Return to Limerick iA Fairy Tale Novel for Adults to Read to Children

Return to Limerick is being published to Amazon today!

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Maggie's Reddit World

Reddit is a very different community and I have always loved drawing cartoons so I decided to start one on the Reddit experience. Here are the first two.

Maggie's Reddit World #1

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The Earthlings Still Going Strong and Bucking the Odds.

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Hello Everyone! It's been quite a week since I launched my novels.

The Earthlings after the 48 hour free period that happened last week is still going strong and bucking the odds. Without a single review it is holding strong in the ranks.

The Fable of Eve is also doing above average right now. I just launched it and I am doing the freebie period for 5 whole days this time. So far The Fable of Eve is also doing better than average. But I won't know everything until the free days have ended this coming Tuesday.

Next week both books will have a price increase but I will also be launching Return to Limerick so look out for it because I like starting all my books out as a freebie.

Thank you to everyone who has downloaded and are reading the novels!

The Fable of Eve is FREE on Amazon TODAY through 1-29!

If you like fantasy, magic, romance, adventure and fun then check out the Fable of Eve. It is FREE for 5 whole days and exclusively available on Amazon.
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Return to Limerick...Amazon is getting it

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Just a week ago I put The Earthlings up on Amazon. Days after that I put up The Fable of Eve. Within days after that I had a great response and am humbly grateful.

After sitting in what now feels like the dark in formal literary submissions the lights came on. Now life itself brightened because of the public response. Thank you again and no there can never been enough times for that.

I have weeks to go before anyone technically gives up on the formal literary publication world on a "manuscript'; it's called a novel once it's published. But I don't think I am going to wait that long because I am getting excited about adding it to Amazon.

Return to Limerick is a fantasy tale of animals living in a beautiful garden in Limerick Ireland in the mid 1800s. After finding out the horrible witch that owns the garden is back they decide to fight back.

Gizelda is the witch that owns the house and the garden. She moves around the world returning to each home every 100 years or so. She is happy to return to her childhood home and hopes she can stay. Witch hunts are a thing of the past in the mid 1800s and there is even a magic shop in the town by now.

But when things start going wrong for her she doesn't suspect the garden animals and goes after the neighbors for it all.

 Gizelda has a secret and as long as she keeps it she survives. She is very powerful and confident and all of her major adversaries, an Egyptian princess, a Roman soldier an African Chieftain among others, are trapped in her magic book. Once they are released she has more trouble on her hands.

The main focus of the story is between the animals and Gizelda's dog. Toad is the garden leader and wants to hide his lack of courage from the others. Snake is courageous and romantic and gopher isn't as courageous and wants to be seen as a leader but really just wants it all to be over with so he can go back to digging holes.

These are only a few of the myriad of animal characters mixed with magic into a wonderful fantasy tale. Young to old will appreciate this story that has an ending that everyone will love.

This is the novel you can read to your children and enjoy the story with them. Being a longer novel you can make it special evenings over time that you both look forward to. I expect to launch Return to Limerick next week!

To all the broke writers out there...good news!

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I used to have friends ask for my creative writing stories when I was younger and that was pretty cool. But recently after deciding to self publish a couple of my favorite novels, I think tons of real readers out there reading your book and liking it is even better.

But I wanted to let all the writers out there know that you don't need to have the hundreds of dollars to promote your book if you self publish. I started to think that was the case and to tell you the truth I thought it might be hopeless.

I don't have the money to spend on promotion and when I put The Earthlings up on Amazon and made it free I didn't have enough time to even put it up on those free sites that give you a listing. I only used social media, Google +, Reddit and Twitter to announce the first novel within less than a week I had an incredible reaction.

My Kindle freebie period of only 48 hours on The Earthlings resulted in 169 downloads and lots of readers on Kindle Unlimited. Also it placed The Earthlings at #3 on the days it was free and since then it has been steadily rising up to almost crack the top 100 on Amazon in the category overall.

So if you think you don't have the money to promote your book and thus there is no hope forget that idea. If you write a good story and readers like it then social media and grassroots support will respond. The Earthling is living proof of that. So write on!

The Earthlings is it going to break into the Top 100 in Amazon?

Getting really close to the top 100 ranking for young adult science fiction alien books! Thanks and cheers everyone!

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160 Downloads and Counting on The Earthlings!

Thank YOU everyone!

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Hit 100 Downloads today The Earthlings Thank YOU!

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The Earthlings FREE Today and Tomorrow!

FREE! Who doesn't like that? Get The Earthlings FREE click here and enjoy the weekend!

Here we go again,
Another time to spin,
Ronald came in.

Used to be a cool dude,
Until he became a complete
tool,
Became the puppet of
fools.

No one knew it
could happen like that,
Everyone thought it included
a baseball bat,
Because he was wearing
a hat.

Yet no one is sure about
things,
No one that was there
wants to
sing,
And poor Ronald
is now their eternal
dingaling. 

The Earthlings...a sci fi adventure novel.

