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#BookReview – “Memoir of Mad Woman” by Vashti Quiroz-Vega

25 Friday Jan 2019

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What Amazon Says:

A novelette from the award-winning author of The Fall of Lilith and Son of the Serpent, Vashti Quiroz-Vega.

Who can explain how madness begins?

This is the story of Emma. Reared by a religious fanatic, orphaned at a young age and sent to a mental institution and an orphanage. Molested and betrayed by the people who should be watching over her…

Who can say that madness has no logic? To Continue reading on Amazon, click here

 

My Review

There truly aren’t enough adjectives to describe the emotions this writer portrays in this heart-wrenching memoir. This novelette really packs a punch.

Told through the eyes of a tortured soul, Quiroz-Vega takes you on the journey of Emma, starting with her lack of parenting, through the horrible atrocities brought against her, in an orphanage, filled with back-stabbing friends and out of control adults, then finally, to Emma’s solutions to the problems.

The imagery in this story is spectacular. This is a very dark tale, one I found so riveting, I could not stop reading it. I have to admit, there were times I was cheering for this poor child, and at the same time, admonishing her for not taking the proper course to solving her dilemmas. I won’t go any further, except to say, I highly recommend this book. This is my first read by Vashti Quiroz-Vega, but it certainly will not be my last!!

 

“Memoir of a Mad Woman” is available on Amazon for Kindle

 

Where to find Vashti:

Website/Blog – https://vashtiqvega.wordpress.com/
Twitter – https://twitter.com/VashtiQV
Instagram – https://www.instagram.com/VashtiWrites/
Amazon Author – https://www.amazon.com/Vashti-Quiroz-Vega/e/B00GTXG5W4/

My review can also be found on Good Reads and Amazon.com

 

Five Friends ~ #shortstory

15 Monday May 2017

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They walked in together, five friends, joking about, most likely on a lunch break. Their destination, a pizza place, next to the coffee shop I had plopped myself in. I watched as they playfully pushed, randomly threw punches at each other’s faces, the typical teenage thing. Or was it? Five friends went in. Only four came out.

Based on an actual event….

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Spin Me Round ~ #shortstory #creativewriting

08 Sunday Jan 2017

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ferris-wheel-768835_960_720There it was again, that feeling of spiraling out of control. She kept spinning around in circles, like being caught on the “Tilt-A-Whirl” at the amusement park. The constant in and out, picking up speed, slowing down, was making her nauseous. Each time she would try to escape, the spin increased, and she just tried to hold on. At least the view was interesting, that is when she had enough time to admire it, before the spinning began again. It was fine at night, though. The dizziness disappeared, as suddenly as the lights. When the dark crept in, she was able to sit quietly and finally relax. That’s when she saw him. He was wearing some kind of uniform.  She jumped, he was speaking to her but she couldn’t understand him. But she could see he was getting frustrated by the fact he began gesturing to her. She finally stood and got closer to him, but the spinning began again. Quickly, she sat back down. He had had enough. He hollered, almost with an echo in his voice,

“MA’AM?”

“Yes”

Finally, he got a reply.

“It’s time to go.”

“Go? Where?”

“Home, ma’am, the malls closed”

“The mall?”

Yes, ma’am, you’ve been riding the revolving doors all day. Time to go.”

 

©2017 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
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Caught in the Act – #shortstory #fiction

14 Monday Nov 2016

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green-1757807_960_720He caught me

I was trying to hide it. The wee hours had their hold on me, again. Every night the same routine, except tonight. He caught me. The glare of the back light made it impossible to shield what I was doing. I thought I was rather quiet, but it didn’t matter.

Sound or no, he just waited for me to notice him. I did, but refused to acknowledge his stare. Ignoring something or someone is easy enough, until of course, the daggers being thrown in your direction eventually hit their target. Okay, okay, I get it.

I’m disturbing him. I could shade it with my hands. I could stop altogether but that’s not an option. No, I’ll just keep ignoring, he’ll just keep glaring, and then the battery died. I needed to plug my phone in. He smiled and rolled over.  Damn, he wins every time.

 

©2016 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved

Hidden ~ a short story

24 Monday Oct 2016

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windows-1209555_960_720In the wee hours, she is awakened by three distinct knocks. Glancing at her husband, she scowls at him.  He is blissfully sleeping. Something is wrong. He’s usually the one who hears the noises. But not tonight. Tonight, only she is summoned by the hidden ones, who rustle you from a deep sleep, then disappear. Will they knock again?

Silence returns her to her journey back to dreamland, until, a whisper in the dark reminds her, not tonight. Tonight, she is the one who must answer the call. Disturbing no one, she gets out of bed, dons her robe and disappears into the darkness. Cursing under her breath, she closes the bedroom window, reminding  herself to tell her husband to cut the branch that keeps knocking against the pane, when it dances with the wind.

 

©2016 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved