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Friday, November 23, 2007
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Gaze of Stone- first three chapters
Current mood:  amused
Category: Writing and Poetry
GAZE OF STONE By: Thomas Sturgeon Jr. Chapter Zero- Prologue-
Present Day-
"We've just came to the right place at the right fucking time! This place is crumbling apart, and I sure as hell ain't gonna stay in this place too long, or we're all going to die with it collapsing on us!" said Alex Clubberson, who was a treasure hunter and owner of multiple businesses in North America.
"Why are we here hunting for this relic anyway? It's just a myth!" said Gary Whitener as he stumbled across the rocks of the falling architecture.
"You have no clue of what the myth of Medussa, the gorgon could relate to real life, did you know the gorgons were the keys to open the doors to the present, future and even the past?" said Alex as he poured water on his face.
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Alex had finally gotten the relic, the statue of the falling colliseum, where the warriors were turned into stone without mercy.
"We've finally made it, didn't we?" asked Fred Stillwater.
"Yes, we did!" exclaimed Alex happily.
Fred walked with Alex, "I feel like fucking right now, what'd you think about getting the women!"
"That would've been great, but I've got to get to America, with this relic. You horny bastard!" Alex said grinning at Fred.
Fred laughed and said, "It's your loss, pussy for me and none for you." still laughing while he walked.
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Gary loaded his pistol and the last thought that went his mind was, 'What the hell did I just do?!' then the shot echoed, while the blood and the brains splattered on the walls. His wife, Annie came through to scream in sheer horror.
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Annie then had called Alex and said, crying on the phone, "Gary....Gary killed himself tonight. What.....what was he doing the last time that you seen and talked to him, was he depressed?!"
Alex then had broke down and cried, "He was like my best friend, he was serious about a couple of things, like moving and......" Alex then had taken a cigarette and litted it.
"Serious......serious about what? Moving a relic, he doesn't usually get depressed about his job. Can you please tell me about the relic that you've found in Greece?" she was still sobbing
Alex then had pulled himself together, "Yeah, it's a statue of a Medussa, that we've found and the rest is confidential. I cannot tell you much more than I've already proceeded."
"A greek monster, you've got to be kidding me?!"
Alex then had hung up the phone and said to himself, "This will be for you Gary! The whole success was because of you in the first place, without your insight, we couldn't have managed." Alex still sobbed and he didn't pick up the phone that night because Annie was calling him every five minutes, he knew that she was a journalists and an investigator for the F.B.I..
He took himself a walk and took a bus through the European landscape. He had pushed on with his days, and tried to grip on success as long as he possibly could.
Chapter One:
Birmingham, Alabama- F.B.I. of Alabama
` March 14th, 2007 - 10:00 A.M.
(1)
"It's been about a year later when my husband had done suicide. He had shot himself in the head because of the work that he was doing." Annie said.
"What kind of work was your husband doing when he had died? Do you have any hit leads on a Alex Clubberson?" asked her boss, Mr. Devin Wrightson.
"He was an archeologist. And yes I do have the leads on him, I do believe that he was connected to my husbands suicide, I want the job, I want the file and track down Alex before he makes people believe in him, he's a con artist!"
The room was silent, as she noticed Mr. Wrightson writing, she then asked, "What is this? I'm very certain that if I do not catch him in time, that more people will die!" Annie spattered with tears coming down her face, "My husband deserved better!"
"Yes, he did, that's why I'm going to give you the lead on Alex, he's in uptown New York, find him at all means. He's found a very dangerous.....object. That I cannot say and more. Find him and arrest him before it's too late." Devin Wrightson said, he was an African- American with a good heart. He was a detective with the Birmingham Police Department, with leads that go way back to 1936. To murders that go back to that time.
"Now you are dismissed. Remember, bring him here so that we can question him. Don't forget your files." he said smiling, as he gave them to her.
She had read through the files and accepted them, and thanked Mr. Wrightson and left. 'Was he possibly talking about the Medussa relic that Alex was talking about several weeks ago? She wondered as she went out of the building to her Toyota truck, which was orange.
To Be Continued:
Dedicated To: Steven Cooper, my cousin
Attn: Publishers, Editors, and Readers-
I'm still working on this book, it's a novel- Hopefully to be published by end of 2008 or 2009, please, if you are interested in my latest or all of my endeavors- please write to me at-
Thomas Sturgeon Jr.
