYIA:
My favorite bands of the weekend were "Icon of Coil", "Celldweller", "Aesthetic Perfection", "Ayria", "System Syn", "Imperative Reaction", "Clan of Xymox" and "Apoptygma Berzerk".
Hope you all had a GREAT Labor Day weekend as well! I leave you with one last pic...below is a shot of the crowd during Apoptygma Berzerk at 2:30 in the morning on Sunday night! If you had a fun weekend...tell me what YOU did! If per chance you were at Triton...I'd LOVE to hear what you thought!
Thursday, September 2, 2010
A Masterpiece of Fiction: "Clockwork Angel" by Cassandra Clare
"There's plenty of sense in non-sense sometimes, if you wish to look for it." -Will
It's only one of my favorite lines of his, but I wanted to share it. :)
So, three days after purchase (which I did the morning of 'release day' of course) I have finished the book with much sadness (because it's over) and yet, anticipation (for Clockwork Prince; the 2nd book in the trilogy)! I am sure that I will go back soon to re-read Clockwork Angel so as to catch the things I missed, as I do tend to read fast and furious when I'm in the heat of the moment. By which I mean not only the exciting moments of the book itself but more importantly, the excitement of reading a masterpiece of fiction.
What is a "Masterpiece of Fiction"?
I'm sure we all have a similar definition for this, but here is mine; It is when I'm engrossed so completely in a story that I'm happy simply to be reading the book and nothing else can deter me from it...well, at least not anything short of the house being on fire...or possibly Matthew Bomer stepping into my bedroom, but that's a whole different story all together, yes?
We all have them...that one author who we love more than the others. Cassandra Clare it that writer for me and Clockwork Angel is yet another testament as to why. She not only takes you on a journey but feeds your imagination in a way that is not only emotional but visual and for me, spiritual. The latter I speak of is because I too am a writer and when I read Cassie's work my imagination for my own books becomes more inventive...it stretches its legs...it becomes clearer and more detailed. Few authors do this for me like she does.
Anyhoo...on to my review of the book, yes? As I see no reason to bleed my brain (which is what it feels like to try and fit a whole story into three small paragraphs) to give you the basic idea of the story, I will regurgitate the online summary for you at the end of this blog entry, okay? Scroll down and read it if you want now...I'll wait for you here.
Done? Good...let's continue!
So, I follow Cassie on Twitter and marvel at how she fields the same questions over and over...and love that she sometimes answers me! :) But, there is one thing that was constantly on my mind throughout the book, that was brought up on Twitter... and it's a very heavy concept...try to follow along if you can...
Team Will or Team Jem?
Hey now, it's a hard question. How does Cassie expect us to choose? Why can't we just ask Magnus Bane to turn them into ONE man and be done with it? Simple solution if you ask me. Silver hair, blue eyes, healthy, in touch with his feelings, passionate...and well, not an ass to those he loves. What? We can't do that? Bugger.
Okay, so...am I Team Will or Team Jem....??????
Let me think on it as I write this (because obviously 476 pages wasn't nearly long enough for me to think on it)...
As always Cassie has handed us an amazing throng of characters to connect with in a setting that is vivid, enticing, and complicated. Not that NYC for Mortal Instruments isn't a perfect setting...but this just adds interesting changes that bode well for the texture of the story. Now, something else I found interesting was that unlike in The Mortal Instruments, I became rather fond of some of the adults in this book. Yes yes the adults in MI are great characters, I'm not saying they aren't, but you don't really get to know them that well. In CA you get that honor, and I like that. I think secretly I have a thing for Henry, but don't tell Charlotte...I'd hate for THAT woman to have a problem with me!
Speaking of the female characters...they all are terribly complicated and completely different which is a testament to great writing if you ask me. Each have qualities you love, ones you don't, and yet they all fit together perfectly...no matter how different they are. Of them all I do love our leading lady, Tessa, but I have a special spot in my heart for Charlotte...I suppose as head of a theatre company in NYC I connect to her the most as she tries to prove herself to the Enclave as the head of the Institute in London. (Aunt Callida and Benedict Lightwood can suck it!...eh-hem...sorry...I just had to say it).
The boys (Will and Jem) are night and day. Will reminds me of my love for Jace so how can I not bend toward him? He's gorgeous, quick witted, a talented fighter, damaged emotionally, passionate and hides himself behind a bravado we can't help but enjoy. Jem is beautiful, graceful, attentive, empathetic, a good fighter, there when you need him and kind. Tessa says it perfectly at the end of the book, "Then came Jem, and then Will, looking like two chess pieces from some odd game, both Jem's silver hair and Will's tangled black locks set off by the pallor of their clothes. White Knight and Black Knight, Tessa thought as they went up the steps and vanished into the Institute."
How is one to choose just one young man? *sigh* But I suppose I must. The problem is you get to know Will more in this book than Jem. You get more emotional attention to him by Tessa so you're pulled to him more, even with his "issues". Because of this, the passionate young woman in me is very much Team Will...he is so much like Chase in so many ways...and the passion in his kisses, ugh--to die for! So how can I not be Team Will? BUT...as I have just turned 40 the sensible side of me is Team Jem all the way! Passion is wonderful but communication, kindness, gentleness, intelligence...well, they go a lot further. I think if we'd had a bit more Jem with Tessa time I'd be leaning even harder that way...
That said...for now...I am team Jem who secretly wants to be Team Will. I know. It's a sickness. How about this, I reserve the right to change my mind after book two! I need more info to be solid on this...I just do. But for now, I suppose I'm on Jem's side...while I dip my toe in Will's side of the pool. ;)
This blog entry truly has been long enough. I leave you with one of my LOL moments from the book...
