Pump Up Your Book Virtual Book Tour Kick Off: FIVE MINUTES, MR. BYNER! by John Byner (with Douglas Wellman) #Celebrity #Memoir

FIVE MINUTES, MR. BYNER! A LIFETIME OF LAUGHTER
John Byner (with Douglas Wellman)
Celebrity Memoir

Veteran entertainer John Byner, a man of many voices and characters, from impersonating the slow, rolling gait and speech of John Wayne, to lending his voice to The Ant and the Aardvark cartoons has penned (with Douglas Wellman) his biography FIVE MINUTES, MR. BYNER! published by Boutique of Quality Books. His dead-on impersonations, as well as his unique talents as a character actor, have put him on the small screen in peoples' homes, the big screen in theaters, and no screen on Broadway.

“. . . John has had a remarkable career spanning decades, from doing comedy in small clubs in Greenwich Village to The Ed Sullivan Show. . . Ed loved him. . . to The Tonight Show with Johnny Carson, to Steve Allen, who basically invented the talk show, to The Carol Burnett Show, to just about every major variety show or situation comedy there was on the air, to hosting his own variety show and introducing Bob Einstein as Super Dave Osborne, and on and on. . . . And he’s still going strong, as funny and as kind as ever.” – Nathan Lane

Growing up in a big family on Long Island, John discovered his uncanny ability to mimic voices as a child when he returned home from a Bing Crosby movie and repeated Bing’s performance for his family in their living room. He discovered his talent made him the focus of everyone’s attention, and allowed him to make friends wherever he went, from elementary school to the U.S. Navy. John started his career in nightclubs in New York, but soon found himself getting national acclaim on The Ed Sullivan Show. With that he was on his way. This memoir is the best and funniest moments of his life, career, and relationships with some of the biggest names in entertainment, both on and
off the screen. “I thought of doing a memoir a year before I began writing it. My friend (co-author), Doug Wellman, suggested years before that if I wanted to write a book he would assist me,” remarked Mr.Byner.

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 Some people call it fate; others call it luck. Whatever you call it, you've probably been somewhere by chance at exactly the right moment and ended up getting a welcome surprise. I had one of those moments early in my career and it changed my life.

My ability to mimic voices opened up some special opportunities for me. Initially it was just a hobby. I entertained family members, school mates, buddies in the navy, and my coworkers in a myriad of blue-collar jobs, and one white-collar one. I had no idea my future would be in the spotlight in night clubs, television, cartoons, movies, variety shows, and a host of other exciting places. And maybe it wouldn't have been except for fate, luck, or whatever you want to call it. My world opened up one night because I happened to be on a little stage in New York at just the right moment. It was an unplanned event. Had it not occurred, I don't know where I'd be today.

John Byner’s TV career break happened in New York City on Merv Griffin’s Talent Scouts Show in 1964. After great exposure on both Gary Moore and Steve Allen’s variety shows in 1966 and 1967, he clowned around on Ed Sullivan’s showcase program over two dozen times and Johnny Carson’s late-night haunt over three dozen times.

He has lent his vocal library of voices to hundreds of cartoons and animated films. To find out more about John and his book, visit http://johnbyner.com.

Douglas Wellman was born in Minneapolis but moved to Los Angeles where he became a television producer-director for 35 years, as well as the assistant dean of the film school at the University of Southern California. He currently lives in Southern Utah with his wife, Deborah, where he works as a chaplain at a local hospital when not busy writing books.

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Website: https://johnbyner.com/
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Pump Up Your Book Virtual Book Tour Kick Off: THE HERO WITHIN: AWARENESS #Christian #scif

THE HERO WITHIN: AWARENESS
Yeral E. Ogando
Christian Science Fiction

Have you ever wondered about the power we possess as Christians?

Do you love reading about superheroes and their powers?

From The Hero Within Series – Awareness

A Story that will excite your imagination, and inspire you to ask yourself “Who am I”…

It will remind you that the Gifts of the spirit manifest in spiritual warfare and through the battles we face each day.

Let it unveil the reality behind our daily lives and show you how God’s calling can bring wonder to you and those around you.

Walk beside our hero through the challenges he will face each day that will test his resolve and strengthen your spirit.

Discover the Gifts of Revelation, Power and Inspiration in and through the Spirit in our Hero.
Learn how these gifts are used by our Hero with the help of God.

Grow in strength and knowledge alongside our hero and embrace the growing process of the Holy Spirit.

