Greeting my dearests,
Once again I have the pleasure of bringing you yet another member of the All Authors Family. I’ve worked with her hand in hand, and I know her personally. I’m pleased to say she is a close friend, an amazing person and a great Sister in the field.
Meet … Synful Desire.
Motto: “Surrender is Liberation.”
Synful Desire surrenders herself to write whatever resides in her mind. More often than not, these things laugh and rebel against what is accepted in society. She believes there are readers who yearn for something more, whether it is a different twist on an old narrative or advocacy of out the box situations.
Her current works include:
Continuous Drips (with Queen of Spades and Da’Kharta Rising)
Concordant Vibrancy: Unity (All Authors Publishing House)
Crackles of the Heart: Divergent Ink #1 (All Authors Publishing House)
Alan, Fay & Demona (Preludes of Prism, #1)
H.E.R. (Handy: Extended Release)
Simmer: Smoothe & Sweet (with Adonis Mann)
Concordant Vibrancy 2: Vitality (All Authors Publishing House)
If one is the type of reader that doesn’t mind a bit of narrative twists, along with some heat here and there, Synful Desire is the author that fits the bill.
From “Return to Hues”, featured in Concordant Vibrancy 2: Vitality
Somewhere Out There
If one knows nothing else about me, know this: my least favorite hue is gray. I find it to be lifeless and useless. Yet it is all I am surrounded by … no, imprisoned by.
I ask every day if there were any iridescence before this. No one wants to give me an answer. Worse, I get the look of disapproval. How am I supposed to learn if no one wants me to have knowledge?
If my elders won’t tell me, I will seek it myself, even if it means traveling those other crevices of my world. I just crave a different existence … than this.
My ears began twitching. The sound was one I couldn’t quite place. It didn’t sound as if it were of this world. All I knew was that it was getting closer.
There was a flash of different hues … hues that weren’t gray. When I reached to study them in detail, these four ovals advanced past me. I hurried my gait but they had the upper hand, dallying over where gray disappeared and black remained.
All the elders warned against this part of the world. However, objects that never appeared before were in my sights and had decreased speed where black remained. This could be a phenomenon that might never occur again.
It was the most excitement I’ve had in centuries. No, scratch that … ever!
I would not squander this chance!
Already physically drained, I closed my orbs, willing the body to grant me proximity to the weird objects. Soon, I was a few feet away. The sound I heard earlier were them bumping into each other. My digits rubbed the texture of each oval. Each thing was smooth and images were reflected off each one. Were the images in the ovals what made them so plump? I squeezed the one with the darkest shade and a pop echoed in the darkness.
A soft hum intensified into a cacophonous screech. My rondures darkened as gashes surfaced on my outer covering.
What had I done?
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