Saturday, July 20, 2013
Tuesday, June 25, 2013
A funny moment with Author Lannie Wright
A funny moment with Author Lannie Wright
Tell me about the worst boss you ever had.
The worse boss I ever had was me. I can see through all my tricks when I want to be lazy.
What is the temperature when it's twice as cold as zero degrees?
Sixty-four if you convert centigrate to farenheight
How would you design a spice rack for a blind person?
Using Braile stickers
How would you describe yourself in three words?
Smart - Funny and sexy
On a scale of 1 to 10 how happy are you?
I need more numbers
What were the causes of the Civil War?
Slavery, power and greed.
What makes you angry?
Stupid questions.
What kind of people do you dislike?
People who thing they are better than others.
Who do you like best, your mom or dad?
My Mother.
Do you like Jerry or Tom?
One could not be complete without the other. It's a ying and yang kinda thing.
What video games do you play?
I don't.
What would you do when you have learnt that your boat is out of oil?
Row
What would your first thought be if you won the lottery?
Try to figure out the best way to keep others from finding out about it.
How would you react if you were transformed into a fish?
Depends on the fish.
Which super power would you like to have and why?
Flying would be cool.
If I took a look inside of your refrigerator what would I find there?
Food
How many licks does it take to get to the middle of a tootsie pop?
I did this once. The answer is 683. I never did it again.
What is it about me that makes you so drawn to me?
Your great personality as long as my wife is in the room.
You are a stellar human being Mr.Wright.
Tell me how many hats you have in your house?
Seven...two for me, and five for my wife.
If you were a t-shirt, what color would u be? Why?
Red...I want everyone to see me coming.
What is your bad quality?
I take the time to fill out stupid questionaires.
Come in. Sit down. Would you like some pepsi?
Diet Pepsi please.
What looks like half a water melon?
The other half.
“Who would win a battle between a ninja and a pirate?”
Ninja....of course
If you try 2 fail, and succeed, which have you done?
Failed.
Thank you for answering all of my weird questions. I thought I would do a few messed up and strange Author interviews. You can always count on your friends to take one for the team.
Happy writing my friend.
@lanniewright on Twitter please follow him he is awesome. He is such a good sport for playing along with my immature shenanigans.
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Sunday, April 14, 2013
Quotes from the Children of Ankh
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“In every lifetime there is a moment. A moment so clear, so
profoundly unique; that it stands out against billions of other moments.
When you find a moment such as this one, you pay extra close attention
to it. It will usually contain something that defines you in the future.
(The Children of Ankh)”
― Kim Cormack
― Kim Cormack
“There comes a time in everyones life when they discovers whether they are made of Teflon or Styrofoam.”
― Kim Cormack
― Kim Cormack
“Yes I am sure I am Super Woman now add more Spanx to the spandex in my suit please ;)”
― Kim Cormack
― Kim Cormack
“She slept a dreamless sleep free of dragons for she had slain them once again. The Children of Ankh ”
― Kim Cormack
― Kim Cormack
“I can't wait to get back to writing today so I can see what happens next
Kim Cormack”
― Kim Cormack
Kim Cormack”
― Kim Cormack
“The lights flickered, the pain went away, and her mother was
holding her, singing ‘Sleep sweet sleep’. (The Children of Ankh series)
Kim Cormack”
― Kim Cormack
― Kim Cormack
“In the woods lay a bleeding angel in all her glory. Her arms
posed gracefully above her head and her hair soaked in the mud, the
blood and feces in which she lay. Dying, fading into the other realm,
her form christened by the rain as though the trees had begun to weep
upon her in sadness for the brutality she had endured. (The Children of
Ankh series)”
― Kim Cormack
― Kim Cormack
“It’s hillbilly urine; we had better get home before they come to
eat us.” Kevin said pointing towards home proving if there was ever any
doubt that he had no acting ability at all. (The Children of Ankh
series)”
― Kim Cormack
― Kim Cormack
“Kevin was sitting on the railing waiting patiently and looking up
at the sky with his mouth agape in a totally comical way. Kayn walked
up beside him and teased, “Trying to catch flies?” (The Children of Ankh
series) Kim Cormack”
― Kim Cormack
― Kim Cormack
“Hey, I’ll have you know, that I have been going commando since my
first wedgie in grade five; once they grab for underwear, and don’t
find any, they get very afraid and back right off.” He chuckled.(The
Children of Ankh series)”
― Kim Cormack
― Kim Cormack
“I have a girlfriend, Kayn. Her name is Chloe. She just doesn’t
know it yet,” He smiled; he couldn’t help himself, he knew it irritated
her to no end. (The Children of Ankh series)”
― Kim Cormack
― Kim Cormack
“Kayn began to speak as if she were reading his obituary. “I can
see the paper now; it would read something like this; Kevin Smith was a
