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Despite this last slight, Max didn’t quit on his old friend. He would laugh remembering the crazy promotion ideas Ellis had devised. Max would visit his grave each week and read one of E. S. Hazard’s best stories as loudly as he could. This often elicited dirty looks, but occasionally, a stranger, there for another reason, would come over and listen and sometime ask about the story being read. Max would have handouts ready with the name of the free story and where to download it from, requesting a review be written in return. Most times his tears were included, for no extra charge. As Hazard had requested in one drunken conversation the two friends had years before, the author’s name was left off the handouts. As Ellis had said at the time, he really did not want to be famous. He just wanted someone to remember his characters or one phrase he had written or just enjoy the story, hoping to divert a reader from their boring or desperate existence, being entertained for a brief moment making their day just a little more bearable. His characters and words were what was important and not the name of the unknown, no-talent writer.

A Writer's Climactic Close

R u tired of watching old men that won't do anything?See what 1 creative WOMAN can do! The Presidential Faustian Affair E.S. Hazard Can a popular President pass historic legislation or will her proposals be blocked by a determined minority? What will it take to overcome the opposition to her legislation? Will compromise guarantee success? Should she ask for help from the American people? How far would you go to obtain an historic political victory? What would you trade for something you knew the country needed but would never pass the U.S. Senate? Maybe a covert operation would work. Could you keep the secret? Can you trust the other side? Would you make a deal with the devil? Is it worth surrendering your soul? Which issue would you select to trade your life for?

Jack’s storytelling was interrupted! BOOM! Several massive explosions are heard in the distance! Air raid sirens go off! Catherine ran into the room, “Grab the children, we must go NOW!” She did not even pretend to be calm for the children, she was too upset and worried.
Loud BOOM! Sound of broken glass and the walls and floor shake as an artillery shell hits their apartment building.
Sarah and Giovanni hugged each other trying to be brave. Jack placed shoes on the children, his hands physically shaking.
“Is it the Russians?” Giovanni asked his father.
“Children let’s go! We are going to race to the stairs and then down to the basement, understand?”
Both children nodded rapidly, eager to escape the danger and the bomb blasts around them!
“Go ahead Sarah, take Giovanni, you know the way; we will be right behind you,” Jack said as he went to the kitchen to gather up prescriptions, food, and water. “Catherine, go with the children!”
“Children go on ahead I will be right behind you,” Catherine spit out hurriedly as she grabbed one stuffed animal for each child!
The children exited their apartment and traveled thirty feet toward the stairs before another explosion rocked the building knocking them off their feet. Sarah stared in horror as she looked back and she sees the building collapse taking their apartment with it, the morning sky now occupying the space where they once lived.
“Mommy!” Giovanni yelled as he started to run toward the hole in the building.
Sarah grabbed her brother, “No scaredy-cats here! We are not babies! Run for the stairs G, run!”
Giovanni ran for the stairs, his sister right behind him!
“I am going to beat you to the basement G,” Sarah said trying to distract her brother from the explosions.
“I want to wait for Mommy!” Giovanni yelled between sniffles! He wiped his nose with his right sleeve.
“We’re in a race, you want to win, don’t you?” Sarah countered.
“I want Mommy, I don’t want to run a race!” Giovanni said, stopping in his tracks, crying, tears rolling down his face like a river.
Sarah stopped and turned and faced her brother. She wanted to cry too, but she didn’t. She had to be the adult, even though she was only 3 years older than her brother. “It is okay to cry, G, if you keep moving. You trust me, don’t you?” the young girl asked.
Giovanni wiped his eyes with his sleeve and nodded, tears still rolling down his cheeks.
“Then let’s keep moving, we need to meet up with Mommy and Daddy,” she lied. “There are no babies here, right?” Sarah held out her hand,
G settled down and grabbed his sister’s hand and began to run toward the stairs. The two made it to the floor exit and started down the stairs. After three flights, another explosion rocked the building, shaking the stairs the two children were racing down! The two children can hear the sound of the floors above them collapsing, as large pieces of concrete roll down the steps toward the two frightened siblings. They hurry along just ahead of the collapsing building.
“We are not scaredy-cats!” Giovanni yelled bravely as he gripped his sister’s hand even tighter!
The two children reach the bottom of the stairs and go out into hall. Another missile exploded just outside their building, the sound of tanks rolling down the street can be heard. Flames cut off the children’s exit. Sarah runs to a first-floor apartment trying the door. She is able to open it and the two siblings hide inside as the tanks pass outside. The smoke is getting thicker. BOOM! Smoke and dust fill the apartment from another explosion, this time inside the apartment, gas from a broken pipe had detonated. Fire is around the children. Giovanni hugged his sister, but she did not reciprocate. He shook his sister, “Sarah, where do we go now?”
Sarah’s eyes were closed, her head was bleeding, blood running down her face. A piece of shrapnel had sheared the top of her skull clean off. She fell to the floor. Her burden as an adult was over.
Giovanni, stared at her lifeless body, “SARAH NO!” He hugged his sister crying. “Mommy, I need you!” The fire was spreading in the apartment, the fire growing in intensity and burning closer to the helpless little boy! Explosions are heard as a tank entered the building crushing the debris in the hallway, the tank was heading for the apartment where Giovanni was inside crying! “There are no babies here!” Giovanni cried out. He was all alone now. “Samantha Downright Simple, please save me!” the frightened boy called out in desperation! The fire was getting closer, near enough to burn the tender skin of a child. He hugged his lifeless sister’s body and buried his head in her chest. The four-year boy with nowhere to run and no one left to help him, cried and begged one last time for his mother! “I want my Mommy!”

