Wednesday, April 24, 2024

What are Trigger Warnings?

 

 

Yes, what are trigger warnings: Trigger warnings are a specific variety of content warnings that attempt to forewarn audiences of content that may cause intense physiological and psychological symptoms for people with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) and other anxiety disorders.

What does Content warning mean: content warning is a general term. It suggests the material may have sensitive content that may upset or offend anyone. 

I personally didn't know the difference until recently but I still put TRIGGER WARNINGS  for those who are too sensitive to sexual content that I post regarding certain books. 



Under my new  pseudonym,  I am currently writing a book that has some sexual content in it and an age gap romance between two main characters but when I say age gap, I am referring to one being 18 and the other being a few years older. Anyways, you would think that people would understand that I have 2 blogs where I post different content on them. On this blog I post content related to books I've written under my pseudonym, Cecile Garcia not CG Heandez. So, I am going to share this screenshot image I took of another authors' post that they shared on Threads and I do hope people adhere to what it's trying to say.

My advice:  If you don't like certain content, don't read it but don't ruin it for everyone else who is not TRIGGERED by what offends you, just saying.


Sunday, March 3, 2024

What About AI?

I know I promised that I would post more excerpts of books that have been published and books I am working on but I must address this matter: 

Do you use AI to write your books? 

Let me say that I DO NOT. I am old school, and I really don’t know how to use AI to write. I feel that AI doesn’t capture what the author envisions for his/her books so therefore using AI to write is like using Alexa as your audio voice for your audiobooks. 



With that said, I do use images created by AI for short videos and for my blogs ONLY. I am so old school that I still use photoshop online editing tools for pictures I make that I use in my books. I’ve been doing it for over 15 years, now. Using online editing tools for my images is my personal prerogative and I see nothing wrong with it. 

What I think about AI?

I feel that people are up in arms over AI art much like when 3D rendering and photoshopping were ostracized by certain groups. But just like in the past with 3D rendering and photoshop, the dust will settle, it will pass and be accepted.


 I am grateful that back in the 2000’s I discovered certain online tools to create my images, I still use those tools to this day. If people don’t like that I use photoshop and online editing tools, well they don’t have to and they don’t have to follow me. Just saying.  Anyways, peace and no hate. Support other authors, stop being mean-spirited Haters. If you don't like what an artist created or what an author wrote, don't follow them, its' that simple.

NOTE: I am happy to say that Lost in the Backrooms continues to be downloaded and read. Thank you.

If interested in my books please visit link below. I mostly write preteen to young adult books under the pseudonym Cecile Garcia however, I do have another pseudonym which I will use to publish adult rated books (18 & over).

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Friday, February 23, 2024

Excerpt from A Time Traveler's Companion

 


(This is an excerpt from Chapter 1: Mr. Smith.)

This Diary is the Property of Remi Lucan

Let me tell you about the first time I met Mr. Smith. I was eighteen and it was mid-June 2014. I was looking for a part-time job while I was mulling over whether I should attend community college for the Fall semester or not. I didn’t jump into college right after I graduated that year, I was in no hurry to attend community college; in fact, I didn’t know what I wanted to do in life. I did not have a set goal. Well, Life happens, and some things turn out differently than what expected. It was on that day, an ordinary day like any other day, the day I met the man who changed my life forever. I decided to take a hike at one of my favorite hiking spots, the Menifee Cross Trails. There are many small trails that weave in and out of the hills. It’s usually a 2.7-mile hike but if you do the other trails around, it adds up to a good workout; my best friend Leila and I hiked up there a few times in the past. She was at work that day, and I was bored so I drove my Honda electric plugin hybrid to where most people park their cars on a dirt lot, close to the main road. There were two other vehicles parked there belonging to the most dedicated hikers that go almost every day. I had my brown leather backpack that I bought from an army surplus shop, I wore my olive-green safari button up shirt and khaki shorts with my ankle high rust brown hiking boots.


I reached the top of one of the smaller hills and took a breather. I looked around, and at a distance, my eyes rested on the metal cross that is erected on top of one of the larger hills in the area. I don’t know who put it there, but it is the main attraction and one of the reasons people enjoy hiking toward the cross. 