514 West Fort Street
Chatsworth, GA. 30705
Publishers or Editors, if you're interested- please notify me by myspace.com or writing to my address.
Thanks,
Thomas Sturgeon Jr.
Please become fans, suscribe to my blog and comment-
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Wednesday, November 21, 2007
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Puppet Strings
Current mood:  thankful
Category: Writing and Poetry
Puppet Strings
Useless, when things are awful
Playing with your heart, angered
Pleasing to them, that they control you
Easing off from everything that comes and goes
Teasing you about who you are
Stringing you, to never get to go where you want
Toughness is needed, if you want to survive
Rough days up ahead, like other days
In the midst of things to come
Now after through all of that Hell
Good things start to happen
Strings, now I'm off on my own
Thomas Allen Sturgeon Jr. Copyright ©2007 Thomas Allen Sturgeon Jr.
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Saturday, June 23, 2007
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The Remembering Mind By: Thomas Sturgeon Jr.
The Remembering Mind
Handing me a shot at the opportunities that are bound to be there
Even though I do not remember things at first, I'll remember it eventually
Remembering my father for who he was
Even though I will get to be the victor in the longest bridges possible
Mentioning to me for he who lived his life the hard way
Eventually the past will come and bite me viciously someday
Mourning for the losses in my family is difficult enough, even though I still cry
Best for me to be leaving because of my deepest emotional dwellings
Escalating to a brighter future, to fulfill my destiny
Resting up on the porch, I still believe that God is going to help me through this
I'm going to be successful for He will lead me to the roads of life
Nobody can stop me from the enjoyments in my life
Going to be the one who will be as successful as the next person
My intellect will lead me to the tasks at hand
In my own mind, this is what I believe in, I believe in God!
Nobody has seen what my life was like, and nobody ever will
Defeated when I'm depressed, but when I would like to be a success like this
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Saturday, April 28, 2007
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Blue Jackal
Current mood:  creative
Category: Writing and Poetry
Blue Jackal By: Thomas Sturgeon Jr.
"Hey, give that back!" shouted eighteen-year-old Sandra Blue. She was getting angrier and angrier, as the whole class had made fun of her, she had firs asked nicely, but the other girl just ignored her. She had wanted her Stephen King novel back, it was called, "Cell".
The girl then had smirked and ripped a few pages out at a time, then she had throwned it down, that was when Sandra had punched the other girl in the nose. Blood had dripped out, the girl that was bullying Sandra was Lee Amanda Strong.
Lee then had screamed out, "Bitch!" then had punched Sandra in the stomach, it was a girl fight all-together.
"Stop that!" interveined Mr. Duemen, as he seperated the girls, he had then said to Sandra, calmly, "Go to Mrs. Watertreed's office office right now! Sandra!" Mrs. Watertreed was the principal of the school of Richlewer High School. The school was in Georgia.
"Sandra's blond hair, her blue eyes stared right into Mrs. Watertreed's focused eyes. When Mrs. Watertreed said, "You now have out-of-school suspension for the fight that you started today. Your parent's have came to pick you up! You are not better than anybody else."
Sandra then had snapped at the principal when her parents had came in through the door, "I may not be, or live better. But I do deserve better than this shit!"
"Watch your fucking mouth!" said her father, Mr. Wendel Blue.
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Her parents didn't speak to her the whole time, that they was driving her home.
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When she had read her witch craft book, she had casted the spell of, "The Blue Jackal" to come and haunt her enemies.
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Lee was out with her boyfriend, Derek Youngest, as they were dancing at their prom. The lights suddenly went out, went pitch dark. Everybody there had heard the doors slam shut.
The Blue Jackal suddenly appeared to everyone and shrieked out the words:
"If we have to come back, we will haunt everybody until you are dead. Be Sandra's friend or we will lift a curse upon this school!
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Next two weeks:
When Sandra came back, everybody had stared, and feared her. They had suddenly tried to talk to her.
She then had thought: 'Who's laughing now?!'
The End
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Friday, April 27, 2007
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Werewolf Poem
Current mood: creative
Werewolf Poem
By: Thomas Sturgeon Jr.
