Drum Roll Please: MURDER IN BLACK and WHITE BY N. L. QUATRANO

The most beautiful thing we can experience is mysterious.
~Beth Fantaskey

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Point and Shoot Series: Book One Point and Shoot Series: Book One

Family and friends are aware that this novel seeing publication is nothing short of a miracle. It has been through more iterations than the Oxford Dictionary, though it is considerably less wordy than that, I promise. Like most authors, my list of thanks is a long and humble one. Being a finalist in multiple national contests and then winning a category award for the finished but unpublished manuscript in 2010 – the Royal Palm Literary Award – I knew that the book was finally worthy of publication.

Despite the fact that mainstream agents are still tolling the death knoll for all things mystery, including the intrepid private eyes, we’re convinced around here that that just ain’t so!

ON AUGUST 27, 2015, MURDER IN BLACK AND WHITE will hit the Kindle, KOBO and Amazon bookshelves. Kindle and Kobo pre-orders can be placed RIGHT NOW, and will be delivered in the…

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I WILL BURN

Opal Alexandria

I WILL BURN

They say don’t burn bridges you may have to cross later.

I don’t mind swimming if the bridge was fucked to begin with.

~Author

THE POINT 2015

Apologies in advance – my life is not always this X-rated. But I got this bullshit going down, and hear me now – I just ain’t having it.

And I blog out to you – you know, me being a writer. I rather enjoy living life out loud – and sharing my experiences in, points of verse – and chapters.

For me, I have laid down so many times – especially over this douche. There ain’t no choices left in the situation, so – I’m coming up swinging.

And here at The Point, we parade crazy around. And every now and again – a girl has to tap that “ghetto” side. Cause we got haters to the left, haters to…

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THE GREATEST BATTLE

Opal Alexandria

THE GREATEST BATTLE

I’m on a quest to claim absolute victory on every front.

~Charlie Sheen

 

THE POINT 2015

You know what I love so far about my day…? I’m feeling some sweet, sweet – victory. In a world gone all kinds of seedy and greedy – right along with grimy, obscene and gritty.

I find myself loose at the lip – often letting shit – rip. Sometimes, laughing about myself, knowing full well – ALL about, myself. So, I start speaking some, freak – my keys strike hot while I leak. The words appear in blisters as I bleed them. I let those firestorms ignite – I let those days of junkie past heat my spirit.

All those “once upon a times…” scene by scene, they fly through my mind. Then all my rhyme, and all my reasons why. Every single reason why I had to leave it.

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“I believe a Power greater than myself chose me to recover, yet I do not know why.”

~Cornerstone of Recovery

My mama, way back in 1975 or 1976 – took me to “town” and that was the – Lima Town Square… we had a girls day – I was her only daughter, and we were surrounded by boys.

She got my ears pierced… we went and bought new shoes, I got my first pair of clogs – and got our hair cut… mine was a “pixie” hair-cut – I had never had my hair cut – in my whole life – and it was ALL cut off… I watch my daddies cheese, slid right off his cracker when we walked through the door on our return home.

ANYWAY! My daughters were never allowed to cut their hair either… Like, ever…

Found this from some time ago – digging through some old stuff. Thought you might enjoy it – some food for thought.

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It seems that during the Vietnam War special forces in the war department had sent undercover experts to comb American Indian Reservations looking for talented scouts, for tough young men trained to move stealthily through rough terrain. They were especially looking for men with outstanding, almost supernatural, tracking abilities. Before being approached, these carefully selected men were extensively documented as experts in tracking and survival.

With the usual enticements, the well proven smooth phrases used to enroll new recruits, some of these Indian trackers were then enlisted. Once enlisted, an amazing thing happened. Whatever talents and skills they had possessed on the reservation seemed to mysteriously disappear, as recruit after recruit failed to perform as expected in the field.

Serious causalities and failures of performance led the government to contract expensive testing of these recruits, and this is what was found.

When questioned about their failure to perform as expected, the older recruits replied consistently that when they received their required military haircuts, they could no longer ‘sense’ the enemy, they could no longer access a ‘sixth sense’, their ‘intuition’ no longer was reliable, they couldn’t ‘read’ subtle signs as well or access subtle extrasensory information.

So the testing institute recruited more Indian trackers, let them keep their long hair, and tested them in multiple areas. Then they would pair two men together who had received the same scores on all the tests. They would let one man in the pair keep his hair long, and gave the other man a military haircut. Then the two men retook the tests.

Time after time the man with long hair kept making high scores. Time after time, the man with the short hair failed the tests in which he had previously scored high scores.