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Happy Monday all, since October has started I’ve been trying to promote my Candy Shop Novel in honor of my birthday and so far it’s been fun. I actually took the time to vlog about it on my YouTube channel. I’ll link it below. If you haven’t heard of my book I’ll post a link to it directly on amazon, but a link will also be on the video!

This novel is the story of a young woman, Jordan Jones, who must deal with the drama in her life one problematic day at a time. Her nightlife as a stripper to support her 3 year old son whilst she tries to finish college puts her at odds with her non supportive, belittling family. The child’s father is a monster in and of himself. Her world is always one step away from crashing until she meets someone who helps her find love for herself. Take a journey to the Candy Shop and see what awaits you!

My vlog about the novel

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The Candy Shop!

A young woman, Jordan Jones, is trying to navigate life and survive life in Chamberlyn, New York. She struggles with her abusive ex-boyfriend, drug addiction and deep family issues. All while working at a strip club, Welcome to the Candy Shop


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My fantasy fiction novel about a young couple, Leon and Devin, find out they are descended from Gods and have a destiny thrust upon them to save the world from darkness. All while trying to finish college!

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Who wants a paperback copy of Candy Shop?

As the title implies my latest novel, The Candy Shop has been printed and is finally available to the public for purchase. If you aren’t a fan of e-readers or kindle reading on a tablet, then this is for you! Check out the link below and order you a paperback copy of my novel today!!! Please leave me a review on it!

My novel can be purchased here:

The Chamberlyn Chronicles: The Candy Shop Available here!!!


The Candy Shop is an urban drama set in the fictional city of Chamberlyn, New York. Jordan Jones is a young black woman who is the object of many a man’s fantasy is working hard to finish college during the day and as a stripper at night for The Candy Shop Strip Club to provide for her three year old son, Grey. With very few friends to rely on and a basically nonexistent family she’s become skeptical of the world, and very cut off. She wears sarcasm and a bad attitude like body armor as she deals with the criticisms of the world. The father of her child is a successful lawyer who is more underhanded than he seems to the public, and he’ll stop at nothing to achieve his goals. But a messed up family and a demented baby daddy are the least of her problems as a new sinister figure moves into town to take over the seedy underbelly and sets his sights on her. Sex, drugs, and danger leave very little room for love, but even love finds Jordan Jones in Chamberlyn, New York. Welcome to The Chamberlyn Chronicles

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Draft 1

The Moon Fall Incident
They called it the Moon Fall Incident. I only learned this many months after that day. This was the last day I saw my wife, the last day I was truly happy. I can still see it, that day I mean. I relive it every night in my fitful sleep.
My wife, Tiombie, and I were coming home from a busy day running errands and planning on cooking Thai food for dinner. The scent of her perfume still lingers in my nose from that day. Her laugh wraps itself around my heart and warms me at night now. Those auburn eyes that could always see through me, damn I miss them.

“What are you starring at Cade?” She asked me breaking my trance. I hung on her words for a moment. Every sound wave ingrained into my memory now.

“Cade?” She repeated
“At the you my sunrise, because you brighten my day.” I say to her. I should have told her more. I should have told her that my love for her was endless and that I’d trade the world for another day with her.
“Well, my sunset I hope you still feel that way after you wash the dishes, it’s your turn.” She said with a giggle. I would have responded to her but this is where it began. The core of my being felt so cold. That cold feeling bore a feeling of absolute evil. A feeling of malice in a pure form entered my body and paralyzed me. I could hear my wife talking but I couldn’t respond to her. My gaze drifted upward into the partly cloudy sky and I spoke without thought.

“Pull the car over right now!” I yelled out now. Tiombie swerved off the road abruptly with a scowl on her face. She started to yell at me but saw the sweat pouring off my brow and wiped my head on concern.

“What’s wrong with you?” She asked me. I didn’t have an answer. This feeling was nauseating now. Before she could ask more she followed my gaze and gasped. We were both staring at a cluster of clouds in the distance. There was a perfect circle seemingly cut out of it.
“A hole in the clouds?” I say finally gaining some composure back.
“What did that?” She asked. We didn’t wait long for an answer. An enormous radiantly white orb plummeted through it and crashed into the cityscape in the distance. At first there was no sound, but all at once the sounds of the other cars on the highway swerving to a stop hit me first. Then the sound of metal being crushed and glass shattering came. Lastly the sound of various explosions deafened me. The orb shot back into the sky and the screams of survivors filled my ears now. But not in he traditional since. I felt the screams from within.
“We have to get out of here!” Tiombie yelled as she cranked the car again.
“Wait! Don’t move the car yet, look up there!” I ordered now. She hesitated but listened to me. We gazed upward and saw more circles opening in the cloud cover around the city now. Fear started to settle in now, but something told me to move now. To this day I can’t explain why I listened. My hand found the handle and pulled the door open.