Book Trailer:
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“Anthony? Anthony, sweetheart, can you hear me?”
Becky’s brown face hovered inches from his own. The relief surging through him was immense, but still not quite strong enough to drown out the crushing pain that barreled through him.
An anvil sat on top of his chest, and every muscle in his body throbbed as if he had just run a marathon. The vise attached to his head kept tightening.
“Becky.” he breathed.
“Thank God, you’re okay.” She leaned forward and kissed him softly, as if she was afraid he might break.
“How long have I been here?” The intense pain grounded him—helped him forget the leaf he’d seen shifting in the breeze.
“Fifteen hours. They took you right back to surgery when you arrived. Thankfully, it went smoothly.”
“I was shot,” he whispered. Knowing a bullet had penetrated his body sobered him. He lacked the strength to even cry.
“I know.”
He glanced around at the generic hospital room, fear and safety tugging at his emotions. “Ben?” he asked.
Becky grabbed his hand “He’s at the neighbor’s house. I’ll call them with an update when the doctor gets in.”
As his Caucasian fingers interlocked with her Hispanic ones, Anthony choked up. He wished Becky could have seen the green outfield from when he had slipped away. He found himself wanting to apologize for so many different things.
“I knew you’d want Janet to know you were here,” Becky said as she squeezed his hand. “I called her right away.”
“Thanks.”
“I’ve been keeping her up to date. When you came out of surgery two hours ago, she indicated she’d be here sometime tonight.”
Anthony agonized over the many texts he’d received from Janet and how he’d ignored most of them. If he had died after the gunshot, those unanswered texts would be his last impression on his sister.
Pathetic when you considered how she had rallied around when their mother died while he was still in college. No wonder Janet continued to mother him.
He glanced at Becky. She’d been crying and looked very tired. Had she been awake all night?
“You know,” he said, hoping to lift her spirits. “I went to Sam and Ethel’s store to get some ice cream bars. The strawberry ones you enjoyed so well.”
“I figured as much. Much as I like them, they are not worth this.”
“I don’t know about that.” The chuckle that rose from his throat hurt his chest. He swallowed. “You’re worth—”
At a gentle knock on the door, they turned to see a cheerful-looking doctor come into the room carrying a clipboard and a folder.
“Good to see you’re awake. How are you feeling?”
“Sore,” Anthony said. “Tired.”
“You can add lucky to the list.” The doctor moved to the edge of the bed and stood beside Becky. “We were able to remove the bullet and repair the damage. But if that slug had been a half inch lower, the chances of your survival would have been slim to none.”
Anthony clutched Becky’s hand while he searched the doctor’s face. “But I’m going to be okay?”
“You’ll remain sore for a few days, and the injury will itch unbearably while it heals. But yes, outside of keeping you here a while longer for observation, it seems you’re out of the woods.”
The doctor checked the monitors. Then he ran a series of cognitive tests, checked Anthony’s vision, and reflexes.
“Looking good.” The doctor gave a smile of approval. “A nurse will check back in an hour or so. I suggest you get some rest. Right now, it’s the best thing for your body.”
“I’ll try,” Anthony said. “Thanks.”
A very relieved looking Becky smiled at the doctor. “Yes, doctor. Thanks so much.”
“One more thing. Don’t be surprised if you find yourself crying more than usual. Any surgery near the heart seems to affect patient’s emotions.” The doctor turned about and left the room.
Becky’s face scrunched. She heaved deeply and wept into the side of Anthony’s hospital bed. “I thought I had lost you.”
He reached out and stroked her dark hair. “Well you didn’t. “I’m still here, and I’m not planning on going anywhere.”
Again the picture came to him of playing catch on the outfield with his old man. What did it mean? He sensed there was some great power waiting for him on the other side of the grass.
So was it really something to avoid, or not?
~*~
Taking the doctor’s advice and resting was easy because Anthony fell asleep with Becky still clinging to the side of the bed, their hands interlocked.