There was a slight fog that lingered until midday and after it lifted, my surroundings didn’t seem as ominous as they did when I first ventured out for a hike. I saw one or two hikers on one of the distant hills. I took a sip from my water bottle and put it back into my backpack. After I rested for a bit, I started my descent. I saw another trail ahead of me and took it but suddenly something happened, something unexpected, unnerving, and abstruse. A strange static electricity surrounded me, my heart pounded in my chest, and everything became quiet, too quiet. No traffic from the road sounded, no birds not even other people chatting at a distance although I probably couldn’t hear them anyways. I stood there waiting, waiting for something. 



I don’t know what it was, but something kept nudging me to run but I didn’t. I heard a strange whooshing, humming sound behind me. I spun around and something shimmered in front of me; I jumped with a start. I stepped back as an ominous 7-foot-high jet-black monolith suddenly appeared out of nowhere! I froze and held my breath for a second, my eyes wide with fear and dismay. "What the Fuck,” I mouthed, as the force of the strange monolith materialized; a sudden whirlwind swooshed my hair back. The wind dissipated and I looked around to see if anyone else noticed this miraculous oddity. I stood there dumbfounded and confused. 


“What the Hell,” I said. I walked around it; the smooth slick surface was cold to the touch, and I got zapped by static.

“Ouch,” I jerked my hand back. The monolith is 38 inches in length, 25 inches in width and 7 feet high. What the Hell is this? I pondered, as I looked with wide addled eyes. Suddenly a man walked out of the monolith. I ran behind it. The man who was possibly in his late 20’s, stepped onto the trail. He looked around from side to side. He was wearing a brown pinstriped blazer, with a white button up shirt underneath and a pair of denim jeans with black high-top sneakers. He didn’t notice me, not at first. I was standing behind the monolith, and I furtively peeked around the corner. He walked away from the monolith in the direction I was heading. Leave, don’t follow, I thought, but my curiosity prevailed, and I followed him clandestinely. He stopped midway and stood there looking around with his hands in his pocket. He shook his head and sighed. He turned around to head back to the monolith; our eyes met, he looked at me, surprised with inquisitive eyes. 


“Are you one of the locals?” I just stared at him. He smiled. I was speechless. I didn’t know what to say. He had an accent which sounded British.

“Who are you,” I finally got the courage to ask.

“You can call me Mr. Smith,” he said, and his eyes scanned my appearance.

“How did you get here,” I asked.

He smiled and took a step closer, “I was traveling and stumbled upon this place.” He continued looking at me with curiosity and with a hint of sensual interest in his eyes. I took another step back. “If you really want to know, I will show you, but if you don’t then you can be on your way. I won’t stop you,” he said nonchalantly. I gulped. He stepped closer to me and took my hand; I jerked it away and took a step back.

 “Don’t worry little lady, I promise you’ll enjoy this ride and I’ll bring you right back.” He gestured with his hand toward the monolith. 

“Please let me show you, trust me.” He reached for my hand again, a warm sensation flowed through my body. I didn’t pull away. I felt embarrassed because this strange man who just walked out of a monolith was inviting me to go with him. This strange man is possibly 10 years older than me; I should’ve run away but there was something about his beautiful brown eyes that pulled me into him, his smile, and the glow around him was magnetizing, not to mention that monolith. Where did he come from, I thought. When he touched me, I forgot about my ex-boyfriend, I even forgot my name, until he asked me, “What’s your name?”

“Um, my name is Remi,” I said, diffidently. He grinned flirtatiously. His eyes continue to casually scan my appearance. We walked toward the monolith; I saw one person looking down from one of the hills. He is probably as flabbergasted as I was when the monolith appeared. 

“Come on, step into my pad,” he gestured with his hand, holding a coy smile, he winked. I looked at the monolith, confused. There is no writing on it, a simple black slick surface, cold to the touch as I mentioned earlier. The door slid open I jumped back with a start. He walked in, I cautiously followed. When I walked in, my mouth dropped, my eyes shot open, and I gasped. “Welcome to my pad.” He was excited to see the astonished look on my face. 

“This is a Time Dimensional Spacecraft. TDSC for short.” I looked around, then it occurred to me that I was inside an actual spacecraft, an alien spacecraft. “Wait a minute,” I said and stepped outside and walked around the monolith, looking at it in dismay. It hit me that the exterior does not match the interior in size. I ran back inside. 

