Today I wont be discussing anything author or writing related, I want to discuss something a little different… obsessions.

Do you have any?

Are they shows? People? Things you purchase? Food?

I don’t mean addictions, these are an entirely different kettle of fish, and i find obsessions are intense for a while then replaced by the next one.

I’m currently obsessed with many tv shows –

The Following, will Joe die? he can’t die? but he may have to (I’m in the UK, the USA people undoubtedly know what has happened, no spoilers!)

Game of Thrones, but who isn’t obsessed with that. I’m still happy that Geoffrey died every time I watch it.

Catfish, i always want the gorgeous girl to be big bulky men, sick sense of humour? Probably

The Blacklist, I haven’t seen any of Season 2 and I want to know what is happening but I cant join it part way through the series, it isn’t allowed.

Foods,

Chicken fried rice has become a staple part of my diet. I go through phases of eating a food constantly until I am sick of it.

Music, now don’t judge me, but I’ve been listening to dance music. Several different house mixes. It is the summer vibes getting to me. I’m ready for cold beers and beach parties. or fan inside a stuffy office as is more likely.

Are you in the grips of an obsession?

Do tell

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Here is a taste of something I published a while back. I will be releasing a follow up on soon…

Short story series. Meant, Descent Into Darkness Series.

Meant

The music blared as their bodies connected on the dance floor and he leaned in towards her, the spark was lit. That first untainted moment had been littered with a thousand perfect fairy tale clichés. The function room transformed into a dance floor, the whole place resembling a palace. Every square inch filled with people swaying and singing around them in delirious joy. The lights danced around them like fairies, throwing dust over them, inhaling the high, and casting the seeds of the spell.

That first kiss had started it all. In that moment, she had known that he would be hers. He was hers. Her soul told her as much.

That had been the start of Clarissa’s story. Today, however, was several months later, and blow after blow had struck her since then. That skilled prince had fallen so far from grace in her eyes, but a moment as perfect as their first kiss was life altering. The flawless memory would regularly creep back into Clarissa’s mind and bleed out its beauty, effecting all the other events with its power; overwhelming the bad, overwhelming her. So what he had a girlfriend? So what he had lied? Repeatedly. So what he could break her heart on a daily basis? They were meant to be, her soul told her.

Her body craved his, her mind linked with his, her very being ached for him. Something so strong couldn’t be a game. He was hers, even if he didn’t know it yet. She would wait.

Picking up the hair brush, she began pruning the blonde princess wig she had been wearing the night they had met. The corners of her mouth rose in glee. Dressed as a fairy tale princess; in the wig, tiara and pink dress,. She had been out for her friend’s hen party, playing games and giggling their way through the bottles of champagne. She was the ideal mixture of purity and promiscuity and he had fallen for her. Commenting on her misty eyes of blue and grey, she captured him and he returned the favour.

Andy would know they were meant to be eventually. Her mind began race with plots and games she would play to keep him, to make him realise, to claim him as her own.

Andy was beautiful in her eyes. Physically his features were what she expected of her prince. When he held her body, she felt safe, wrapped in the steroid induced manliness. When he looked into Clarissa’s eyes, she fell into the rivers they held, forcing her to dream of the distant lands they summoned within her. His hair fell effortlessly and was as dark as the black magic which had turned that love spell against them. Physically he was perfect, but his mind was tainted. He was arrogant, cruel, unwavering, expecting all women to fall at his feet and they often did. A man so self-assured was a far greater challenge than any of the men Clarissa had pursued in the past, but he was a prize worth enduring this longer struggle for. He was easy enough for her to keep an eye on; Andy had refused her, but the modern world made it easier to watch people from afar. A few clicks on a social network, or two, or three, and she could see his every movement.

“Thank god for the lax security settings,” she chuckled to herself.

He knew she was watching. She told him, concentrating her mental energies and unleashing them upon the universe, directing her thoughts to him and having faith that they would reach him. Hed responded with a smile, that perfect image in her mind, one that haunted her, but he was happy. In her mind this was his agreement.

He had said he would ignore her after the first time, but he hadn’t. Sending secret messages hidden from the world their romance had continued to bloom. He would come to her late in the night, or when he’d finished work, to see her. Not the other ones, her. It showed how much he cared. She was always his first choice, whether he knew it or not. Their love was growing more by the day. Every time he came, he stayed a little longer, lasted a little longer, and made her shake a little longer. Her plan was going exactly how she had wanted it to. It had been until her! The stupid little slut who kept ruining everything for Clarissa.

“Elena!” She stressed the name slowly with venom.