“Where the hell are you going?” Tiombie yelled at me as I peered upward at the new hole opening up directly above us. I didn’t respond to her as I walked a few feet away from the car. She tried to follow and I thirst my had back at her telling her to stop. When I did her door slammed shut, rocking the car. Tiombie tried opening it from what I heard but couldn’t. I never took my eyes off the sky to confirm it. A few others got out of their cars and joined me in my gaze now. The perfect circle was mesmerizing now, and the Malice I felt in my stomach began to fade. A feeling of tranquility enveloped me, then an adrenaline rush. Something was about to happen I could feel it.
In the moment between breaths time seemed to stop. Everything froze in place and that’s when it spoke to us.

“Finally, you are ready!” A voice rumbled from within. I can’t explain it, but it felt like an ancient presence. Something unknown yet familiar at the same time. I wanted to call out tour but time started to flow again now, and we saw it now. The white orb of death and destruction was plummeting towards the earth now. I’ve never seen something move so fast before.
“The Time is now!” The voice rang out again. My body moved finally, I didn’t know why but I thrust my hands upward with my eyes jammed shit waiting to feel a hot crushing death. Something I could only describe as power welled up in my gut and I felt my body and mind strain beyond belief. I winced and groaned but poured everything I had into maintaining this feeling. It felt like an eternity went by before I felt a small bit of relief.

“Cade, look up!” My wife called to me from the car. I opened my eyes, slowly letting the light enter. The orb was hovering above the road about a 100 yards away. Getting a good look at it now, it looked like a small moon.

“Did we do this?” A blond haired guy in fatigues asked staring in my direction. I looked around and saw a few more people got out of their cars and were holding their hands up now.

“I don’t know, but I’m glad it stopped.” I say finally taking a breath. I turned my focus back on the moon and he did the same. I don’t know what he thought of but something made me think I wanted it gone. I searched inside for that feeling and it came lurching out again. I winced bit kept my eyes in the moon and thought of pushing it back. After a few seconds of feeling foolish it slowly began drifting upward. A few yells of triumph echoes through the street as it was pushed back. The strain got worse as I pushed harder, but I wanted it gone. With a final effort we pushed against it and it rocketed back upwards into orbit. The clouds dispersed rapidly revealing a brilliant blue sky now. A calm set in amongst the crowd as we felt like we overcame death. I can only hope that was the case.

I turned to face my wife and I couldn’t move. I wanted to wrap my arms around her and never let her go. I wanted to taste her luscious lips just once more. Bask in the luminous glow of her supple brown skin, but all I could do was drop to my knees crippled by exhaustion. The last thing I could see was her beating on the glass trying to get to me before I blacked out.

An unknown amount of time later

Have you ever had a hangover and got woken up by a continuous obnoxious banging? That was my life currently. My eyes still hadn’t open yet but my other senses were compensating. I could smell wood burning, possibly a campfire. The obnoxious banging was coupled with cursing at a door that wouldn’t open. There was someone sobbing around me as well. My mouth felt gritty, was there sand in my mouth? I tried to spit it out but my mouth was too dry to do so. My limbs felt like they were injected with led, it was impossible hard to try and prop myself up. I rubbed the floor slowly realizing that i was laying on a stone or cement flooring. The sobs intensify and I realize someone is talking now.
“…up…. Get up man! How long are you going to be a zombie?” The voice asked. It was familiar. The soldier from the highway. My eyes creeped open and the light from the fire stung them shut again.
“What hit me?” I groan holding my head attempting to open my eyes again.
“A fucking moon. Now get up and help me open this door.” He ordered. I scan the room and now and everything is stone, a brown stone room with paintings on the walls. Three sides were completely solid minus the huge door in the center of the wall opposite of the opening leading to a balcony. The sun looked like it was rising in the distance, over a mountain. A mountain? I live in a region of Georgia that isn’t mountainous. Panic sets in and I force myself up and rush for the balcony. I rushed headlong for the edge now without a thought before my hand was grabbed and I was yanked back. The soldier pulled me back and put his hand on my shoulder.