Jessamine recoiled from the paper as if it were a snake. "A lady does not read the newspaper. The society pages, perhaps, or the theater news. Not this filth."
"But you are not a lady, Jessamine--," Charlotte began.
"Dear me," said Will. "Such harsh truths so early in the morning cannot be good for the digestion."
"What I mean," Charlotte said, correcting herself, "is that you are a Shadowhunter first, and a lady second."
That's all for now...the full online summary is below...I do so suggest you go out and get this book. And when you're done go get The 3 books of The Mortal Instruments. You'll thank me.
Have a great weekend...and happy reading to those who have not yet read CA!
xo Tamsin :)
When sixteen-year-old Tessa Gray crosses the ocean to find her brother, her destination is England, the time is the reign of Queen Victoria, and something terrifying is waiting for her in London's Downworld, where vampires, warlocks and other supernatural folk stalk the gaslit streets. Only the Shadowhunters, warriors dedicated to ridding the world of demons, keep order amidst the chaos.
Kidnapped by the mysterious Dark Sisters, members of a secret organization called The Pandemonium Club, Tessa soon learns that she herself is a Downworlder with a rare ability: the power to transform, at will, into another person. What's more, the Magister, the shadowy figure who runs the Club, will stop at nothing to claim Tessa's power for his own.
Friendless and hunted, Tessa takes refuge with the Shadowhunters of the London Institute, who swear to find her brother if she will use her power to help them. She soon finds herself fascinated by--and torn between--two best friends: James, whose fragile beauty hides a deadly secret, and blue-eyed Will, whose caustic wit and volatile moods keep everyone in his life at arm's length...everyone, that is, but Tessa. As their search draws them deep into the heart of an arcane plot that threatens to destroy the Shadowhunters, Tessa realizes that she may need to choose between saving her brother and helping her new friends save the world...and that love may be the most dangerous magic of all.
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Welcome to September!
It's September 1st people...and I feel the need to tell you what has been going on!
As you know, I'm on a hunt to find actors/models/people to portray the main roles in my newest book for a photo-shoot to be done in October. So far I've found someone for the following characters: Cash, Marlen, Lexie, Phin and Inari. I still have yet to find someone for Denika, Liam and a solid Zane...though I have a few options that aren't bad.
So, look at my list again from August 25th's post and let me know if you know anyone...or just let them them and they can let me know that they know. :)
Other good news is that my photographer and I scouted locations on Sunday and to say I got excited about the shoot would be an understatement. What that man can do with a camera is just bloody amazing! And the locations we found....beautiful!
Good news continues...spoke to my friend Mark Rosenthal, who is an accomplished swordsman, and he has swords we can use for the photos. Two smaller ones for Denika and a broadsword or two for Cash.
And the news just keeps on a comin'! Jet, the owner of the Vampire Freaks store, has agreed to loan us some clothing pieces for the shoot (we have to keep the garments clean though...so that might be rough but I'm going to go out of my way to make that work cause loaned clothing is better than buying clothing for a shoot, ya know?)!
Mark's sister Celine, a good friend of mine, has agreed to keep the make-up on our folks in check from take to take as well so as soon as I have my last few people chosen we are SET!
IN OTHER NEWS
I'm currently reading the 1st book in the Infernal Devices by Cassandra Clare, got it yesterday (the day it came out cause I am THAT nerd!) and when I'm done with it, I will do a review for you all! With how I read...and how I have tonight free to do so...the chances are high you will have your review soon. The only thing that could possibly delay it would be.......
TRITON FESTIVAL!!!!!
That's right...the biggest Goth/Industrial Festival in the US is happening THIS weekend in New York City! Well, technically in Brooklyn but what-the-fuck-ever. It's the biggest gathering of goth peeps so far this year...they're coming from England, Australia...and that's just those coming to WATCH...not all the bands that will be there!!! WOOT!
***** You can check it all out at http://vampirefreaks.com/ *****
What is also excellent about this is that there is a FREE kickoff party for everyone going to Triton this Thursday night called The Return of Cybertron where Jet will be DJing and you can get your Triton bracelet early! That means no waiting in line on Friday night! YAY!!
So, that's FOUR nights of great music! New People! And...my buddies Annabel, Jet, Mark, Sheri and others will be there! To top it off, my pal Matt is coming in from Boston!
Hence, if my review is a touch late you'll know why...if it's on time, you'll know it was so good, I FOUND the time to finish it out of severe need to read cause I couldn't put the book down!
Hope you too have a GREAT Labor Day Weekend. Know that my actual Labor Day will be spent sleeping and watching TV. :) Now THAT is some hard labor! ;)
xo
Tamsin :)
As you know, I'm on a hunt to find actors/models/people to portray the main roles in my newest book for a photo-shoot to be done in October. So far I've found someone for the following characters: Cash, Marlen, Lexie, Phin and Inari. I still have yet to find someone for Denika, Liam and a solid Zane...though I have a few options that aren't bad.
So, look at my list again from August 25th's post and let me know if you know anyone...or just let them them and they can let me know that they know. :)
Other good news is that my photographer and I scouted locations on Sunday and to say I got excited about the shoot would be an understatement. What that man can do with a camera is just bloody amazing! And the locations we found....beautiful!
Good news continues...spoke to my friend Mark Rosenthal, who is an accomplished swordsman, and he has swords we can use for the photos. Two smaller ones for Denika and a broadsword or two for Cash.
And the news just keeps on a comin'! Jet, the owner of the Vampire Freaks store, has agreed to loan us some clothing pieces for the shoot (we have to keep the garments clean though...so that might be rough but I'm going to go out of my way to make that work cause loaned clothing is better than buying clothing for a shoot, ya know?)!
