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Camille Linderen from Vesper Heliotropic the Graphic Novel
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Sketch of Camille Linderen, Heroine of Vesper Heliotropic Sci-Fi eBook & Paperback Series
Camille Linderen Heroine of Vesper Heliotropic Sci-Fi eBook & Paperback Series
14. Beatriz
Camille was standing in front of a set of massive mahogany doors surrounded by the stark white of a barren antique hallway.
She could feel the cool air pushing through the marble and steel of the stairway behind her.
The doors had ball bearing hinges with square and circular portals of double beveled glass. They were large enough to make even her look somewhat dwarfed by its size.
Though they appeared from a distance to be clear and transparent, at closer inspection, she noticed, at eye-level no less, the mid section of circular portals, were anything but transparent. In fact, one could barely even make out the most obscure shapes coming through from the other side.
It felt as though she had suddenly boarded an old cruise ship.
An antique clock with iron hands struck midnight with a loud clank of its gears above the elevator on the opposing wall. She thought of the clock. ‘Time isn’t made of metal parts anymore,’ she concluded, looking ponderously back at the clock as if it had been someone she was discussing the matter with.
It was precisely the time she’d been told to meet her.
She wore a black sleeveless romper belted with a white strap and silver hoop buckle. Her hair was cut much shorter and was almost as dark as her outfit. It was now a deep crimson with curls on the ends of where it met her chin.
She had no bra on and liked the feeling of her breasts making suggestive teardrop shapes through the fabric. It felt like someone could just reach in and hold one for a moment, that feeling of utter accessibility. The material clung to her hardening nipples with a mildly stimulating grip. Her breasts felt weighty
and she liked the feeling they gave her, perhaps it was a strange mixture of fertility and arousal, she couldn’t be sure which.
The romper cut off in an exacting line right where her torso ended, extending her smooth long white feminine legs connected to checkered wedge shoes.
She never wore pantyhose and didn’t have the money for NeauSmoothing, so she always just went bare legged, and felt more raw that way anyhow.
This was all in spite of a rather small but deep patch of blemishes on her lower left calf, rattling around the back of her mind.
I should have tried to cover it up. No time.
She was also slightly concerned that her waist was Thyn enough, but was comforted to see in the reflective surface of the glass in front of her, that her small gut was covered up by the wide belt and buckle which met each other a tiny bit above where her little pouch began. Her hips were a little more padded than she might have liked, but the romper was loose enough to obscure them.
To boot, the SM software of her LSwitch had a password problem, so she’d actually gone with conventional facial makeup, looking somewhat hurriedly applied.
Her shoulders, bare, appeared to be more like pale straight edges cutting out the stark color of her figure from the hazy, dull, muted red of the door. As if she were making the attempt at conforming to its shape, yet all in spite of its lackluster.
Then the door opened without a knock, and a heavyset middle aged lady with grey hair she’d never seen before, greeted her.
“Are you the friend of Beatriz?”
18. Home Owners – VESPER HELIOTROPIC – Random Sample
A huge CAMBIAN Flag came out of the awning of Helen’s porch, making it look really small in comparison. Dwarfed beside it like a little sister, were the stars and stripes of the old republic–of course, the USC.
The Inner CAMBIAN core Emblem as it was framed in a circle, not a square. The CAMBIAN Emblem was black, set against a large white rectangle. A center circle had three stems with adjacent petals as if to rotate. It was surrounded by ‘U-Blue,’ the UNATRAD Trademarked Navy Colour.
There was no wind, it was flapping, billowing widely on its own Neau-Engine.
“Mom, I am fucking un-motha-mikin’ comfortable in these shitz!”
“Rachael, please!”
“Mom, they like kill you slowly or something(!)”
“Pantyhose are what women used to wear, it’s normal Rach.”
“What slave women like you wear.” Her mom didn’t know what to say, as always…Read More…
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Neal Cormier is an artist and writer originally from the Washington D.C. area.
– www.NealCormier.com – His concentration is visual art–especially oil painting and graphic novel illustration.
He is also an up and coming fiction writer, of which Vesper Heliotropic is his first full length novel publication with Amazon, Barnes and Nobles (eBooks) and Lulu Inc. (for paperback & hardcover) Neal recently had a showing at National Airport in Arlington, VA (March 11 – June 25 in Terminal A). He also, and even more recently, had a first book signing for Vesper Heliotropic at The Midtown Scholar, a local hipster style bookstore in downtown Harrisburg, PA.
Neal has sold a variety of pieces to clients from around the world. His artwork has been shown in cafés, bars and galleries in New York City, Washington D.C., Paris and Alençon, France.
After high school, Neal attended the School of Visual Arts in New York City and spent four years living in both Brooklyn and Manhattan. He moved to France after this, and spent roughly about the same length of time in the region of Basse-Normandie, northern France. As a result, he speaks French and has a (tall) 9 year old daughter, Lili. He now resides back home in Crystal City, Virginia with his fiancé, Kristin.