wonderful boy so smart and good looking but a little clumsy. Had he
simply tied up his shoes he would have never tripped down the stairs and
found himself impaled on a janitor’s broom. Remember kids; tie your
shoes; safety first.” (The Children of Ankh series)”
― Kim Cormack
― Kim Cormack
“The humming of Kayn’s blood that coursed through her veins seemed
to sing along to the steady, almost tribal, beat of her feet as they
pounded rhythmically into the dirt. A veil of earth flowed behind her;
she resembled a flaxen haired angel attempting to outrun a cloud. The
cloud of dust seemed to follow her for a moment or two longer than it
should, with not one whisper of wind in the afternoon air. (The Children
of Ankh series)”
― Kim Cormack
― Kim Cormack
“Her vision came into focus and again this time the trees crackled
and mocked her. You’re going to die you silly bitch, they seemed to
chant. They waved their branches, howling, as the wind whistled through
the trails which had suddenly grown icy cold. Kayn’s mind snapped back
to reality; she had lost a lot of blood…none of this was real. Children
of Ankh”
― Kim Cormack
― Kim Cormack
“The dark mass of her violator suddenly appeared beside her,
leaning in so close that she could smell his putrid breath, moist over
her face. Every hair on her body was standing on end. The electrical
power between Kayn and the man in the dark was like a charge. He ran a
finger over her exposed breast saying, “You were never to be born; this
situation had to be corrected.”
― Kim Cormack
― Kim Cormack
“As her vision flickered one last time, the man was gone; it was her mother looking into her eyes.
Her mother’s eyes were filled with so much love that it seemed to release her from her pain and fear as it did when she was a small child. Her mother cradled her as a baby, rocking her back and forth. She was safe now in her mother’s arms. She was at peace. Mommy, her heart sang, you’re here to save me.”
― Kim Cormack
Her mother’s eyes were filled with so much love that it seemed to release her from her pain and fear as it did when she was a small child. Her mother cradled her as a baby, rocking her back and forth. She was safe now in her mother’s arms. She was at peace. Mommy, her heart sang, you’re here to save me.”
― Kim Cormack
Tuesday, April 2, 2013
The Children of Ankh
In the
woods lay a bleeding angel in all her glory. Her arms posed gracefully above
her head and her hair soaked in the mud, blood, and feces in which she lay.
Dying, fading into the other realm, her form was christened by the rain as
though the trees had begun to weep upon her for the brutality she had endured.
There
was someone waiting in the trails. A dark presence lingered nearby waiting for
her to regain consciousness.
Kayn
awoke in frigid darkness. The pain that pulsated through her seemed to recycle
in waves until it began to slowly dull and became a tolerable numbness. She
struggled to open and focus her eyes. She could smell a familiar scent. It
smelled overpoweringly sweet, but somehow like metal. Kayn could taste the
sweet repulsive flavor of it in her mouth. It made her want to vomit.
She was
lying in mud and she felt hot stickiness behind her. She suddenly remembered
what that taste had been. It was her own blood that she could taste inside of
her mouth. Kayn could barely breathe. Shuddering, she began to remember the
brutality that she had endured. Her mind began feeding her slivers, flashes of
inhuman violence. Her mind numb and confused from blood loss clicked through
scattered memories from her childhood.
Help me, please, her
mind pleaded into the forest through the tapping sounds of the rain hitting the
branches above where she lay. They seemed to be shielding her and as her vision
came into focus she imagined the lush green branches above as giant arms. They
protected her, covering her from the elements allowing her one last peaceful
moment. They are beautiful, she
thought. Her mind wandered through mystical visions of the majestic cedar trees
alive and somehow capable of offering her protection.
The
suddenly peaceful smile on her face that had been contorted by pain signaled
his essence back to her. Her vision came into focus and again this time the
trees crackled and mocked her. You’re
going to die, you silly bitch, they seemed to chant. They waved their
branches, howling, as the wind whistled through the trails which had suddenly
grown icy cold. Kayn’s mind snapped back to reality. She had lost a lot of
blood…none of this was real.
A man
stood by that same tree whose imaginary arms had shielded her from the rain,
still waiting, veiled in mist. The change in temperature had caused the forest
floor to come alive with a dancing mist that seemed to add a thickness to the
tapping sound of the rain drops. Writhing in the mud, Kayn willed her body to
move. Her fingers clawed at the ground around her until she was spent. She lay
in stillness for a moment, feeling like a half dead animal waiting to be
finished off by its hunter. She concentrated on each breath…in and out…a little
air. She was alive. It felt like she was breathing through a straw and somebody
had pinched the end.
