Fiction

Specular Superhero Novel Giveaway

As someone interested in superhero stories, even to the level of having published the start of my own superhero series online (Echoes of the Past: Altered Destiny), I love to see stories of new and original superheroes. Enter Specular. Published in August 2018, Specular by L.K.Brooks-Simpson, is the origin story of a hero with mental health issues, in an original setting. If you enjoy superhero stories, there’s an exerpt below as well as a giveaway for a chance to win a copy!

Specular
L.K Brooks-Simpson 
(IXI COMICS, #1)
Publication date: August 16th 2018
Genres: Superhero, Young Adult

The first installment of the IXI COMICS series by author L.K BROOKS-SIMPSON

This novel is of the fantasy/superhero fiction genre and tackles some important implications of mental health and Dissociative Identity Disorder (DID).

Imagine being afraid to fall asleep in fear that you will not wake up to the life you know. This is exactly what Tre Moon experienced at nine years old. He awakes to his second dissociative identity having set his house aflame. With his home ruined and his parents murdered at his own hands, he is sentenced to trial for a life sentence. Young Tre Moon is forced to walk a path that will change his life forever.

When seventeen year old Tre comes into contact with a prohibited substance called Colloidal Supersilver his life will change forever when he finds out he has the ability to change how light refracts from his body. His new powers come with new challenges to an already complicated life, having battled Dissociative Identity Disorder for the majority of his youth.

Follow the origin story of IXI COMICS first hero as he becomes Indiana’s newest vigilante, Specular! In a city full of crime, recession, drug underlords and other mysterious vigilante’s, the legend of Tre Moon will unfold, all the while, his dark past tries to catch up with him…

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EXCERPT
CRACK!
The howl of several sonic booms consumed the first room and cocooned Tre in place. The wind came from plates that had unfolded in the walls and by the extreme reverberation, Tre was held prisoner by the process of acoustic levitation. There were immense forces being applied to his body, so immense in fact, that his anatomy was sent into anarchy: his ear drums were tapping out from the sheer volume. He could feel his bones rattling against the surrounding tissue and he was being held in place, against his will. Over the roars of sound, he was sure he could hear a faint alarm blazing from outside the room. Heron’s suit looked fainter than ever through the murkiness of the colliding waves. He struggled to move and to breathe because the power of sound knocked both momentum and oxygen from the stream. Just when Tre thought he would find no salvation from his asphyxiation, calm struck. Gently, Tre returned to the ground and an ever so smooth stream of air was available for him to breathe. When he looked around the sonic shockwaves were still blasting from the folds of the first room, however there was a thin layer between his skin and where the shockwaves would have made contact. This thin layer drowned out the noise around him and gave him peace in the chaos surrounding him. Tre did not question, he merely proceeded to the second room. Once again, his first step was met with instant reaction. In the walls of the second room, seven square folds disappeared and, in its place, seven turrets emerged from within. Without warning, each turret fired a beam of laser directly at him. Tre felt the unknowingly hot singe of the laser for a millisecond before it cooled to a warm ambience that spread to this layer around his body. Unbelievably, the point the lasers contacted his body was only the beginning of a new path, as they were redirected outward. All without leaving a single scratch on the teenager. He noticed that when he moved at certain angles the laser would refract at different angles also. Overcome with the natural urge to do so, Tre opened his hand outward and focused. Suddenly the point of the laser’s redirection changed once again and he watched with his own eyes as the beams slowly crawled across his body like obedient serpents and formed at the destination of his palm. Tre admired the ball of laser; he felt the consistency in his hand and even tracked the harmless trail from the ball, across his body, the point of contact and back to the turret where it came from. It truly was a thing of xenology. Tre squeezed his fist tightly and watched as the lasers fought to free themselves from his hand. They slipped from the gaps between his fingers and shot outward, destroying the turrets that originated them in a series of destructive ricochets.