Mark's sister Celine, a good friend of mine, has agreed to keep the make-up on our folks in check from take to take as well so as soon as I have my last few people chosen we are SET!
IN OTHER NEWS
I'm currently reading the 1st book in the Infernal Devices by Cassandra Clare, got it yesterday (the day it came out cause I am THAT nerd!) and when I'm done with it, I will do a review for you all! With how I read...and how I have tonight free to do so...the chances are high you will have your review soon. The only thing that could possibly delay it would be.......
TRITON FESTIVAL!!!!!
That's right...the biggest Goth/Industrial Festival in the US is happening THIS weekend in New York City! Well, technically in Brooklyn but what-the-fuck-ever. It's the biggest gathering of goth peeps so far this year...they're coming from England, Australia...and that's just those coming to WATCH...not all the bands that will be there!!! WOOT!
***** You can check it all out at http://vampirefreaks.com/ *****
What is also excellent about this is that there is a FREE kickoff party for everyone going to Triton this Thursday night called The Return of Cybertron where Jet will be DJing and you can get your Triton bracelet early! That means no waiting in line on Friday night! YAY!!
So, that's FOUR nights of great music! New People! And...my buddies Annabel, Jet, Mark, Sheri and others will be there! To top it off, my pal Matt is coming in from Boston!
Hence, if my review is a touch late you'll know why...if it's on time, you'll know it was so good, I FOUND the time to finish it out of severe need to read cause I couldn't put the book down!
Hope you too have a GREAT Labor Day Weekend. Know that my actual Labor Day will be spent sleeping and watching TV. :) Now THAT is some hard labor! ;)
xo
Tamsin :)
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Photo Shoot for Moon Over Manhattan!
Here's the deal. The new book I'm writing will easily be done by Christmas. But when snow hits the ground no person in Manhattan wants to do pictures in Central Park...including me. So...here's what I'm doing.
I put an ad on Craigslist, my FB Page and on Twitter directing people to come look HERE for the scoop.
The scoop is that Moon Over Manhattan is a story about the West Side Pack of werewolves, specifically Denika and Cash (as it's told from their perspectives), here in Manhattan. Much of the book takes place in the subways and in Central Park.
I thought it would be cool to find models to pose as my characters, in goth/industrial gear, and do some photos in Central Park in the fall...this October. Most pictures will be up at Belvedere Castle as the book also has a Gothic (as in the time period) feel with sword fights and so on.
So, below is the ad I put out on Craigs List. Read it...if you or someone you know fits the "look" of one of these roles....well....read on...
Adult Fantasy Writer Tamsin Silver is looking for actors/actresses and/or models to pose for photos for her website for a new book, Moon Over Manhattan.
All characters in the book are part of the Goth/Industrial scene and those chosen will need to be dressed as such for the photo shoot to hopefully be done at the top of October. Do not worry if you don't have the "gear", that will be taken care by pairing something you do have with something we have.
***Note: If you are part of the Goth/Industrial Scene here in NYC but are not an actor/actress/model but fit one of these descriptions still send in some pictures of you! You do not need to be a professional to qualify for this project.
The shoot will be done in Central Park, primarily up at the Belvedere Castle, Umpire Rock and the Great Hill.
The following characters are between 25 & 35 in age. Obviously you do not need to BE that age, just able to pass for it in photos.
We understand these are specific looks, but as we are going off of character descriptions by the author, they have to be. If you don't fit any of these but know someone who does, please pass this notice on to them. Thanks.
Denika: Short petite girl, dark hair (black or dark brown) to shoulders or chin (curly or straight), blue eyes or at least light colored. Preferably a size 6 or 8.
Cash: Tall male btwn 5'11" and 6'3", thin but yet built (not overly muscular), short blonde or dark blond hair, light colored eyes.
Lexie: Average built girl between 5'3" or 5'8" with red or strawberry blond hair (curly or straight).
Phin: Asian or half Asian male around 6' tall, average build, with dark hair that is either in a mohawk or faux-hawk (or something we can gel to look that way).
Zane: Skiny or average built young man with either long dark hair, a shaved head or a mix of the two! Anywhere from 5'7' to 6'2" is fine.
Marlen: Average to skinny built Jewish young man with dark eyes and short brown hair (curly/wavy preferred but not manditory).
Liam: Average built or skinny young man with long blond or dirty blond hair that at least come to his chin if not longer.
Inari: Delicate yet strong looking Middle Eastern girl with long black hair and fine features. Anywhere from 5'3" to 5'7".
Writer will pay for lunch on the day of the shoot and all pictures will be available for your portfolio.
If interested please email Ms. Silver at silver.tamsin@gmail.com with a little about you in the body of the email and headshot or comp card attached. Multiple pictures are encouraged.
***Special Note: If you look a lot different than your formal headshot OR have a more edgier photo of you, especially if its in Goth/Industrial attire, attach it as well.***
Thank you so much for your interest and the author looks forward to receiving your submissions. This looks to be a fun, one day process. If you have any questions please feel free to ask.
I put an ad on Craigslist, my FB Page and on Twitter directing people to come look HERE for the scoop.
The scoop is that Moon Over Manhattan is a story about the West Side Pack of werewolves, specifically Denika and Cash (as it's told from their perspectives), here in Manhattan. Much of the book takes place in the subways and in Central Park.
I thought it would be cool to find models to pose as my characters, in goth/industrial gear, and do some photos in Central Park in the fall...this October. Most pictures will be up at Belvedere Castle as the book also has a Gothic (as in the time period) feel with sword fights and so on.