That stupid whore kept ruining Clarissa’s plans. She had forced Andy to move in with her, given him ultimatum after ultimatum, then she had made him promise to stop seeing all other women, including Clarissa.

“She knew about his affairs and she still stayed with him. Stupid witch,” Clarissa thought resentfully.

Then Elena had fallen pregnant. PREGNANT!  She’d done it on purpose. That whore knew she was losing Andy, so she’d gotten pregnant and trapped him, stolen him. How could she? How could Andy be so naive not to see what Elena had done to him? He wore the glistening poster boy smile of a happy father-to-be, but Clarissa knew it was fake. Andy didn’t want to be a dad, he didn’t want to be with that witch, but what could Clarissa do?

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Meant is available now to buy. find out what Crazy Clarissa does decide to do

http://www.amazon.com/Meant-Alexander-Kavalier-ebook/dp/B00F51WYSK/

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Hello there everyone,

It has been a while hasn’t it. I took some time off from writing. Why? because my mind ran away. I wish I could say it went somewhere nice, but frankly it simply got caught up in that horrible world they call reality. I intend on avoiding that place for as long as possible in future.

Firstly I’m starting by reconnecting with the author and reader community. If you want to find me, these are the places to catch me:

Twiiter – https://twitter.com/AlexKavalier

Tumblr – https://www.tumblr.com/blog/alexanderkavalier

Tsu – https://www.tsu.co/AlexanderKavalier

Pinterest – https://www.pinterest.com/alexanderkavali/

Secondly, I’ll be rewriting my old work. As with anything you have probable ever written, you find with time, you want to rewrite it. To improve it and let it become the best version it can be. So I am going back over my old pieces and bringing them up to scratch. Want to read some of them? Keep watching as I will be sharing them on here.

Thirdly, is it thirdly? Is it just third? Step three… Writing some new material. I’ll be flexing those creative muscles and scribbling down the words to some (hopefully) exciting new stories. That is assuming I can get past the simple grammar that it seems I’ve completely forgotten in my absence

Get in touch!

I am a horror writer, but I am also a Horror reader, and here are some of my picks which i think people should go and grab, whether they want inspiration or to loose themselves in another world, here are my suggestions for this holiday season…

 

Lindy Spencer – “Between the Devil and the Darkenss”

Go and check out this brilliant anthology by the talented Lindy Spencer, “Between the Devil and the Darkness” 
It is an anthology of short stories, psychological thrillers, which will mess with your mind and stir your soul.
The Amazon link to buy her collection is: 
http://www.amazon.com/Between-Devil-Darkness-Lindy-Spencer-ebook/dp/B00H9YKHOY/

“Meant” by Alexander Kavalier 
Amazon – http://smarturl.it/Meant.horror.short

5.0 out of 5 stars fantastic bit if writing 12 Sep 2013
By dee
Format:Kindle Edition|Amazon Verified Purchase
Had me gripped from the start a concoction of dark and light writing you fall right into the girls mind and get pulled into how she feels you dont want to like her or even understand her but how it is written you really do get pulled into her mind. A excellent short story and a must read.

 

“The N Days” by Author John Murray McKay

This book is about human strength and determination, our sheer will to survive against all odds. I can see this one day being a film, get ahead of the crowd and purchase your copy now!
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00GVECIKO

When the world we all knew went wrong and the monsters of our deepest nightmares began to stalk the earth, there was a woman who chose to search out and find Sanctuary amidst the increasingly nightmarish landscape of America. 
These are the N Days. 
Welcome to the story of one Samantha Worthington Day. She is on the run from a demon horde that has torn through the fabled Dreamscape and destroyed everything she ever loved. She is looking for the fabled Sanctuary of America, a place where humanity can find hope, defend that which they believe in, and start rebuilding their shattered world. 
As an added attraction, you too can join Samantha on her perilous journey throughout her experiences by tracking her epic journey with the aid of the GPS coordinates provided within the text of her chronicles. 
She has a long way to go, and her amazing destiny is yet to be revealed. 
Called of Lightning, Called of Darkness, Called of Light! 
Journey and experience the Days of N with Samantha Worthington Day.
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00GVECIKO

 

Alexander Kavalier – A Living Ghost 

 This holiday season is all about goodwill, peace on earth and loving each other, but what about justice? Revenge? 
Amazon – http://smarturl.it/alivingghost.horror
5.0 out of 5 stars Brilliant short story 10 Nov 2013
By Mrs. G. Horsfall
Format:Kindle Edition
I was given a copy of this short story as a gift. As I don’t normally read ghost/horror stories I was a little apprehensive about reading.
However, once I started I could not put it down. This is more a story to tempt the imagination than scare; it’s a story of redemption and of good triumphing over evil. You feel Jacks terror at the start and the authors descriptions are so good the hairs on the back of my neck where stood on end, but you understand why Jack takes up the offer and becomes the baddie in the book. A baddie you just have to love.
I really enjoyed this short story and look forward to reading more from this new author; I think he may just have converted me to being a ‘horror’ reader.
 
