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Wednesday, January 29, 2014

What Advice Parents Can Give About Diversity by Charles A. Taylor (Book Tour & Giveaway)




Title: Lakeside University Cover Up
Author Name: Charles A. Taylor


Advice for Parents to give their kids entering into college about diversity
by Charles Taylor 

First and foremost I would hope that parents would tell their kids that diversity benefits everyone. It is something to be celebrated, embraced and not feared. But let’s take one step back and assume that parents have already had this conversation with their children long before they entered college. I know that’s being overly optimistic but just for a moment let’s pretend that parents are having these serious conversations with their kids. Here’s what I hope they are telling their children to help prepare them for the new world they will face.

Son/daughter,

Acquire Cultural Competency Skills

I’m sending you off to college with the expectation that you will engage intellectually and socially with all types of people. I don’t want you to live your life in fear of others. I want you to become culturally competent and that’s different from just being tolerant of differences.

Tolerance has no healing power in society. It means little more than leaving one another alone. It leads to indifference, not understanding. Besides, no one wants to be just tolerated-we all deserve to be celebrated! Red, black, brown, yellow or white we’re all precious in God’s sight. When all of the cream is allowed to rise to the top, the butter is bound to be better.
Cultural competency is what you’ll need to understand others’ points of view and to replace tolerance with. Cultural competency is the ability to engage people in ways that respect and honor their culture. So take advantage of any opportunity you get to learn cultural competency skills.

Understand that both Diversity and Inclusion are needed

Remember that the true definition of diversity is broad enough to include all of us and takes into account differences in religion, race, gender, disability, sexual orientation and other areas of differences. But diversity by itself is nothing without inclusion. An inclusive college intentionally creates a culture and fosters a welcoming environment where everyone is valued for the skills and talents they bring to the table and where they are involved and empowered in decision making. Diversity describes "the who we are" – while Inclusion describes "the how and what we hope to become." They are related yet distinct concepts. Advocate for both!

Know that Diversity Benefits Everyone

Son, remember that we’re all connected. I need you to understand that when the environment on campus is improved for some students, it’s improved for you as well.

Let me give you an example--One of the things that the federal disability act did was make campuses more accessible for disabled students. Students in wheel chairs no longer have to worry about opening doors—all they have to do is push a button and the door swings open. What that means is that any student who has his/her hands full can push that same button. Although the automated doors were designed to benefit students with disabilities, they in fact benefit everyone including you.
When you improve the environment for some students, you improve it for all students. When a critical mass of black students was admitted to our colleges during the 60s, for the first time in this country, many working class white students were allowed in too. Diversity benefits everyone or as Jesse Jackson says, “a rising tide lifts all boats.”

Learn about your classmates histories

Daughter I want you to learn about your classmates histories and their stories and I want you to share yours. We are all products of our history, and in these histories we carry our DNA, all the time, passed on to us through generations. To deny this history, is to deny part of ourselves, our beings, for indeed we are very much shaped by the history lived by our forebears.

Diverse racial and ethnic groups have a different history in the United States, and therefore traveled very different paths to becoming part of the American Society. Lumping all minorities together is tantamount to stripping them of their collective histories, rich cultural heritage and unique experiences.

Consider the history of the U.S. as composed of multiple narratives, where glory for some might have meant poverty, disenfranchisement and oppression for others. I encourage you to search for the historical truth wherever that search might lead. You see daughter the world that you will inherit will be vastly different from the one that I grew up in. It is your generation that will have to find a way to live in peace in our multicultural world.

Parents can make a difference

Wouldn’t it be wonderful if parents had this type of conversation with their kids? I’m confident that if they did our campuses would be transformed overnight. If there was ever a place where students should be encouraged to leave their comfort zone, that place has to be a college campus. Institutions of higher education can be described as laboratories for learning. Students have multiple opportunities to explore, debate, engage, date, visit, room with—you name it—with people who are culturally different. We should encourage them to grow and to expand their knowledge about others. That is what college is all about.

You see I believe that parents must set an example. They must not only believe they can make a difference, they must choose to do so. Given the changing demographics in this country diversity is one of our greatest challenges, which also makes it one of our greatest opportunities. Diversity enriches the educational experience, promotes personal growth and it’s simply the right thing to do.


Parents can play a vital role in planting the seeds so that someday diversity and inclusion are just taken for granted. But they must start the conversation to make that reality possible.