“Hold steady man! We’ve already lost one guy who thought this was a trick.” He said to me leading me slowly to the edge. He pointed down into the ravine we were apparently sitting on top of. Across the rocks below ere the bloody remains of another man wearing robes. I take a second to process seeing a dead body and look at the soldier and myself. We were dressed in brown robes.
“Thanks… umm..”
“Carter. Jonathan Carter.” He answered.
“Cade Harris.” I say shaking his hand. The sound of sobs enters my ears again and visions of my wife come flooding back. I turn towards it hopefully only to be met with crushing disappointment.

“Where is my wife? Where are we?” I say starting to panic. Carter grabbed my shoulders and shook me as hard as he could now.

“Hey I’m not having both of you break down on me. Shit one of you already committed suicide. We have to man up and get back to our families! I can’t answer any of your questions, but I do plan on going home.” He said confidently. He let me go and heads back to the door and returns to kicking it. I stare at the sunrise and wonder how long I’ve been here and if my wife was okay. The sobs break my train of thought and I head over to the small Indian woman huddled in the corner.
“Hey, miss? What’s your name?” I say trying to calm her. She wipes her eyes and tries to speak now.

“Fatima kumari.” She said with a shaking voice. I hold my hand out to her and offer to help her up. She reluctantly takes it.

“Carter is right. We have to get our heads together and get out of here.” I say to her. She wipes her eyes again and nods in affirmation. The three of us pull prod and kick the hell out of this stone door for hours now. The three of us fall to the ground with our backs on the stone door now exhausted, frustrated and starting to get hungry.
The sun was high in the sky now, the only things we’ve learned this far was we were devoid of all technology. Carter was on his third deployment and has seen actual combat. Fatima was a pediatrician, and didn’t want to die a virgin. Lastly, I was sadly resulting to coming up with jokes that started with “A white guy, Black guy, and Indian girl walk into a bar…” in an effort to not break down in tears.

“Okay Carter we’ve done everything how the hell do we get out of here?” I asked now growing angry.

“I thinking man. What I wouldn’t give for some explosives right now.” He said before cursing under his breath. Fatima sat quietly wiping her eyes and fighting more tears. I thought about my wife and stood up. My body was moving on its own, because I didn’t have the energy to do this.
“I’m coming to you my Sunrise.” I growl as I place both my palms on the stone door. Carter stood up behind me with Fatima following suit.
“Just take a break man. You’re gonna pass out if you continue.” He said to me.
“He’s right, we haven’t had any food or water, continuing can be dangerous.” Fatima says now.
“Listen to the doctor. Even though she isn’t the least bit winded. How?” Carter asks now. She looks at him just as baffled. She realized at that moment she wasn’t tired in the least. Not hungry or thirsty.
“I’m getting out of this prison!” I yell at the door now. I heard them say word of caution but I was tuning them out as I muster all I could into pushing he door. That feeling from before creepy out of my core. That power welled up and I started wishing this door could be open. It was standing in between me and my wife filling me with rage. The powers radiated to my extremities now and the ground around me trembled.

“Hey what are you doing?” Carter yelled startled now. The ground cracked between his legs and he jumped towards Fatima.

“Let. Us. Out!” I yelled and a surge of power erupted from my body blowing the door to pieces. A smile crept across my face as the weakness set in and I started to fall. Both Carter and Fatima catch me and keep me on my feet.

“Stay with us!” Fatima says worried.
“Holy shit bro!” Carter exclaims in a mixture of awe and pride.
“Let’s get out of here.” I say weakly to them. Without another word we start walking through the path of rubble I created into the unknown.

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The Chamberlyn Chronicles is for sale!!!


After much formatting and debate, The Chamberlyn Chronicles: The Candy Shop, is for sale and download on Amazon!!!

It’s Free through Kindle Unlimited and only $2.99 to purchase otherwise. There will soon come a countdown deal where I’m giving it away for free for a while so make sure to check out amazon and get you copy!!! Thanks for all the support! Below will be a link to the amazon page that you can go to and a summary of the novel!!!


The Candy Shop is an urban drama set in the fictional city of Chamberlyn, New York. Jordan Jones is a young black woman who is the object of many a man’s fantasy is working hard to finish college during the day and as a stripper at night for The Candy Shop Strip Club to provide for her three year old son, Grey. With very few friends to rely on and a basically nonexistent family she’s become skeptical of the world, and very cut off. She wears sarcasm and a bad attitude like body armor as she deals with the criticisms of the world. The father of her child is a successful lawyer who is more underhanded than he seems to the public, and he’ll stop at nothing to achieve his goals. But a messed up family and a demented baby daddy are the least of her problems as a new sinister figure moves into town to take over the seedy underbelly and sets his sights on her. Sex, drugs, and danger leave very little room for love, but even love finds Jordan Jones in Chamberlyn, New York. Welcome to The Chamberlyn Chronicles

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The Chamberlyn Chronicles Continues!!!

