Tuesday, June 6, 2017

The Trap!

Travis Hite - Reader's Challenge

The greatest alchemist in all the lands
A room that does not exist
A game of chess
A poisoned tea set

Oberan moved through his lab as if there were a clear path. To any other guest, the room looked almost impassible. There were tables with burners, beakers, tubing and other necessary items for alchemy. The far wall held the components he needed. He had done so much work for others until a month ago. The young mage eyed the wall of components then referenced his list. A month ago, Oberan had found reference to the possibility of opening a portal to a room no other could enter. He wanted to access this room for his research documents, unique potions and dangerous elements. It would add to his already overfilled labatory and let him protect his most valuable finds and property. Despite a mage by birth, alchemy was his great love.

He had been making extracts all week. You could not make extracts too far in advance as their properties faded over time. Some lasted only a week or two. The last extract he needed to make was from cat eyes. Oberan scoured the shelves. He had harvested all the parts of a cat about two month's ago. The problem was there were a number of elements starting with C was rather extensive. Finally, he found the jar with the two cat's eyes. He moved back to his current work station, side stepping boxes and tables as he went.

He placed the eyes into the boiling liquid. He had a been warned that there was a trap to the room. He had also found notes of the need for a gift. The young man had purchased an intricate tea set lined with gold for its purpose. He was so close to finishing. The elements were now all purchased. Some had been hard to find and a good half of his store of silver and gold coins had been given to the cause.

Once the liquid had boiled for some time, the remaining contents had condensed down. He carefully decanted the liquid to separate it from the now shriveled eyeballs. The mage placed the vial of hot liquid next to a row of other such vials and beakers.

He set the cauldron on the larger burner he had created after the concept of the updraft stoves. He fed the small opening with shortened branches that he had started calling pegs. He was ready. Everything was ready.

The first thing he placed in was the hot liquid. He needed a liquid base to begin and it was already heated. Oberan then added the crushed bones of a long dead human.  He stirred the mixture slowly, being sure the powder was properly disbursed and dissolved.  Slowly he added the water of boiled animal fur. He had been careful to get different areas of fur to ensure an extension of the potion's potency.  The alchemist looked at the notes he had taken down, then added the crushed diamond.  It was hard to create diamond dust and he had only managed to break down a little for the needs of the potion.

He rolled out the mixture of corn starch charcoal and chalk creating a bowl of the liquid.  Once the cauldron boiled for an hour with occasional careful stirring, he decanted the liquid into the powdered mixture.  He used his hands to create what appeared to be a sort of paste like substance.  As he worked he repeated the ancient words he had found.  When the spell had been completed, he pressed the substance into the molds he had created.  Now, at last after hours of work, he could sleep.

The next morning Oberan rose with excitement. He prepared the tea set.  It was both a gift and a trap; All but one cup was lined with a poison.  He smoothed down his robes carefully.  He had chosen split robes so that if he needed to battle, he could do so. The Mage turned alchemist carried the gold lined set to the wall he had prepared. It was part of the reason his lab was such a mess.  He needed a blank wall.  He went back to his table and popped the prepared concoction out of its mold, it now appeared as a stick of chalk in his hand. 

Swooping up his staff, he returned to the wall. He smiled with delight as he drew the doorway.  Reciting the ancient words of activation, the spell came alive.  The rectangle shimmered with magical energy. He pocketed the chalk and took up the tea set.  After a long deep breath, he stepped through.

He looked about quickly as the room shimmered into view.  It was a huge room, but it was not empty. One end of it had a rich office area.  One wall was lined with shelves of curiosities and treasures. The other end held a lab with all the equipment he could ever need. The last wall held a huge library. Oberan set the tea set down before a fireplace, squared off in the center of the wall and close to where he entered.  There was a trap.  He knew that, but what was it?  He carefully explored the room, but found no trap that was revealed in his studies.  The room was so well contained that one could live here for sometime as long as food was brought in.

He trailed the line of books; there were titles long lost to the world of modern mages.  He could spend hours just reading if he chose.  His eyes lit up at the four long shelves of titles referencing Alchemy. As he reached for a tome, a voice startled him.

"Finding what you seek?" 

Oberan spun, magic drawing from the well within him.  Before him was an elderly man, hair long and silver.  He was leaning on a staff; for defense or aid standing was unclear.  He had a strange look on his face.

"I apologize for intruding.  My research did not tell me the room would be occupied."  Oberan stuck out an arm, palm facing the gentleman and gave a slight bow.