“It’s bigger on the inside!” I shouted with excitement, I should’ve been scared, I should’ve run but I was so intrigued by the whole experience, I wanted to know more about this mysterious man and his strange monolith. He chuckled and was thrilled to see how excited I was. 


“I knew you’d be impressed,” he said, with a self-satisfied grin on his face. My heart pounded; my eyes couldn’t get enough of the interior.

 “Do you want to take a trip with me?" he asked. My heart stopped and I took a deep breath, my eyes wide with astonishment; I did not know what to say.

 “You have beautiful eyes,” he said staring at me curiously, looking at me with contemplative eyes, he seemed to be pondering on whether he should or shouldn't take me. I also noticed that his dark brown eyes scanned my appearance in a flirtatious manner. I looked away shyly. There was an awkward silence for a moment. “Um, is this a spaceship? Am I being abducted?” I took a step back toward the door. The door is not visible on the outside, but it is on the inside. “No, if you want to leave that’s up to you, we’re still on the trail you were on.” He stepped closer to me, and stared into my eyes, musingly, setting his arms akimbo. “I’m sure that the one person you saw earlier is nearing the TDSC and probably calling someone on his phone and soon more people will come,” he said with a soft smile, as his eyes rested on me. “If you want to come with me, we can take a trip wherever you want, and I’ll bring you back before dinner. I can travel through time. We can go anywhere you wish.” I was still hesitant.

“Don’t be afraid, once you get to know me, you’ll see what a cool guy I am,” he smiled and winked. I chuckled nervously, as my eyes looked around in the room, the jet-black smooth surface, with intricate geometric design on the walls and floors, was peculiar to me. I can see two control panels on each side, situated against the walls, and the floor reflected the ceiling’s surface. The one thing that stood out at the center of the was a strange black pillar with crystals on it. I set my backpack down on the floor and walked toward it.


“What is this?” I asked as I circled around it. I pointed at the strange pillar at the center where multicolored quartz crystals lay on the surface. One of them was glowing.

“No, don’t touch it,” he said, alarmed. I jerked my hand back.

“What are they?”

“They are what controls this ship,” he said. I thought about this fantastic opportunity in front of me. 

“I think I’ll take you up on that offer but,” I paused.

“But what?”

“I hope you’ll bring me back before dinnertime,” I said with a nervous chuckle. I find him attractive, and I think he senses it. I am flattered that this strange being from another world wants to take me on a trip with him but I’m still skeptical and I should be, what if he never brings me back. We stood face to face; the glow of the crystals accentuated my soft features. 

“How old are you? I don’t want to be in trouble for taking along an underage girl with me on my,” he paused, “Adventures,” he fingered quoted. “Can you imagine the trouble I’d be in?” he added, in a playful manner. 

My life is quite boring right now; I have no boyfriend and no set goal in life, so I mulled over his offer.

“Um, I am 20,” I lied and diffidently looked away. I really am 18 and my birthday will be in October, but I didn’t tell him that. I looked at him curiously and he stared at me, contemplatively.

 “Okay, well you look young,” he said, while touching the crystals on the panel. Each one glowed when he touched them.

  "I just look younger, people always tell me that, but I am 20, my birthday is in four months.” He walked over to me and touched my cheek with his fingers, kissing my forehead. I blushed and he smiled.

“Where would you like to go?” he asked. He tapped a red crystal. A black metal chair appeared a few feet away from him. He took off his brown pinstriped blazer and tossed it on the chair. I thought about what he said, “Well, if you are a real time traveler, I would like to visit the 1970’s,” I said.

“Any particular year in mind?” he asked.

“Yeah, 1976, my grandmother told me it was a good year,” I shrugged and smiled coyly. He scoffed and smiled at me. “Okay, let’s go then,” he said, with ebullience. He told me to touch a blue crystal. “But I thought you didn’t want me to touch the crystals?”

“I’m giving you permission,” he said. He told me to think about my grandmother and the year 1976. I closed my eyes and imagined what it would be like to be there.



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Friday, February 2, 2024

Summary for Diary of a Time Traveler's Companion

 


18-year-old Remi went for a hike on a Summer’s Day and as she made her way along one of the trails, a black 7-foot-tall monolith materializes before her. An enigmatic man steps out and their eyes met. He invites her to join him on a trip through time and space in his monolith. At first she is hesitant to accept his offer. However, his mesmerizing eyes and bewitching smile entice her into accepting his proposal. She realizes that the handsome mystifying time traveler has secrets, and thus is entangled in a relationship with dire consequences.






