Excerpt. Tales of a Half Shell

Tales of a Half Shell
White, Mary C
ISBN 13: 978-1-897381-41-0
Paperback; perfect bound; 5.5 x 8.5

Sample Excerpt, © Rain Publishing Inc.


CHAPTER ONE

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Dear Friends,

Hey gang… here we go with chapter one, my tales have just begun….

Here’s a tale that will make you quiver, as deep in your soul you shall shiver.

Don’t freeze please he is still out there.

Unfortunately this poor soul is condemned forever.

Kiss, Kiss…..



Murtle

The sun was just coming up over my castle’s rooftop. I could imagine how its colors of red, orange, and yellow would dance against my windowpanes, had they not been encased by shutters outside and red velvet curtains inside. My mind envisioned how its hues would fill the horizon and shimmer off an ocean’s wave dancing in an iridescent pattern. Its brightness would bring morning and the warmth would invade the cold chill of my castle walls; a chill I loved to revel in. Soon I would have to flee. It was like this every day, over and over again. Once my enemy replaced my love the moon, I had to retreat quickly. Hidden in this mighty castle I am “unlived”. I am but a prisoner of lustful desire, made to heed the call of another.

I have not always been like this. Once I loved it when daylight woke up the world. I worshipped the sun, basking in its warmth, allowing its rays to colour my skin in a rich honey colored tan. My brunette hair shone glazed with auburn highlights, courtesy of its glow.

I looked like a goddess, and felt like one. My 38-24-36 silhouette stood magnificently on my long shapely legs. My blue eyes sparkled, attracting men with their flirtatious twinkle. My moist pink lined lips were inviting, their shape well defined and enticing. I knew how to enhance all my attributes and did so without shame. I dated only the richest and most handsome men.

I would sit on the beach in a yellow string bikini, its color showing off my tan, picking my mark. I wanted for nothing. I was an heiress, for me money was no object. I had no parents. I came and went as I pleased. I stayed in the best of hotels, drove the best cars, and wore only the finest clothing and jewelry. Escorted to the best of places, I lived life to the fullest. In my eyes, I was the belle of the ball.

I met a man; he captured my heart and soul. I worshipped him, I saw him every night and thought of him every day. I am not allowed to tell you his name, for it is whatever he wants it to be.

How can I explain what he did to me? I am still his love, still his desire. I am also lost.

He was handsome, his raven colored hair enhanced by his bronzed skin. His dark eyes held me in their gaze, enraptured me, lured me into his heart. He showered me in jewels and furs. He made sure my room was filled daily with the finest of roses. He took me to the best restaurants and plays every night, before finally inviting me to his home. His home was a castle on the mountaintop above {“my beach”.} Its furnishings and ambiance made me feel like a queen.

Under the starlit sky of his courtyard we embraced. Music began to play a sweet romantic melody. I could see no orchestra or hi-fi; it seemed to drift from nowhere. Joined in dance, his passion filled my soul. I could feel his manhood harden against my pulsating body. Entwined in the heat of passion he raised me up in a whirlwind spin. He was lifting me higher and higher into the air. Beneath the moon he claimed me as his own.

Surprisingly, instead of the fires of passion, I felt the coldness of ice. My body was frozen. The blood in my veins was chilling, yet it filled me with an ecstasy I will never forget. I was enchanted.

Gliding back to earth, he lifted me and carried me inside. Looking into his eyes I felt secure in his arms. I was laid on a soft bed of coldness. My fingers began to roam and I grasped something moist. My god, it was a clump of dirt. Where was I?

He held me in his eyes, my reflection invisible in his stare. He spoke as I listened, shocked by the words that bound me to this castle:

{“You are my wife of ice. Your treatment of man and material things has joined you to me. I have taken your life. You will walk the halls of my castle only at night. You will come to me whenever I call. The ice water in your veins will nourish me. You are now lady of this castle. Don’t worry, you won’t be alone for long, there are many others like you in this world”}

Before he left he whispered :{ [“Beware, you can no longer bathe in the sunlight for its rays are now fatal to you. Live for the night, for the day will boil you away. As soon as you feel the first warning of warmth run to your bed and hide.”]

Goodnight “Ice Queen”……….