Author Bio:

L.K. Brooks-Simpson is a native of London, England. He is an English Literature graduate and Film Production student.
Aside from his creative ventures, he is a strong supporter of philanthropy. He cites his biggest influences as J.R.R. Tolkien, Sanyika Shakur, J.K. Rowling, Tsugumi Ohba, Stan Lee and Maya Angelou, among many others.
Three sentences he would use to describe himself – A book is for the mind. Travel is for the heart. Family is for the soul.
Lara has always considered himself a student of literature and story form and for this reason, his taste is eclectic. Ranging from novels to manga – poems to screenwriting and even comic book story boards. Just as genres define certain works, there are a lot of elements that define his creative process. He has aspirations to write in many different genres.

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Battleship: Original Serial Fiction – Episode 1

Sometime in 2006 or 2007, while I was still a member of Writing.com, I had the idea to create a story around the game Battleship. The idea was that two or more authors would actually play a game of battleship, beginning by putting our ships on a hidden grid just like the board game, and create a story around what was happening in the game, each taking turns to describe their side of the story. It worked better than I expected.

Myself and another author from the site, I knew only as Rock L., began writing what ended up being a 48 pages of our Battleship story. We didn’t plan any of the story apart from the ground rules to the game and that, for me, made it all the more fun. One of the great things I love about writing this type of ‘campfire’ story — so called because it’s as if each person is adding a new bit to the story as they sit around a campfire telling it — is that you don’t know what the other person is going to do with the plot points you toss out in your segment. Nor do you know what they will introduce in theirs. So the fun is in the melding of the unexpected.

Each week, I will post a new episode in the story here. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed working on it. And, if you want, you can play along, as I’ll give the shots fired and the hit/misses. The first two episodes, however, are establishing setting and have no shots fired.

Battleship: Episode 1

Country: Canada

Location: Atlantic Ocean, near 200 mile limit

Fleet admiral Ben Johnson stood stoically on the bridge of the Iroquois-class battleship HMCS Shaboogamoo. It was the first of its kind. Commissioned under the new National Sovereignty Act, it would not be the last. For too long other countries had ignored the Canadian rights to its sovereign waters but, with the new fleet, that would change.

Johnson lifted his binoculars to his eyes and surveyed the ocean about him. The sky was blue and the water bluer as the fleet cut a swath through the softly rolling waves. Most importantly, it was still quiet. There was no sign of the blips that had been tentatively detected by long-range telemetry.

His two destroyers, HMCS Atikokan and HMCS Nipissing, were just visible running vanguard for the fleet while the cruisers, HMCS Shabandawan and HMCS Lakehead filled the mid-fleet gap. The single aircraft carrier, HMCS Nunavut, matched pace with the battleship and together they held the rearguard.

“The Nipissing reports all clear, Admiral,” the deck officer informed him.

“Tell them to keep scanning,” he answered, without setting his binoculars down. He didn’t like it, not one bit. St. John’s told them something was there, so where was it? Admiral Johnson didn’t believe in ghosts, or phantom ships or telemetry artifacts. If telemetry says something is there, you better make damned sure you know what’s causing the blip before you go home.

“Admiral, the Atikokan has detected something. It’s faint, but it might be our bogey.”

“Alter fleet heading to new mark, half speed ahead.”

“Setting new vector.”

The fleet slid ponderously to its new heading as Admiral Johnson continued to scan the horizon.

“Sir, all radar reports strange readings on the forward sweeps.”

“Strange how?”

“We’re reading a large, amorphous, radar dense signal, sir, but the signal strength is week. It’s like vast EM static is blanketing the area.”

“Fleet to quarter full and fall back to defensive formation.”

“Quarter speed, defensive formation!” relayed the deck officer.

The bridge was tense with anticipation as the fleet slowly neared the strange area. Binoculars locked on the horizon, Admiral Johnson stared forward, willing himself to see the unseen.

Finally, hazy shapes appeared, slowly beginning to focus. As they did, his mouth dropped open and he stared for a moment in stunned disbelief before regaining his composure.

“Full stop. All crew to battle stations.” Sirens blared and the red, emergency lighting flashed in response to his command as crewmen scurried to their stations.”

 

Watch for the next episode in a week!

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