The man shuffled to the fireplace and lowered himself into a chair.  As he did so, Oberan took the time to examine him.  He was dressed in pants and tunic, both in black. He had a long sweeping cloak that trailed behind him.  Oddly, it held little dust or wear.

Yes, I was not informed when I first found the room.  I see you have brought tea, let us sit for awhile and speak."  The man beckoned him over.  "My name is Viduus."

Viduus ... as in the god of death... Viduus."  Oberan sat down laying his staff beside is chair.  

Viduus gave a smirk.  "Yes, but I am not a deity.  I was named after the legend of one."

Oberan let out a slight sigh of relief.  "I am Oberan Manu, alchemist of the great royal city of Golgetha.  It is my pleasure to meet you."  He carefully laid out the tea cups. He filled two and handed the one without poison to the old man.  How could he poison such a welcoming host?

"I see, like the legends tell, you have brought a gift.  This set is quite beautiful." Viduus reached for the cup nearest him.  "Yet have you prepared for the trap, I wonder."  He blew softly on the steaming tea.

"So there is a trap?"  Oberan picked up his teacup holding it in his hand.   He had not planned for this man and therefore, while somewhat resistant to the poison his cup held, he dared not drink very much.

"Oh yes, Oberan, you are in it."  Viduus stared into the cup as if lost in a memory.

"You obviously escaped it." Oberan pointed out. 

"You would think so, yes?"  Viduus looked up at Oberan.  "I have not yet managed to escape." He noted Oberan was not drinking.  "Something wrong with your tea?"

Oberan's eyes darted to the teacup.  "Oh no, I am letting it cool."  He set the cup down and leaned forward, hands moving to his knees.  "You don't seem trapped, after all you entered just as I did."

"I entered as you did over one thousand years ago.  Now the door is obvious to me wherever I need it.  You see, within the room, time does not move."  Viduus reached over and took up Oberan's teacup and set his own in its place."

"I wouldn't drink that!" Oberan said suddenly. "It is poisoned."

"Ah, a true gift then.  I can only thank you for your preparations."  Viduus took a long drink. "Well done.  I can not discern the elixer used.  The tea is fragrant and well prepared.  All that would have made it better is a touch of honey."

Oberan stared at the man as he quickly fished his belt for the antidote. 

Viduus smiled with understanding and put up his hand. "I will not need the elixir.  This trap is yours and I bequeath it to  you with great relief.  I am so tired.  Let us play a game of chess while I wait for you elixir to send me to the gods."

Viduus reached down under the table and took a chess board already prepared and set it on the table.  "It will be good to play one more match with a person of flesh and blood." 

Oberan was very confused as he looked about. He was missing something, but he could not discern it.  Why had Viduus drank the poison and refused an antidote?  Why did he want to play a game of chess while it took effect?  He decided to concede to the older man's wishes since he seemed to have chosen to die.

"Smoke before fire, it is your move first.  After each of your moves,  you may ask me one question.  When I pass or when the game is over, the room is yours." Viduus stated cheerfully.

Oberan did not excell at chess, but he was willing to try to give the man his dying wish.  He moved his Queen's Knight out to stand in front of her.  He looked up and thought about his question.

"Why are you eager to die?" Oberan asked.

"Easy, over a thousand years is a long time to live.  I think I have done everything a man might ever wish to do." Viduus smiled and moved his Queen's pawn forward two.

Oberan considered the board carefully, at the same time, considering questions as well.   He moved his Queen's pawn one forward. "Why have you waited till now to end your life?"

Viduus stared at the pieces.  "You cannot end your life till someone has entered the trap with you.  You are the first to have the skill to enter since I too fell victim." He also placed his Queen's knight, but his was before his bishop.

"So I am in the trap now, interesting as I do not feel trapped."  Oberan looked about them.  He moved his King's pawn up two.  "Does this trap cause harm?"

Viduus looked up at him sadly.  "Yes and No.  No physical pain will come to you, however, you will watch those that gain your love live and die as long as you are trapped."

"That seems likely only if you spend a great deal of time in the room that is apart from time."  Oberan was now starting to see edges of this trap, but surely you could just enter only briefly therefore live only slightly longer than those around you.  He moved his King's pawn forward two.  "Why did you spend so much time in the room?"

Viduus looked up.  His eyes were slowly turning red around the pupils, the first sign the poison was taking hold.  "I could not stand the outside world for long periods of time. It felt safer in here." The older man moved his Queen's bishop's pawn forward one.