Author Bio: Dr. Charles “Chuck” Taylor, author, speaker and diversity expert is currently a professor in the school of education at a Midwestern college. Although he has written and edited over 10 books, this is his first novel. Chuck has also written a full-length children’s musical, a highly acclaimed documentary on the Milwaukee, Wisconsin civil rights movement and continues to serve as a national consultant to college campuses in the areas of racial diversity and inclusion. Please visit his website for additional information: http://drcharlestaylor.com/about/

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Book Genre: Mystery Thriller
Publisher: Roar Enterprises, Inc.
Release Date: January, 2012


Book Description: A cross is burned in the yard of two black Lakeside University students. When campus
officials call the incident a harmless prank, both black and white student organizations, launch a series of protests to force the administration into conducting a full investigation.
Instead, the administration devises a divide and conquer scheme to create a rift between black and white students. Feel the tension mounting as the students react to the Administration’s response to the incident. As black students turn up the pressure, the campus stands on the verge of a racial explosion. Campus leaders must find a way out of the crisis so they seek the help of Dr. Wendell Oliver, the country’s leading expert in diffusing racial tension.
Watch Dr. Oliver as he masterfully guides the feuding students into looking beyond themselves on a weekend retreat that is filled with action, danger, sexual attraction, and racial conflict. Discover the hidden lessons that students learn about friendship, betrayal and forgiveness. Follow the love story as the plot unfolds. Experience this roller coaster ride of emotions for yourself! Learn the secret behind the cross burning as the leading character Gloria finds her voice.

Students come to realize that the cross burning is more than just about racism. Its wicked flames shed light on corrupt cops, complicit college administrators and misguided attitudes that point to a major cover up. When students finally piece the puzzle together, justice is served but it comes with a steep price. Lakeside University will never be the same again.


Excerpt One:

Enough was enough. Dean of Students, Todd Severson stormed into President David Horning’s office and slammed the door. “Sir, we need to do something!” Severson said, lowering himself into the chair across from Horning’s antique desk. “Your divide and conquer strategy is backfiring—we have to do something and do it fast, or this university will explode!”
President Horning glanced up from his coffee. “That’s a bit dramatic, Todd, don’t you think?”
Severson leaned forward in his chair and pressed his palms against the desktop. “A black student has just been attacked!” he said. “Classes are being disrupted. The police are running themselves ragged, trying to keep everything under control. Now we have threats of a major civil rights demonstration being held on our campus!”
Horning looked at Severson and frowned. “Why don’t you just calm down,” he said. “We’ve weathered crises before. This isn’t any different.”
Severson stared back, his jaw askew. “Sir, I beg to disagree! We may have been able to smooth things over in the past, but this is very different. This could turn violent—even more violent than it already has become. And it's just a matter of time before the media plasters this mess all over the front page.”
Before Horning could respond, his phone rang. As he reached to answer it, Severson stood to leave. “Hold on Todd. Let me get this. This might be the call that will get us out of this damn mess,” Horning said, as Severson paced the floor.
***

Three Weeks Earlier
It was a cool, cloudy Sunday night in early autumn. Two figures huddled in the shadows next to a small house, near the Lakeside University campus. They set to work quickly, and soon a sharp chemical odor drifted through the air.
“Man, this shit really stinks,” said the first one, muffling a cough in his gloved hand. “Are you sure this will work?”
“It has to,” said the second. “You heard what they said. We’ve got to take care of this tonight.” “Okay, okay,” said the first. “Just light the damn thing so I can make the call and we can get the hell out of here!”
***
Inside the small house, Lakeside University student Ashante Melashe was working on a recording for her broadcast engineering class. Just as she hit the record button, the shrill ring of the telephone echoed through the house. "Oh, no!” she moaned, “I forgot to turn off the ringer!” She pushed her chair back from the table. “Well, that’s another sound bite down the drain."
"I'm coming," she grumbled as the phone continued its loud summons. "Hello?"
"Look outside,” said a gruff, male voice. “You’ll see how we feel about niggers at Lakeside University."
"What did you just say? Who is this?"
"Just look outside, bitch."
“Is this some kind of joke?” Ashante asked, but the only answer was the dial tone.
Shaking her head in disgust, she took a deep breath and stepped out into the front yard. The shock of the flames sucked the air from her lungs in a choked gasp. A strange smell burned her eyes and throat. She stood frozen, glaring at the blaze of bright red and orange fire burning against the cold, black starless night.
Then the realization hit her with as much force as if someone had kicked her in the stomach. Suddenly she knew what she was staring at: a huge cross, whose wicked flames lit up the yard and filled her with soul wrenching horror.

