When a young street tough stabs a nonviolent door-to-door preacher, a small town urban neighborhood becomes infected by several of the most notorious criminals in the world. Continuing with the “Tales of Ybor” stories, this title contains graphic violence and street level language. While “The Godfather’s Sword” revolves around Braden Pierce, the prodigy syndicate enforcer, “Seven Deaths” introduces us to one of the few individuals who can match him in skill and execution. Gavin Hassell is an indiscriminate killer who sets his own agenda based on the highest bidder and his own private personal constitution.
Shedding off the thought of Katie Armstrong’s death as though she were a fly on the windshield…Cloud finally meets with the one person who could say she was his mother’s friend. Miranda Burnette plants a potential suspect in his mind and Cloud wastes no time in acting on her intel. When all of the answers seem to fall into place and the options become available, Cloud runs right into the wall of…”Now what?” Was the anger and resentment he felt all superficial feelings one would simply expect from him, given what he’s been through? Or is Cloud really the sinister psychopath many suspect him to be. Facing the man he believes killed his mother puts that theory to the test.
To be honest, I thought about writing a press release for this book. But I didn’t. For the past three months, I’ve focused solely on this project. While I am very proud of it… hahaha! I have other favorites. So to conclude the series to work on other developments is more than rewarding. I can’t wait!
We’re introduced to a troubled, yet perceptive young man who views himself as one who’s on the outside looking in when it comes to society. He’s cursed with an awareness towards the paranormal. His mother was murdered and the police are passing it off as a suicide. And on top of all that, he takes a chance with his peers and becomes the laughing punching bag at a bar before getting tossed out. Desolate doesn’t even begin to describe his mental state. What’s the point of even trying?
So when a dead girl shows up and makes her presence known with authority, Cloud embraces his curse. He could use a friend. And dead people can’t be much worst than the living, right?
The following is a narrative fictional piece based on factual events.
I’d never been there before. To Philippe Park. I was invited by a colleague to attend his church’s barbecue in celebration of Memorial Day. I admit that I was reluctant at first. Not due to the religion or the fact that it was going to be held at noon when I’m usually a night owl…but because of my agoraphobia. While I accept that I do have a slight case of agoraphobia, I told myself that I wouldn’t let it hold me back from such experiences. So I went.
It was a beautiful day around noon that day. The sun was up but the heat was still manageable. There was a cool breeze rustling through my white cotton button up shirt. The sky could’ve been better. The clouds seemed smeared not painted, but the distinction between the blue sky and the white clouds were distinct, so I enjoyed it nonetheless.
The National park lay on the banks of the western waters of Safety Harbor, a northern extension of Tampa Bay. While the saltwater and the rare sightings of manatees were certainly a worthy attraction of the park…in my opinion the highlight and most noticeable feature of the park are its majestic Spanish moss trees. I’m a history buff, you see…Pulling up to the parking lot and taking a look around, I could tell from the winding serpent branches that stretched out in all directions that they’ve been around for generations. It’s weird…I love historical landmarks when it comes to nature, but feel quite the opposite when it comes to manmade landmarks…like when it comes to buildings, I prefer newer constructions over the older.
Greeting my colleague and his wife at the barbecue made me laugh on the inside. When I walked up to them, already in the line for grilled burgers and hot dogs, they seemed surprised. I told them that I would be coming, but I suppose they just weren’t expecting me to show up one way or the other. Still… they embraced me and introduced me to a few bystanders within proximity whose curiosity I had peaked.
Agoraphobia…I hate that it has the suffix of phobia because I’m not afraid. Just nervous and anxious. Being that I’m well over six feet tall and at one point used to be borderline obese, I still carry the paranoia that I’m always being watched. From a spectator’s point of view, my condition is similar to a formerly abused dog in a new surrounding. My voice shuttered and I struggled to release the words that I was trying to say. As I reached for the hot dogs and hamburgers, my hands and fingers rattled as if I had Parkinson’s. Not fear… It didn’t look cute and I didn’t feel special because of it. It annoyed the hell out of me, and I had to suppress the frustrations I had with myself. But the sensation didn’t last long, thank god. Once I got myself situated, seated and relatively out of the open…I could calm down. I could focus on being sociable.
Being that it was a church function, I felt obligated to inquire into the group’s religion, their beliefs and how they came to find their way to that particular organization. My colleague caught me twice staring off in deep thought. I’m still working on handling my facial expressions because I have large eyes and it’s easy to read my mood. I didn’t mean to be rude or draw in curiosity from my perplexed look, but rather, I find it’s important to digest such information on the spot so I can ask more questions while I still have the people there in front of me.
In the end, the group won me over and I had made up my mind to check out their next service. Not sure what to expect really. But I am a religious person. And more so, I’m a philosopher. What philosopher would turn down an open invitation to learn a new system of thinking, a new theology…I can’t wait.