That had to be the clue he needed.  Oberan moved his King's Bishop's pawn forward two.  He was running out of time; soon Viduus would not be able to move. "Why could you not stand the outside world?"  

Viduus shakily moved the Queen's bishop forward to stand before his King.  "I could see time.  It was so swift.. so fluid.  While I could make it swifter for some, I could not slow it for any."  

See time.  Surely this was an analogy?  How did one see time?  He moved his King's Knight behind the Bishop's pawn.  "How does one see time?" Oberan asked.

"It is a part of the trap.  Everywhere you look, you will see time. When you leave this room, you will understand."  Viduus hand shook violently as he toppled his King.  "You win and lose Oberan.  I hope you have prepared yourself to face what must come."  Viduus looked up at Oberan.  "One.... last.. Thing.  Don't touch those.... you … love."  The man toppled forward scattering chess pieces about the floor around them.

Oberan sat back and drank from the unpoisoned teacup.  He had more questions but had ran out of time.  What did the old man mean ... seeing time? He decided the only way to know was to go outside the room and see if anything had changed. Where before he had a shimmering portal, now there was an actual door.  He left the man where he had fallen.  Time did not move inside the room, so he had time to dispose of the body.  He stepped back into his lab.  Now there was a door in the wall where before it had only been a portal.  The spell had worked.  The room was his.

He stepped out into the actual shop.  He had closed for the day so as to not be disturbed.  He made his way to the window and looked out at those passing by the shop.  He stood staring with his mouth open.  He could see the heart of every man and woman as if it were exposed.  These hearts had differing levels of a dark red within them.  Some were full, especially most of the children.  Some were barely colored and the heart looked gray and sickly.  What did it mean?

He unlocked the door and stepped out into the street.  Locking it behind him, he began to stroll the boardwalk.  There was no human or animal around him that did not have this strange heart throbbing before him. He could hear the faint murmur of one hundred hearts beating a whispering rhythm.  He moved down the street in amazement.  As he passed the tavern, the barkeep through out an old drunk.  The man struggled to get to his feet; his heart gray and withered.  Oberan reached down to help the man.  The drunk collapsed back to the ground and the heart stopped. Oberan stood and stared then looked at his hand.  Had he done that?

He decided to test it again. He looked throughout the city for one with such a dying heart. Finally, he came across an old crone, selling flowers from where she sat at the wall.  Oberan tossed a couple of coins into her can and as she handed him the flowers, he let his fingers slide across hers. The crone slowly fell sideways and the heart ceased to beat.  It faded from view as he stood looking.

He let the flowers fall from his hand as he swiftly made his way back to the shop.  He quickly moved inside and relocked the door with shaking hands.   He turned and leaned back against it staring into space.  He felt the trap click shut as Viduus last words came crashing down around him. 

"Don't touch those that you love..."

Friday, April 21, 2017

Spring Fling Hop! Win one of 77 Gift Cards.

Join me on Facebook April 21-24 for the Spring Fling Mega Gift Card Facebook Hop. You can enter to win a gift card from every author on the hop! 77 gift cards ranging in value from $5 to $50 are up for grabs, so mark your calendar and make my FB page your first stop on the hop. http://facebook.com/dragonsgeas Mine has a chance for a free audio of Pseudo-Dragon

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Sunday, April 2, 2017

Spring Fling Giveaway

We're Treating Readers to a Spring Fling! with a Mega Gift Card Giveaway April 2-24 and Facebook Hop April 21-24

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Saturday, March 25, 2017

Work, Relax - A Needed Concept in an Author

It is amazing to watch others write.  Some write for the money, some for non-fiction as it is a constant source of income and I might do some of this if I ever cannot teach.  Some write for fame - but don't want the work it takes to achieve fame.  And some, write like I do, because the story bubbles behind the self conscious, teasing and creating anxiety until you write it down.  My brain sees things and goes - that would make a good story, hears things and goes - that will make a good story, feel things and goes... well you get the idea.

I cannot refrain from writing. If I am not writing, I am role playing which is just another kind of writing, but you don't know where the end will be.   I am also a pantzer - this means I don't outline. I am all about characters and well, they tell the story.

However, I do have a mentor that I strive to model my routines after - Ray Bradbury.  This amazing author wrote 1000 words no matter what and many of them never reached but a few in the public eye. Regardless, he wrote.  For those of you that like writing novels, that is a new rough draft every 120 days.  As an independent writer, the long tail effect begins to ebb after about 180 days.  So if you want to stay viable, you have to write daily and read daily.