The
streams of light from the moon that had been dancing through the dark stormy
clouds had now disappeared, leaving only a cold dark night with no final
visions of beauty. Kayn longed for some light, but was left with only the flickering
of blurry dark images. She couldn’t see anything in the absence of light and
began to panic again, for she could feel her grasp on her life being absorbed
into the mist. I’m so scared. I don’t
want to die. Please help me, her soul sobbed. The only answer was the
crackling quiet sound of the rain.
Kayn
couldn’t see anything at all now with her vision clouded with tears, so she had
to stop herself from crying. Her head pounded with the blinding pain that had
abruptly returned. She could sense that he was still nearby watching her. His
dark shadow loomed in the distance as it had in the hallway of her house.
Please, please, no more, Kayn
begged in her mind as he came closer to her, standing a few feet away from her
now, watching with his head tilted to one side. Her heart was begging, please don’t hurt me anymore.
Kayn was
trying to wriggle but no movement came from her now. She willed herself to
grasp at the moist cold earth with her fingers. She was unable to move at all.
Now her body was nothing more than a broken shell. How cruel for her mind to
still see...to still desire life at this point. Kayn looked into his eyes and
pleaded through her mind again, why are
you doing this to me?
She was
so cold her body gave an involuntary shudder. Kayn realized then that she was
naked, completely exposed to the elements. Why was she naked? Her eyes were
full of tears again and she felt instant, almost overwhelming shame.
Kayn
could still feel the sticky heat behind her as her blood drained from her body,
soaking into the dirt. The pain in her head began to numb as the lights through
the trees began to flicker again.
The dark
mass of her violator suddenly appeared beside her, leaning in so close that she
could smell his putrid breath, moist over her face. Every hair on her body was
standing on end. The electrical power between Kayn and the man in the dark was
like a charge. He ran a finger over her exposed breast saying, “You were never
to be born. This situation had to be corrected.”
Kayn saw
his knife glint in the light from the moon. It was raised above her chest. Yes, she thought, let it be over now. She shut her eyes as the knife sliced into her
chest. Kayn opened her eyes again with acceptance. She felt no more pain. She
stared deeply into his eyes as hers filled with tears.
“From this life unto the next,” He whispered
as he slowly began to cut some kind of symbol into the skin on Kayn’s chest
above her heart. She lay limp in his arms, still conscious of what was
happening, yet free from the pain and fear now. He pulled her close to cradle
her naked body in his arms like a baby, rocking her broken, violated flesh in
his arms, stroking her blood soaked hair. He began to sob as if he were
repentant in some way for how he had tortured her.
As her
vision flickered one last time, the man was gone. It was her mother looking
into her eyes.
Her
mother’s eyes were filled with so much love that it seemed to release her from
her pain and fear as it had when she was a small child. Her mother cradled her
as a baby, rocking her back and forth. She was safe now in her mother’s arms.
She was at peace. Mommy, her heart
sang, you’re here to save me.
The
warmth of her mother’s love enveloped her tortured soul. She looked into her
mother’s eyes. She touched Kayn’s face and started to sing a song that she had
sung to her every night when she was very small.
Sleep, sweet sleep till the morning
Just dream away and close your eyes
My love you’ll be safe until the morning
Sleeping in my heart, all through the night
Although bad dreams come to scare you
My love will scare them all away
My heart
The
lights flickered, the pain went away, and her mother was holding her, singing
“Sleep, sweet sleep.”
The Beginning
Thursday, March 28, 2013
The Children of Ankh
In the
woods lay a bleeding angel in all her glory. Her arms posed gracefully above
her head and her hair soaked in the mud, blood, and feces in which she lay.
Dying, fading into the other realm, her form was christened by the rain as
though the trees had begun to weep upon her for the brutality she had endured.
There
was someone waiting in the trails. A dark presence lingered nearby waiting for
her to regain consciousness.
Kayn
awoke in frigid darkness. The pain that pulsated through her seemed to recycle
in waves until it began to slowly dull and became a tolerable numbness. She
struggled to open and focus her eyes. She could smell a familiar scent. It
smelled overpoweringly sweet, but somehow like metal. Kayn could taste the
sweet repulsive flavor of it in her mouth. It made her want to vomit.
She was
lying in mud and she felt hot stickiness behind her. She suddenly remembered
what that taste had been. It was her own blood that she could taste inside of
her mouth. Kayn could barely breathe. Shuddering, she began to remember the
brutality that she had endured. Her mind began feeding her slivers, flashes of
inhuman violence. Her mind numb and confused from blood loss clicked through
scattered memories from her childhood.