 

The Earthlings

By Wanda Wright

The earth is dying but the spaceships that people are dying to get on are going to planets that freedom is lost. Relaa and Macbeth are teenagers who fought their way onto a spaceship only to later realize that slavery is the only position of earthlings on all of the planets that earthlings have been taken to.

Rumors of  distant rebellions bring encouragement to Relaa and Macbeth but their paths on the planet are very different. Joining the rebellion of earthlings seems perfect because earthlings are being massacred so there is no time to waste.

Some believe the rebellion must be accomplished through stealthy violence while others believe in non-violent methods. What really works surprises everyone.

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Sally...A Limerick

SALLY

If you ever meet Sally,

Don’t dilly dally,

Run away,

Be afraid,

She’s despicably evil,

Feels very medieval.

She came to our town,

Dressed in a frown,

We thought she was kind,

A gentle mind,

Doing good for mankind,

But a darker stew brewed,

She knew just what to do,

Took everyone down,

To the far end of town,

Made us all frown,

Made us all drown.

This story comes to you,

Like a drop of dew,

So you don’t end up in Sally’s stew,

She knows just what to do,

To take your whole life from you.

The Flower a Short Story

The Flower

By Wanda Wright

The flower woke up, “What am I?” it said and was surprised at hearing its own voice. It looked around and saw other flowers just like it all around.

“Am I a flower? One of these?” it said wanting to hear its own voice again and wondering if any other flower would speak back.

All the other flowers were silent, not one spoke back they just gently nodded in the slight breeze. The flower reached its leaves up to its mouth to feel it moving as it said, “ Wake up the rest of you, don’t leave me alone here please.”

All the flower could hear was the rustling of the breeze but feeling its own mouth move the flower knew that it surely had a mouth. It touched further and found an eye, the contact slightly stinging it so it only touched it for a second.

“Have I always been a flower?” it thought to itself this time wondering how it could be seeing and speaking but no other flower could.

“Can I walk out of here?” it thought and tugged up but it still had roots buried deep in the rich ground of the bed.

After just a few tugs it stopped because it didn’t want to die, as the tugging had been met with resistance that wasn’t freeing it easily. The flower looked all around now and saw that it was part of a large bed of flowers that were part of a very large garden that had walking paths in between. There were different kinds of flowers and plants and so many that it was all the flower could see.

“Anyone, can anyone here speak like I can?” it shouted now as loud as it could, hoping at least one of the other flowers could speak too.

The flower listened as carefully as it could hoping to hear at least one of the flowers in the large garden speak back. But the flower heard nothing but leaves rustling in the breeze.

“How can this be? How is it that I am the only flower in this large garden that can speak, that can see?” the flower shouted now more in frustration then seeking out another speaking flower.

Suddenly it heard a slight buzzing noise and it looked all around but saw nothing different until a great mist of water was covering it and the others flowers. At first when the water touched it, the flower was scared. But as soon as it realized it was water it felt great joy in the moment and began singing feeling the nourishment and soaking it up happily.

“La la la la la, tra la la, tra la la” it sang on bending to make sure the water touched every part of its flower body.

A gardener near by heard the singing and went to investigate it. The garden worked at the public garden that wasn’t open yet so he suspected someone had snuck in before it was allowed. He followed the singing sound and realized it was a beautiful voice, but he was still going to tell whomever it was to leave.

The gardener came to where the singing was loud and brilliant but he saw no one around. He could still hear the singing but no one was there and it was as if the song was coming from the sky. The gardener kneeled down and started praying thinking that he must be hearing the song of an angel.

When the flower finally noticed the gardener, he was kneeling with his hands clasped together and mumbling something the flower couldn’t hear. He stopped singing and thought about shouting out to him but was afraid. It was one thing talking to his own kind, but the flower wasn’t sure about talking to the gardener.

The flower stayed quiet until the gardener left.

As soon as the gardener was out of sight the flower began singing again, “Tra la la la la, Tra la la laaaaa.” The singing felt good to the flower, it made him feel free though he was stuck in the garden as the only one of his kind.

The gardener hearing the singing again grabbed his shears for protection and ran back to the same place thinking now that someone was playing a trick on him and hiding. But as soon as he arrived where he was sure he was hearing the singing coming from, it stopped. The flower seeing the gardener again holding shears in his hand became very afraid of him and immediately stopped singing as soon as he saw him.

‘Come out, I know you are here somewhere! The garden is closed and you need to leave!” the gardener shouted holding the shears up like a weapon.

But all that he could hear was the slight breeze rustling through the garden leaves and he saw no one around. He walked away hoping he had at least scared away the intruder and feeling foolish now for having prayed thinking he was hearing the song of a heavenly angel. The flower watched him silent not saying a word in response, the shears putting him in great fear.

Time passed and the flower didn’t see the gardener again and he felt frustrated because he felt great happiness in singing, but he didn’t want to bring the gardener back again. Eventually there were many people walking around and many had small children and babies with them. One small child walked up to the garden that the flower was in and grabbed its stem and began pulling.