 "Oh, my God," Ashante whispered. 







Wednesday, December 11, 2013

Inspiring Authors - Who's Your Favorite? Fun Is For Shallow People by Elizabeth Myrddin Book Tour & Giveaway

Elizabeth-Myrddin  

Fun Is For Shallow People
Elizabeth Myrddin


Authors That Have Inspired Me

What a loaded topic, right? We all have our favorites and over time, some authors may fall out of favor and new ones slip into their place. Or, authors from long ago can be discovered or re-discovered and zoom to the top of such a list. For this guest post, I’m going to pick a handful of authors who continue to influence and affect what I enjoy reading and whose books have inspired my Muse in an indelible fashion.

The below is in no particular chronological order, nor are they listed on a scale of importance.

Tennessee Williams: He wrote amazingly complex female characters that are appealing as well as appalling. All of his characters are flawed in ways both nuanced and obvious, and therefore relationships between characters are fascinating and perhaps also a little uncomfortable. He also wrote brilliant dialogue that is at times lyrical and poignant, and at other times reads like a sharp slap or a punch in the heart.

Tanith Lee: I slid down the dark fantasy rabbit hole with my first Tanith Lee novel (Book of the Damned) and I now have shelves of her books. Her writing is lush and vivid. Unusual twists abound and a strange sort of darkness glimmers around the edges of her stories and her characters, including those in the hero/heroine roles. Her Blood Opera series is my favorite and I’ve re-read those books many times over.

Ray Bradbury: Absorbing science fiction that is textured, colorful, and poetic. I started to read Bradbury in my childhood, and still love his writing. The Martian Chronicles is a beloved favorite.
Jacqueline Susann: Specifically, Valley of the Dolls. A pulpy, trashy, bitchy, book with intertwining storylines and more of those damaged, easy to love/easy to hate characterizations. Dishy, escapist reading, at its finest!

John Kennedy Toole I laughed myself silly at the first read of Confederacy of Dunces. This book marked a turning point in my writing preference as it sparked a fresh love for novels told from multiple POVs. In Confederacy, being in the heads of so many characters was one of the highlights of the novel. Each character was so clearly and cleverly written and the result was hilarious and satisfying.

Dorothy Parker: Brilliant wit, scathing turn of phrase, identifiable and relatable cynicism. What’s not to love?

Octavia E. Butler: Specifically, her Xenogenesis book trilogy. Otherworldly stories and characters. There is a depth and strangeness to her writing that has stayed with me, and I think it’s time to revisit her works again.

William Gibson: His books are absorbing and I find his writing style to be compelling and engaging. Of all his books I’ve read, I have a special kind of love for Neuromancer and Pattern Recognition.

Oscar Wilde: The master of the shrewd bon mot as well as the scathing observation – sometimes in the same quip! The Picture of Dorian Gray is a masterpiece, and each time I read it, I discover new gems of pith and truth.

Clark Ashton Smith/H.P. Lovecraft/Arthur Machen: A fabulous trifecta of authors who have written ornate horror and dark fantasy tales that are filled with unknown things that lurk and loom. Wonderful and inspiring.

F. Scott Fitzgerald: I am a Fitzgerald fangirl. There is just something about his writing that draws me in. I lose myself in his stories and spiral downward with his characters into whatever dark night of the soul they are experiencing. The Beautiful and Damned is my favorite.

Agatha Christie/Ruth Rendell: I’d be remiss if I failed to add a couple mystery writers. There are so many, but these two have left the deepest mark on me and both stimulated my interest in writing mysteries.




Me Oct 2013Elizabeth Myrddin works, lives, and plays in beautiful San Francisco. She writes for enjoyment and because the individuals and experiences that pepper her life, for good or for ill, inspire her. Although her writing tends to lurk on the darker side of storytelling, she finds the soft-boiled pulp mystery subgenre appealing. Fun Is For Shallow People is her first full-length novel. The penning of Part Two of the story is already in progress.

