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Live in the madness with Bill as he relives the night of his wife Clara’s murder….

Find out how madness carried Bill to his very core….

Available on Kindle now! $1.99

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Only If by Ariana R. Cherry opens with Bill, an elderly dishevelled man, ranting to himself in his jail cell. He has been accused and found guilty of the murder of his wife, Clara. Bill, however, won’t accept he is in any way to blame, and over time begins to believe he has been framed by a dark lord, masquerading as his friend. To the courts and prison guards, Bill’s actions on the night of the murder and his behaviour and actions afterwards are a sign that he is mad, but to Bill, it is his situation that is madness and the dark lord, the evil one … not he. Sadly, Bill knows his only hope of escaping the confines of his cell and the madness is to either commit suicide or to find a way to seek vengeance on the dark lord, but that would mean having to eliminate him.

I applaud Ariana R. Cherry for not wasting words as her short sentences throughout Only If cleverly draw the reader into the protagonist’s frame of mind and his wild thoughts, thus adding impact to the poetic verse. Furthermore, I believe the author’s use of cantos and powerful images to divide each section, not only help to create the mood but also make Only If an intriguing page-turner. To conclude Bill’s story, Ariana R. Cherry gives us an insight into Clara’s story from beyond the grave as an appetiser to her next book. I found this to be a very intriguing concept. Only If will appeal to many fans, whether they love short stories, stories written in poetic verse or horror stories.

Only If by Ariana R. Cherry opens with Bill, an elderly dishevelled man, ranting to himself in his jail cell. He has been accused and found guilty of the murder of his wife, Clara. Bill, however, won’t accept he is in any way to blame, and over time begins to believe he has been framed by a dark lord, masquerading as his friend. To the courts and prison guards, Bill’s actions on the night of the murder and his behaviour and actions afterwards are a sign that he is mad, but to Bill, it is his situation that is madness and the dark lord, the evil one … not he. Sadly, Bill knows his only hope of escaping the confines of his cell and the madness is to either commit suicide or to find a way to seek vengeance on the dark lord, but that would mean having to eliminate him.

I applaud Ariana R. Cherry for not wasting words as her short sentences throughout Only If cleverly draw the reader into the protagonist’s frame of mind and his wild thoughts, thus adding impact to the poetic verse. Furthermore, I believe the author’s use of cantos and powerful images to divide each section, not only help to create the mood but also make Only If an intriguing page-turner. To conclude Bill’s story, Ariana R. Cherry gives us an insight into Clara’s story from beyond the grave as an appetiser to her next book. I found this to be a very intriguing concept. Only If will appeal to many fans, whether they love short stories, stories written in poetic verse or horror stories.

 

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…..Horror gets a bad vibe sometimes…. People ask – “Why do you write about horror?” “What got you involved in the “dark side?” …. 

–First of all….”The dark side?” – All of us “involved,” aren’t necessarily evil. Nor, are we bad people. Many of us are kind loving individuals who just happen to be very creative.

We have imaginations that take us to all those places that others are afraid to visit – or can not visit….Some of us had things happen in life – that inspired the stories that we write.

And then there are others that just like to entertain – because it is fun. And – there are people who just love being scared. It is a fact.

“But isn’t writing about horror a sin?”

-No. It is not a sin. Nowhere in the Bible does it say that a person can’t write horror….

There are tons of scary movies in Hollywood and people watch them everyday. – Many of those Hollywood producers and actors aren’t getting condemed. So why hassle a horror author?

…and not everything that I write is dark. Often – I try to tell a story, provide insight or shed some inspiration to others through my writing.  I have written inspirational, humorous and horror.

Aren’t many horror authors involved in witch-craft?

Ummm….no. In fact, many of us are loving Christians…. hard to believe, huh?

My close friends and family who know me – know that I am a very kind, compassionate and loving  person. I go out of my way to help others and I love and care for those I am close to. I just like to write about scary things sometimes because it is fun. And I like to believe my writing is a gift….I love to write… so why not share it with the world? – even if some of it is kind of scary to read with the lights out…

.….even in those darkest moments -there is a light on…..somewhere….

Writers’ gifts and imagination are not a sin……. We love to share our scary tales – and we love and care for the fans who do so…..


 

 

My short epic poetry tale, Only If is now available for purchase at Amazon….                           Check out the sypnosis and preview below. 

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“Only If” tells the horrific tale of Billy, who has gone crazy from sitting in a jail cell for years and blamed for the murder of his wife… Throughout the years, he relives that specifionlyiffrontcoverc night, when he lost his beloved wife, Clara. Stuck in a jail cell, locked away from everyone who had loved him and a memory that continues to haunt him each waking day. To most, he looks and sounds to be a crazy lunatic murderer, but deep down, Billy is just a scarred man with graphic disturbing memories that carry him to the edge of his sanity.

Written in a poetic epic style, “Only If” will surely entice the reader to join Billy down memory lane and experience the tragedy that brought him to this very moment in life.

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  • ISBN-10: 1537544039
  • $6.99+ s/h

 

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PREVIEW: CANTO 1

The wind howled at his throat as he sulked silently.

There was nothing else for him to do, as he lay in his uncomfortable ratty bed,

staring at the dirty ceiling up above.
Bill had been here for years, without a glimpse of the outside world.

His shaggy unruly blonde mane proved it too.

The only sight he had was through the minute window bars of his cell.

His tall gaunt frame stood up and paced, feeling crazy.