Too Exciting for Bedtime: A Heroes’ and Victims’ Story

“Conniver was just like all tyrannical despots, they lack the imagination to consider that people would fight for all they are worth to be free and have a chance to raise a family in peace and laugh as they see their children enjoying themselves at some silly theme park rather than living in fear of being sent to some gulag in some terrible uninhabitable spot on the planet where they were forced to suffer until they died! Kareles Conniver received the fate she would gladly give to others without a second thought, so she reaped what she sowed!” Spellcaster finally finished
Minerva and the Irreversible Allegiance Curse

Spellcaster exploded, “I do not have time for a group of pompous political hacks to rubber stamp my work! I can see the future and you can NOT! You know what happened the last time I came to ask permission, Earth’s date to join the Alliance was set back 158 years. Do you wish to make it 10,000 years?”

“So, this is your defense, a smile on a Volatileling’s face? Have you lost your mind?” Lead Member of the Galactic Inspiration Society (GIS) Cosmic Wisdom asked.
“You said that it was important that the Earthlings or Volatilelings did not kill each other or their planet. You said that this was extremely important. So why do I have to go through these accusatory questions each and every time I bail out Earth and the Galaxy? After all of my successes, you still question my methods. I stand on my past record. You need to trust me when I say there was no other way,” Spellcaster Foreshadow replied. She then quickly added, “Storm clouds are already overhead, the Tornado is on the ground, who will be left alive? Are they the fortunate individuals that were spared by the grace of God or were the people that died really the lucky ones who were rescued from the calamity to come? Will there still be a United States of America, or will it be the Uninhabitable States of America? If you don’t believe me, ask Great Seer Cassandra Foreshadow, she will tell you how perilous things on Earth really are!”
Silence filled the room as the members considered the Great Seer’s grave warning. Spellcaster knew that this was just a lull before the inevitable tempest. She held her breath waiting for one member’s anger to explode.
“You know the rules! You are supposed to ask for permission! When we allowed you to join the Milky Way Galaxy Multi-Planet Alliance in an undercover assignment, we set specific rules for you to follow. It is against our oath to intercede in other’s affairs. This was a special case. And you agreed to this, didn’t you, Spellcaster Foreshadow?”
“There was no time. And I waited to the last second and minimized those who saw me. I needed to make sure my efforts were not in vain. Karen Caliberbarrel needed a push, or millions would have died, and Earth would be strategically lost to us. It cannot fall into enemy hands! The results would be catastrophic! Caliberbarrel’s great great granddaughter is the most significant Earthling since Gandhi.”
“You did this on purpose! Whatever happened to stating your case and asking for your course of action to be approved by the Council BEFORE you act?”
Spellcaster exploded, “I do not have time for a group of pompous political hacks to rubber stamp my work! I can see the future and you can NOT! You know what happened the last time I came to ask permission, Earth’s date to join the Alliance was set back 158 years. Do you wish to make it 10,000 years?”
Superheroine Spellcaster Foreshadow

“C,mon now, you were late on purpose, it gave you an excuse to hold and kiss my hand. I cannot believe you would stoop to something so low.”
“And still your smile betrays you. You are flattered… and pleased.”

She was met by a man with hypnotizing eyes and an addicting smile. She immediately felt at ease, as if all her burdens were lifted from her heart and mind. She sensed power, not malevolent but on the contrary, steady confident power that makes you feel safe enough to fall asleep knowing you would wake up later in a better condition than when you had closed your eyes.
This man took Spellcaster’s burnt hand in his and lowered his head to meet it and kissed her wound while never leaving her gaze. Eye to eye the two smiled at each other oblivious of everything and everyone else.
“Giovanni Ensorcell at your service. Welcome to the year 2080, Great Seer Spellcaster Foreshadow,” a soft voice spoke, no, sang was more accurate.
“C,mon now, you were late on purpose, it gave you an excuse to hold and kiss my hand. I cannot believe you would stoop to something so low.”
“And still your smile betrays you. You are flattered… and pleased.”
Spellcaster studied the male smiling at her. An ancient protective sense kicked in and she quickly withdrew her hand. “I have what I needed.” She said bluntly, looking down her nose at the arrogant male she knew was trouble. The newspaper she sought shot into her hand, and she disappeared as quickly as she had appeared.
Superheroine Spellcaster Foreshadow

She chanted the spell three more times, hoping it would be three times stronger and would protect her from the dangerous force she was about to unleash. Fatal was not optimistic. She was afraid that even a significantly stronger spell would not be sufficient to protect her. Corruptor Conniver did not give her a choice so, she took a deep breath, closed her eyes, crossed her fingers, and then recited The Wrong Curse to Cast Curse:

Minerva and the Irreversible Allegiance Curse

Minerva returned to the present and kissed her sister in her imagination and turned and ran from the grave crying as she went, hoping to escape the sadness and loss she suffered whenever she visited her sister’s grave! Minerva and the Irreversible Allegiance Curse

"I have to admit, I love your plan; it is truly devious, and I specialize in devious.”
“Yes Auntie, that is exactly why you are perfect for this role!” Spellcaster added. Both Great Seers eyes met as they began to laugh! Minerva and the Irreversible Allegiance Curse

A story of betrayal and the loss of a loved one. Who will be enslaved for all of eternity? Is blood really thicker than water? Can a young witch overcome the treachery of another and defeat a powerful ancient evil life-form? The survival of the Milky Way Galaxy is in the balance! Is enslavement in its future or will it be free to set its own course? Can a young teenage witch live up to her training mantra, “Great Seers transform the future outstandingly!” Book 4 of the SpellCaster Foreshadow Series.Minerva and the Irreversible Allegiance Curse