About the Author:
I was raised pretty much the same as everyone else... devoted mother, strict father and all the imaginary friends I could conjure. Not that I wasn't friendly, I just wasn't "people orientated". Maybe I lived in my head way more than I should have, maybe not. I liked machines more than people, at least I did until I met my wife.
The first thing I can remember writing was for her. For the life of me I can't remember what it was about... something about dust bunnies under the bed and monsters in my closet. It must have been pretty good because she
married me shortly after that. I spent a good number of years after inventing games and prototypes for a variety of ideas before I got back to writing.
married me shortly after that. I spent a good number of years after inventing games and prototypes for a variety of ideas before I got back to writing.
It wasn't a deliberate conscious thought, it was more of a stepping stone. My wife and I had joined a dream interpret group and we were encouraged to write down our dreams as they occurred. "Be as detailed as you can," we were told.
I was thrilled. If there is one thing I enjoy it's making people believe me and I like to exaggerate. Not a big exaggeration or an out right lie mine you, just a little step out of sync, just
enough so you couldn't be sure if it were true or not. When I write, I always write with the effort of "it could happen" very much in mind and nothing, I guarantee you, nothing, makes me happier.
enough so you couldn't be sure if it were true or not. When I write, I always write with the effort of "it could happen" very much in mind and nothing, I guarantee you, nothing, makes me happier.
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Are you a SLIder ? Do you have H.V.S. ?
In my Sci-Fi Series… The Eve Project… Ben Harris is and does. He destroys any unshielded electronics, sets
fire to ATMs, coffee machines and unwittingly sends devastating arcs of
electricity to anything metal. He
suffers from B.C.E.D. He has spent his
entire life trying to hide his ailment from prying eyes.
What many readers are unaware of
is the fact that his condition is a real one.
In my book I called it B.C.E.D. or Bio-Chemical Electric Discharge to make it
sound more… interesting and official.
As it turns out, depending on the
severity of the condition it has two names.
The first and less life transforming is S.L.I. or Streetlight Interference. These poor souls
are often called SLIders. As you might
expect they affect streetlights, turning them off simply by walking under them only to have them
reignite after they pass.. In addition
they frequently do not wear watches or jewelry because their bodies generate
enough electricity to destroy them within a matter of days, making cameras and
cell phones out of the question. Research into the phenomena has been slow but
the little that has been done shows women hold a much higher static level than
men. Their bodies absorb more external electric charges. This is usually caused
by an Alkali-Acid imbalance. How is this
possible you ask ?? It is the by-product
of eating fresh fruit and vegetables ! Who Knew ?
For those that have passed the line
of humdrum static electricity there is H.V.S. or High Voltage Syndrome. This condition has ruined many a life,
ranging from starting fires shocking those that come to close and destroying
any metal object. Computers, microwaves, televisions, radios, light bulbs, and
the rest don’t stand a chance. They are completely destroyed without desire or
intention. And worse, many of the people
who are afflicted with this condition become magnetized. Metal objects cling to their body unwanted as
if they themselves have become a magnet. Others are able to push objects like
heavy furniture away from themselves with but a touch. Others are blamed for
haunting like experiences, making lights and appliances turn on and off by
themselves, things floating through mid-air with no desire intended. It has
been tied to a heightened psychic or telekinetic ability.
So if
you thought you had problems in your life that made you feel like you didn’t
fit in or like an outsider; consider these people and the lives they lead… do you have H.V.S. ?? Are you a SLIder ? Thank God everyday if you can say no !
Here are some sites with more info…
H.V.S. – High Voltage Syndrome /
SLI – Streetlight Interference
by Tegon Maus
Contemporary / Soft Sci-Fi
Date Published: April 22, 2014
Amazon Synopsis:
Ben Harris’s sister died of cervical cancer more than three years ago… his best friend and her husband, Roger Keswick, disappeared the day before the funeral. For the next six months everyone from the local police to the Department of Defense searched for him but to no avail… it was as if he had simply fallen off the face of the planet only to reappear at work as if nothing were out of the ordinary at all.
Then by the purest of coincidences Ben finds himself pulled back into Roger’s life only
to discover he has remarried… to Jessica… a woman that looks, sounds and acts just like his dead sister. To complicate things, Roger is insistent his home, his car, his life is infested with tiny elf like creatures he calls the Katoy. He claims they run massive machines under his house and watch his every move… every move that is until Jessica is found bludgeoned to death in his living room and Roger is nowhere to found… again.
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By Tegon Maus
Publisher: Tirgearr Publishing
Published: August 10, 2014
ASIN: B00MMQYLPU
Amazon Synopsis:
During that last summer, as if in punishment for being happy, Kate was diagnosed with cervical cancer.
The last time we used the wishing stone was at the hospital the morning she died.
On that day, all three of us made a silent wish, certain the others had wished the same. Kate died that afternoon and I never thought about it again. It was the last time I believed in magic, in love or in the existence of God.
Then, after three miserable lonely years, the unthinkable, a second chance... Warwick.
By Tegon Maus
Publisher: Tirgearr Publishing
Published: August 10, 2014
ASIN: B00MMQYLPU
Amazon Synopsis:
During that last summer, as if in punishment for being happy, Kate was diagnosed with cervical cancer.
The last time we used the wishing stone was at the hospital the morning she died.
On that day, all three of us made a silent wish, certain the others had wished the same. Kate died that afternoon and I never thought about it again. It was the last time I believed in magic, in love or in the existence of God.
Then, after three miserable lonely years, the unthinkable, a second chance... Warwick.
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