Author Links

Writing blog: inkyheels.wordpress.com
Facebook: facebook.com/InkyHeels
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/user/show/7362068-elizabeth-myrddin
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Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18654243-fun-is-for-shallow-people
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Fun-Shallow-People-Elizabeth-Myrddin/dp/1492807532/


Book Genre: Mystery
Publisher: CreateSpace, self-published.
Release Date: September 29, 2013
Buy Link(s): http://www.amazon.com/Fun-Shallow-People-Elizabeth-Myrddin/dp/1492807532/ https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18654243-fun-is-for-shallow-people https://www.createspace.com/4455452

Book Description:

Parlors, petticoats, and poison! A half-empty bottle of absinthe and a dead man in costume are found in a drifting rowboat. As Detectives Ted Rose and Alexa Sheldon unravel intrigue and ferret out motive, they bump up against the heaving bosom of theatrics that is the Laurel Bay Costume Society. Soon, a group of suspects emerge from the clique of unconventional people. Two beautiful women seek to influence the proceedings. One is Trina, the blond, wanna-be femme fatale. The other is Yvette, the cunning, red-haired scene queen. Yvette and Trina turn their battle for social standing among peers into an extreme sport as they try to sway the investigation. Ted and Alexa are determined to out-maneuver the manipulators in order to crack the case.


Excerpt

 
They entered the flat and Ted spent a few moments taking it in. The front room resembled a cluttered Victorian parlor. Memento mori décor dominated the space. A row of antique cabinets lined one wall – one a large taxidermy display filled with stuffed birds and reptiles, a black rabbit sitting on its haunches, and a sleeping fox. The other cases held old-fashioned apothecary containers, teacups, and various other decorative items – all vintage looking. The décor in the room was overwrought, but he was fascinated by the more macabre items, one of which was a large casket in a corner propped on end being used as a sort of open closet for wigs, hats, scarves, and gloves.
Ted watched Yvette closely as he asked, “You know a Nathan Collier, correct?”
She narrowed her eyes. “Nathan is my ex-husband. We’ve been divorced for a short while, and we travel in the same social circles, but only out of necessity. Whatever trouble he’s in, I don’t want any part of it.”
As she spoke, Yvette straightened her posture and tilted her chin slightly upward. Her attitude made it clear she wanted to exhibit disdain, which she did in an exaggerated fashion that was almost comical. With an affected gesture, she tossed her long hair behind her shoulders and awarded Ted a polite smile.
He scrutinized Yvette, his gut pinging. The way she talked and presented herself mirrored that of the Meryl Streep character in She-Devil. Instead of blond hair like Streep in that movie, Yvette’s was a bold plum red, long and wavy. What was that character’s name?
After Yvette breathed a heavy sigh, she said, “I’d really like to finish my makeup. Please continue with this business of yours, whatever it is.”
“At the park event on Sunday, did you notice Mr. Collier or anyone else missing at any time?” asked Alexa.
A frown creased Yvette’s forehead. “I am the organizer and hostess for that event. I had too much going on to pay attention to Nathan’s whereabouts. He was probably screwing around somewhere, which would be typical. And I certainly can’t recall the location of everyone else. I was focused on my poetry recitation and those of the others who participated.”
“Where did you go after you left the park?” pressed Alexa. “Did you return home or go elsewhere that same night? If you were with another person, we’ll need him or her to verify your whereabouts.”
Yvette raised her eyebrows in surprise and stiffened. She replied as though affronted. “After the event ended at four, I returned here to change out of my Mary Shelley costume. Then I met up with my current paramour, Gabriel, at his place at about six or seven for supper. We stayed in at his apartment the rest of the night and I returned home the next afternoon.” Yvette gestured to a nearby couch, “Would you two care to sit? I get the impression this might take a while.”


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Saturday, October 26, 2013

Cupcakes Aren't Just For Eating by Laina Turner (Book Tour & Giveaway)




Laina Turner Mystery Tour
@lturnermolaski 

About The Author:


Who am I? It kind of depends on the day. I am a human compendium of unrelated things. I used to think I was just weird, had shiny ball syndrome and couldn’t focus, scattered, you name it. Then I decided it was OK to be all over the place as long as each avenue I wanted to explore had meaning and purpose or was fun. So I embrace the fact I am a college professor, a writer of fiction and non-fiction, promoter of other authors, human resource professional, business consultant, mom, and all around interesting person (according to my closest friends).