Tuesday, March 21, 2017

Livewrite: Ferryman of the Damned

Anonymous submission
place where I was born
Mud puddles

The sound of pelting rain, it never failed to fall when it was most unwelcome. Curt tugged up his collar of his jacket in a gruff manner. Giving a heavy sigh, he ran through the streets of the coastal city of Davenport. The streets barren of anyone living that didn’t have to be out in the pouring rain, soon he would be out of this mess and back to his ship. The new goods had come so quickly from the seller, his crew had hardly set foot onto land before they were wanting to shove off again.

 His thoughts yanked back as he misstepped and sank ankle deep in mud. Falling forward, his right arm came into contact with another puddle as the mud oozed through his fingers. With a growl, Curt wrenched free his arm and foot. The rain making it no easy task and further soaking his clothing.

 “Great, juuuust great.” muttering as he shook off the muck. The squishing of his boot sounded just above the din of the rain falling. Home after warm home and inn he passed, tempting him with a place to hole up until this mess of wind and rain was over. But, duty called and he wasn’t getting paid to sit comfortably on his ass in a warm hut. After rounding yet another switchback in the streets, the port was in view, his ship, Mari Toth, bobbed in the waves.

Image result for public domain sargo sailing ship

A smirk crossed his face once he got closer to the warf inns and saloons. The sound of revelry whispered like a siren’s call. He could imagine his men trading slips and tokens for drinks and the touch of soft pleasures, oh how he desired that. A gust of wind whipped surf into his face as he looked up. One of the crew was looking over a soaked manifest near the ship. His expression sour, Curt knew instantly that this was not a job he wanted to be taking.  His crew were standing around with large eyes and the ship was strangely quiet enough to hear the small harbor ripples hit the side of the massive ship.

Sunday, March 12, 2017

Monsters in the Stars

Antiquated social orders gathered the stars of the night sky into groups of stars, a practice related to stargazing, the most established of the regular sciences. Confirmation of cosmology can be discovered everywhere throughout the world, including China (around 1300 BC), Mesopotamia (around 1200 BC), Mesoamerica (between 3000 BC and 1200 BC), Egypt (around 3000 BC), and India (around 300 BC). Greek, and later Medieval European, space science acquired the Mesopotamian framework and built up its own special framework something like 400 BC.

Groups of stars regularly memorialize essential occasions, generally of a mythic sort, such a large number of heavenly bodies exposed the names of saints or creatures or divinities. These mythical beasts and serpents have gotten themselves celebrated in the night sky; thus, monsters are among the stars.

Tuesday, March 7, 2017

Truly Alone - Live Write

Rafael Cerqueira

1. Immortal man, middle aged in appearance, jaded in nature.
2. The crumbling burial site of a loved one from millennia ago.
3. Human race has ended by it's own hand. The land is a barren, rocky wasteland in most directions.
4. Wind up music box. The kind with the spinning ballerina on top.

Ballerina found on Deviant ART - Page was no longer available

Adam made his way through the old burial ground. It was overrun and most of the stones were so weathered they were decaying or at least unreadable.  However, when you have made the trek for a millennia, your feet know where you are going even though the eyes might have deceived.  He was not sure why he still came other than it seemed the one thing that tied him to his humanity.

Adam wasn't sure why he was alive.  Somehow, when the disease spread rapidly through the population of North America, he had come out the other side of it.  But he had come out different, he didn't seem to have aged a day since he got up off that sick bed.

Saturday, March 4, 2017

Free and Reduced E-book Sale!

Read an E-Book Week - March 5 through March 11th

The first week in March is always "Read an E-Book Week" on Smashwords.

I have two books in the selection for 50% off!

Outcast - a past top 10 Amazon Best Seller in Coming of Age
Once Upon a... Wait! - Top Seller in Children's Dragon Books

Find them both here: https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/Dragonsgeas

Here is a little more detail about the week's activities and where to find the full catalog.


Saturday, February 25, 2017

2nd Readers' Challenge

So I just completed Wizardry Dayz in Sandy, Utah.  Inspired by my interactions at the conference, I am relaunching challenge writes.

The first challenge writes that were completed are being made into an anthology.  I really have a love of interaction with my audience and the first set where a blast.  The original idea came from a good friend from the book -A Wizard of Dreams (Myrddin's Heir Book 1) -by Robin Chambers- Link: http://amzn.com/B00CKKHFCO . The idea is actually in the next book in his series, but you should read the first one... well first.

