Teaser Tuesday: magazine covers!

Teaser Tuesday:

Since my adorable muse is still on vacation, I am actually spending the free time doing creative stuff and I like where it’s heading. Today (technically, it’s evening now, but hey! It’s still Tuesday!), I share what I’ve been up to lately.

I’ve been playing around with colors and I’m no expert (as yet), but I am working on it. When I was younger, I’ve always wanted to have my own magazine, something I’m currently working on in my spare time.

This cover was done for a story that I’m supposed to be writing for a friend. The model is not mine and if she belongs to you, the reader/browser, let me know and I’ll take this down.

The da Díxons belongs to me and I’m building a fictional fashion empire around them.

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This one is the cover I might go with, but I ran out of color patience! I don’t like the green, but I’m too lazy to change it:

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As for this other one, I’ve never written Tom Cruise into any story of mine before (I used to write Michael Jackson fan fiction, though), so when my friend gave me this challenge to include my favorite celebrity in a story, I decide to go with TC as a businessman and use his birth name. I also give him a son… but the story is yet to be written. 

I had fun creating this magazine cover and the headlines!

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So, I’m not writing, but at least I’m creating. Let me know what you think.

Do not blame God for the suffering

We’re witnessing death, murders, rapes etc. on a daily basis. We cry out for divine intervention, but it seems as if there is no one Up There to hear us. This may lead some people (even self-doubting Christians) to ask: if there is a God, why isn’t He doing anything to stop this madness?

Why?

Wickedness inhabits the earth. All these things are happening as a result of sin (Romans 3:23). We are slaves to sin (John 8:34; Romans 6:16). And once sin is present, disasters will always be prevalent.

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Another thing to remember is that this world is not of God (John 18:36; Romans 12:2). The devil is the current ruler of this world hence the idol worshipping in the form of movie stars, singers, material things etc. Hence the poisonous atmosphere. He is warring with the Prince of Peace, but a time would come when his kingdom will crumble.

Satan is identified as the great deceiver in the Bible disguising himself as an angel of light (2 Corinthians 11:14). He has been a murderer from the beginning (John 8:44). He is responsible for contributing to the suffering on earth. For proof, look at what he did to Job and how he tried to get Jesus to bow down to him. What did Jesus do? He quoted scriptures to chase the devil away.

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But a Judgment day is coming. A new world (Revelation 21:1) is coming where there is no more suffering, no more pain, no more killing and no more weather disasters.

So when you see these things happening, do not cast your blame upon God. Pray about it. Ask Him to help you understand. Ask Him to guide you through these dark times and if you need your sins forgiven, He is all ears (Romans 6:23; John 1:29).

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*** GIFs and photo via Google Search. May God bless and keep you.

The Urge Is Back

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The urge is back…

… to dance with my sins

to have that one drink

to watch that X-rated flick

To wrongly think of the ways

I can use my friend Nick.

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In keeping with this week’s backsliding theme. As I said on Sundaywe as newborn babes are still not perfect. We still need to guard our tongue, we’re still going to make mistakes, and we’re still going to be tempted to revert back to an old sin or two. This is not an excuse, though. Call on the mighty name of Jesus whenever you feel like you’re backsliding. It works all the time. 

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March 13th: Silver screen

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Take a quote from your favorite movie — there’s the title of your post. Now, write!

At the moment I’m watching Knight & Day so I’m going to randomly choose a quote by Roy Miller (Tom Cruise) and continue the story: They’ll tell you I’m mentally unstable and violent and dangerous and it will all sound very convincing.

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It’s in the eyes

Nicole’s eyes widen as she regards her gorgeous date across the table. She let out a soft gasp, suddenly afraid of what this deranged man was about to do to her. “Are you going to kill me?”

“Oui,” he simply replies, cold silver-gray eyes wickedly sparkling in the candlelight.

Her eyes were now drawn to the red wine that was sloshing around in his glass due to him teasingly tilting the glass back and forth in his hand. An omen. She had to move, but her feet wouldn’t let her. She spies the waiter taking an order to another table and wonders how to get his attention.

“Don’t,” he warns. “Or you’d be dead before he comes over here.”

*** If you’ve read Loyalty then we can call this piece an extent of the work Jean-Pierre Papin actually does. He is a French hitman and I am so dang proud of creating a complex character of his kind. 

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LOYALTY

Short Story #15

Glassy green eyes met icy gray ones across the mahogany desk, the only thing separating the men and the thickening atmosphere in the small, but cramped room.

