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‘The Day After’ now available as a Kindle download!

I’ve been neglecting to announce this for months. Forgive me, readers, especially if you own a Kindle.

Cover Art by Zach Hayden

The Day After, a short story collection that includes my story “Suicide Soldier” (a companion piece to Pandora’s Box), is now available on Amazon.com as a Kindle download for $1.99. This is thanks to my friend, fellow writer, and fellow contributor Nick Hayden.

Natalya is an American mom and wife with a Russian name working as a spy for the Brazilian government in a Midwest American town. Balancing dual identities is dangerous–and sometimes comical–especially when her husband hasn’t a clue.

Morana is on a suicide mission to transmit a bestial virus to her enemies when she encounters a smalltown family with the potential to break through her boundaries of hatred. But in the end, will it make a difference, or is it too late for redemption?

Peter, a photojournalist, returns home late to meet his newborn son…but just in time to rescue his family from a national zombie infestation. As they travel toward safer ground, trying to maintain a modicum of normalcy, Peter has the urge to document the disaster, but at what price?

Jacob is trapped in an endless maze of a house that appears to have no exits to the outside world except for a noose in his bedroom. He meets a mysterious stranger in the darkness and discovers pieces of letters he doesn’t remember writing. Who knows how long he’s been there? The noose is tightening.

Four stories, four writers, four genres…one connecting thread. What happens when the main focus of your life is stripped and all that’s left is the day after?

You can buy it for your Kindle here.

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My brother creates artwork for ‘Wrestling’

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I’m proud to announce that once again my brother Jarod Marchand has created an illustration for one of my stories. This time it was for “Wrestling,” which is about a down-on-his-luck small-time pro wrestler is assailed by a mysterious opponent after a match. Here’s Jarod’s artwork:

Artwork by Jarod Marchand

He takes some creative license, I admit. The wrestler’s opponent wears a hoodie in the story, while Jarod makes it look like a cloak. Other than that, it’s more or less what happens in the story. I don’t mind Jarod’s changes. It showcases his unique style and flair for drama.

You can read the story here.

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The Best of NaPoWriMo 2012

I’ve gone through the poems I wrote for NaPoWriMo (National Poetry Writing Month) last month, editing them and selecting the ones I consider the best of the lot. These will be added to the poetry section of the “Nathan’s Works” section of this website. So, without further adieu, here are the best of NaPoWriMo:

Fall
Funeral
So Far Away
Lamentations of a Robot Overlord
My Love, Our Crucible
Surgery
Farewell
Haiku 1 & Haiku 2
Writer’s Block
Waiting For Winter’s End
Slander
Haiku 3 & Haiku 4
Run
Warzone
Nonsense
Broken Wings
Avengers Assemble
Fortress of Solitude
Finding the Right Dance Partner

Which one(s) was (were) your favorite(s)? Were there any I left out that you think I should include? Why?

Poetry

NaPoWriMo, Day 30: “Finding the Right Dance Partner”

Yes, I know I didn’t write or post this final poem on April 30. Unfortunately, life happened. I was unable to find time to write. However, I did make good on my promise to write a sonnet, albeit two days late.

This sonnet was inspired by one of my favorite scenes from Captain America: The First Avenger (one of my favorite movies). In it, skinny Steve Rogers is riding in a taxi with Agent Peggy Carter, his love interest. Steve confessed he didn’t know how to talk to women, especially since girls didn’t want to “dance with a guy they might step on.” “You don’t know how to dance?” Peggy asked, surprised. Steve went on to say he had decided to wait. “For what?” asked Peggy. “The right partner,” answered Steve. That scene stuck with me because I feel much the same way as Steve. (Note: I tried to find this scene on YouTube, but to no avail).

So, without further adieu, here is my first sonnet. (Honestly, I don’t think it’s that good, but you be the judge).

Finding the Right Dance Partner

The music played, summoning the dancers to the floor.
I, gulping and sweating, joined the crowds
And watched the lovely girls grab the hands of the men they adored
To sway and jive and spin, their heads in the clouds.
To one of the few partner-less girls I walked,
But she passed me to dance with another man.
I offered my hand to a second girl for a dance, but she balked.
One girl danced a few steps with me, but then she ran.
Abandoned, I was left with a clumsy girl,
Who, smiling always, tripped as she danced alone.
I offered her my hand, saying, “Shall we give this a whirl?”
But in my heart I feared this decision I’d later bemoan.
The smiling Beauty took my hand, and I was surprised to see
We danced better together and most gracefully.

Poetry

NaPoWriMo, Day 29: “Fortress of Solitude”

This poem was inspired by the Fortress of Solitude, the “home away from home” Superman has in Antarctica. While that was the inspiration, not every line in the poem applies to the place.

Be sure to come back tomorrow for the final day of National Poetry Writing Month because I will write a type of poem I’ve never written before–a sonnet!

