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VICTORIAN CHRISTMAS

Hello fellow literary minded friends. As I sat down to prepare drafting my research paper for Gothic Literature I had a great idea (or at least I think it is 🙂 Let’s celebrate the Gothic literary tradition this Christmas season with an entire month dedicated to poetry, short stories, essays, and chapter excerpts that contain elements of the gothic. What could be better than a Victorian Christmas?

What the heck is the gothic literary tradtion you may (or may not) be asking. Characteristics include but are not limited to the supernatural, repression, degeneration, mystery, the confllict between new and old world thinking, the “uncanny” (when the unfamiliar becomes familiar) passion verse reason, the monsterous woman, the tyrannical man, male and female gender issues, the criminal man, evolution, progression, technology, science and medicine. Classic examples include Dracula, Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, Frankenstein, The Picture of Dorian Grey, and others.

How does the Gothic tradition surface in modern day writing? Much in the same way it did in the past. Typical genres that can fall within  Gothic Literature include: horror, paranormal, speculative, thriller, suspense, science fiction, fantasy, even mystery (think Sherlock Holmes) and adventure (think She).

With that being said, if you are a writer and you would like to contribute to a Victorian Christmas with poetry, a short story, flash fiction, a chapter excerpt, or essay please email me at madasinmayfair@hotmail.com. My hope is to add one new author and their writing sample to my blog everyday during the month of December. Please write Victorian Christmas in the subject line and indicate what day you would like to sign up. Please include 3 possible dates in case your first pick is already booked. Also in the body of your message let me know what type of submission you will be sending (poem, essay, excerpt etc) and what genre (paranormal, horror, science fiction etc.) I will get back with you as soon as possible!

I know it is early for some (for those of you who know me personally know that the Christmas season never comes too early) but please spread the Christmas cheer and tell all your friends about this! Authors hosting authors is a great way to share with others in the lit community. Thanks so much and I look forward to hearing back from you —Madasin

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In the chapter Deconstructed we wandered through the minds of seven main characters in Wanderlust Love & Hate. In the chapters Stellar and Wanderlust, we were met with the colliding thoughts and words of the dark hero of the novel- David Huntsmen. Starting this week and running through the New Year we will revisit each character with a interactive character interview. Thats seven interviews and seven characters! Discover a more in-depth understanding of your favorite (or least favorite characters). Interviews will be posted on my blog every week and will be featured under the Wanderlust Tab on the webiste of my publishing house- Westland Park Press http://goo.gl/TGoRs. This is an interactive interview so I look forward to hearing back from you all! Have a question for one of the characters? Please leave a comment and they will get bak with your shortly! I recieved a special request to start with the heroine of the novel first…coming soon…all the questions that you have been pondering for Autumn Marseille.

It’s not too late to join in the fun- Grab your copy here http://goo.gl/DLMZr

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I haven’t decided as of yet which is worse, to live with a broken heart or to die because of it. It’s still a mystery to me how he appeared, as if out of thin air, the human embodiment of all things divine. How ironic it seems to me now, looking back, that such a lasting impression was stamped across my life.

Day after day my mind races through thoughts stored in secret compartments, and I go blind as the good slowly fades into the bad. To love and to hate, over time, turns bitterly into loving to hate. My heart is constantly wandering, traveling effortlessly, searching for a glimpse of his loathing familiarity.

Wandering: you find it everywhere, and wandering you find it nowhere. I live my life only in the hope of seeing him again. But, I only imagine the same glitter of the eye in the store clerk behind the cash register, and the same twisted smirk from the older gentleman who delivers my mail, and the same deliberate swagger in the young detective seeking to ruin me.

Ever since that terrible night, he left me- that devil- with a heavy black cloud following and continued wanderlust.

 

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“You don’t hear that?” I called back to him. I stopped at the edge of the dock, frozen in horror at the sight of Mara and Lamia naked and playing in the cold water below.

“Hear what?”

I turned to look back at Adrian who was drunkenly leaning on one of the posts just at the edge of the soggy embankment, and then redirected my attention tothe silver rippling water. Mara and Lamia were gone. Shivering I turned, and calling out to Adrian said, “never mind.”

“You’re hearing things now?” he asked, jeeringly amused.

More than you know and seeing things too. “Never mind just give me the necklace.”

“A right the necklace,” he said taking another swig. “Yea, you’re not getting that back.”

“What do you mean I’m not getting it back? That was the whole reason that I agreed to meet you.”

He laughed, “yea I know, but you’re still not going to get it.”

“I hate you Adrian…with every ounce of my being, I fucking hate you,” I snapped.

“I know that too,” he said squinting his eyes at me and toeing his cigarette butt into the ground. “And I bet you would hate me even more if I were to throw this piece of shit into the lake!” He pulled the sparkling chain from his pocket and swung the pendant in front of my face.

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My gown; long, full, and white, was hell to manage. I struggled to lift the thick undergarment layers as I bent to climb into the Camaro; sweating and flustered, I smoothed the puffy, tolle outer layer and tried to recompose myself. It was going to be a long night. My parents stood at the doorway and waved as David backed out of the driveway- they had pretended so well. My mother had fussed over how beautiful I looked the entire time in which my father snapped pictures of David and I. In his graceful way, David bared it all very well, though I could tell he thought both Denise and Bellino were ridiculous. I was embarrassed for both of them- they had no idea how easy it was for outsiders to see through their forced, loving charade. They hated each other and I couldn’t blame them.

David had arranged for us to meet Lauren and Stacy and their dates at Pacifica, a new sea food restaurant that recently opened in Meriton. We arrived early, and as David wandered to the hostess stand to check in for our reservation, I couldn’t help but stare after him. He had decided upon a form fitting ocean blue tuxedo, a white vest, and a blue, pink, and white striped tie. The colors complimented him perfectly, and the bright lightening of the waiting area further added to the glow of his skin and golden hair. Everyone who laid eyes upon him stared, and several tables of patrons paused their forks mid-bite to turn and look at him. The love that I felt for him swelled and my heart raced- I was always racing after him.

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Everything changes yet it all remains the same. In the past- in the present- a perpetual dizzying smog. Familiar faces… attributes of one found in all. Shining light over open waters and that crooked grin. A million words never changed a thing; as if the world had frozen in time, a time when everything was a little simpler and a promise was all that was left. Those precious moments of despair. Regretful bitterness. Loved and unforgiven.

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