So, below is the ad I put out on Craigs List. Read it...if you or someone you know fits the "look" of one of these roles....well....read on...
Adult Fantasy Writer Tamsin Silver is looking for actors/actresses and/or models to pose for photos for her website for a new book, Moon Over Manhattan.
All characters in the book are part of the Goth/Industrial scene and those chosen will need to be dressed as such for the photo shoot to hopefully be done at the top of October. Do not worry if you don't have the "gear", that will be taken care by pairing something you do have with something we have.
***Note: If you are part of the Goth/Industrial Scene here in NYC but are not an actor/actress/model but fit one of these descriptions still send in some pictures of you! You do not need to be a professional to qualify for this project.
The shoot will be done in Central Park, primarily up at the Belvedere Castle, Umpire Rock and the Great Hill.
The following characters are between 25 & 35 in age. Obviously you do not need to BE that age, just able to pass for it in photos.
We understand these are specific looks, but as we are going off of character descriptions by the author, they have to be. If you don't fit any of these but know someone who does, please pass this notice on to them. Thanks.
Denika: Short petite girl, dark hair (black or dark brown) to shoulders or chin (curly or straight), blue eyes or at least light colored. Preferably a size 6 or 8.
Cash: Tall male btwn 5'11" and 6'3", thin but yet built (not overly muscular), short blonde or dark blond hair, light colored eyes.
Lexie: Average built girl between 5'3" or 5'8" with red or strawberry blond hair (curly or straight).
Phin: Asian or half Asian male around 6' tall, average build, with dark hair that is either in a mohawk or faux-hawk (or something we can gel to look that way).
Zane: Skiny or average built young man with either long dark hair, a shaved head or a mix of the two! Anywhere from 5'7' to 6'2" is fine.
Marlen: Average to skinny built Jewish young man with dark eyes and short brown hair (curly/wavy preferred but not manditory).
Liam: Average built or skinny young man with long blond or dirty blond hair that at least come to his chin if not longer.
Inari: Delicate yet strong looking Middle Eastern girl with long black hair and fine features. Anywhere from 5'3" to 5'7".
Writer will pay for lunch on the day of the shoot and all pictures will be available for your portfolio.
If interested please email Ms. Silver at silver.tamsin@gmail.com with a little about you in the body of the email and headshot or comp card attached. Multiple pictures are encouraged.
***Special Note: If you look a lot different than your formal headshot OR have a more edgier photo of you, especially if its in Goth/Industrial attire, attach it as well.***
Thank you so much for your interest and the author looks forward to receiving your submissions. This looks to be a fun, one day process. If you have any questions please feel free to ask.
Thursday, August 19, 2010
Once Lost / Now Found
I know I know, I've been away...but the good news is I've been writing...a lot. Just not here. Oh..don't give me the "tsk tsk tsk"...let's see you work a full time job, try to write a book full time, work out, interview for roommates, have a social life AND keep up a blog.
Uh huh...that's what I thought.
ANYHOO...
So...what to write about...
I guess I'll talk about the big "happy" that happened since I spoke to you all last.
Have you ever had a friend in your life who you adore...and have lost track of? They moved away and lost contact cause they're not a big internet person and don't have Facebook or MySpace or an email they check regularly (I know, it sounds foreign). You think of them from time to time and it hurts because you have no idea how to find them. You've tried the internet over and over. You've been faithful and checked Facebook every 6 months to see if they set up a page outta chance...but no luck.
Then suddenly, 7 years later, you're on Facebook in the middle of the day cause you're home sick from work and you see something in the top right corner of the screen that says, "Some of your friends know this person, maybe you do too"; and--its--him! The friend you've spent 7 years trying to find! Lucky for you his wall states his cell number and that he's not online much but to call him. So you do.
You get his voicemail...and just hearing it bring tears to your eyes. You pull yourself together and leave a voicemail. He calls you back the next day...and he IS living in the same city you are! **insert much rejoicing here**
We've chatted a bit but we're both busy people with opposite work schedules but...he's coming for dinner on Sunday if all goes well. To say that I'm "excited" doesn't really cover it. I'm elated! I'm ecstatic! I'm happy! I can't wait to hug him. :)
So, there's my little bit o' happy to toss onto your Thursday afternoon!
Tamsin xo
Uh huh...that's what I thought.
ANYHOO...
So...what to write about...
I guess I'll talk about the big "happy" that happened since I spoke to you all last.
Have you ever had a friend in your life who you adore...and have lost track of? They moved away and lost contact cause they're not a big internet person and don't have Facebook or MySpace or an email they check regularly (I know, it sounds foreign). You think of them from time to time and it hurts because you have no idea how to find them. You've tried the internet over and over. You've been faithful and checked Facebook every 6 months to see if they set up a page outta chance...but no luck.
Then suddenly, 7 years later, you're on Facebook in the middle of the day cause you're home sick from work and you see something in the top right corner of the screen that says, "Some of your friends know this person, maybe you do too"; and--its--him! The friend you've spent 7 years trying to find! Lucky for you his wall states his cell number and that he's not online much but to call him. So you do.
You get his voicemail...and just hearing it bring tears to your eyes. You pull yourself together and leave a voicemail. He calls you back the next day...and he IS living in the same city you are! **insert much rejoicing here**
We've chatted a bit but we're both busy people with opposite work schedules but...he's coming for dinner on Sunday if all goes well. To say that I'm "excited" doesn't really cover it. I'm elated! I'm ecstatic! I'm happy! I can't wait to hug him. :)
So, there's my little bit o' happy to toss onto your Thursday afternoon!
Tamsin xo
Monday, August 9, 2010
More...Moon Over Manhattan...