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“Mommy, why are we here on Earth?” Pam was fighting her purse for its items. “To go on Holidays honey, I told you five times already.” -Rachael (Camille) & Pam her Mom
“Mommy, why are we here on Earth?”
Pam was fighting her purse for its items.
“To go on Holidays honey, I told you five times already.”
-Rachael (Camille)
& Pam her Mom
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Earth to Neal: Anger and Its Validity vs. Irreconcilable Emotions
What do you do with valid anger?
First thing to note: I now realize that it is very necessary not to indulge to far into the culture’s idea of psychology being that it is borne and is filtering reality mostly via subjective social conventions on every level, virtually. (I’m not trouncing science, just some science today. And, this is also despite its validity in many areas of course.)
This is what I’ve discovered most:
– I realize that there are emotions that are valid as well as irreconcilable. –
Before today, at least on this level, I thought very ambiguously on my own conclusion over this more than I would have liked. I also failed to make a crucial distinction and be aware of emotions that can’t understand the complexity of certain parts of reality.
Why? Two things primarily.
1. The belief that rationally checked emotions are built to reflect reality and do if used properly.
2. Emotions are always there to tell us what’s good and bad for us.
3. Most of my emotional responses have been at least consistent enough to make me happy in striving for nothing less than enlightened selfish greed.
First, I must note that #3 has always been the resting point and safety net for my own ego.
Secondly I think we must ask:
What do you get when you put these three together? Answer: The conclusion that since emotions are another tool to work in tandem with our conscious mind to arrive at rationality as to what is the good, hence, what values and virtues to obtain and or keep, plus–course of action.
So what’s the problem with this?
This:
What happens when #1 is missing some vital yet small part of the picture? Answer: Yeh, I’ll tell you–Complete Disaster.
What happens when #2 isn’t the case because of the exception that some things leave a good taste in your mouth. i.e. I’m sure there are many poisons that probably taste good. Answer: Yeh, I’ll tell you–You die.
The second one is something that plays in I think less than the first in terms of my struggle here. The third, I’ve already mentioned.
All in all, my struggle in this case has to do with people, being far less advanced than I, (in the sense and respect I am defining) actually constitute a different ‘era’ and ‘place,’ entirely. I must hold to this. This also means by direct implication, that in many fundamental ways, I would be some form of white trash retard-psuedo philosopher-ghetto-punk-fuck-up-kid if it weren’t for the friends and family that raised me. The complexity to this is that even as a fuck up my socio-personal-philosophical awareness extends far past the same majority.
I see intelligence lurking like a silent Taliban wife in the background of waring emotions and convoluted half baked or less baked conclusions from most people. (I see it most in people (that I know personally) that are from more disadvantages backgrounds than I. I see it even more in people that are from more philosophically disadvantaged backgrounds.)
In other words, we are not and far from, all equal. Like some people are probably no different than animals, though of course that’s complete speculation at this point in my development.
I added this misanthropy to the situation, my ideas, then proceeded to justify it in saying that man is metaphysically neutral-good (yes, it’s a also a Dungeons and Dragons ‘Alignment’ 🙂 but man is also temporally (in this ‘world’) – for the most part, light years behind and mostly evil. Evil in this sense I must be vigilant to remind that it is means not what you might be thinking but more, is purely a term to designate what is the bad to a person, the malevolent.
In short, people in this country, in my culture and pretty much in the world I’ve known at large, pretty bad for me. Like 90% at the very least. This is despite how complex it is cause people have so many good things about them despite so many of their awful choices, beliefs, biological predispositions, etc.
To myself, and officially I made the conclusion that I would remain angry because emotions are there after to tell us who are friends should be, and what things to trust as well check back with one’s mind vigilantly, and I’ll be fine. Nop. Just a bitter person I’ve realized and like always, head first, and the best way: the hard way.
I mean, what does one do when one realizes that most people are at the very least, incommunicable on most levels that matter to a person?
I will say this as to a practice I would be testing out nowadays:
Premise of Action: When there are different ‘worlds’ involved in any conflictt, that is, two in some ways, incommensurable, in most ways, mutually exclusive beliefs–one’s rational emotional responses to such a situation are null and void. They have no currency because there are two completely different languages involved with different definitions.
That is all I have to say right now.
-Neal
NEW SCI-FI NOVEL EXCERPT: VESPER HELIOTROPIC
“Rachael!” shouted her mom’s high pitched voice from downstairs.
“Yessssss, mother! It’s Camille now by the way!”
There was no answer. And then…
“Don’t forget your make-up!” her mom’s faint voice could now barely be made out.
“Ugh,” Rachael said to herself.
“Okay!” she yelled back, vein and limply.
Rachael sat upright on the edge of her bed, her widish butt planted Indian style. There were disheveled bra straps under…Read More
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