Help me, please, her
mind pleaded into the forest through the tapping sounds of the rain hitting the
branches above where she lay. They seemed to be shielding her and as her vision
came into focus she imagined the lush green branches above as giant arms. They
protected her, covering her from the elements allowing her one last peaceful
moment. They are beautiful, she
thought. Her mind wandered through mystical visions of the majestic cedar trees
alive and somehow capable of offering her protection.
The
suddenly peaceful smile on her face that had been contorted by pain signaled
his essence back to her. Her vision came into focus and again this time the
trees crackled and mocked her. You’re
going to die, you silly bitch, they seemed to chant. They waved their
branches, howling, as the wind whistled through the trails which had suddenly
grown icy cold. Kayn’s mind snapped back to reality. She had lost a lot of
blood…none of this was real.
A man
stood by that same tree whose imaginary arms had shielded her from the rain,
still waiting, veiled in mist. The change in temperature had caused the forest
floor to come alive with a dancing mist that seemed to add a thickness to the
tapping sound of the rain drops. Writhing in the mud, Kayn willed her body to
move. Her fingers clawed at the ground around her until she was spent. She lay
in stillness for a moment, feeling like a half dead animal waiting to be
finished off by its hunter. She concentrated on each breath…in and out…a little
air. She was alive. It felt like she was breathing through a straw and somebody
had pinched the end.
The
streams of light from the moon that had been dancing through the dark stormy
clouds had now disappeared, leaving only a cold dark night with no final
visions of beauty. Kayn longed for some light, but was left with only the flickering
of blurry dark images. She couldn’t see anything in the absence of light and
began to panic again, for she could feel her grasp on her life being absorbed
into the mist. I’m so scared. I don’t
want to die. Please help me, her soul sobbed. The only answer was the
crackling quiet sound of the rain.
Kayn
couldn’t see anything at all now with her vision clouded with tears, so she had
to stop herself from crying. Her head pounded with the blinding pain that had
abruptly returned. She could sense that he was still nearby watching her. His
dark shadow loomed in the distance as it had in the hallway of her house.
Please, please, no more, Kayn
begged in her mind as he came closer to her, standing a few feet away from her
now, watching with his head tilted to one side. Her heart was begging, please don’t hurt me anymore.
Kayn was
trying to wriggle but no movement came from her now. She willed herself to
grasp at the moist cold earth with her fingers. She was unable to move at all.
Now her body was nothing more than a broken shell. How cruel for her mind to
still see...to still desire life at this point. Kayn looked into his eyes and
pleaded through her mind again, why are
you doing this to me?
She was
so cold her body gave an involuntary shudder. Kayn realized then that she was
naked, completely exposed to the elements. Why was she naked? Her eyes were
full of tears again and she felt instant, almost overwhelming shame.
Kayn
could still feel the sticky heat behind her as her blood drained from her body,
soaking into the dirt. The pain in her head began to numb as the lights through
the trees began to flicker again.
The dark
mass of her violator suddenly appeared beside her, leaning in so close that she
could smell his putrid breath, moist over her face. Every hair on her body was
standing on end. The electrical power between Kayn and the man in the dark was
like a charge. He ran a finger over her exposed breast saying, “You were never
to be born. This situation had to be corrected.”
Kayn saw
his knife glint in the light from the moon. It was raised above her chest. Yes, she thought, let it be over now. She shut her eyes as the knife sliced into her
chest. Kayn opened her eyes again with acceptance. She felt no more pain. She
stared deeply into his eyes as hers filled with tears.
“From this life unto the next,” He whispered
as he slowly began to cut some kind of symbol into the skin on Kayn’s chest
above her heart. She lay limp in his arms, still conscious of what was
happening, yet free from the pain and fear now. He pulled her close to cradle
her naked body in his arms like a baby, rocking her broken, violated flesh in
his arms, stroking her blood soaked hair. He began to sob as if he were
repentant in some way for how he had tortured her.
As her
vision flickered one last time, the man was gone. It was her mother looking
into her eyes.
Her
mother’s eyes were filled with so much love that it seemed to release her from
her pain and fear as it had when she was a small child. Her mother cradled her
as a baby, rocking her back and forth. She was safe now in her mother’s arms.
She was at peace. Mommy, her heart
sang, you’re here to save me.
The
warmth of her mother’s love enveloped her tortured soul. She looked into her
mother’s eyes. She touched Kayn’s face and started to sing a song that she had
sung to her every night when she was very small.
Sleep, sweet sleep till the morning
Just dream away and close your eyes
My love you’ll be safe until the morning
Sleeping in my heart, all through the night
Although bad dreams come to scare you
My love will scare them all away
My heart
The
lights flickered, the pain went away, and her mother was holding her, singing
“Sleep, sweet sleep.”
The Beginning
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