Halloween Story #2 “The Babysitter”

Today I give a bow to the master of horror, Mister Steven King. Today’s story follows a girl named Tina, who’s tale takes place in a story inspired by something I’ve seen very recently.

Tina have managed to put the kids to sleep exactly as she was instructed by mister King. All is left for her to do now was to wait for the parents to come back home so she can get paid, and after that one of the parents will drop her back to her home. Today was Tina’s first day to babysit the King family’s kids, she was happy to do so since she have known about them for a while. In fact, all her friends are curious about them. They were a rich family who traveled a lot. Their house was filled with souvenirs and statues from all over the world, and most of them were in the living room which was where Tina was heading now to watch TV.

Tina entered the living room where she saw statues of dragons, a clown statue, and an African mask statue. Tina didn’t notice how creepy they were since she was all alone in the living room. She checked her phone for new messages but found nothing more recent than the message mister King have sent to her minutes after he left with his wife Sara. Tina read it again to remind herself.

“You can use the TV in the living room, but please do not touch the statues.”

Tina didn’t want to touch them either way. She turned on the TV. She found herself unable to concentrate on whatever she was watching. Tina did not like where the Clown statue was placed in the living room, which was a bit to the left and facing the sofa she was sitting on. It gave her the creeps. She got up to try to move the clown statue and put it behind the sofa where it won’t be in her vision’s peripheries. But she slowed down to a halt when she came close to it, remembering that she should not touch anything in the living room. Frustrated now, Tina went back to watch something less colorful, like an old movie, and hoped for the time to pass by faster.

As the minutes went in the rate of hours, Tina have finally gave up. She got up and picked up the landline to call mister King. Two rings later, Mister King answered the phone.

“Hello Tina, is everything alright?”

“Yes mister King, I just put the kids to bed and I’m now in the living room” Tina said.

“Oh… is there anything else I can help you with?” Mister King asked with a hint of wonder.

“Well… I…” Tina hesitated at first. “I know you said not to touch anything in the living room, but there is a creepy clown statue and… I don’t know… can I use a blanket to cover it or something like that?”

“I’m sorry Tina, I didn’t hear you very well, can you say that again?”

“The clown statue, the one facing the sofa, I’d like to have it covered”

“Listen carefully Tina… get the kids and leave the house, I will call the cops.” Mister King said. Tina froze in a double bind situation; confused at what Mister King have said.

“Mister King… what do you mean?”

“…. we don’t have a clown statue.”

That’s when Tina heard the fast paces of someone running at her from behind, before she felt a tight grip around her waist.

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Here’s what you can learn…

 

We all crave for a good tale; searching for a portal to take us out of this world and hope we end up somewhere inspiring. This is how it started with my tale, Kima. One day in 2009, I was still a student with hopes and dreams and so many shapeless tales living within me. I casually went online to check my email. That’s when I came across to an article about beached whales in South Africa; which some might know as “Death Stranding”. On that day, I read the article and I came across something that puzzled me. The article mentioned that this started first in South Africa on Christmas Eve, 1928. This sparked my curiosity and made me think about why it happened? Who was there? How did it affect the people; to see something like that for the first time? A story started to take form, and I was already working on my first novel “Psychs” at the time. So, I did some research about life in 1928, South Africa, to see if I’ll get some good materials for my story. And that’s when I came across to something that might be the reason why whales go out from the sea. That day, and three rewrites later, have brought us to this moment, where a folk tale is now making its way out one reader at a time. goodreadlasttest-1

I’m writing today to present some of those readers who happened to have enjoyed the story and the message I am trying to spread throughout the world. Here is what you can learn about my dimension, my portal to fantasy that is based on reality and real experiences. I hope you can visit and support that message, and help spreading Kima, an inspirational light  tale with a heavy message.

 

 

review martha

 

 

“A very Enjoyable reading” ~ A Book and a Dish (This review comes with a South African dish inspired by my tale.) 5/5 Stars.

 

 

review train of thoughts

 

 

“I enjoyed reading the story and I like Amin’s writing style” ~ Strive to Engage 5/5 Stars.

 

 

 

 

review train“The book is really easy to read. From the first pages, the author weaves the mystery and mischief in the story” ~ Following the golden quill 5/5 Stars.

 

 

 

 

read watch review

 

“Pretty interesting and unique” ~ Read Watch and Think 4.5/5 Stars.

 

 

 

 

 

review Karen

 

“A. H. Amin has created a remarkable story… It is a good read” ~ My train of thoughts on… 4/5 Stars.

 

 

 

 

review tj

 

“The book is imaginative and fresh… There are life lessons to be found and understood in the pages.” ~ TJ Love Books 3.5/5 Stars.