Werewolf Poem
Entire night, when the full moon is up and everything seems normal
Reaching out for you, the werewolf will tear out your intestines
Even if you run, you will not escape from it's clutches
Wolve's howling at the moon, as you see the person change from human to werewolf!
Often your heart beats a thousand times before you die
Loving the carnage, the werewolf licks your blood and howls for victory
Fearing the worst, you are bitten and feel sickened on the next full-moon
Pity me, for I am the werewolf
On nights that have the full-moon, somebody must die
Even though I thought it mustn't be so
My bite is so much far worse than the other wolves
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Thursday, April 26, 2007
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Decayful Syndome
Current mood:  accomplished
Category: Writing and Poetry
"Everybody's decaying, I swear it's a disease or something!" screamed out Matthew Dilm who was running, he has seen everybody that was dear to him rot right in front of him, in front of his eyes.
The people were decaying, it had scared him to death, he now felt like he was the last of all humanity. He didn't know what to think, nor do something about it.
Tears came down from his eyes, as he thought about his wife and daughter, he was about forty-five years old. His family, he had seen his wife die right in front of, she had decayed to the bone, he didn't know where his daughter was, but he did care. Was she at her college? Or was she dead?
Matthew;s mind soared as he concealed, he was depressed.
"Boom! Boom!"" two helicopters exploed, , the people that were in their vehicles still were driving, while their skin was miserably decaying. More cars, trucks and any other vehicles that were on the roads now, were crashing into each other. The smell was awful.
Matthew now walked on the roads, llooking for a car, when he found a van, a Dodge. It was blue, the keys were still intact. He had taken advantage of it and then he drve off, he then had seen orange misty gases in the sky.
He tried the radio, when he had gotten out of North Carolina, and into several ongoing states. He then had taken a look at his hands, they were bleeding!!
They were decaying, "Oh shit!" he had then looked in the rearview mirror. He saw....half of his face missing, it was a skull.
He freaked out, he had then turned on the radio station and the caster had repeated these words:
"Decayful Syndrome! Decayful Syndome! Decayful Syndrome!"
He had suddenly wrecked into an ongoing big rig, flame's had scorched his skin and bone's.
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He gasped for breath, and realized it was all a bad nightmare. His wife was asleep, sleeping right next to him.
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The phone had rang early that morning, "Hey Daddy, this is Rebecca, I know that you've dreamed that awful dream again."
He then had laughed, with relief.
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Sunday, April 22, 2007
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My Challenges
Current mood: accomplished
1.Decide: Publishing Obstacle 2. List the Solutions.
A. No money to buy printing supplies.
B.Desk.
C. Social Security- I have my own life to take care of.
3. List the Solutions:
A. Get a part/ Full-time job to pay for the ink, also the desk and paper.
B. Get publishers attention, and other people who might be interested to see my book published.
Editrs, writers, etc.
When I complete it, send it to different publishers, and wait and see.
Advantag es / Disadvantages
Part-time job/ Full-time
- making more money / Hurt feelings
-paying for supplies / SSI cut off little at a time (I'm disabled some)
Advantages / Disadvantages
-Getting published / Rejection slips
-Girlfriends / Rejection from girls
C. Submit as many stories as possible - / Rejection slips
-get more publishers attention / -Wasted time
Choose Solutions:
1. Get a Full-time job somewhere.
2. Try like Hell to get published
Resources:
1. Writers Hadbook/ Writer's Market - or Internet- or Myspace ( When I get a job to pay for a writer's market 2007.
2. ARG , or other temp services-(Already done)
3. Loving my mother.
4. Trying to find a girlfriend -(right now I'm looking)
My Challenges
7 step program
Publishers: If you're interested, please write to me:
at:
Thomas Sturgeon Jr.
514 West Fort Street
Chatsworth, GA. 30705
Any girls that's interested in me, please feel free to message me on myspace.com-you must be 18 and older.
Sincerely,
Thomas Sturgeon Jr.
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Deep Thoughts
Current mood: creative
Category: Romance and Relationships
Deep Thoughts
Even when I think about what's happened in the past, can I forgive?
