January 12, 2026

Amy and Diedra are best friends, maybe more, something always seems to be in the way every time an opportunity to explore the possibilities arise. Dave Plasko is serving a long sentence at Huntsville state prison, and after that he will be transferred to New York to serve more time. Rebbeca Monet is working her way up the ladder of success in the television reporter game. A hurricane of epic proportions is heading towards Mobile Alabama. The lives of the people involved will never be the same again… #Crime #Drama #Action #Readers #DellSweet #KDP #KU

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Over a glass of wine, their laughter echoed, light and carefree at first. They reminisced about their shared experiences, the inside jokes that only they understood, and the moments that had solidified their bond. However, as the night wore on, the playful teasing turned into something deeper. The atmosphere shifted, charged with a magnetic pull that drew them closer.

Deidra reached out, brushing her fingertips against Amy’s arm, igniting a spark that sent shivers down both their spines. It was a simple gesture, yet it carried the weight of unexpressed feelings. Amy looked into Deidra’s eyes, searching for the courage to acknowledge the connection that had been simmering beneath the surface for so long. The world around them faded away, leaving only the two of them suspended in an intoxicating moment of possibility.

With a breathless whisper, Deidra broke the silence, her voice barely above a murmur. “Have you ever wondered what it would be like… between us?” The question hung in the air, heavy with significance. Amy’s heart raced as she nodded slowly, her cheeks flushing with warmth. It was a question they had both danced around for too long, and now, the truth was finally laid bare.

In that instant, they both leaned in, their lips meeting in a tentative kiss that ignited a fire within them. The kiss was soft at first, a gentle exploration of newfound territory, but it quickly deepened, fueled by the passion that had been building for so long. Their bodies pressed together, a perfect fit, as they lost themselves in the moment.

As they explored each other’s lips, the world outside ceased to exist. Their hands wandered, tracing the curves and contours of each other’s bodies with a mix of reverence and urgency. Each touch was electric, sending waves of warmth coursing through them, igniting a flame that consumed them both. They reveled in the intoxicating sensation of skin against skin, the thrill of vulnerability that came with surrendering to their desires.

The room transformed into their sanctuary, a space where they could be entirely themselves without fear or judgment. They shared hushed laughter and tender whispers, their breaths mingling as they discovered the beauty of intimacy. With every caress, they delved deeper into each other’s souls, exploring not just the physical connection but the emotional tapestry that bound them together.

In the heat of the moment, they uncovered secrets and dreams, weaving them into a tapestry of shared experiences. It was a dance of trust and affection, a celebration of everything they had been to each other and everything they could become. They lost track of time, enveloped in each other’s warmth, their bodies moving in perfect harmony like a well-rehearsed choreography.

Neither heard the cell as it continually vibrated and buzzed in Amy’s crumpled school skirt pocket next to the bed

As the night unfolded, they embraced the whirlwind of emotions swirling within them—a blend of excitement, tenderness, and the thrill of the unknown. They knew they had crossed a threshold, stepping into a new chapter of their lives, forever changed by this shared experience. In the quiet aftermath, as they lay entwined, they realized that what had begun as a simple friendship had blossomed into something beautifully profound—a love that would continue to grow, nourished by the intimacy they had discovered together…


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The ancient clan in prehistoric Europe, 85,000 years ago, faced a devastating attack that forced them out of their high stone shelter. With many losses, particularly among the young and elderly, they realized the crucial role fire played in their survival. The strongest members of the clan took charge and decided to send out hunters to retrieve fire from a new source, while the rest of the clan remained behind, anxiously awaiting the return of their life-sustaining flame… #Readers #Prehistoric #Paleolithic #Booklovers #Bookworms #Archaic #Neanderthal #Denisovan #CroMagnon

Lyrics Copyright © Wendell G. Sweet 2006 ♪ ♫ ♪ Date Written; 10-01-2006

Song Title: A Minor Style: Rock – Alt

Intro I don’t know anything I thought I knew… It’s like my life was stuck in A Minor or something… Instrumental——–Pick up main———————————————————-

Verse One: I spend most of my time filling the holes in my head. Sitting in this cell thinking about the life I’ve lead. It’s all free food and therapy, but I may as well pay for something I can see… This room has a view but all I really wanna do is talk to you… It’s been so long… How could that be wrong? (spoken) Everything we had was based on sex money and lies. When you left you took it all… Nothing to keep but alibis…

Bridge One: What I kept don’t amount to much, but I was never fixed in this world anyway… I’m just sitting here waiting on a bus for the next… May as well take my time, I got… Plenty of it… Sometimes it runs late… But I ain’t entertaining offers while I wait.