In the future I will share more excepts from A Time Traveler’s Companion, they will be posted on another blog.

NOTE: in the story, the monolith has the capacity to change height and width to accommodate its' surroundings.


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Thursday, February 1, 2024

Updates on Books I Am Writing

 



I just want to give my readers an update on my progress of the books I am currently writing. 

Diary of a Time Traveler’s Companion: so far, I’m at 207 pages in; this book will be a full-length novel. It will be published under another pen name. It is based on a fanfic I’ve been writing. There are some changes in the book that sets it apart from the Fanfic. For those who know about my Fanfiction, kudos to you! You’ll enjoy the book as well. 

 


Path Less Taken: I am working on this book, I just haven’t gotten as far as I would like but it's possible that the completion date will be around the same time the Time Traveler’s book will be completed. I alternate between books when working on them.


*Pictures of the characters from both of my books are posted on my Facebook author page. 

Note: the character Jack Harlin is similar to the Jack character in Doctor Who but there are slight differences. And as you probably have figured out the woman with the curly blonde hair represents River but not the same personality. Both Jack and Melanie are bisexual.


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Wednesday, January 24, 2024

Authors Who Write Romance/Smut Books

 


Personally, I have no problem with any authors that write romantic/erotic/smut. Hell, I’m writing one too and I hope to have it published this year. However, there are some people who assume that because an author writes romance/smut books, that they’re writing out of experience and therefore the author must be a slut. This seems to happen to Indie authors, not authors who are well known and have established a name for themselves.


Yes, it's hard to believe that people still slut shame. You’ll recognize that classic fake cough that comes out of certain people's mouths that ends with the word, slut. Slut shaming isn’t new, but before casting any stones, they should look in the mirror.


Anyways, I am working on my first romantic/sci-fi fantasy smut book. It has what women love and what men love. By the way, I wouldn’t necessarily call it smut, it’s not as bad as some other books that I’ve read, however my new book is different than what I’ve written in the past so it might shock people.

 Working on a full-length novel takes a lot of time but I’m also working on Volume 2 of the Phoenix Files and enjoying every minute of it, much to my husband’s chagrin. He never understood how important my writing is to me.


My book, Diary of a Time Traveler’s Companion is based on a Fanfiction I am writing. I state writing because I’m not quite finished with it yet. I must admit, it is the first time I’ve ever written a Fanfiction before. I am not going to reveal what the name of the fanfic story is but for those who suspect that I am the author of that certain Fanfiction, congratulations you figured it out.


 If you call me out on it, and name the fanfic, I will give you a free signed copy of the paperback version of, Diary of a Time Traveler’s Companion, when it is released. Anyways, please do visit links below and check out my website to stay updated. Feel free to post a comment on this blog, you can remain anonymous.


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Saturday, December 9, 2023

Path Less Taken: The Phoenix Files Vol. 2

 


Path Less Taken
excerpt from Chapter 1: Dreams

Jane sat in her office, reviewing case files on her laptop. "Most seem straightforward. I'll let others handle them," she thought, taking a sip of her coffee. MK arrived after her last class, asking about the next assignment Father Patrick had mentioned. She entered the office with a messenger bag slung over her shoulder, wearing a red and white striped tee shirt with faded jeans, and her hair cascading loosely down her shoulders. 



Jane told MK that Father Patrick had left a file for them in the teacher's lounge the previous day. "You're excited to start this new assignment. Are you sure you want to join? Are you prepared? It involves potential portals and other dimensions," Jane mentioned as she got up from her desk and walked to the water dispenser. MK thought for a moment. She sighed and sat down on the chair across from Jane's desk. Jane returned to her desk, sat down, and placed her stainless-steel water bottle beside her. 
 "I understand why you're questioning me, but I assure you, I am ready. Besides, we've been delaying major assignments for a few months now." Jane gazed into MK's beautiful blue eyes, eyes that could see beyond what she could see; she nodded. "MK, let's discuss it. Mainly about the dreams, okay?"
MK hesitated. "My dreams are intricate," she admitted. MK got up and went to the coffee maker, noticing that Jane had made coffee earlier. She added sugar and cream to her cup before sitting down and placed it on a coaster with a South of the border design. "I still dream about the mono-yellow labyrinth, but lately, my dreams have been even stranger and more vivid," MK explained to Jane. Jane’s brows furrowed; a solicitous look shadowed her face.
 “What?” Jane looked at her with a mix of curiosity and worry, urging MK to elaborate on her connection to the mysterious Backrooms. MK hesitated for a moment, aware of the unsettling nature of her experiences. "In my dreams, I find myself in different settings - suburbs, farms, even a city but it feels empty, like there's no one around. And then there's this man," she shuddered, as if reliving a haunting encounter. In the towering skyscraper overlooking the bustling city, a figure with pointed ears and an enigmatic, pale complexion stands by the window, his face concealed from view.