After sitting with my hosts for a little over half an hour, the inner child in me compelled me to get up and walk around. Such a beautiful place…People get on airplanes and travel all over the world in search for adventure. The amazing thing about Florida is that there are so many untapped places for me to explore. So explore I did.
The following work is completely fictional. Some spelling is incorrect intentionally for flavor.
“…I’m sorry what?”
“English, motherfucker! Do you speak it!” Said another officer before laughing his ass off and wandering down the hall.
“…Royes…” Det. James mumbled as a double-stream of smoke blew out of his nose. “I apologize on his behalf. The graveyard shift on a Tuesday night is boring for all the uni’s.”
I rolled my head and batted my eyelashes. My head was bangin from two white Russians and rum and these pigs was asking me every damn question in the book.
“Mmmhmm…Whatever muthafucker. Go ahead on… talkin about the graveyard duty. I got a double shift at Home Depo in four hours!” I wasn’t yelling at him. Just stessin ma point.
“Then, what were you doin at a bar on Corona Avenue?” James asked.
“That’s my business, you pale face motherfuckuh. Don’t worry about it!”
“You’re right. That is your business. So I won’t worry about it. Instead, I’ll handle mine. All right? And my business is all about figuring out what the fuck happened at the Smooth Umbrella at around 10:30pm on a goddamn weeknight.”
“So why are you asking me!?” I shouted, raising my voice to match his.
“Because you literally puked all over the hood of my Buick!” He said, squinting his eyes and moving his chair closer.
“What? You wanna a special certificate? You want a cookie for being dragged down here? You’re an adult, princess. Get your shit together and answer my goddamn questions! And let me tell you. You better drop the attitude before I run an intoxilyzer on ya ass. Toss a DUI in your lap. Yeah! Believe me, princess. That shits hard to get off your record. Mugshots all over the goddamn internet. Good luck picking up a guy who Google searches ya ass. Try me.”
Detective Patrick James. I saw from his badge that he was a senior officer and from the way he switched it up on me, I can see why. Caucasian, but he could talk like a nigga if he wanted to. Didn’t blame him. In fact, I respected it. I don’t like talking to cops or suits but James got raw on me all the sudden. Made me smile. But if he ain’t stop waving that muthafuckin pen all up in my face, they might had to be somethin.
“Tell me what happened, Michelle. Start from the beginning, alright. Tell me what you saw.” James said as he moved a Dixie cup of coffee my way.
By- Rock Kitaro Date Started: March 1st 2013 Date Finished: March 8th 2013
My Chemical Romance – “Teenagers”
Pious and good-natured college student, Aida reminisces about the day she first met the infamous leader of August the 18th, Eliza Christie. Even as children, Eliza exuded the personality of someone who would one day make men bow down before her. And while the two were initially thick as thieves, equal but opposite and joined at the hip during their waddling days, there was one incident that would scar Aida and change the way she saw her childhood friend. It was the day that Eliza released an inner demon that would go on to dictate her violent need for retaliation for the rest of her life.
Aida Jenazzo – potential cast, Ashley Rickards
“Every time I open my mouth, I taste ice. That’s how fucking cold it is.”
Now, was it necessary for her to curse? Probably not. She wasn’t foul-mouthed. She was just used to being around people who talked that way. Understandable the way it would rub off on a thirteen-year-old, an impressionable age, so we were told. Impressionable…that’s one way to put it. In retrospect, I like to think Eliza was groomed to behave the way a single father whose occupation was law enforcement would’ve wanted her to behave. Who knew she’d grow up to be one of the nation’s most notorious outlaws, or folk hero. Depending on whom you’re asking.
Back then, her father was a headstrong young detective in the world’s most dangerous police department. Being that he was a single parent and constantly on call, Eliza was entrusted to stay with my family almost every other weekend and on some school nights. My mom and her father were old friends from before I was even born, so we became like a second family to her.
I remember a time where I used to sit inside all day. My family lived in Oldsmar, the outskirts of the city away from all of the crime, fast cars and helicopters. It was a peaceful time. My older brothers, Jamie and Justin are twins and everything you’d expect from a pair of hot-blooded Italian upstarts. My little sister was the baby of the family leaving me as the middle child. So I didn’t really receive a lot of attention, nor did I ever really want it. Just give me an antique paperback book that I checked out. Or leave me alone to practice some Beethoven for the afternoon and I was in heaven. Staying out of trouble. Staying away from risks. Just happy. By myself.
Then entered Elizabeth Christie. I remember the first day I laid eyes on her. I was playing a recital in the living room…my improvised version of “Moonlight Sonata”. From my position in the living room, I saw my mom opening the front door to the detective. It was a rainy day. A foreshadow I should’ve observed. I didn’t stop playing. I just slowed down in tempo as I watched them in the foyer. After taking the girl’s raincoat, my mom pointed her out to me. And in approached a green-eyed beauty with long wavy blond hair that would provoke envy from any aspiring pageant entry. Green seemed to be a common theme with her as she was always wearing it. Either in her tops, or her skirts, or some blaring necklace, you couldn’t catch Eliza without any sort of green on her.