An hour and a half later, when a nurse came into the room to check on him, he roused. The nurse assured him that his vitals were good and he was headed in the right direction.
He lolled his head back on the pillow but now he was wide awake and too anxious to get back to sleep.
Becky had pulled a chair close to the bed and sat beside him quietly.
He studied her face and wondered what it had been like to receive the phone call letting her know her husband of twelve years had been shot.
How much had she seen? Had she caught a glimpse of him before the surgery, soaked in blood while being pushed on a gurney?
He continued to stare at his wife. She was so beautiful the way her long hair framed her face, and. he was overwhelmed by how much he loved her. Ashamed of how badly he had treated her for most of their marriage, he let a few tears slip out. Things were going to change.
A knock sounded at the door, and Anthony expected it was the doctor or a nurse coming to check on him again. Instead, Janet poked her head around the door. At fifty two, along with her short salt and pepper colored hair, the stress and worry on her face made her look eerily like their mother.
“Come on in.” His voice was amazingly weak.
His sister slowly entered the room looking at him as if she didn’t trust her own eyes.
Becky rose from the chair with a smile, and the two women met with a hug at the end of the hospital bed.
Janet looked back at her brother over Becky’s head and frowned. “Oh, Anthony are you really okay?”
“According to the doctors.”
“Am I intruding?” Janet asked, glancing at Becky.
“Of course not.” Becky patted the back of the chair where she’d been sitting. “In fact, why don’t you stay with him for a while? I need to go find some coffee.”
“Coffee sounds good. Could you bring me a cup too?”
With a nod, Becky headed out.
Janet took up the post Becky had previously occupied by the bed. “I don’t even know what to say. You are all the family I have left. I was so terrified.”
“I was a little scared, too,” Anthony admitted with a sheepish laugh.
“I prayed for you the entire way here. I know you don’t buy into that, but I did it anyway.”
Anthony thought of the green outfield and how their father had spoken to him. “Actually, I appreciate it.”
Maybe, the power I felt on the other side of the grass was God. It was a jarring thought. Anthony had always believed in a god of some sort, but he had basically ruled out the God who Janet devoted her life to.
Still what or who had directed him back to the world of the living, using the vision of his deceased father?
Anthony had been borderline rude to Janet every time she’d mentioned her faith. Now, as she sat at his bedside while a bandage covered his surgery wound, he wondered just how she had acquired such faith.
More than that, he wondered how he could get it. But he immediately put the thought at the back of his mind.
“Whether or not it was your praying that did it,” Anthony said offhandedly, “the doctor indicated I was lucky. Half an inch lucky, to be exact.”
“Yeah, I know. Becky told me. Would you mind if I pray over you right now?”
Anthony was a bit taken aback. But what harm could there be? “II guess it would be okay.”
With a smile on her face, Janet took both of his hands in hers. She clasped them tightly and bowed her head.
“Lord, thank you for saving Anthony. Thank you for your grace and your mercy and thank you for—”
Anthony didn’t hear the rest. Out of nowhere, a tremendous flood of grief tore through him, and he wept.
He saw the green outfield again, but this time, his father and his younger self were nowhere to be seen. Instead, it was just him in his current thirty-seven year old body.
Anthony. A soft voice penetrated his mind. I have chosen you. I have work for you to do. But you need to accept and know Me first.
Then just as quickly it was gone. The voice and the outfield. All gone in the blink of an eye.
When the vision faded, he realized he was still crying, and Janet was holding him close.
“Anthony, what’s wrong? Are you okay?”
“I’m sorry.”
“What for?” Janet asked.
“I don’t know.” And he didn’t.
He wasn’t sure if the apology was directed at Janet, Becky, or God. Maybe it was intended for all three.
“But II think I need to talk to you.”
“About what?”
He looked at her sheepishly, “God.”