For now, enjoy today’s poem.

Fortress of Solitude

I retreat to a hiding place
Away from the world’s demands, others’ judgments, my problems.
Here, I savor the tales of heroes,
Wishing I was one of them.
Here, I am free to be me
When none understand who I am.
Here, I commune with my Father,
Hoping to find the strength to face the day.
It is my Fortress of Solitude:
A lonely stronghold protected by cold walls.
The door is unlocked—
I would welcome any who enter,
And share my dwelling with them,
So it may be a home and not a house of seclusion.
Yet few accept my invitation and none stay,
Leaving me alone in hallowed and hollow halls.

Poetry

NaPoWriMo, Day 28: “Escape”

This poem was inspired by my recent reading of the Book of Job in the Bible, specifically the titular character’s speeches. It’s a bit depressing, but it’s also honest (much like Job himself).

Escape

Job is my kindred,
For few understand my sorrow:
The pain of a righteous sufferer.
Injustice crushes me unopposed,
I am criticized or ignored by “comforters,”
Slander and lies poison my friendships,
Leaving my life to rot in mediocrity.
Oh, that I could shed this mortal coil,
And be with my LORD in Paradise!
My bones are weary despite my youth,
My heart leaden from despair.
If death is my only relief
And Eternity my only vindication,
Then let me escape this Purgatory—
Take me now that my suffering may end.
Or else grant me justice—
Cut out my naysayers’ tongues,
Restore me, bless me, heal me
Before I am swallowed by the Pit.

Poetry

NaPoWriMo, Day 27: “Avengers Assemble”

I totally “nerded out” with this one. With Marvel’s The Avengers opening next week (which will be one of the big movies for me this year), I decided to write a poem the superhero team. It was loosely inspired by the theme song for the Avengers cartoon airing on Disney XD: “Fight as One” by Bad City. I only have stanzas for three characters, but I may write some for the others later. Enjoy!

Avengers Assemble

There came a day unlike any other
When heroes united against a mighty foe.
In battle, each became a brother,
Fighting ‘til the enemy’s dealt the final blow.

Soldier, captain, a man out of time:
He wears Old Glory and wields the shield.
His is America’s spirit in her prime.
To no enemy will he yield.

Genius, billionaire, philanthropist:
An “invincible” knight seeking fame and redemption.
Though regarded by many as a narcissist,
His armor is strong and his loyalty without question.

Son of Odin, prince of Asgard, god of thunder:
He rides the lightning, clutching mighty Mjolnir.
Raising his hammer, he fills the sky with deadly wonder.
Evildoers who challenge him have their hearts melt in fear.

So now the battle has begun.
Together, they are strong.
Assembled, they fight as one,
Avenging Earth against all who do wrong.

Poetry

NaPoWriMo, Day 26: “Broken Wings”

This poem was initially inspired by an eagle statue sitting atop my bookshelf. Enjoy.

Broken Wings

Once, the eagle soared in the clouds,
Until a hunter’s bullet wounded his wings.
He waits for healing so that he may fly
And once again embrace the sky.
Now, his flight is marked with pain.
Flapping his wings is agony.
He does it in desperation without joy,
Wounding himself more.
So, he hides in his nest away from the hunters
And waits for his broken wings to mend.

Poetry

NaPoWriMo, Day 25: “Nonsense”

Once again, I’ve neglected to post poem for NaPoWriMo even thought I’ve done a good job keeping to the “one poem a day” requirement. Of course, with a poem like this one, maybe I need to quit (just kidding). This is a product of frustration, tiredness, writer’s block, and a deadline. It came about late at night while I was wracking my brain trying to come up with a new poem. This…random verse is the product of that. (This should tell you where my mind goes when I get tired). It’s appropriately titled…

Nonsense

A mind is a terrible thing to lose,
Especially when listening to robots sing the blues.
I need a poem for NaPoWriMo—
But my mind is clogged, there’s no flow.
I know! Another haiku!
What am I thinking? Not a clue.
All I write is nonsense, nonsense, nonsense.
Maybe I should burn some incense.
No, then I’d think I was a walrus
Like John Lennon did, which wouldn’t be a plus.
Time to stop acting like a scatterbrain,
Agonizing over a poem—what’s there to gain?

 

Poetry

NaPoWriMo, Day 24: “Too Good to Be True”

I’d tell you what inspired this poem, but I think the end of it explains that for me. Enjoy.

Too Good to Be True

There she was,
Smiling at me like she used to.
I stood and stared, flabbergasted.
Then she embraced me with reckless abandon,
And taking my hand, said, “I’m sorry.”
I was paralyzed with joy.
She had remembered the way we were,
And by God’s grace, came back to me.
Overjoyed, I kissed her cheek.
She giggled and blushed just like I remembered.
It was too good to be true—
I awoke to loneliness and a narrow bed.
Dreams are all I have left of her.
If only I could sleep longer…