Even the most peaceful god-fearing men on earth have family members who are dangerous. A local machete-toting street gang learns this lesson the hard way.
In this short story, a small town urban neighborhood becomes infected by several of the most notorious criminals in the world. And it all stemmed from one young gangster who felt insulted by a middle-aged preacher speaking to him about the bible. Like the Braden Pierce side story, this story contains graphic violence and street level language. It’s not to show how good I am with choreographing fight scenes or to display how attuned I am to retribution and intimidation.
These side stories involving characters from “The Three Kings of Ybor” are written to show the depths of how well they live up to their infamous reputation. To show that in this world…some people just aren’t people. They’re fucked up individuals who stand atop of empires they’ve created, empires built by the media who makes these killers look like superstars. And as hundreds of thousands of the good hardworking individuals point at them and protest their existence, wish for their downfall… these “three kings” take it unfazed, unconcerned and without care in the world about how others think. It isn’t until someone has the audacity to step up do these kings remind them and everyone caught in the crossfire… that monsters do exist.
8:02pm – April 28th 2209
Tallahassee, Florida…The old Floridian capital still served as a distinguished municipality. Though it had its share of scars from the war, it was still a decent place to live and raise children. Tallahassee was an urban city made up of old structures, mom and pop businesses and half-assed state departments. But for the most part, it was a peaceful city where people tended to their own and kept to the confines of “things just being the way they are.” But in this world… There are just several kinds of people that you don’t want to mess with.
At a little past eight at the Thompson Medical Center in downtown Tallahassee, drama was unfolding with a family of Mexican descendents. A fifty-two year old man named Gene Sanchez had just suffered from a brutal stabbing attack and was rushed to the intensive care unit via ambulance. Sanchez’s family and friends had received word of the stabbing. They congregated in the hallways, barraging the doctors for updates and answers that the doctors just didn’t have as of yet.
In episode 1, we’re introduced to the world of Maxwell Blaz. It isn’t an easy one, and right from the get-go he’s put in a risky race through a suburban neighborhood. Consequently his skills are caught by the eyes of Mirror, the vice-head of the Bronze Tigers race team. In dealing with his friends and time-consuming sisters, Max has his hands full on Good Friday and the night hasn’t even started yet.
Episode 2 – Coming Soon
In the upcoming episode, Max begins his Friday night shift at the Pizza Shack and the fun begins. Joined with his delivery/racing buddies Eric and Robbie, a competition ensues for who can collect the most tips. Add that with the non-stop bickering between shift leaders Jon and Chris and you have your typical night working for a pizza delivery joint. Then of course there’s Mirror. Completely captivated by Max’s reckless driving skills, Mirror’s determined to see for himself if Max’s previous win was a fluke or something more…
Good news everyone!!! The first episode of my beloved “Dragon Ash” series is out.
This story is jam packed with action and choreographed fight scenes.
In this episode, we take a peak at Osaka, Japan just before the start of the Boshin War. Unbeknownst to our main characters, an incident happens that triggers a series of unfortunate events. Then we jump to 2004 where our 17 year old Tien Kaze tries his best to explain what its like to be in the struggling shoes of an Asian living in an unofficially segregated school and dealing with a pair of religiously antiquated parents.
The Stage in the Sky is about revenge, rivalry and rebellion. And out of those three, “Dragon Ash” is mostly centered around the theme of rebellion. Tien Kaze isn’t out to prove his worth, he isn’t out to overcome all odds or fight evil. He’s just a young man who wants to live life his way. Unfortunately, guilt, oppression and a series of untimely deaths bring him face to face with a reality that some paths just cannot be avoided.
Tien Kaze is an ambitious young man who has never fit in and doesn’t want to. With his Japanese-German heritage, Tien looks to the culture of ancient samurai and loathes that he was born in this present day. He daydreams of fighting on some Japanese battlefield, slaughtering thousands for his lord’s pride and honor. After an altercation with his peers and parents, Tien follows his grandfather’s advice to run away to Japan and learn Japanese swordsmanship from a real samurai.
Unbeknownst to Tien, an ancient Japanese artifact was stolen over a hundred years ago in the wake of a public assassination. Silence Yagami, the owner of a private security firm specializing in weapons development from research done on antiquities, has reason to believe Kaze’s family is in possession of it. With Silence leading her own ruthless personal conquest in retrieving the artifact, Tien has no choice but to contend with his own immaturity and face the tragic consequences of his actions.
Episode 1 – Act 1 – The Death of Sakuma Shozan – Coming Soon