Yeral E. Ogando was born on May 18th, 1977 in Las Matas de Farfán, Dominican Republic. Yeral is polyglot or a multilingual person.

He has been able to learn Spanish, English, French, Italian, Haitian Creole, German, Portuguese, Russian, Japanese, Modern & Biblical Greek and Biblical Hebrew.

Yeral E. Ogando has earned several degrees:

Master of Arts in Theological Studies

Master of Arts in Languages and Linguistics

Doctor of Philosophy in Theology

He has been a Bible professor for many years and teacher for several languages locally and internationally, such as Spanish, English, French, Italian, Portuguese, and Haitian Creole.

He has also been able to write the following books:

* The Hero Within – Power (Volume Two)
* The Hero Within – Nede Land (Volume Three)
* Teach Yourself Italian by Yeral E. Ogando.
* Teach Yourself Haitian Creole Conversation by Yeral E. Ogando.
* Teach Yourself Haitian Creole by Yeral E. Ogando.
* And many other books for language learning (English, Spanish, Creole and Italian)
* Coming Soon From The Hero Within Series (Volume Four – Volume Five – Volume Six)

His hobbies are reading and listening to music. He is passionate for teaching, learning and starting new ministries and businesses.

He is the founder and owner of the successful internet business www.christian-translation.com, thus reaching the world in more than 200 languages since 2004.

WEBSITE & SOCIAL LINKS:

Website:
www.yeralogando.com
Twitter:
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Facebook:
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Pump Up Your Book Virtual Book Tour Kick Off: SOMEONE'S STORY by B.A. Bellec #YA

SOMEONE'S STORY
B.A. Bellec
YA / Coming of Age

In his debut endearing coming-of-age book, B.A. Bellec writes about a group of weirdos that find and save each other from the dark depths of their minds. Someone’s Story is literally Someone’s story, as in a first-person narrative of a teenager that calls himself Someone. As he struggles to find a new footing in a new space, we encounter the many ups and downs of modern teenage life, the difficulties that adjusting to adult feelings bring, and a few tear-jerking surprises along the way.

Littered with music, mental health, friendship, loss, meditation, advice, pop culture, and even inspiring an EP, there is so much nostalgia, inspiration, and depth here it is hard to absorb it all. Cozy up somewhere warm and enjoy!

“B. A. Bellec has crafted a masterpiece of emotive and well-rounded young adult fiction.”
K.C. Finn – Author

“The variety of personages, situations, and mental illnesses represented allows all readers to relate to this book and take something away from reading! This novel is on our list of all-time favourites!”
International Girls and Books

“Someone’s Story is a beautiful novel, written in great prose, very descriptive, and filled with insights about life. The author does an incredible job with themes of family, friendship, bullying, and personal development. It felt like I was reading a portion of my emotions and myself in Someone’s Story.”
Gobi Jane – Professional Critic @ Readers’ Favourite

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It’s cold. That means different things to different people. To be specific, I haven’t seen the grass in four months. When the wind gusts, my skin burns.
That part isn’t so bad. The part that’s horrible is the wind is kicking up frozen snow and it feels like a person is throwing a handful of razor blades at me. If I don’t dress properly, I would be lucky to survive fifteen minutes. Like actually die. It’s cold.
The sidewalks disappeared long ago, so I have to brave the road for the short walk to school. It’s dangerous on these small-town roads. Sometimes, the snow is blowing so hard I can’t see more than a few feet. Scary.
When I get to the front door, no one is there. The building is small, so I can see all the way around to the lot behind it. There are a few cars. On a good day, we get twenty. I try my luck around back. The door is unlocked. Once I get in, it looks like a ghost town. I check all the rooms. Not a soul. This place is eerie and unsettling. Maybe it’s the prison bars on the windows and the ketchup-themed school colours.
Eventually, in the lunchroom, I find a few of the teachers. As I walk in, I take notice of the room right next to the lounge. It is the tiniest office ever. It’s more like a broom closet. Dr. Drum is written on the door. Funny name.
Teacher: Class is cancelled. Go home.
The teacher looks again and realizes it is me.
Teacher: How are you feeling? Is anyone bothering you?
They’re always asking questions like that. I don’t answer. Just sigh because I don’t want to brave these conditions again, but I have no other choice. I slowly make my way along the country road back home, occasionally having to put my back to the wind or tuck my head deep into my chest in order to avoid the searing pain.
To my surprise, Dad’s truck is back. Once I get inside, it takes a good five minutes until the feeling in my hands comes back and my clothing has thawed enough that I can take the first few layers off. Dad is sitting at the table.
Dad: Hey kiddo, we need to talk.
Instead of responding, I just make my way to the table and seat myself.
Dad: They're transferring me.
My eyebrows raise but I am too young and naive to really understand what that means.
Dad: They offered me a good raise in a new position. But we have to move. I didn't want to take it. I looked around. My field is declining. There is nothing local. I am lucky they offered me what they did.
My mind races.
Someone: I want to stay.
Dad: No, we just can’t.
Someone: What about my mom?
Dad: You know I don't know where she is.
Someone: I'll find her.
Dad: That's not a good idea.
I can hear the clock slowing, but at the same time my heart speeds up. Slower and faster, slower and faster. What is happening? I can’t breathe. I need a drink. I can't move. Why can't I move? WHAT’S GOING ON?! The room spins and I fade to black.

Author of Someone’s Story and co-collaborator on the music it inspired, B.A. was born in Richmond, BC and raised in Langley, BC, before settling in Winnipeg, MB. His first adventure was a career in Finance, where he spent 15 years developing his business skills. His highest achievement was the Certified Payroll Manager designation. He currently still consults with businesses on their systems and processes. Over that period of time, he also attended film school where he started to nurture his early creative abilities.

