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Sunday, March 15, 2015

#TAG Coming Soon!

Hello world! It's been a while since I've posted anything on this blog. I hope you're all still avid readers, not only because I'm posting a fresh blog, but also because I'm publishing a new novel! #TAG should be ready for release in April!

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In the desolate farm-town of Grand Isle, Maine, a darkness plagues the small town when women begin to go missing. Mysterious Tag Team serial killers, Blake and Cyrus, claim the area as their new stomping ground and no one would be safe.
But nothing ever goes as planned. The game becomes far more interesting than ever before when Blake begins an unhealthy obsession with his latest victim. The partners no longer see eye to eye when Blake no longer wants to play. Cyrus refuses to allow him to leave the morbid game and turns the tables against him. When faced with being framed for the crimes of his partner, Blake must find a way to save his own skin or be forced to participate in Cyrus's gruesome crusade.
This poetic game of cat and mouse sends the entire state of Maine into a panic as murders reach an all time high and another innocent woman, the only surviving woman ever to have seen one of the killers and the target of Blake's unhealthy obsession, is now in protective custody. But no one is safe when the riddle maker opens his book and leaves clues to the latest victim for Blake to find before the police.
Blake loses his mind as he winds up stuck in the middle of the game that wont let go and the woman who's just out of reach all while dodging the one man who can destroy him forever. The man who has the woman he must get back.
Will Cyrus find her first? Will he make her part of the game? Will Blake be forced to clean up the mess or die fighting?
...Coming Soon.

Monday, November 17, 2014

Bag of Bones

Deep under the earth, the clock knows no bounds. Rotting in chains, awaiting the devil's hounds. Sweltering in the soil so close. The one to call, flaming and gross. Spells abound, mumbled and cursed. Spat from scaly lips, tightly pursed. Should the ground split, part open or ply. Hell will give birth, demons will fly. She cannot be set free from earth or stone. For she will come calling, she lives for your bones.

Tuesday, November 11, 2014

Hostage sample

Ivy glanced into the smoky spot light and grinned. It didn't even bother her that her heels were now stained with beer. In front of the mic was where she belonged. Even if it was in front of 86 over worked, drunken slobs.

Her fingers rolled over the taught strings of her guitar and she took a deep breath....

~Kara Stefanowich 'Hostage'

The Escape

She struggled to get to her feet. Her back was killing her and her knees were bleeding.

She squinted as she looked around. It was dark here, always so dark. She hadn't seen the sun in days. Everything here was so strange. She began to wonder how long she' been adrift.

She looked out over the purple sea to find that same moon that had followed her throughout the darkness....
#art #inspiration

~Kara Stefanowich

Love and War

He looked down at his hands. Closing his eyes tightly, he focused on the details of what he knew he had to do.

It was always a struggle. Being born into a world of war. Never having a family, never having friends, it made him crazy. What was it for if not for love or happiness?

He opened his eyes and looked through the fiery clouds beneath his feet. For peace, he thought. It was all for peace. ...

He used his sub angelic powers to see through the ash and smoke to the mortals millions of miles below.

What a waste of life. He glanced from place to place, from one end of the earth to the next. They're given everything they need to flourish and still they choose to self destruct. He clenched his fists and bowed his head in sadness....
~Kara Stefanowich


Even as his heart beats no more, he burns with ache of love lost. Not death nor hell can dig their claws so deep as this. His gray skin, already cold with decay is pummeled by tears from heaven. He is forsaken. He is not allowed.