 Wahlah.... Readers's Challenge

Tuesday, February 21, 2017

Dragons Geas Weekly News

Friday, February 17, 2017

Necessary Items for a Dragonologist's Laboratory

As dragonologists go, Dr. Earnest Drake is the primary authority.  In fact, The Society of Enlightened Dragonologists was to build on Dr. Drake's work and carry on his research.   Today, we are going to cover the necessary items for a dragonologist's laboratory.

Please note as we begin this exploration of required equipment, that we are speaking of already deceased dragons.  There are so few dragons left in the world today that it is important that they are not killed for harvesting of parts. Animals should never be harvested for supposed cures and trophies. Most of these alleged cures are nothing more than hype and falsehoods.

 As far as the laboratory itself, the normal equipment is indicated and only one special tool is needed.  The most useful will be the pestle and mortar, as making potions and elixirs from dragon components and herbs is useful in experimentation.  A good Microscope is also needed.  A diamond drill is the one thing I would recommend as a special tool.  Dragons differing anatomy and parts are very hard and difficult to pierce.

Sunday, February 12, 2017

Sensing Nature - A Live Write

Linda Shelton - Reader's Challenge
For this one, I am going to take a storybook approach. 

Meribelle sat down by the brook to enjoy the peace of the morning.  Life had been busy lately as the princess was to be crowned queen in just a few days.  Everyone hurried about here and there in the elven glade.

Being more aligned with nature than most elves, she would sneak away to this quiet little spot as often as she could.   You see, elves like to talk.  They like to talk so much that sometimes she wondered if they ever listened.  

"Beatrice, I have brought you a carrot," she called out.  She pulled the carrot from her bag and set it on the ground beside her.  Beatrice was a rabbit that she had met when it was still a baby bunny.  The rabbit would often sit by her in silence.  A companion that didn't need to talk to remain a friend. 


Friday, February 3, 2017

What if Here is Really There? - A Live Write!

Linda Thompson's Challenge

1. An unwanted girl
2. A small village next to a continuous high wall [it divides the land, Here and There]
3. Finding a tunnel
4. A talking Book

For those that are new to my blog, I issued the readers of The Dragons' Geas blog a challenge to see if they could stump me in story creation.  They have taken longer than intended to write due to a struggle with metastasized colon cancer.  However, I am still working on them and will issue a new challenge when they are all done. Some are better than others and as these are live writes, are not edited.  Here is Linda Thompson's challenge

Mila ran her fingers over the gray coarse wall.  It had been there for generations and whenever she asked about it, she was told the wall is to keep there from here. It was an answer that didn't answer anything and in fact, made her want to ask more questions. She did know not to climb it.  She had seen a boy climb it once, he had been shot by the men in the village and fell over the wall to there.  No one ever heard from him again.  

Tuesday, January 31, 2017

Fallen Tiers Cover Reveal

 Becky Hunt is doing my final cover for the series and this is our draft reveal.  She wants to make adjustments but this is the basic idea of the cover with maybe some small adjustments.  I thought you all would want to see since you have been waiting so long.  It shows I am making progress. As soon as it is in the window, I will be launching pre-sales on both Smashwords and Kindle.  This just means you don't miss the release and get it a day ahead of everyone else.  I hope you love the cover.  Feel free to give Becky and I feedback.  If the change is demonstrative, I will post the next version when it is in its final form.

Monday, January 30, 2017

Sunday, January 29, 2017

Anxiety of Readers Waiting for Fallen Tiers

Hi all,
So... where is Fallen Tiers?  I know it is my most asked question.  It has been a hard year in my cancer fight.  However, it will be going out July 1, major edits have been required do to chemo brain and the length before it is going to be available.  Chemo and creativity don’t mix.  While I know the story’s frame, those intricate details are what makes the story really flow.  It will be up for presale as soon as I get the cover.

More after the jump...

Saturday, January 28, 2017

The Blackguard - An Excellent Reader Review

This review was amazing.  I hope you will help me share it and if you have time, hit like on the Amazon page - The Blackguard  Thank you Mr. Kenyon.

Stuart Kenyon on January 28, 2017
Format: Kindle Edition

Having read a fair amount of fantasy books over the last few months, I can confidently say that BLACKGUARD ranks highly amongst its peers. My only regret is that I didn't read the preceding episodes in the THE BLUE DRAGON'S GEAS series. Of course, I can remedy this and will do so at the first opportunity, because this is storytelling of a high standard. Reading other reviews, I see that others have pointed to grammatical concerns, but these do not detract from the overall experience.