A self-starter always interested in research, he taught himself many of the aspects of storytelling through reading books, screenplays and material online. Whenever he found an inspirational piece of art, he quickly went to the source to find the story behind the artist who created the work. It took many years after attending film school for him to finally combine his creative skills with his life experience and tell that story he had been holding back. Some of his favorite creative people: Lukas Rossi, Justin Furstenfeld, Peter Jackson, Stephen Chbosky, John Green, J.K. Rowling.

Currently he is pounding away on the keyboard writing his second novel, Pulse. This project is a change of pace and more details will come in a few months!

B.A. is also an avid jogger and walker, frequently using them as a way to work on those tough spots in life and his manuscripts. If you found it this far into his material, reach out to him on Twitter and make sure to like and subscribe to get updates on all his future endeavors.

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Website: http://www.babellec.com
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Pump Up Your Book Virtual Book Tour Kick Off: HER SECOND CHANCE COWBOY by Makenna Lee @makennaleeauthor #romance

HER SECOND CHANCE COWBOY
Makenna Lee
Contemporary Romance

Wealthy cowboy, James MacLachlan, is content running his massive family ranch and starting an equine therapy program for special needs children. After his mother died in childbirth, and witnessing his father’s destruction at the loss of true love, James sticks to casual affairs. Marriage and children are risks he won’t take.

Reese Turner visits Cypress Creek, Texas, to complete a photo assignment for National Geographic and buy back her grandparents’ cottage. After disastrous romances, she’s sworn off men to focus on her career. Marriage and the babies she longs for can wait. When she runs into an old flame, she decides she can live out a fantasy, then leave town to pursue her dreams. But love doesn’t play by the rules…

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She opened the driver’s side door, then turned to tell him good night. “Thanks for dinner.” Was that her voice sounding all breathy and wanton?

“You’re welcome. If you come out first thing in the morning, we can get an early start and go for a ride. And work on my great-great-grandfather’s mystery.”

“I like that idea.” Get in, Reese. Drive away. Instead, she brushed a leaf from his shoulder.

His full lips lowered to the corner of her mouth. The caress was gentle. Brief.

The simple, innocent kiss hit a switch inside her. One that hadn’t been tripped since their last kiss, over eleven years ago. One that other men had not managed to tap into. Her entire body warmed, sparking a shiver and a desire to stay, but she needed tonight to gather herself.

This was her chance to stay in the cottage and convince him she could take care of it. Not the start of a summer romance.

But could she manage a temporary romantic reunion?

 

Makenna Lee is an award-winning romance author living in the Texas Hill Country with her real-life hero and their two children. Her oldest son has Down syndrome and taught her to appreciate the little things, and he inspired one of her novels. As a child, she played in the woods, looked for fairies under toadstools, and daydreamed. Her writing journey began when she mentioned all her story ideas, and her husband asked why she wasn’t writing them down. The next day she bought a laptop, started her first book, and knew she’d found her passion. Makenna is often drinking coffee while writing, reading, or plotting a new story. Her wish is to write books that touch your heart, making you feel, think, and dream. She enjoys renaissance festivals, nature photography, studying herbal medicine, and usually listens to Celtic music while writing. She writes for Entangled Publishing and Harlequin and believes everyone deserves a happy ending.

WEBSITE & SOCIAL LINKS:

Website: www.makennalee.com
Author Twitter: https://twitter.com/MakennaLeeBooks
Author Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/MakennaLeeAuthor
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Happy Book Birthday to HER SECOND CHANCE COWBOY by Makenna Lee #bookbirthday @makennaleeauthor @entangledpub

We're thrilled to announce the release of Makenna Lee's HER SECOND CHANCE COWBOY today! To help celebrate, we are asking our readers if you can pleeeeze pretty please pick up at copy at Amazon or the Entangled Pub website and come back and tell us how you liked it? Or, leave a review at Amazon! 

Congratulations, Makenna, on your contemporary romance release, HER SECOND CHANCE COWBOY!

Title: HER SECOND CHANCE COWBOY
Author: Makenna Lee
Publisher: Entangled Amara
Pages: 260
Genre: Contemporary Romance

Wealthy cowboy, James MacLachlan, is content running his massive family ranch and starting an equine therapy program for special needs children. After his mother died in childbirth, and witnessing his father’s destruction at the loss of true love, James sticks to casual affairs. Marriage and children are risks he won’t take.