When I’m not working toward my goals I like, ok fine, LOVE wine, coffee, shopping, and books. I enjoy my kids, they are awesome. I hate the cold but yet live in the mid-west. Vegas is one of my favorite spots as I love to people watch and if I ever get married again it will definitely be in a drive through chapel by a fake Elvis.

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Genre: Mystery Suspense
Publisher: Five Seas Ink
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Book Description:

Trixie, Berklie, and Sophie are enjoying the success of their bookstore/coffee shop/wine bar, Read-Wine, and planning for Sophie’s upcoming wedding when they start receiving hang up calls. At first they chalk it up to a wrong number but soon the caller reveals himself. It’s Stephen making good on his threat. He wants his money back. The fact that the police confiscated it doesn’t matter to him. He wants it back and has given them a deadline. A deadline they need to meet before anyone else ends up dead.

Finding out Sophie’s fiancé isn’t who he says he is a shock but his alter ego might come in handy getting Stephen to leave them alone. But with this much money at stake will he? Or are they in danger?












Sunday, July 28, 2013

Free Kindle Download: Buzz Kill by Teresa Trent (July 25 - 28)




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July 25 - 28


Buzz Kill
by Teresa Trent


Genre: Cozy Mystery
Release Date: July 2013




Book Description:


Betsy Livingston is planning a wedding so what could go wrong? After publishing a recipe for homemade calamine lotion in the newspaper, the ladies in the community church make a large batch. Everyone loves the stuff until someone in Pecan Bayou is found dead after using it. The town points to Betsy and she starts rethinking her whole career as a helpful hints columnist. Now she must clear her own name in between dress-fitting, cake-tasting, and all those things that turn a bride into a bridezilla. Is Betsy at fault or could there be something else that leads her down the aisle to murder?





Excerpt:

“Okay now, let’s see.” Mr. Andre lowered his head, revealing the roots of his mousse-spiked, bleached hair. He wore a dark maroon suit with a matching jewel-toned silk shirt unbuttoned midway, showing sparse hair on his skinny chest. “Do you have a photographer?”
“Yes,” I ventured.
“No,” Aunt Maggie cut in. “She has some guy who shoots kiddie team pictures.”
“Oh my.” Andre circled something on his clipboard. “No photographer.”
“And you’ve gone for a wedding cake tasting?”
“A tasting? I think I already know what vanilla and chocolate tastes like by now.”
Andre shook his head as if I were a child. “No, my dear. You will be pleased to find out there are other flavors like white amaretto, champagne – girl, you can even get peanut butter if that’s what floats your boat. So I take it you haven’t had a cake-tasting session?”
“You would be correct,” I replied.
“I see.” He circled another line. “And your flowers?”
“She’s using Lenny Stokes, and she’s already put a deposit down,” Aunt Maggie said.
Andre grimaced.
“I see. I’ll need his number and address so I can get in contact with him to put him on my approved vendors list.” He circled another line. “And what is the venue?”
“We are going to have the ceremony at the community church.”
Andre’s eyebrows raised as he nodded and smiled. I had finally done something right.
“Do you have any kind of documentation on this?” he asked.
“Not officially, no,” I said. “I have talked to the pastor about it, though and he says it’s open. We live in a small town, Andre. Documentation isn’t always required.”
“Mr. Andre,” he corrected.
“We just don’t have the same kinds of waiting lists like there are in the big city.”
He clutched his hand to his chest. “Well, that’s a relief.”
“And your invitations?”
“We weren’t going to send those out until mid-January. We were afraid people would lose them. I have them ordered.” Mr. Andre’s eyes slanted toward me. “Well, they’re not exactly ordered, but I do have them picked out.”
A pause hung in the air as Mr. Andre summoned up the strength to go on. “Are you sure we’re planning a wedding and not some kind of country barbecue where they cook a pig over a spit?” He clasped his hands together in front of him to emphasize his point. “You are in crisis mode, Madame Happy Hinter.”
I gulped. So maybe, just maybe, I hadn’t nailed down enough of the details. I felt a tear escape onto my cheek. Andre, used to overwhelmed brides, reached over to a satin-covered tissue box and slapped it down on the table in front of me.
“Dry your eyes, sweetie. We’ve got work to do,” he said. “You should know what a lucky girl you are. I just removed myself from a wedding on the same day. No one – I repeat, no one – does a wedding like Mr. Andre, but even I have my limits on troublesome brides and monster mothers. As fate would have it, I’m yours.”
He walked over to a filing cabinet and pulled out a large white leather binder. Mr. Andre’s picture was on the front, and underneath that, “Weddings Exclusively by Mr. Andre” was embossed in gold lettering.
“I don’t care what religion you are,” he said. “This, lovey, is your new bible. Carry this with you everywhere and fill it with notes, questions, business cards, quotes and everything – I mean everything – that has to do with your wedding. Is that clear?”
“Yes, sir,” I said and saluted before I could stop myself. Aunt Maggie broke out into a laugh, but Mr. Andre turned quickly, fixing his eyes on her. She quickly stifled her reaction and stood up a little straighter, becoming just another draftee in the world of white satin.