Hook One: I could never tell you nothin’ real. It was all about me all of the time. It was easier to hide the way I feel, like you were talking on my dime. I used to believe it was easier to hold it all inside… I never gave you anything… And I know how hard you tried…

Instrumental———————–Into Verse Two——————————————

Verse Two: (spoken) I Just want to make this right before I go. Pay my bill or at least knock it down, I don’t know. I wish I could set you free from what I’ve done, but I figured it out, you ain’t the only one… (sung) That bus is still running behind and sometimes I get so tired of standing here looking stupid… (spoken) What the hell am I hoping to find… Anyway…

Bridge Two: (sung) Thought about hoping a train… Getting there quicker… But thinking like that only makes me sicker… It’s like my life is stuck in A Minor or something… I don’t know what to do about it, but I know I gotta do something…

Hook Two: So maybe I could tell you something real… It’s a hell of a deal… But I can’t hide myself inside.. I need something to call mine… If we never really had it, what was it we pretended? Was it over long before us or only started once it ended?

Instrumental———–Finger picked back to Verse Structure———————–

Verse Three: Anyway, I just had to write this out… Learn to walk before I fall again. I’ve been working on living, cleaning up some of this sin, but I don’t know… What’s the use in being me if what I was is all you see? Where’s the good in change if the world’s still strange? It’s like I’m still stuck in A Minor or something… I don’t know what to do about it, but I know I’ve got to do something.

Bridge Three: Can’t stand up… Keep falling down… And the little ball keeps spinning around Livin’ my life in blue… … … Tell me what I can do…?

Hook Three: But I could never tell you nothin’ real… And I ain’t sayin’ nothin new… It was easier to hide the way I feel… Can you see it the same way too? If we never really had it, what was it you pretended… Tell me, how long will it be ’til this broken life is ended…?

Xtro: I don’t know anything I thought I knew… I don’t know… I don’t know anything I thought I knew…

Instrumental———-Finger picked to stop————————————————-

Principal Chords: Written In C Major Played from A Minor. Instrumental piece… Am= Am – A4th – Am – A9th +7th – Am = 8 beats Dm= Dm – D4th – Dm – D9th +7th -Dm = 8 beats Intro/Xtro Am G Dm F Fma7th Am G Dm Am Dm Am Verse Dm Am Dm Am Bridge C G Dm F Fma7th C G Am F FMa7th C G Am F FMa7th C G Am F Fma7th C Hook G Am F FMa7th C G Am F Fma7th Am G Dm Or Alt C G Dm F Fma7th C G Dm F Fma7th C G Am F Fma7th Am

Why I Wrote It: This is the first song I ever wrote. It was written around October 1st 2006. I was teaching a music class and one of the students thought we should write our own songs to perform at the coming Christmas show. This song is about my life before prison. What changed inside of me in prison because of the people I came in contact with, and because I was tired of being me. Also, I was sober. Something I had not been for over thirty years at the time I came to prison in 2002.

There is music for these lyrics. I’m writing this in October of 2012 as a free man after ten years in prison. Yes, it’s very long, about nine to eleven minuets depending on the instrumentals. It should be here somewhere recorded as should the sheet music…

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He continued his movement, a fluid, silent grace that belied the years of brutal confinement. Each step was measured, deliberate, his senses on high alert. The facility, once a labyrinth of oppression, was now a conquered territory, its secrets laid bare, its weaknesses exploited. He ran a hand along the cool, unforgiving surface, feeling the grit and grime, the echoes of countless lives lived and lost within these walls. But now, it was different. This texture was not a symbol of his imprisonment, but a testament to his resilience.
The prison uniform, now discarded in a shadowed alcove, lay like a discarded skin, a molted shell of a former self. It was a stark visual representation of his transformation, a physical shedding of the past. #Crime #Suspense #Thriller #Drama #Kindle #Amazon #Audible

The Wastelands are the ruins of America after the biggest extinction event in 75,000 years hit the planet Earth. Billions of people died, those that didn’t had no help because the governments, military all crumbled and fell apart.

But a virus was born during the destruction and bred in the billions of bodies. A virus that reanimates the dead. Some believe the world governments released it, some believe it was developed and nurtured by nature, just an occurrence that was bound to happen. It wouldn’t be the first time that the human race was nearly toppled by a virus, after all. Meet the survivors and their daily struggels to stay alive as they make their way through the destruction in search of other survivors, food, and water… #ApocalypticFiction #Horror #Readers #ProphetX #SameWolfe #ZombieFiction

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