“This can only work one way,” the goon in the blue powder suit from behind the desk rose to his full height thinking that it would send a threat to the man still seated in the ugly plush green chair. The gray-eyed man didn’t flinch. He just sat there with a smirk on his stern, but handsome face that the goon wished he could wipe off with just a backhand slap, but he had heard things about this Monsieur. “You have to agree with my terms otherwise the deal is off.”

Jean-Pierre Papin sadistically smiles. “I work only for money. If you want loyalty, get a dog.”

“They say you are the best!”

“And I am the best, but I don’t work on your terms. I work on mine. If you think you can do the job better than me, then you have no need for my help.”

WORDS: 175

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Voir Dire

Short Story #14

Criminal lawyer extraordinaire Marcus da Díxon loves his job and enjoys fighting for sweet justice, but there was one thing he could do without whenever he gets a new case: voir dire.

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Voir dire (from French “to see to speak”) is the process of screening potential jurors held at the beginning of a trial in order to determine whether jurors may possess a bias for or against either of the parties. Attorneys may ask questions of the potential jurors and may remove jurors discovering the appearance of bias, upon the approval of the judge.

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The following short was written for a competition on Wattpad. I wrote it in one sitting. I hope you enjoy it. 🙂

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The room was hot despite the two large industrial fans. The judge, potential jurors, and the prosecutor fanned themselves silently cursing the merciless heat. Even the accused was grumbling about the “wicked heat” and none too discreetly turned to look at the exit in want until he met the steel blue eyes of his lawyer, Marcus da Díxon, defense extraordinaire.

At first glance, Marcus didn’t appear dangerous with his neatly combed auburn hair, cool suit, and calm demeanor. He was attractive despite the slight bump on his Greek nose and thick eyebrows.

However, appearances were deceiving as the old folks say.

Marcus was known for his ruthless ambition in tearing witnesses’ testimonies apart. He challenged the judge, the prosecutor, fearless of being held in contempt of the court. He might as well have been a walking “flipping bird”. He was notorious for his impatience and hated being lied to.

He made a fifty-five-year-old woman cried during his last appearance at the Los Angeles County Superior Court.

But Jamal Winters overlooked his young lawyer’s antics in hopes of attaining the best defense. And this Frenchman was said to be the best. His reputation as a shark in the courtroom had prosecutors upping their game. When he took Marcus on, the first prosecutor assigned to the case suddenly got sick and fled to Norway on vacation.

India Benjamin was the new prosecutor and she had been warned despite her worth of ten years’ experience. She was yet to lost a case and was ready to challenge Marcus head to head. She wanted his head on a silver platter and would stop at nothing until the objective was achieved. India was a proud black woman and a mother of two and when she first laid eyes on Marcus earlier, she had shaken her head thinking that he was no match for her expertise. He still looked like he had milk on his face despite the fact that he was married for ten going on eleven years and a father of three beautiful children.

So far, their head to head  contest was a scoreless draw: Marcus 0 India 0.

A potential juror caught India’s attention. She was brown skin, athletically built and easy on the eyes. Marcus saw how much India wanted that particular juror and he smirked. He hated voir dire and often considered it the worst part of his career. If there was a way for him to skip this, he would’ve been pouring over the case in his private office at this exact moment.

But he couldn’t pass this up.

Unbuttoning the top of his baby blue shirt, he uttered a lazy groan and fanned himself with the notepad he was doodling on.

“C’est chaud!” Marcus exclaimed in his native tongue causing people to look his way. When he saw India’s potential juror’s eyes on him, he popped another button and grinned when he caught her winking at him. “Judge, the woman in the pink shirt second row left just winked at me.” he innocently said much to India’s chagrin.

Judge Anna Corbis nastily looked at him as if saying ‘Playing dirty before the actual trial starts, eh?’ and started, “I didn’t see…”

“She winked,” the bailiff interrupted only for the judge to stare icy daggers at her. She shrunk and apologized for the interruption. “I’m sorry your Honor, but I saw her wink at Mr. da Díxon.”

“Maybe if Mr. da Díxon wouldn’t be such a tease!” India jabbed hoping that the judge would see it from her point.

“What?” Marcus shrugs. “It’s hot, I’m stewing in this heat and you accuse me of being a tease? Do you want me to unbutton the rest of this shirt to prove a point?”

“Mr. da Díxon, that wouldn’t be necessary,” the judge sighs. She had no choice but to dismiss the winking juror. India tried to keep a stern face but she was boiling inside.

Jamal chuckled.

Marcus 1 India 0.

Game on!

WORDS: 662

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