Tuesday, July 23, 2013

Promotion & Giveaway: The Crimson Key by Wes Dodd


The Crimson Key
by Wes Dodd



Wes Dodd was born in Lynchburg, Virginia in 1958, currently residing in Southside Virginia. He has two daughters and three grandchildren. Within the last couple years he has discovered a passion for creating and breathing life into great stories. He has published three novels: The Crimson Key, a mystery, The Secret Guardian, fantasy and Saving Faith, a romantic thriller.









The Crimson Key
Genre:Mystery
Publisher: Outskirt Press
Release Date: July 2012

Book Description:

David Paige, a young detective from Charleston, S.C., is about to embark on an investigation of a lifetime—his own. After an unexpected tragedy shatters his perfect world, he discovers that his mother had been keeping a life-long secret from him, revealing that he is not who he believed he was. With no family member to turn to, David has to rely on his detective skills and a mysterious item left to him from his mother—a crimson-colored key.

The search for the truth takes David to New York City, where he runs head on into lies, deception and murder, all in an attempt to cover up a string of dreadful crimes. Then if this is not enough to deal with, he falls for the daughter of a prominent man, both sharing an undeniable attraction—which complicates his life even further.

It isn’t until a near-death experience, and help from his mother through several frightening nightmares, that the pieces of the puzzle finally begin to come together. The Crimson Key ultimately unveils many secrets, surprising many people including David—opening his eyes and heart as well.


Chapter 1

On a dark mid-November night in 1986, rain fell hard from the black sky above, rain bitterly cold like liquid ice. The fierce wind whipped it in sheets, punishing anything in its path. On the outskirts of Philadelphia in a suburban neighborhood, a fiery red Z28 slowly pulled to a curb in front of a small three-bedroom, single-story brick house. The driver, a distraught young woman, slowly leaned forward, resting her head on the leather-covered steering wheel. She cried uncontrollably. A few minutes passed before she finally reached up and turned off the ignition, silencing the motor and radio just as Michael Jackson’s Thriller was ending. She sat up straight once again, wiping her face in an attempt to regain her composure for the clandestine mission ahead of her. She cast a pair of glassy eyes to her right, drawn to a small basket much like a picnic basket in the dark leather seat beside her. While she gazed relentlessly at the basket, she realized once again that she had made the right decision.

Alice Paige rose up in her bed, awakened by a pounding on her door. She peered at the clock—1:07 a.m. She carefully placed her book on the nightstand, the book she was reading when she drifted off. “Who is at my door at one in the morning?” she thought to herself as she slipped on her heavy brown robe. Reaching the front door, she pulled the curtain back carefully, just enough to peek outside. Though the front was dimly lit and the rain poured down, she instantly recognized the figure that stood on her front stoop. The long blonde hair and familiar curvatures of her slender face could be but one person. Alice slowly opened the door and invited her twin sister, Amber, inside.

Alice and Amber were identical twins at birth, though now complete opposites in many ways. Alice had light ash brown hair that she kept very short. She never wore makeup and was considered plain-looking and ordinary in her ways. Amber, on the other hand, was gifted with rare beauty and a voluptuous figure. She did very well in beauty pageants and at age eighteen went off to New York City in pursuit of a modeling career. Alice remained hidden in her shadow.

Amber entered slowly, carrying an odd-looking basket covered entirely with a blue blanket, wet from the rain. She tugged a large suitcase on wheels that seemed to be very heavy. She sat the basket down gingerly, as if what lay hidden within might be fragile. Amber then fell into her sister’s arms, releasing a flood of emotions. She hugged Alice tightly, clinging firmly to her as if hanging on for dear life.   





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