 

 

 

review maria

 

 

“Quite fascinating and whimsical” ~ A daughter of Parchment and paper 3.5/5 Stars.

 

 

 
review darria

“The premise is magical, like fables of old passed through ancient texts and read at bedtime to the young.” ~ Darrienia 3/5 Stars.

 

 

 

 

 

Kima: amazon or you can pick it from many other online bookstores.

 

Why Authors Are Like Serial Killers…

I know; it’s a bit confusing to try and create a mash-up from two seemingly different careers… Did I just say career’s?!! Scratch that your Honor… Back to our point. I’d like to mention the strange traits that both specimens share; where weird theories and thoughts came to me as I torture my characters and sometimes even myself.

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First: They both believe they’re artists.
They want to be recognized, and knowing that there are other writers and serial killers out there, they try to have their own… let’s call it… calling cards. A writer is as unique as his writing style, and it can be influenced through their experiences.. like the saying goes.. If you want to be a great writer, you have to have a bad childhood.
Second: Plotting all the time.
You see us gazing away in the distance, not aware of our surroundings. We sometime act out what we want to do. A rehearsal for every scene you cannot picture with just your imagination. Portraying a man in prison for a year can be done by sitting alone in a room without the usual daily objects to comfort us. A serial killer would, for example, do a test for his calling card poison on… let’s say spiders… I don’t know anyone who would object testing on those… everyone hates spiders.
Third: They usually have seemingly normal jobs.
For example, and in my case, I’m a dentist… The person who is smiling all the time, trying to create a comfortable environment in the clinic, creating the so called Hollywood smile and relieve people from their pain. But… every day… every darn day… teeth… teeth every where… decay… it’s affecting me… Oh no it’s that one patient.. “So why didn’t you come back after I removed your root canal? I told you it is important.” Dentist me said.
“I thought once the pain is gone then that’s it” He says.
“But.. But..”
“So what will you do doctor” He interrupts like he always does.
“… Well… We’re gonna have to pull it out”
“And when will it grow back”
“Grow back??” asked me.
“GROW BACK?!!”
… And that’s when I blacked out your honor.
Fourth: Deep down… we want to be caught.
You put your heart out into planning the perfect plot… and no one will ever know about it… if a tree falls down in the forest and no one was there, will it make a sound?  Subconsciously they want some recognition of their intellect. Imagine you have the perfect idea and no one will ever know about it… you have it right in front of you.. in an A4 printed first manuscript, or in a column in the first page of the news paper… not having credit of your work can be the worst result a serial killer and a writer could have. Which is why they won’t stop until their words reach out to everyone.
Fifth: Upgrading their techniques and methods.
A serial killer will start planning and mapping the place. Little by little he/she will do her/his research, and maybe find an abandoned place for their victims… something to make their Modus Operandi  unique. So is the writer who wants his stories to be told in a different way. Words can be one way to describe your tales, but there are other mediums for storytelling. And come this Friday, you will see my new upgraded method to know what the last point exactly means.
So there you have it. Now the lesson you should learn is; never upset an author… he can always fictionalize you into his victim in his upcoming children’s play 🙂
Till next time, WordPressers.
~ A. H. Amin

I collect to create a mystery…

It is sometimes a good self practice to go back to your primitive origin, if one is to start his or her soul searching, then following its roots will help jog ones mind to reach awareness. That is why I go camping to find comfort in the wilderness away from the redundant and mind numbing comfort of the city. It is a good meditation for both the mind and the soul trapped inside the body. And sometimes finding a small object can lead to an imaginative glimpse into the future.

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I found this key buried in the sand, greenish rust covered it’s secrets and it was obvious that it has been lost for a long time. It gave me so many questions, thus it became an object of interest. And what is interesting for me belongs inside the chest.

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This is where I keep my memories, my first letter, an old mix tape I created, my first girlfriend… Her picture not the actual girl… My first… Well you get the picture. This is a chest that carries a weight, and one day it will be off and out in the open when I’m buried deep down… Hopefully not before I’m dead. So I started to imagine the numerous things, some which would be embarrassing, but then I started to imagine what ideas would that key give? First of all… Will there be keys in the future… Will my grandkids look at it and think “What’s this for? Does it have WiFi?”. Will it become an artifact? Should I start spending everything and depend on that key to be the… Well, key to their salvation? After I abandoned the cheap ideas, I started to concentrate on thoughts with a slightly higher budget.
So here they are, looking at that key, thinking there is some secret room I have kept away from them. Do I have some treasure out there? Is it the key of my first home? My first car? What did it mean to me? Those are the kinds of questions I’d like to leave behind for my generations, items that proves I have a history, no matter how vague it could be.