Here he was, trapped in this chamber, without a word from the people he once loved.
“Have I not gone crazy to be a gunman?

Am I insane to the hurt I have pursued?” he muttered….

I haven’t uttered a word for years, I won’t talk, I can’t, he thought to himself…
“So much pain that it’s worthless to even talk about.

Only if I didn’t. Why was I crazy?” he whispered, gripping the cold iron bars.

Only death upon one’s self sounds like a miracle, his mad thoughts provoked him.

His lifeless hands gripped the icy bars as he stared silently

and watched the guilty suspects come through and resist.

I once had innocence…until now, Bill thought to himself

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(A PEAK INTO “ONLY IF”)
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The wind howled at his throat as he sulked silently.
There was nothing else for him to do,
as he lied in his uncomfortable ratty bed,
staring at the dirty ceiling up above.

Billy had been here for years, without a glimpse of the outside world.
The only sight he had was through the
minute window bars of his cell.

He got up and paced, feeling crazy…
Here he was, trapped in this chamber,
without a word from the people
he once loved…

Have I not gone gone crazy to be a gunman?
Am I insane to the hurt I have pursed?” he muttered….

I haven’t uttered a word for years, I won’t talk, I can’t!
He thought to himself…

So much pain that it’s worthless to even talk about.”

Only if I didn’t.

Why was I crazy?” he whispered, gripping the cold iron bars…..

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I am excited to share with you another book project I am working on. I am revamping an old epic poem I wrote back from when I was in junior high. It is a horror/murder mystery that I wrote after being exposed to Edgar Allen Poe for the first time.

We had just finished reading, “The Tell-Tale Heart,” and it inspired me to write this descriptive epic poem…. I still have it saved and I am rewriting it with the knowledge and experience I have now. It was titled, “Only If,” but I may change that – as I am editing a great deal of it – but I feel it will be quite awesome when it is finished…

It is a horror/murder story…

Stay tuned!

I can’t wait to share it with all of you when it is completed

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Awhile back, I spoke of a disturbing dream I had about an infected zombie race…No, I didn’t watch any scary movies, watch The Walking Dead or read any scary books….The dream felt quite real and I could experience sight, smell and sounds…..yet again, I have a pretty good imagination……I was told I should write about this dream…as it stayed with me for a couple days…..This poem is a little disturbing from my other ones….and it gets off the track of my collection of Fallen and Risen Angels that I am working on…..proceed…with caution….

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Life After the Zombie Apocalypse
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In the aftermath of a horrific battle,
The gory dreadful clean-up began…

The Earth’s people were worn from the endless fighting…
Corpse-like bodies, torn with shame and broken lost souls roamed the lands,
Hungry for one last taste of life.

The zombies claimed our homes, turning them into their own personal caskets,
while we hid in the alleys like wild animals, often hungry and cold, but our guards up-
Well aware… As we feared the sickness that would claim our souls.

Their voices moaned out,
Eyes listless,cold and lifeless…

The grace for life was dead…
But those corpse-like bodies stiffly carried their monstrous virus.
We all thought this was the end…

And then the victors rose from the deadly flames,
An unknown identity, glowing hand of life,
reached down to the broken lands,
pulling in from the highest heavens and wiped the bloody slate clean,
leaving only a few mortified zombies listless –
in a blank stare of complacency…

Was it a miracle…?
Or perhaps the hand of God?
Some of us had lost hope.

Since the visitor laid down his hand,
There are those that stand here with a look of wonder and horror.
The last of the stubborn zombies are frozen….
Remaining stagnant and earthbound as the horrific clean-up continues.

The guts and gore still stain our hands
and the ashes of their bodies still blow in the wind-
for they are not worthy of rising up for sacrifice.
They only need to be buried into the cold grounds of impurities.

One day, the light of the world will shine,
and the stares of complatency will disappear.
The monstrous virus will dissipate
and the smokey breeze will no longer freeze our tired bones.

Since the glowing hand of life wiped away the zombie race,
Those of us will always know,
what is is like to stare death in the face.

– Ariana R. Cherry 2016

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Master of Nightmares

Slow enticing deep down dread
filled the empty thoughts
in the young girl’s head.

All of the bustling noise that she once heard,
now lay stagnant and silent,
while waiting for the screams
of those screaming in writhing pain
dripping a fury blood red.

The intoxicating, frightening dreams
that shook and cradled her broken heart
literally tore apart her satin silk sheets
at their fragile seams.

Darkness arose with the cold airy room,
tugging at the young frightened girl,
filling her with an impending doom.

In a strange mental awareness
with an unappealing feeling,
the horrible nightmare left her trembling to her knees,
to the point of kneeling…

Kneeling to the master of nightmares
who rules the invisible kingdom
within the unseen darkness without cares.

A cold unwanted touch
by a thin skeletal finger
is not at all what the young girl
hoped for all that much…

The short pull of her long beautiful blonde hair
when she tried to tug away from the cold darkness
that lurked in the heavy air.

A long awaited entry from the nightmare master
was one of the most things feared from her.

Once embraced by the sliver of the icy chill,
His sunken dark eyes give her an unwanted thrill…

“Come hither,” he speaks
“For the night is undone,
there is more beyond this nightmare of fun…”

Disappearing into the haunted darkness,
the master continues his promised stay,
taking the young girl’s shaking small hand
and carrying her away…

Until sunlight awakens her home land.

-Ariana R. Cherry 2015

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-Ariana