Okay...here's more from the Prologue of Moon Over Manhattan! The first half of the Prologue was given to you on 8/2/10 so if you've not read that...scroll down to read it and then...enjoy the end.
Happy Monday people! :) -Tamsin xo
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Silver, Tamsin L.
Moon Over Manhattan
© Copyright 2010
PROLOGUE Cont. ...
By now they’d reached the cement bridge that would lead onto Umpire Rock. Up the stairs and then single file they ran the bridge onto the rock. Denika stopped and sniffed the air, she could smell blood, and not just hers. It was close to her and seemed to go to the left. She motioned for Cash to go to the right. He touched his nose and pointed toward the trail she’d noticed and shook his head. Obviously he could smell the blood trail too and wanted to go that way.
She shook her head vigorously and pointed for him to go to the right. He was pissed but as Beta he didn’t have a choice but to obey the Alpha of the pack. He turned and went around one way and she the other.
With one sword out and one in its sheath she quietly and gracefully ran around the side of the rocks, staying as hidden as possible. The blood trail seemed to disappear once she was on the other side. Tucking her dark curls behind her ear to get them out of her eyes she crouched down to get a better whiff.
The smell of blood stopped because simply enough, so had the blood trail. Either he stopped to wrap the leg when they were fighting his goons or he’d jumped; cleared the rest of the rocks and picked up running wherever he landed. This meant they now needed to try and find where the blood trail picked up; somewhere out there in the dark.
“Damn it, where is a blood sucker when you need one!” She whispered.
Werewolves can follow blood and scent easily, like a dog can. But a break in the trail makes it hard to pick up unless you know for a fact the direction they’re heading, which she didn’t. A Vampire, on the other hand, follows the scent of the body’s essence itself as well as the heat trail they leave behind. If they jump the vamp can follow the scent through the air for an hour after they’ve gone through an area.
The wind picked up and she put her nose in the air to sniff. Picking up his scent she began to head in that direction, staying low to the ground as she could and in the darker shadows. That is when she spotted Cash, walking out into the open on the right side of the rock, his blonde hair catching the light. A shot rang out. She dropped flat to the ground but watched as Cash took a bullet to the shoulder and then to the thigh and he went down.
“Cash!” she screamed out and without thinking twice, she headed for him, running across the rocks on all fours.
Another shot fired and she could tell it was coming from up in the trees somewhere in front of them. They were sitting ducks on this rock. She had to re-maneuver their position. When she reached Cash she saw he was bleeding pretty bad but trying to get up.
“Stay down!”
A gun shot fired off and she rolled just in time as it hit the rocks next to her knee. “Damn!” Denika touched the device on her throat again. “Mayday mayday—we got shots fired at us at Umpire Rock. Beta is down, repeat, Beta is down. Need back-up!”
She sheathed her sword and got both her hands under Cash’s arms so as to pull him over to a huge crevice.
“Leave me here, go after him,” Cash said.
She pulled him a bit further. “I’m not leaving you here.”
“You called for help now go!”
“The hell I will!” She said, pulling him a few more feet to the side. A gun shot fired off, missing them again. “Jesus!”
“I’ll lay cover down for you—go!”
“Not till we pull those bullets out of you!” She said and then as random shots hit the rocks again adrenaline kicked in and with one huge pull she rolled all two hundred pounds of him into a large crevice and then jumped in after him. This was a good spot as it obscured their enemy’s view of them from above and well as if they were walking by. Helping him sit up, his back against the rocks, she squatted next to him to check his wounds.
“I’m fine,” he grumbled.
“Fine my ass. Hold still!” She looked at his shoulder. “This is a through and through.” She ripped off another piece of her shirt like she’d done for herself earlier and tied it under his arm and around the shoulder tight.
“Ouch! Damn it boss!”
“Gotta stop the bleeding.” Denika looked at his leg and ripped off another strip of material and handed it to him. Any more wounds and she might as well take off her tank and fight in her bra, she thought. “I trust you can get that bullet out of your leg and tie this yourself?”
His green eyes flashed great irritation with her. “Of course I can! Now get where you can fire on this asshole!”
Denika wore two guns, one on each thigh. She pulled the one from the right thigh harness and checked that it was loaded. She looked at him. “Cover me while I get to that tree.”
She scooted over to the edge of the rock, waited for him to fire a few rounds and used that to cover slipping behind the closest tree; about twelve feet from where Cash hid. She even had time to poke her head around and fire a few rounds up into the tree before they retaliated with shots of their own, which were now coming faster.
“Cash!” She whispered, “You got those heat sensor shades?”
“Yes ma’am I do!”
“Toss ‘em here!”
“The hell I will! Last time you broke my pair.”
“Dude, this is no time for you to be all possessive of your shit!”
“I’ll use ‘em! I got a shot from here.”
“I think he’s too far to the left for you to have a clear shot. I have a better shot from this angle and you know it! Now give ‘em here!”
Denika heard a grumble and then something landed on her foot. She bent down and felt them lying by her toe. She snatched them and slid them onto her face. Sticking her head around the tree again they were showered with bullets.
“Mother fucker has an automatic sniper rifle with silver bullets and a partial silencer! Who the fuck is this guy?!” Cash yelled over the gunfire.
“No idea but silencer or no, if this keeps up someone will hear and alert the good ol’ fuckin’ NYPD and we can’t be havin’ that! I’m gonna end this dude. You ready to cover me?”
“Always.”
“On the count—one, two, three!”