Reese Turner visits Cypress Creek, Texas, to complete a photo assignment for National Geographic and buy back her grandparents’ cottage. After disastrous romances, she’s sworn off men to focus on her career. Marriage and the babies she longs for can wait. When she runs into an old flame, she decides she can live out a fantasy, then leave town to pursue her dreams. But love doesn’t play by the rules...

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Makenna Lee is an award-winning romance author living in the Texas Hill Country with her real-life hero and their two children. Her oldest son has Down syndrome and taught her to appreciate the little things, and he inspired one of her novels. As a child, she played in the woods, looked for fairies under toadstools, and daydreamed. Her writing journey began when she mentioned all her story ideas, and her husband asked why she wasn’t writing them down. The next day she bought a laptop, started her first book, and knew she’d found her passion. Makenna is often drinking coffee while writing, reading, or plotting a new story. Her wish is to write books that touch your heart, making you feel, think, and dream. She enjoys renaissance festivals, nature photography, studying herbal medicine, and usually listens to Celtic music while writing. She writes for Entangled Publishing and Harlequin and believes everyone deserves a happy ending.

WEBSITE & SOCIAL LINKS:

Website: www.makennalee.com
Author Twitter: https://twitter.com/MakennaLeeBooks
Author Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/MakennaLeeAuthor
Author Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/makennaleewriter/
Author Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/user/show/65227832-makenna-lee

Pump Up Your Book Virtual Book Tour Kick Off: A WHISKERED PERSPECTIVE by M.G. Spear #fiction

A WHISKERED PERSPECTIVE
M.G. Spear
Fiction

Meet the cutest new black kitty in fiction, Pumpkin!

Like cats? Relationships? Then A Whiskered Perspective is for you.

Relationships are hard, but they are worth the effort. You should try your best, no matter what, to work things out, right? Not always.

Miller thinks she has found love but her cat, Pumpkin, tells a darker story. Not all love is equal, even if you desperately want it to be.

It’s a different take on relationship turmoil and the power of a connection between a cat and his human.

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Have you ever been set on fire?
            I have.
            Tied up, thrown into a bag, the smell of gasoline filling my nostrils…
            Such is the way of the warrior.
            I had been minding my own business, hunting mice for dinner when the neighborhood bully caught me by surprise with a pillowcase.
            The local humans would whisper I was the trouble tom, always picking fights with their house cats, or spraying on their fence line.
            And, of course, attacking the neighborhood bully when he threw rocks at me.
            Now he had the advantage. My sharp claws could only do so much damage through the fabric, and he grabbed my legs and tied them so my claws would no longer be an issue. I yowled and spat and hissed with the rage of fire but to no avail. The way of the warrior is to accept death, but this was my seventh life, and I was not ready to give it up. But I could see no way I would survive as the pillowcase caught fire.
            “Hey!” a woman screamed.
            I heard the bully run away laughing as my flesh started to sear. The pain was building, and even with meditation techniques, I could not get my mind far enough from the pain.
            Then my miracle came. Someone doused the pillowcase in water. Cold, blessed water.
            The ropes came off and the makeshift sack was opened. Delirious as I was, I knew not to struggle as this random woman, this passerby, scooped me up in her arms and carried me down the street. She took me into her house and tended my wounds while I lay panting, grateful to be alive.
            Weeks go by, and I continued to heal and snuggle with this woman. I made sure to do nothing to upset her, to throw me away, and only sprayed in the litter box and did my business there. She was grateful for this kindness and cleaned it every day for me.
            Her house was a small three-bedroom house. She lived alone, a teacher educating other people’s children but coming home to no one. I was the answer to her loneliness. She talked to me every day about the goings-on in her life. She kept a diary, which I read from time to time. We were grateful for each other.
            This is the story of my friend and me.

M.G. Spear is a teacher who writes for stress relief, and currently has published multiple books with more in the works. She teaches Biology to both college and high school students, and mostly her days are filled with logic. But M.G’s creative side comes out in her writing.

M.G. has been writing for as long as she can remember and hones her craft by reading books and constantly writing. She is very eclectic in her writing passions, from general fiction to horror books, to motivational and humorous posts on her blog. Her major influences are Edgar Allen Poe, Gillian Flynn, Chuck Palahniuk, and Frank Peretti. She published her first short story collection, Jumping on the Trampoline, in 2006, but then life got in the way. Now she is back in the game, ready to bring more stories to life.

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Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/mgspearwriting/
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