“Stop, don’t do that! You can’t pick me!” the flower shouted and the little girl surprised to hear the flower talking and seeing the single eye and mouth of the flower became scared and ran off to her mother crying.

“Mommy that flower talked to me!” the little girl cried and the flower became frightened that the mother would believe the child. But the mother just wiped away her tears and told her flowers can’t talk, thinking the girl’s imagination had caused her fright.

The flower watched all the people walking around and talking and was entertained by their conversations about their life as people. Many times the flower was tempted to comment on their conversations but he didn’t dare do it realizing that they would want to pick him right away and then he would die.

By the late afternoon and before the sun was fully down, the people were all gone and the flower started singing again. Birds came and watched the flower singing but when he tried to speak to them they just flew away and never spoke back.

The flower spent days on end singing in the garden when no people were around but over time he became melancholy wanting to converse with someone else, but feeling too much fear to do so. After a time he saw that some of the flowers were starting to die and he feared for his own life watching the gardener pull out dead flowers from other beds and replace them with new and different flowers.

The flower tried to stop the gardener by singing and sometimes even shouting at him, but the gardener now believing he was losing his mind and hearing voices ignored the flower entirely.

He saw that the flowers like him, were starting to wilt and each day he checked himself for the signs that he too was wilting away toward death, but saw that his leaves were still richly green and healthy. Soon the gardener came to his bed to clear out the flowers and the flower knew he would have to speak to him and not let him pull him out.

When the gardener looked at the bed of flowers he was puzzled by the fact that only a single flower was still healthy and vibrant while all the others were wilted and ready to be pulled and changed. He looked at it closely and the flower afraid began shivering from the fear it felt. The gardener grabbed a clump of wilted flowers not sure what to do about the single flower that remained healthy and vigorous.

The flower seeing the gardener begin to pull flowers out shouted out to him,” You can’t pull me out, I am not ready to die!”

The gardener tried to ignore the voice he was sure was only in his head and a problem he kept as a secret. The flower realized the gardener didn’t react and wondered if he maybe could not hear him at all. The gardener continued to clear the bed of the other wilted flowers and the flower panicking started singing.

The gardener hearing the singing again put his hands on each ear trying to drown out the voices in his head and praying that he would get his sanity back. But the singing didn’t stop and when the gardener looked again he saw the single eye and mouth of the single healthy flower in the bed and realized it was the flower that was singing.

“Oh what black magic is this?” the gardener said not sure if he was seeing the flower sing or whether he had gone completely insane now.

The flower hearing the gardener say this became highly offended that he would suggest his existence was from evil.

“Black magic? Why do you think this beautiful voice comes from black magic? Not likely, I mean I am not sure how this happened, but I am definitely not evil,” the flower shouted back at him, upset by the suggestion that his existence was bad in any way.

The gardener rocked back not sure what to think hearing and seeing the flower speak to him so fluently.

“You can talk? You can see? You are the one who has been singing each early morning and every night all this time?” the gardener said his eyes wide open staring at the flower and hoping he was wrong and that he was actually sane.

“Yes, and if you hadn’t come out with those shears I might have let you in on my secret long ago,” the flower said smugly now but happy that he was finally having a conversation with someone other than himself.

“What is your name? Do you have a name? I am Bernardo,” the gardener said knowing now he was the sole witness to a real miracle.

“I am a flower, and yes, I figured out long ago that your name is Bernardo. It is great to finally meet you Bernardo,” the flower said his little mouth in a wide bright smile now knowing he had finally made a friend.

“That is OK, you don’t need a name. Well, you have actually have a name you know, you are a Daisy. Did you know that you are a Daisy?” Bernardo asked still amazed that the little flower could talk, but happy that he could.

Bernardo lived alone his whole life and never made any real friends. He loved working in the garden and had spent his lifetime doing just that. Other people thought his mind was slow and got frustrated easily trying to have a conversation with him, or they pitied him and neither one made for a good friend.

“Daisy, that sounds good I like that name, if I am going to go by a name that is. I know I am a flower,” the flower replied never wanting the conversation to end he was enjoying it so much.

“I guess you will have to stay in the garden, and I will have to plant these other flowers they gave me around you, but I won’t bother you at all,” Bernardo said feeling very special now that he had made a friend, a real friend from a flower.

“That is wonderful Bernardo I am glad you understand and aren’t going to kill me when I am still alive,” the flower replied and they both laughed.

The flower and Bernardo continued their conversation until Bernardo was finished with the bed. He promised to come back each day and talk with the flower and both Bernardo and the flower were very happy. After that when Bernardo heard the beautiful singing of the flower he took pleasure in the fact that his one good friend was so beautiful and talented and unique. It made him feel very special and happy and both the flower and Bernardo were happier than they had ever been before.

When Bernardo was very old and couldn’t tend the garden anymore, before he retired he gently and carefully dug the flower up and put him in a special pot and took him home. The two of them lived happily ever after until the day that Bernardo died and on that same day the flower happily died too.