For those of you who followed the first book of The Chamberlyn Chronicles and loved it, I’ll let you in on a little secret….. You don’t spend a good part of your undergraduate years working at The Candy Shop and not develop a Sweet Tooth…..

If you’re wondering, yes it’s intentionally greyscaled and blurred lol.

New stories coming soon.

-Poetic Ice

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Title for my story


Need a title for my new story… think egyptian gods, young rebellious man, and creatures if the night…. what do you think?

1. Fire and Isis
2. The order of Isis
3. The knot of TYET

Any of those grip you?

I’m asking the world because I suck at titles. A 21 year old college student with a brazen nature is a natural magnet for chaos and trouble. This constantly infuriates his father who is a man who lives with all in order and planned. His nature leads him to discover the tomb of the Goddess Isis. Once she is raised from the Duat, strange things begin to happen around the world. He soon learns that she didn’t rise alone. He must find away to stop the other beasts and God’s that have risen with her as well as resist his love for the Goddess Isis. Blood is the key, blood is what feeds These immortals, how much will need to be spilled?

No clue what to title it lol any ideas?

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Sacred Swords, a fantasy novel

Here is a snippet from my novel, Sacred Swords. It’s available for purchase now from amazon. You can click on the link to the left of the page that says Sacred Swords for a direct link to amazon if you wanted to give the rest of it a try. I hope you like it!

-Poetic Ice


The blood slowly ran from my lip as I stared at Maelstrom with a fierce gaze. I was on bended knee a few feet away from him propping myself up on my sword, Hurricane, but I may as well have been miles away. Maelstrom met my gaze with his, full of bloodlust and jealousy. His hand had a tight grip on his blade, Tsunami. The cursed blade shined brightly in the twilight as he brought it to the Devin’s neck. Her hair lay pinned to her face by the water that was used to trap her. She was exhausted, and injured. Her sword, Soleil was at her feet glowing longing for its owner to pick it up.

“Let her go Maelstrom!” I yelled while trying to catch my breath. Taking on his mini army of water demons had got the best of me, but I’ll never admit it. The Watery vortex that surrounded Devin’s body was growing smaller, increasing the pressure on her body. She yelped in pain and shot him a cross look.

“Damn it, your problem is with me, let her go!” I protested as I managed to rise to my feet and lift my sword. Hurricane started to glow radiantly and wind began to flow around it. It was always a weapon that responded to my emotions.

“You’re wrong. My problem is with both of you!” Maelstrom said finally speaking.

“Take me instead!” I pleaded with a sour taste in my mouth. I hated having to beg, but I cared too much for Devin to let him kill her. He smiled knowing he finally broken me, but that wasn’t enough for him. I knew he wanted to shatter me. He pointed his sword to the ocean, and with a radiant flash the waves crashed against the beach. When the waves receded two more water demons approached me with their swords drawn.

“Take him!” Maelstrom ordered as he brought the blade back to Devin’s neck, breaking the skin slightly. Blood trickled down slowly. She winced but didn’t give him the satisfaction of yelping again.

“Damn you Maelstrom. Leon, please just flee from here!” Devin cried out. I gave a quick glare at her like I would anytime she gave me an order I didn’t like. I quickly raised my blade and charged the demons. They let out a spine chilling hiss like they always do and charged me. The first swung his blade over head with great force. I sidestepped at the last moment and severed his arm with my blade. Its arm evaporated and he lunged at me with his remaining arm. He scrapped the side of my face and the blood poured quickly. I impaled him with Hurricane, sending the blade through his backside. The hilt was stuck in his chest. I lifted him off the ground and turned him towards the other demon who decided to watch. I invoked Hurricanes power and it shot a torrent of wind towards it. He was blasted miles away back to the ocean that spawned him. I brought the blade down with force splitting the demon on it. He evaporated with an angry hiss.

“Damn useless demons!” Maelstrom yelled as he charged me from behind. Before I could react the hilt of his sword hit me in the back of the head. Dazed I fell to my knee again. Blindly I swiped back at him the blade missed, but the fierce wind surrounding the blade gashed his armored chest plate. Blood seeped out over his armor. He cursed and jumped back.