Cash twisted to his left, his right hand and head slipping out just enough to see and fire off a bunch of shots toward the tree but not really aiming. This gave her the chance to lean out without being fired upon; which she did. Looking up into the trees she quickly spotted him, as clear as could be, his heat signal glowing at her from high up in a tree to the left. She took aim and squeezed off a few rounds and watched as the blob of heat react to them and fell from the tree. After the thud he made hitting the ground, all was silent.
“Well done boss!”
She let out a sigh of relief and leaned against the tree for a moment, listening, but there was nothing. She’d not wanted to kill him. Secretly she hoped her usually perfect aim hadn’t been. She couldn’t question him if he was dead.
Denika went over to Cash. “I’m going to go out for a look.” She looked down at his leg; it wasn’t wrapped yet and hence bleeding all over the rocks. “Do you need me to go get your mommy to wrap your leg?”
“Fuck you. Been a bit busy thank you very much.”
“Get that silver out of there! I’ll be right back.” The longer the silver bullet was in his tissue the more it would hurt, the sicker he’d feel, and there was a larger chance it would do permanent damage.
His hand grabbed her leg. “Where you goin’?!” He was obviously upset.
“I need to see if he’s alive or not. I’ll be right back.”
“Wait for back up!”
“He’s laying out where anyone can see him Cash! I need to move him. Take care of your leg and that’s an order!” With that she stepped out of his hold and away from the rock’s protection.
“Damn it Denika, get back here!”
As she moved out into the open she saw no one else for as far as the eyes could see. Glancing up into the trees proved to show anyone either. She sniffed the air and smelled no one but herself, Cash, and the guy from the tree. But if someone was approaching from downwind she’d not smell them. Because of this she moved the glasses to the top of her head and quickly went to the man lying on the ground.
Again she had to hurdle over one of the green seeding fences and then run across the grass. That’s when she saw the man had fallen backwards, landing on the blacktop path vs. the grass. Denika hurdled yet another seeding fence so as to get to the body on the other side.
She crouched down and touched his neck. His pulse was slow and he was injured but it looked like he’d live, thank goddess. Quickly she realized how many lamp posts were in the area. With a curse or two she lifted the huge man to a sitting position against the fence, which he leaned against with his side.
As she finished she noticed a couple, holding hands, walking towards them. Damn it! They must’ve come from the bathrooms by the playground. Still in a squat she slipped her gun behind him and turned so her front faced them, relying on the glamour spell on her swords to work. Denika looked up at the couple with a smile. “He can’t hold his liquor even at his weight! He’ll be embarrassed tomorrow!” She laughed.
The gentleman semi-offered to help her; meaning he offered but yet he didn’t take even one step closer or let go of his girl’s hand—typical human New Yorker. Denika declined saying her friends were on their way so he was quick to say that was great and scuttle off towards West Drive. She twisted back to look at the man, more specifically at his leg and began to curse again as she grabbed her gun; this wasn’t the target.
“Looking for me?”
She spun about. There sat a man, on the green bench, looking very relaxed; leg crossed over the other like her dad use to do, his right arm draped along the back of the bench and a gun in his left hand directly pointed at her head. This man had an injured leg. This was our guy. Problem was he now wore a full coverage black mask with mesh over the mouth and eyes that you couldn’t see through from her side. She could see no features to support their informant’s claims. Quickly she glanced about for humans. But that couple must’ve been one of the last idiot humans in the park after one in the morning. The park was bare.
“Drop your gun,” his deep voice said. It sounded like it was being modified by something in his mask.
“You first,” she said with a smile. He pulled the hammer back on the gun and she cussed under her breath, dropping hers to the ground.
“Kick it away.”
Instead she stood up. It was a better tactical advantage. “Who do you work for?”
He laughed. “Kick it!”
“Fine fine—” Denika said and kicked her gun across the path into the dirt of the kickball diamond. He motioned for her to raise her hands so she did. She figured if she could keep him talking the rest of her team would be here in moments and they’d take him down. “You know, your friend here isn’t fatally wounded, you can still take him and go. You kill me and you’ll have the whole West Side Pack after your ass.”
“I wouldn’t bet on that,” his distorted voice said.
“Why? Who do you work for? I’ll pay you double what they are! We can make a deal!”
He coughed out a laugh and then said, “You talk a lot.”
“Tell me about it!” a voice said from behind the mystery man. It was Cash. He’d somehow gotten enough strength in his leg to totter out into the open, like the fool he is.
Two shots rang out as Cash fired upon her attacker. The man moved like lightning and was up and dodging in seconds. His first move saved him from the first bullet but the second on hit him in the shoulder. He fired upon Cash, who ducked behind the tree our sniper had fallen out of.
The man started to run towards Central Park West. The minute he got there he’d snag a cab and they’d lose him. Denika knew they couldn’t let that happen. She stooped to pick up her gun when another shot rang out. She heard Cash yell out her name but as she stood up she felt a bullet go through her chest and then another rake across the left side of her head and she went down.
“Denika!” Cash yelled. Suddenly she could see his face above hers. “It’s just a grazing on your head—hang in there—I can hear Marlen coming with the team.” He touched his throat. “Mayday, Alpha down,” he choked out, his voice catching. “Alpha has been hit—Marlen get your ass the fuck over here now! Path by the kickball field.”
“Shit. On my way. Hang on!” Came Marlen’s voice in their ear pieces.
She could feel blood on her face and a warm sensation at her back that told her blood was pooling out under her onto the blacktop. She coughed and tasted blood. She reached up to grab Cash’s glasses from the top of her head. “I didn’t break them this time.”
Denika knew she must be seeing things since it looked like tears were forming in Cash’s eyes. He took the shakes from her.
“You crazy woman, I don’t care about the—”
She coughed again and the pain began to hit her and she started to silently scream, her body curling in on itself.