Clad in a suit of greyish blue, he engages in conversation with me, his words shrouded in mystery."
“What does he say,” asked Jane, she is perturbed by MK’s revelation. MK paused and continued, “I see him experimenting on some of those unfortunate people that stumbled into his territory. He is dressed in a white overcoat like a doctor, I am unbale to see his face, it’s blurred out. I sense evil when I see him and one time, I think he saw me watching him. 



He said, “Ah, princess you’re here.” I woke up with a start.” Jane took a moment to reflect, releasing a deep sigh. "It pains me to witness your torment," she expressed, "but unfortunately, since this creep resides within your dreams, I am unable to extract and eliminate him." Jane paused, sighing once again. 


She had a hunch that someone from the Backrooms was attempting to reach out to MK. Feeling powerless, Jane yearned to sever the ties between that individual and MK, yet she understood that MK had to take matters into her own hands. With another sigh, Jane swallowed her frustration. “I think that if you find out what his name is, maybe I can have Father Patrick look him up. He might be one of the scientists that became trapped in the Backrooms when the accident happened. Maybe he lives somewhere within that Hellish place and developed psychic powers.” A perturbed look shadowed MK’s face. “Don’t worry, we’ll work on this and stop the connection, I promise.” Jane reassured her and reached out to hold her hand, but Jane hesitated to confess her true feelings for MK. MK reciprocated by holding Jane's hands and she changed the subject to the missing person case in Yosemite Park, expressing surprise and curiosity about the situation.  “So, where will we be going next,” asked MK. Jane showed her the file.

“Katy Lois Tyler missing in Yosemite Park? Probably one of those paranormal cases, right? Jane agreed, with a nod. "But how?" MK inquired.


"Well, it says here she's been gone for three months. She has two sons and a husband who loves and miss her," Jane explained.

MK's enthusiasm was evident as she eagerly asked, "So, when are we departing?" Jane, on the other hand, mentioned that Father Patrick would contact her for additional guidance. She got up, went to the table where she had kept the donuts, took one, and returned to her desk. Lost in her thoughts, MK didn't pay much attention when Jane sat back down. However, Jane noticed the distant expression on MK's face and inquired about what was troubling her. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing,” responded MK.

"Hey, don't worry about it. I've got your back, and this task will be just like the rest." She reassured her. MK nodded in agreement, expressing gratitude for the support. "You mean a lot to me, we're a team in this fight together." Jane comforted MK, helping her push away the dark thoughts from her mind. Both had unsettling dreams, and Jane's dreams take her to the Backrooms where she was searching for MK but encountered a Hound. As it attacks her, she slowly begins to transform into the same creature. She can sense her body changing into something grotesque and repulsive, feeling the agony of each bone twisting into a vile and supernatural form. The man from MK’s dreams, hints at her being an entity from the Backrooms but MK keeps Jane in the dark about what he revealed. MK suspects that the mysterious man in her dreams was once human but has yet to uncover the full extent of his relationship with her. MK notices a flyer on the desk and brings up a local church festival to raise money for the poor, shifting the conversation away from their previous somber discussion. “Good, this is what we need before we go off again. I can’t wait.” The festivities will involve rides, game booths and food venders. “Well, where do you want to have dinner tonight?” Jane asked.

“I guess we can go to Manuel’s Mexican food. I’m feeling Mexican today,” said MK with a chuckle. Jane smiled and nodded. 


Later that evening, Jane and MK found themselves enjoying a delightful dinner at the restaurant. “Hey, fancy meeting you two here,” John joined them at their table and greeted Jane with a friendly remark. Although surprised, Jane was pleased to see him there. Curious about his presence.