“Enough of this!” he yelled as he pointed his sword at Devin in the trapped vortex. The sword glowed faintly and then the unthinkable happened. The vortex swirled around her entire body engulfing her head as well. It formed a bubble around her as she struggled to get out then it exploded outward. The force blew me backwards onto my back. I quickly gathered myself and rose to my feet but my mouth dropped to the sand. There was just a wet spot where it once stood. Nothing else. She was gone. Only thing remaining was Soleil, with its glow fading away on the ground. Tears flowed uncontrollably from my eyes. At the time I couldn’t tell if it was pure rage or despair that caused them. It didn’t matter, she was gone.

“AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!” was the only sound I could muster from my throat in this state. Maelstrom looked at me smiling in my despair. He even began to laugh at me, the bastard.

“Aww, did I strike a nerve Leon, Sora, Or Sky Warrior, whatever you wish to be called.” he smirked. My gaze on him intensified. The tension in the air was unbearable. This was the power of Hurricane, This was my power.

“HURRICANE!” I yelled as I pointed my blade to the heavens. Maelstrom knew he’d finally provoked me to the breaking point, but he couldn’t stop me no matter how he tried now. He took a step and an intense wind buffeted his body throwing him backwards. Clouds were gathering above me in the sky, swirling at a high velocity. The center of the clouds was over the tip of my blade, the eye of the storm. Maelstrom pointed his blade at the ocean and invoked the ocean to do his bidding. A wave rose and rushed towards me. Instinctively I raised my other hand towards it, and a gust of wind shot out repelling the ocean.

“HOW!?” he yelled confused.

“You brought this on yourself, pushed me entirely too far. YOU SHOULDN’T HAVE TAKEN HER FROM ME!” I yelled. In response to my cry the hurricane above me grew in power exponentially. The clouds darkened to a deep black and the winds produced forced the waves away from the shore, sand flew everywhere. Maelstrom tried to run but the wind had him frozen in place. Any direction he tried to move, he met with a wall of wind. He wasn’t going to escape me. I lowered my free arm and a tornado wrapped around my feet lifting me to the sky above the hurricane I formed. I lowered my blade and aimed it at Maelstrom.

“GO!” I yelled and immediately the hurricane, easily a category 5, launched itself at the beach shore directly at him. The windows of all the nearby buildings shattered and the remainder of the pier crumbled as it was blown away. Maelstrom was consumed by the wind, screaming for help as the winds ripped his armor apart and sliced his body rapidly. I willed the hurricane back into the sky to keep the city damage to a minimum and thrust it out over the ocean. I kept the gaze of intense anger until the storm dissipated over the ocean, over a hundred miles away. With Maelstrom gone the anger gave way to despair, and the tornado that carried me dissipated as well. I fell to the shore crashing hard on my back.

The physical pain I felt paled in comparison to the pain in my heart now. Tears streamed down my face and I couldn’t help but sob at the thought of Devin being gone. The sun was fully raised now as the afternoon gave way to the evening. I stared into it trying to find an answer to everything that’s happened so far. My armor was heavy now that my pain had set in. With all threats being gone Hurricane had changed back into a necklace and charm shaped like a blade and was hanging from my neck again. I lay my hand down on the beach sand and it ran across smooth warm metal. I yanked it back instantly not expecting the heat. I looked down and saw Soleil, Devin’s blade, had found its way to me. Or more likely it found its way to its partner blade Hurricane. I picked it up, the heat numbed my hand a little before I got used to it. I looked it over and it started to make me feel better. It was as if it was trying to calm me down. I turned to the sky again and looked at the sun.

“Wait… The sun is still glowing in the sky! Soleil was still intact and in my hand.” I yelled out to myself on the beach. I stood up with Soleil in hand and pointed it towards the sun.

“If Devin, Soleil’s chosen one, the Sun Warrior, was dead, the sword and sun surely would have reacted adversely. SHE’S OUT THERE!” I yelled happily as a boy with a new toy. Soleil began to glow radiantly as if it was happy that I finally realized what was happening. It started to pull me toward the east. It compelled me to go toward Mount Volcanus. It changed itself back to a necklace and hung itself around my neck. I could still feel it compelling me to go to the mountain.

“Wait for me Devin, I’m coming. The Dark One won’t have you long. It’s time to end this!” I proclaimed as I gathered my things and headed east.

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My Book, Sacred Swords

My novel Sacred Swords is available for purchase via Amazon today. Its an easy read set in a fictional version of our world where good, evil, are personified by beings of great power and wonder. The two chosen descendants of God’s must learn to master their powers and their swords if they are to save the world from darkness and sin personified. Please read the sample on Amazon