“Hang in there Denika—just hang on!” He took her hands for her to squeeze, which she did until it all went dark.
Happy Monday people! :) -Tamsin xo
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Silver, Tamsin L.
Moon Over Manhattan
© Copyright 2010
PROLOGUE Cont. ...
By now they’d reached the cement bridge that would lead onto Umpire Rock. Up the stairs and then single file they ran the bridge onto the rock. Denika stopped and sniffed the air, she could smell blood, and not just hers. It was close to her and seemed to go to the left. She motioned for Cash to go to the right. He touched his nose and pointed toward the trail she’d noticed and shook his head. Obviously he could smell the blood trail too and wanted to go that way.
She shook her head vigorously and pointed for him to go to the right. He was pissed but as Beta he didn’t have a choice but to obey the Alpha of the pack. He turned and went around one way and she the other.
With one sword out and one in its sheath she quietly and gracefully ran around the side of the rocks, staying as hidden as possible. The blood trail seemed to disappear once she was on the other side. Tucking her dark curls behind her ear to get them out of her eyes she crouched down to get a better whiff.
The smell of blood stopped because simply enough, so had the blood trail. Either he stopped to wrap the leg when they were fighting his goons or he’d jumped; cleared the rest of the rocks and picked up running wherever he landed. This meant they now needed to try and find where the blood trail picked up; somewhere out there in the dark.
“Damn it, where is a blood sucker when you need one!” She whispered.
Werewolves can follow blood and scent easily, like a dog can. But a break in the trail makes it hard to pick up unless you know for a fact the direction they’re heading, which she didn’t. A Vampire, on the other hand, follows the scent of the body’s essence itself as well as the heat trail they leave behind. If they jump the vamp can follow the scent through the air for an hour after they’ve gone through an area.
The wind picked up and she put her nose in the air to sniff. Picking up his scent she began to head in that direction, staying low to the ground as she could and in the darker shadows. That is when she spotted Cash, walking out into the open on the right side of the rock, his blonde hair catching the light. A shot rang out. She dropped flat to the ground but watched as Cash took a bullet to the shoulder and then to the thigh and he went down.
“Cash!” she screamed out and without thinking twice, she headed for him, running across the rocks on all fours.
Another shot fired and she could tell it was coming from up in the trees somewhere in front of them. They were sitting ducks on this rock. She had to re-maneuver their position. When she reached Cash she saw he was bleeding pretty bad but trying to get up.
“Stay down!”
A gun shot fired off and she rolled just in time as it hit the rocks next to her knee. “Damn!” Denika touched the device on her throat again. “Mayday mayday—we got shots fired at us at Umpire Rock. Beta is down, repeat, Beta is down. Need back-up!”
She sheathed her sword and got both her hands under Cash’s arms so as to pull him over to a huge crevice.
“Leave me here, go after him,” Cash said.
She pulled him a bit further. “I’m not leaving you here.”
“You called for help now go!”
“The hell I will!” She said, pulling him a few more feet to the side. A gun shot fired off, missing them again. “Jesus!”
“I’ll lay cover down for you—go!”
“Not till we pull those bullets out of you!” She said and then as random shots hit the rocks again adrenaline kicked in and with one huge pull she rolled all two hundred pounds of him into a large crevice and then jumped in after him. This was a good spot as it obscured their enemy’s view of them from above and well as if they were walking by. Helping him sit up, his back against the rocks, she squatted next to him to check his wounds.
“I’m fine,” he grumbled.
“Fine my ass. Hold still!” She looked at his shoulder. “This is a through and through.” She ripped off another piece of her shirt like she’d done for herself earlier and tied it under his arm and around the shoulder tight.
“Ouch! Damn it boss!”
“Gotta stop the bleeding.” Denika looked at his leg and ripped off another strip of material and handed it to him. Any more wounds and she might as well take off her tank and fight in her bra, she thought. “I trust you can get that bullet out of your leg and tie this yourself?”
His green eyes flashed great irritation with her. “Of course I can! Now get where you can fire on this asshole!”
Denika wore two guns, one on each thigh. She pulled the one from the right thigh harness and checked that it was loaded. She looked at him. “Cover me while I get to that tree.”
She scooted over to the edge of the rock, waited for him to fire a few rounds and used that to cover slipping behind the closest tree; about twelve feet from where Cash hid. She even had time to poke her head around and fire a few rounds up into the tree before they retaliated with shots of their own, which were now coming faster.
“Cash!” She whispered, “You got those heat sensor shades?”
“Yes ma’am I do!”
“Toss ‘em here!”
“The hell I will! Last time you broke my pair.”
“Dude, this is no time for you to be all possessive of your shit!”
“I’ll use ‘em! I got a shot from here.”
“I think he’s too far to the left for you to have a clear shot. I have a better shot from this angle and you know it! Now give ‘em here!”
Denika heard a grumble and then something landed on her foot. She bent down and felt them lying by her toe. She snatched them and slid them onto her face. Sticking her head around the tree again they were showered with bullets.
“Mother fucker has an automatic sniper rifle with silver bullets and a partial silencer! Who the fuck is this guy?!” Cash yelled over the gunfire.
“No idea but silencer or no, if this keeps up someone will hear and alert the good ol’ fuckin’ NYPD and we can’t be havin’ that! I’m gonna end this dude. You ready to cover me?”
“Always.”
“On the count—one, two, three!”
Cash twisted to his left, his right hand and head slipping out just enough to see and fire off a bunch of shots toward the tree but not really aiming. This gave her the chance to lean out without being fired upon; which she did. Looking up into the trees she quickly spotted him, as clear as could be, his heat signal glowing at her from high up in a tree to the left. She took aim and squeezed off a few rounds and watched as the blob of heat react to them and fell from the tree. After the thud he made hitting the ground, all was silent.