 
Kevin Banker – L-21
5.0 out of 5 stars something different
i dont usually read zombie books, but i thought i would give this one a go after seeing it on facebook and an interesting few reviews on there. i wasnt disappointed with my purchase. it had a good plot, good character and stayed with me after i had read it. exactly what i wanted from a horror story.
 

Christmas is fast approaching, and I must admit I often struggle to get into the festive spirit. It is true that once we loose our belief in Santa Claus and we start buying the presents rather than just receiving them, that the day looses that magic we once clung to.

Now don’t assume that I am a Grinch, or an Ebeneezer tight with his pennies, I’m not (though my bank balance doesn’t appreciate that). But I find even now a gift I wasn’t expecting is often the one which gives me the most joy, hopefully I have bought them one in return or that situation becomes incredibly awkward. For me the magic of Christmas is still kept in that moment when you realise someone cares, who you didn’t suspect did. The gift itself then becomes irrelevant, but the gesture speaks louder than words or price tags ever could.

So this Christmas I want to give a gift, this isn’t a big gift, it isn’t worth a great deal in monetary value, but it is a piece of me which i offer to you. Simply reply to this post, telling me about your best gift (in box form) that you received at Christmas (or birthday), and the best reply will win a copy of my book, “A Living Ghost”  http://smarturl.it/alivingghost.horror 

Merry Christmas!

 

The season of goodwill is on its way, and everyone is running around desperately trying to find the perfect gift. I thought I would help you all by suggesting some books which many people will love!

Do you know any poetry fans? Those who write poetry? Or those cultured few who still delve into this beautiful art form and broaden their mind? Then I suggest “More People Write Poetry Than Read It”, available now by download and in paper back

Amazon Paperback – http://smarturl.it/poetrypaperback

Amazonn Download – http://smarturl.it/poetryanthology

Smashwords – https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/381521

Barnes and Noble –http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/more-people-write-poetry-than-read-it-alexander-kavalier/1117495044?ean=9781494241261

 

Or do you someone who loves horror? Scaring themselves with what might happen in a world of darkness and potential evils?

Then try the “Descent Into Darkness Series”. Thus far the collection includes 2 horror shorts, with more releases coming in the New Year.

 

“Meant” follows the tale of a young woman, trapped in her idea of love and the way her mental state impacts not only her life but that of her ‘enemies’. The story is available free through Titan Inkorp’s website – http://smarturl.it/meant.titan

But remains full price on other publishing sites

Amazon – http://smarturl.it/Meant.horror.short

Smashwords – https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/356829

Barnes and Noble – http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/meant-alexander-kavalier/1117104925?ean=9781492711049

 

“A Living Ghost” takes a look into Tudor dungeons and the tragic end of Jack. The story follows his journey into the afterlife and becoming a poltergeist. If you know any lovers of ghost stories, or those who enjoy tales of vengeance this is the ideal gift for them.

Amazon – http://smarturl.it/alivingghost.horror

Smashwords – https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/367447

Barnes and Nobel – http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/a-living-ghost-alexander-kavalier/1117251761?ean=9781492984993

 

Merry Christmas to one and all! And I hope you enjoy your reading 😀

 

 

My current horror (WIP) is a zombie related story (by request) HOWEVER I have taken my own unique twist on the cultural concept and have created a world where the virus has been cured and we see Callum, our once zombie, in a therapist’s office working through his issues:

“He felt his mind drift back, to those moments when the virus had had a hold of him and countless people across the world. Theplague had attacked them and then caused them to attack other people. In mindless violence they had become cannibal’s intent on only meeting their one basic drive, eating. Callum could recall bits of his time whilst ill. None of the memories flowed consecutively, and it was more feelings and tastes he could remember, but that wasn’t a good thing. Callum could recall the addictive taste of human flesh. How he had desperately craved it, it wasn’t just that he needed it for sustenance, but that without it, the virus within him would turn on his own body and begin attacking itself. He would have eaten his own flesh until there was nothing left, the virus had seemed unstoppable.”