Evenings that I've cried wondering if I'll ever find happiness and love
Pressure holding up to me, depression settling in, gotta find a way
Thoughts about trying to find girlfriends and hang out with them
Hurting from what other girls did in the past, I can't help but wonder sometimes
Ongoing pains in my heart, will I ever find anybody that will love me for who I am
Urgent to be a success, so that it would be better for me
Going to find the right one someday, and get married too
Hearing that I'm going to be getting a job that pays very good
Thoughts race as I enjoy thinking about the possible relationships that may soon follow
So that when I do find her, and she may love me for who I am, and those are my deep thoughts
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Saturday, April 21, 2007
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never
Current mood: amused
never had a real girlfriend, never had a good real date, I want to enjoy myself with someone that will love me for who I am,
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Monday, April 16, 2007
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Zombie Wrath: Book One: Massacre- First Two Chapters
Current mood: creative
Category: Writing and Poetry
Part One:
Massacre:
(1)
"It's crazy out in this world of madness and chaos. First, let me introduce myself, my name is Thomas Blue, I'm twenty-five and I'm a writer, but this is going to startle you, there is zombie's out in this world, if you look close enough. And with other thing's that go bump in the night."
"I've been alive a couple of days after it started, it had began on November 17th, 2007. The zombie's...their just wandering thoughtless, but their hunger is for the warm blooded flesh, from the people, us!"
"It all began in a big city of Mathox, Georgia. After the big festival. The people were all celebrating, then..." and then, "it happened, I don't really know what the real reason was, and I didn't dare think of the tradegie's that soon followed. The chaos happened for hours on end."
"But now all that has happened, I can't really explain, the why's or even the 'if's' of that night. Or even the forthcoming nights that soon followed. The whole U.S. of A is now under attack by the zombie's. It's now a dead place to be at. Dammit! I wish everything was back to normal!"
Thomas's mind then wandered off, as he couldn't stop the memories from coming back to him. Over and over again.
Chapter One:
(1)
Realmn Asylum, November 17th, 2007- Downtown Mathox, Georgia
"Craig, come get yor medicine! Will you?" asked the nurse, her name was Patty Silvers, her hair was black, and her eyes were blue, bulge-like.
Craig had gotten up from the chair, he had just taken a shower along with the other men in that institution. It was awful bing in this place.
"I don't want to be here. But all I did was make a mistake, that's all! Over some slut whore, who didn't give a damn about me! All I did was call 911 on myself. And boom, I'm down here in this...this shit hole for a few weeks!"
Patty just laughed along with the other nurses and doctor's who had just made a joke. Then Patty had a serious look on her face, she had said right then and there, "Just take the medicine Mr. Overton. We don't need another pathetic episode tonight like we did on Tuesday. Do we?" she asked.
"No, but I....feel tha it's much more than the sleep that I need from the medicine. I just have a very bad feeling...."
Once more, Patty had that serious look in her eyes. He then had done as she had told him. He had taken the Abilify and dranked it with fresh water. Cold water.
Nobody was in the waiting room, watching the movies on the VCR/DVD player combo set, which had made him happy to put on a much more serious horror flick called, 'Evil Dead 2: Dead by Dawn'. He was watching the movie rather from going to the cramped ass room to go to sleep. On a mattress with several people who might've been much more crazier than he was. Then a woman of thirty-eight came to him, who was a drughead and said, or rather hissed at him, "I don't like those kind of movies. I think that they are retarded. And dumb, just like you are !"
Craig then just said, "You're just a bitch who's been druged up, probably for the most of the part of your life. You're no better than I am!" he started walking away when the alarm's went off. He had then looked at the time, it was 8:45 pm, but he also wondered what was going on around here?
"Oh my God!" the 38-year-old woman whose name was Rebecca Gardner, stood there as the room was filled with darkness, and red and blue lights. Everybody had gotten out of the room's and just stared at each other. Very little of them had talked. Of course, because most of their brains were fried from the drug's, that they had taken, or because they were borned handicapped, either way it wasn't great to stay here.
To be continued in my full novel:
Zombie Wrath: Book One: Massacre-2007 or 2008
Attn Publishers
Please write to me at:
Thomas Sturgeon Jr.
514 West Fort Street
Chatsworth, Georgia, 30705
I'm interested in Dorchester Publishing to do my novel,
it will also contain my short story collection called, "Red Carnival"
That's to all of the publishers and editors on myspace.com and to the public.
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