“Well done boss!”
She let out a sigh of relief and leaned against the tree for a moment, listening, but there was nothing. She’d not wanted to kill him. Secretly she hoped her usually perfect aim hadn’t been. She couldn’t question him if he was dead.
Denika went over to Cash. “I’m going to go out for a look.” She looked down at his leg; it wasn’t wrapped yet and hence bleeding all over the rocks. “Do you need me to go get your mommy to wrap your leg?”
“Fuck you. Been a bit busy thank you very much.”
“Get that silver out of there! I’ll be right back.” The longer the silver bullet was in his tissue the more it would hurt, the sicker he’d feel, and there was a larger chance it would do permanent damage.
His hand grabbed her leg. “Where you goin’?!” He was obviously upset.
“I need to see if he’s alive or not. I’ll be right back.”
“Wait for back up!”
“He’s laying out where anyone can see him Cash! I need to move him. Take care of your leg and that’s an order!” With that she stepped out of his hold and away from the rock’s protection.
“Damn it Denika, get back here!”
As she moved out into the open she saw no one else for as far as the eyes could see. Glancing up into the trees proved to show anyone either. She sniffed the air and smelled no one but herself, Cash, and the guy from the tree. But if someone was approaching from downwind she’d not smell them. Because of this she moved the glasses to the top of her head and quickly went to the man lying on the ground.
Again she had to hurdle over one of the green seeding fences and then run across the grass. That’s when she saw the man had fallen backwards, landing on the blacktop path vs. the grass. Denika hurdled yet another seeding fence so as to get to the body on the other side.
She crouched down and touched his neck. His pulse was slow and he was injured but it looked like he’d live, thank goddess. Quickly she realized how many lamp posts were in the area. With a curse or two she lifted the huge man to a sitting position against the fence, which he leaned against with his side.
As she finished she noticed a couple, holding hands, walking towards them. Damn it! They must’ve come from the bathrooms by the playground. Still in a squat she slipped her gun behind him and turned so her front faced them, relying on the glamour spell on her swords to work. Denika looked up at the couple with a smile. “He can’t hold his liquor even at his weight! He’ll be embarrassed tomorrow!” She laughed.
The gentleman semi-offered to help her; meaning he offered but yet he didn’t take even one step closer or let go of his girl’s hand—typical human New Yorker. Denika declined saying her friends were on their way so he was quick to say that was great and scuttle off towards West Drive. She twisted back to look at the man, more specifically at his leg and began to curse again as she grabbed her gun; this wasn’t the target.
“Looking for me?”
She spun about. There sat a man, on the green bench, looking very relaxed; leg crossed over the other like her dad use to do, his right arm draped along the back of the bench and a gun in his left hand directly pointed at her head. This man had an injured leg. This was our guy. Problem was he now wore a full coverage black mask with mesh over the mouth and eyes that you couldn’t see through from her side. She could see no features to support their informant’s claims. Quickly she glanced about for humans. But that couple must’ve been one of the last idiot humans in the park after one in the morning. The park was bare.
“Drop your gun,” his deep voice said. It sounded like it was being modified by something in his mask.
“You first,” she said with a smile. He pulled the hammer back on the gun and she cussed under her breath, dropping hers to the ground.
“Kick it away.”
Instead she stood up. It was a better tactical advantage. “Who do you work for?”
He laughed. “Kick it!”
“Fine fine—” Denika said and kicked her gun across the path into the dirt of the kickball diamond. He motioned for her to raise her hands so she did. She figured if she could keep him talking the rest of her team would be here in moments and they’d take him down. “You know, your friend here isn’t fatally wounded, you can still take him and go. You kill me and you’ll have the whole West Side Pack after your ass.”
“I wouldn’t bet on that,” his distorted voice said.
“Why? Who do you work for? I’ll pay you double what they are! We can make a deal!”
He coughed out a laugh and then said, “You talk a lot.”
“Tell me about it!” a voice said from behind the mystery man. It was Cash. He’d somehow gotten enough strength in his leg to totter out into the open, like the fool he is.
Two shots rang out as Cash fired upon her attacker. The man moved like lightning and was up and dodging in seconds. His first move saved him from the first bullet but the second on hit him in the shoulder. He fired upon Cash, who ducked behind the tree our sniper had fallen out of.
The man started to run towards Central Park West. The minute he got there he’d snag a cab and they’d lose him. Denika knew they couldn’t let that happen. She stooped to pick up her gun when another shot rang out. She heard Cash yell out her name but as she stood up she felt a bullet go through her chest and then another rake across the left side of her head and she went down.
“Denika!” Cash yelled. Suddenly she could see his face above hers. “It’s just a grazing on your head—hang in there—I can hear Marlen coming with the team.” He touched his throat. “Mayday, Alpha down,” he choked out, his voice catching. “Alpha has been hit—Marlen get your ass the fuck over here now! Path by the kickball field.”
“Shit. On my way. Hang on!” Came Marlen’s voice in their ear pieces.
She could feel blood on her face and a warm sensation at her back that told her blood was pooling out under her onto the blacktop. She coughed and tasted blood. She reached up to grab Cash’s glasses from the top of her head. “I didn’t break them this time.”
Denika knew she must be seeing things since it looked like tears were forming in Cash’s eyes. He took the shakes from her.
“You crazy woman, I don’t care about the—”
She coughed again and the pain began to hit her and she started to silently scream, her body curling in on itself.
“Hang in there Denika—just hang on!” He took her hands for her to squeeze, which she did until it all went dark.
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