MK inquired, "What brings you here?" While taking a sip of her margarita. John explained that he was already at the bar when he saw them come in, finished his drink, and decided to join them because he had something to ask. There was a serious expression in his eyes, causing Jane to furrow her brows with worry. “What’s wrong?”

“Well, I just wanted to ask you both if,” he paused. “If you are having dreams,” he said and took a sip from Jane’s beer.

 “John, I don’t think this is the place to talk about this,” Jane responded. He nodded.

"So, you're going to the festival, right?" MK mentioned. Jane gave her a glance.

"Oh, I assumed he already knew," MK apologized. "Why is the Padre sending you to Yosemite?" he inquired, grabbing a tortilla chip from a bowl near Jane's plate, dipping it in guacamole, and eating it. Jane sighed, "We're searching for a missing person with a supernatural/paranormal link, and that's why the organization is involved." He gave a nod. "Are you both prepared for this task?" MK nodded in response. "We're all set," she glanced at Jane. Jane smiled and confirmed, "Absolutely."

"Alright, if you need assistance, you know where to reach me," he assured her. Later, after Jane left MK at her apartment, she returned home. John was waiting outside her door. They entered her apartment together, and she secured the door behind them. “Do you want anything to drink other than liquor,” she asked as she exhaled and walked into the kitchen to get a cup of water and took a sleeping pill of 25milligrams. It wasn’t a prescription pill, just the standard off the counter pills. John noticed. “You never needed to take anything to help you sleep. Are you sleeping well?” he asked. Jane sighed and walked to the sofa and sat down next to him. She took a better look at her dear friend and noticed that he too must not be sleeping well. “I think all of us have been having unusual dreams,” she said.

 “Unusual is not what I’d call them,” he said as he took off his boots and placed them on the floor.

 “John, do you want to spend the night here?” he nodded. “I don’t know if you or MK have been having nightmares of the Backrooms but sometimes, I swear they seem so vivid that I’m back there again.” He put his head on her lap, like a child needing to be comforted. “Yes, you can stay the night here, you can take the couch. It’s a bit lumpy but…”

“I know you save your bed for MK,” he joked.

“Does she know how you feel about her? Have you told her?” Jane smirked and shook her head.

“John, my love life is none of your business, anyways, I don’t think it’s the right time.”

 “Uh-huh, well one day she will pick up on that feeling. I think she swings both ways,” he smiled and shrugged. “Shut it,” said Jane. John sat up and Jane got him a blanket and an extra pillow. She sat next to him. “What kind of dreams do you have,’ he asked her. "I have returned to the dreaded Backrooms," she said, her voice trailing off.

"And then what?" he inquired.

"Well, I encountered a Hound while searching for MK, and I endured the excruciating transformation into one of them," she explained. A heavy silence hung in the air. John swallowed hard; his breath shaky.

"What's wrong?" she asked, concern etched on her face.

"In my dream, I found myself trapped in the Backrooms, consumed by the desire to hunt you down and end your life because you had become one of those abominations. I felt a looming danger threatening my very existence," he confessed. Jane gasped; her eyes filled with worry as she gazed at him.


"But it won't happen, John. These dreams are mere illusions, not reality. I believe they are being sent to us from the Backrooms, but we must resist their influence. We share a bond, you were my mentor, and I was your apprentice," she reassured, injecting a touch of humor with a Star Wars reference. "I never want to return to the Backrooms, but if you find yourself there again, I will implore Father Patrick to bring me to your aid." Jane nodded, understanding that if she ever transformed into a Hound, John would have no choice but to do what must be done. Surprisingly, they all had a restful night's sleep, including MK. Their minds were free from any unsettling dreams. However, Father Patrick's experience was quite different. He was tormented by a forbidden desire that haunted his dreams, a secret that remained hidden in the depths of his being. 


As he sat up in bed, he whispered, "The Light." Taking a moment to catch his breath, he got up and made his way to the bathroom. Filled with uncertainty, he prayed for strength, asking for God's help. While pouring water into a Dixie cup, he caught a glimpse of the mirror and saw a woman with dark hair and captivating hazel blue eyes. Startled, he dropped the cup, but the woman smiled and blew him a kiss before vanishing. He closed his eyes, let out a sigh, and returned to bed.


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