Haunted Restaurant: Part 2 (“I haunt” Series)
A ghost hunting night in a fin de siècle palazzo flipped luxury restaurant reveals eerie staff and a basement dark mirror capturing unidentified oddities and personages from a novel, Darxination.
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Haunted Restaurant: Part 1 (“I haunt” Series)
A ghost hunting night in a fin de siècle palazzo flipped luxury restaurant reveals eerie staff, baffling ghosts in my novel Darxination, and a spooky dark-crystal mirror in the basement.
Ghost Touch: A ghost created my authentic personage
Ghost touch. Not on your screen, but on your skin. While writing a scene, I gatecrashed my deceased aunt’s soul and summoned a spooky chill from an unworldly north pole.
Village night. SOIL II
Soon, it got into Mim’s head that commuting was wearing her out. Waking before daybreak and the infernal prospect of missing the return bus and not chancing on a four-wheeled…
TERRA-PY (From Darxination, Chapter 9)
Fragrances weighed heavier as they walked, hand in hand, along dormant gardens in these Elysian Fields on Terra. Es-terra, Marcus thought. “Estera,” he said and renewed his embrace, still harder. She cemented in him. Now, that was terra-py.
Oriental glow in Darxination
They left Oriental Glow in late twilight. The warm embrace of faint rose fragrances lulling about wove oriental dreams. Marcus’ glinting pupils envisioned the evening’s mysterious denouement.
Female Nudes in Darxination: A Pinterestic Novel
Her nude slouching, thighs thick, eyelids shut, Carola embodies Klimt’s symbol, ha. Paul says goodnight and departs, leaving her nude mute on the settee. Of all painted nudes, Danaë waiting.
Dark Side of the Moon in Darxination
Carola was bathing in a dark lake on the moon. A saxophone was playing to her cold ears from earth, a sweet male voice. “Us, us, us, us, us…” It sounded a lullaby chanted to her occult egos. “Them, them, them, them, them…” They hid on the dark side of the moon, her anti-egos. How despicably maddening.
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