To me, world-building is always crucial in any speculative fiction. Author Ms Matthynssens has constructed an complex, beguiling universe, one which I plan to explore more closely. Our protagonist, Alador, finds himself in a heartless world where the strong prosper and the weak are destroyed. If he is to survive and prosper, he must learn new skills, and quickly. I'm a sucker for underdogs, so I loved Alador's personal story. Also, I'm a big fan of political intrigue, and this novel is replete with Machiavellian schemes and dastardly enemies. The plot is intricate, the characterisation astute; there are no real weaknesses. Pacing is perfect, and although this book is close to 500 pages, it read quickly; the pages turned themselves.

If you're into imaginative fantasy with fantastical creatures, dragons and intrigue, THE BLACKGUARD is the book for you. Judging by the plethora of positive reviews garnered by the other episodes in the series, Ms Matthynssens has created a world of Tolkien-esque proportions, with thousands of pages of fantasy excellence on offer. Based on this novel, I recommend you give THE BLUE DRAGON GEAS series a try.

Friday, January 27, 2017

If I Told You, Would You Listen

by Cheryl Matthynssens — This is saved here for the book I am writing after finale is completed.

If I told you would you listen? 
If our eyes met would you turn and walk away?
Would you pretend you didn't hear me?
Would you forget that we were friends until that day 

If I told you would you listen? 
I just pretend to be so strong. 
I can't really be the center, the pillar, 
the one you counted on. 

Tuesday, January 24, 2017

The First Falling

Bobby Rufener

Impressionable Priestess
Clearing in a forest
Investigating strange chanting
Black Feather Quill

Aniata smiled over at Luck as he playfully dug at a rabbit hole. It was rather amusing to watch the dog dig three or four times then bury his nose back into the hole to see if he was any closer to whatever it was driving him to dig.  She looked down at her notes with a sigh. The Matron had insisted that she copy the precepts ten times to give to new acolytes.  She was fairly certain that Morana's true purpose was to drive them forever into her brain.  The woman was a hard task master.

Monday, January 23, 2017

Recent Books That Have Caught My Eye

Shift by Madison Dunn. $8.99 from Smashwords.com

I'm not sure why it happens, but when I focus just right, I can slow time. Things around me become lighter somehow, and I almost feel the tiny particles of energy spinning inside of them. The thing is, having the ability to transform the world around you isn't all it's cracked up to be -- especially when you are running from the Valencia without any deodorant.


Celebrity Authors’ Secrets - The World’s Greatest Living Authors Reveal How They Sell Millions of Books by Stephanie Hale. $12.99 from Smashwords.com

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It is time for Robby and Abigail to return to Dragon World and begin their role as full members of the community. But things go badly wrong from the moment they leave the cave with their dragons. The Missing Link is book two of the Dragon World series.

Tuesday, January 17, 2017

Live Write - Just Once

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Turkey Leg in Question

James Child
1. A titan of a man with good intentions, but a sour attitude.
2. In a market place
3. Watching someone bolt from a stand with a valuable thing.
4. While he's eating a big turkey leg.

The melody of the market goers combined with the amazing scents rising from various stands brought a smile to Gorun's face.  He loved coming into town even though he only came a couple times a month to deliver fresh fruits and vegetables according to seasons, butchered meats and baked good his wife, Alana would bake up the day before he planned the trek.

Wednesday, January 4, 2017

Cancer Fight, the True Mole in My Life!

Well here we are again!

Journal entry by Cheryl Matthynssens

I had hoped my days of needing to have an outlet and to write here were over.  My Oncologist told me today that it will never be "over".  He had hoped that I would have more time cancer free then four months, but it just wasn't to be.  My cancer is anchored throughout my body.  It does not appear it will go into remission.  The best hope I have now is to continue to play whack-a-mole with it.

Somewhat expecting this, my oncologist had been monitoring me closely so that the moment it reared its ugly head, we would attack it.  Right now, the tumors are small and they are in my lungs.  One lung has a fair sized nodule of about 1/2 inch and the other one looks like a piece of moss, weaving in and out air passages or the blood veins.  I couldn't tell which.  Because it is in both lungs, it is considered inoperable.  Now that it has shown up in multiple organs, it is unlikely I will achieve remission.