Tag: Humour

Saving Hell

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A Supernatural Jaunt Through Life, Death, and Beyond

Grace O’Neill passes away peacefully after a long and eventful life. Denied at Heaven, she reluctantly heads the other way. But Hell is not that bad a place: barbecues, drinks with paper umbrellas, and concerts with dead rock stars — with all the truly bad souls exiled to the formless void of Limbo.

But one such undesirable soul breaks out of Limbo, threatens both Hell and Heaven, and seeks to remake the universe in his own image.

Ever optimistic Grace teams up with unlikely friends, a sarcastic shapeshifting demon lord and a preacher’s son, racing across Heaven and Earth in search of a holy relic. They must succeed before their enemies use it to unravel the order of the universe and make the afterlife more… hellish!

“★★★★★ — 5 Stars! This surprisingly witty tale is just brilliant. There is no other way to describe it. [An] incredible literary journey of life, death, Heaven, Hell, and a world in-between… Suited to readers who love a good comedy while contemplating the journey of death and beyond. And yes… I am still laughing.”
—Rosie Malezer for Readers’ Favorite

Genre: Comedic Fantasy

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(currently available as a paperback, soon to be available as an ebook)

The Levels of Liking a Book

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For me there are eight levels of how much I like a book.

One. I can’t read it. I just can’t. I mean, I’ll try if I really have to, but after reading the same paragraph half a dozen times, I’m just going to give up and google my way to a summary. It’s so extraordinary bad that I just can’t read it. My brain goes on a strike as soon as I try. It’s figuratively holding up a small sign saying “What do we want? Entertainment. When do we want it? Now!”

Two. I don’t want to read it. This is the part where my brain and I are sitting at opposite sides of the negotiation table, trying to work something out. My brain is threatening to go on another strike, but I successfully calm her down by promising her entertainment right after this one last job. Sure, neither of us actually wants to read the book, but we’ll struggle our way through it. Teamwork. Continue reading “The Levels of Liking a Book” →

“The Monster I Am” Aka “Pineapples on Pizza”

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I’m crazy.

Let’s just start with getting that one out of the way.

I – Am – Crazy.

Nuts. Weird. An oddball. There’s just something wrong with me.

You see…

I like pineapples on pizza.

I know. Horrible, isn’t it? It’s one of those things where I know that it’s wrong, but I just can’t help myself. I mean, some people like necrophilia. Other people fuck farm animals. And I… I like pineapples on pizza.

Forgive me.

It’s just so delicious. The juiciness and the freshness of the pineapple that keeps the meat and white bread from becoming cloying. It’s the perfect condiment. I can just feel myself starting to drool as I write this post.

I suppose I could stop myself from eating it. Just because I can’t control my liking it, doesn’t mean I can’t control my actually eating it. There are countless of recovering alcoholics out there, and if they can do it, surely, I can as well.

I just don’t want to.

Perhaps I’m weak.

Perhaps I should be ashamed.

…

And perhaps… perhaps it’s just some freaking pineapple on a freaking pizza?

So… why care?

Let the people have their pineapples.

We’re not forcing you to eat it.

That’s step two.

Minute

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They say that a minute

In a lover’s embrace

Passes like a second

A heartbeat might outpace.

 

They say that a minute,

With your finger to the flame

Is like days and hours passing

As you’re only feeling pain.

 

I say now that a minute

Feels like many years combined

When on the phone you hear a voice

Saying you’re next in line.