Shall Tease No More…

It is said that there are two ways the universe can really tests you… either through having nothing happening to you, or everything at once. It shows what kind of a person you are, let’s you know what is missing from you, and gives you the option to choose what do about it. I have mentioned lately that I had just recovered from my lung infection, breathing normally had never felt more luxurious to me, but during my days of despair, I worked on preparing a new idea that did not belong to my usual and known medium, which consist of housing those thoughts inside the warmth covers of a novel book. My new idea will not be a tease anymore, and today I will reveal not only what the idea is… but also a big news about that idea…. all that will be revealed in my next post… just kidding… maybe… we’ll see… so, here we go.

I have been working on a new series for a comic book, and as any other work, the logical action taken after having the idea is making the fantasy into reality. I have searched for artists to help me make the day dreams I had on paper to be visible, artistic and… well, comicky (if that’s a real word). I sadly did not find anyone close-by who is willing to do the work. Drawing approximately 180-250 images per issue is something of a bother that many would consider twice before agreeing to make, especially since the author in question is doing a comic book for the first time. I was having two tests at once, fighting an illness, and fighting my way through the comic books’ scene. So, eventually… I decided to do what I will reveal in the next post…. still kidding.

Confined inside my room, I taught myself how to draw, I viewed a lot of tutorial videos on youtube… though they usually confused me, here’s why…

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I eventually learned to some extent how to show a story through drawing. And so, my story telling methods had leveled up, my new upgrade is now realized.

And so… with no further ado… I present to you… Team Genesis… my new comic book series.

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Humanity’s lives have always been prone to change, and when a powerful being comes into existence, the world order is reformed. Three kinds of divisions have became known.  Some worshiped that being as their new divine king, and he was called by the name he gave for himself; Seth. Others hide and stay out of his and his army’s way, paying for their safety, living in fear from his wrath. But others… fewer as they are becoming, are still leading the fight against him and his D.S. (Devil’s seeds). But whenever the odds shift to their advantage, Seth comes in and brings them to their knees… right before he brings their heads to the ground.

Team Genesis is the story of a team that will try to find out the origin of the being Seth, in hopes of finding a way to stop him. But in order for that to happen, Team Genesis must be formed first. this is the story of the person who made the final cut into that team.

Here are some of my works from Issue 1…

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Hopefully not :D

Hopefully not 😀

Since you’ve been so kind about it, here’s one from issue 2 😉 ….

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Now, for the big news… I’ll have to postpond that one till tomorrow. I realized that posting everything about what I do will be me talking too much. So this time, I’m not teasing, I’m just giving you some rest. Until next time.

~ A. H. Amin

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The isotope of ideas

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Writing… Well, the act of creating in general, is a rich topic to discuss that can fill the vast weight of the oceans to supply three worlds other than ours, and I believe that with my vague title, I only managed to distort the image I’m try to reflect through my post. So please allow me to explain until the waters settle.

Having a spark of creativity will eventually lead to shedding light on the idea lying dormant within, making it clearer in which manner that idea should grow.
Mmmm… I think the reflection got even more distorted… Well here’s a way to fix it. Storytelling has many forms; it can be made for the ears, rhyming in harmony at key tempos in order to make us imagine a story, it can be made for the mind through tailored words that eventually form a story, and to some extent, a new personality, and finally, it can be made for the eyes; captured through a frame to deliver thousands of words. These are the Isotopes of ideas… Stories can be made in many forms, but in order to make that story stable, we need to let the idea decides in which manner it wants to grow.

So as a story teller, Writing is not my only medium, there are other paths a story chooses to go through, and my recent finished idea will not be made into a novel.

My upcoming project demands that it should be made into a motion comic, a digital graphic animation, that is to say that my idea demands to be presented in images, music, audio and mild motion. I want the idea to grow bigger than that one day, but the initial form will be in that manner, I only hope she will grow into a fine story to share with everyone.

Though I believe I only added a drop of knowledge to the ocean o creativity, but a drop is an oases to those lost in the desert, so I hope I managed to inspire a writer or two with my post. As for my upcoming project, more about that to come in the future.

~ A. H. Amin

Time to extract…

It felt great going back to the series through a spinoff. I wrote once before describing how creating something comes hand in hand with new parental instincts; your art will become your child. My baby was born with the first book of the series, Psychs. Having a 36 pages spinoff from the series is like my baby’s first words. With the second book – Iblis – on the way, who knows. I only hope to avoid the teenage mood swings phase.
Now I am in the process of preparing for my masters degree. Like Bat Man, I have a double life; I am a (… Hmmm what should I start with first… Well you already know I’m a writer) dentist/writer. It should be a hard work to harmonize with both, but since they are linked together through passion, it is not work at all. So at the moment, I’ll do my GPR and I’ll try my best not to extract teeth as much as Possible… Though I must say, I enjoy it 🙂

Have a great weekend everyone.

~ A. H. Amin