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Visions of Terror

by Michael Blackett

190 pages; quality trade paperback (softcover); catalogue #02-0996; ISBN 1-55395-282-0; US$19.50, C$22.00, EUR16.00, £11.50

A series of stories exposing, in graphic and sometimes terrifying detail, the power of the mind and its ability to control what we see and do in our dreams.

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About the Series There are more secrets hidden in dark corners of the mind than will ever be discovered in the span of human existance. The mind can and does reveal horrors to the dreamer never believed possible. The author intends to add a further two volumes each with four mind searing, terrifying stories. These stories will continue to expose the reader to the shocking reality that the mind has a will of its own carrying one deeper into this uncharted world and beyond...thus the reason for the series title 'Far Side of the Mind'. About the Book The book is comprised of four stories that will excite, terrify and move you. Sometimes chilling, other times poignant and heart warming, but always mysterious and captivating in the portrayal of the conflicts that can exist within the mind. Take a journey into the world of the imagination. See the pain and terror the mind can create. Journey into a universe more complex and unbelievable than the universe around us. One can never imagine the terror that lives in the mind until confronted with it ~~ the unbelievable and horrific feeling it generates within the soul. If you dare, take a journey to the far side of the mind.

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About the Author Michael Blackett was born in England and grew up in Central and Southern Africa. His career as an engineer afforded him the opportunity to trvel extensively throughout the world. Besides Africa, he has lived in Europe, Asia and the U.S. In 2000 he made a career change and ventured into the world of writing, something he had yearned to do for many years. Michael currently resides in Crown Point, Indiana with his wife Mary.

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Sample Excerpts

REFLECTIONS

       "Why don't you just go away and leave me alone. I have had
enough of your foolish games. You are becoming boring and
tedious. I have..." The face exploded into a million pieces in a
roar of thunder that shook Kirsch to his marrow. A huge vortex
was in its place, swirling clouds of blue, red, yellow, black, and
orange fog. The noise was so intense it caused excruciating pain
in Kirsch's ears. Then in a single timeless instant he was
snatched off his feet and tossed in the center of the cauldron of
churning boiling vapors.
       He screamed but the utterance was lost even to his own ears.
His mind was now becoming part of the vortex, spinning,
swirling, and turning in a million directions. All he could see
were flashing colors as they passed before him blending, forming
one continuous mesh of light with no pause, a wall of light. He
was falling through space struggling to gain some control but
there was nothing to grasp. He was suspended in a fluid, a void,
nothingness. Then it stopped.

SEAGULL

       As the weeks passed, David got little sleep and was taking on
the appearance of the walking dead. His color was gone despite
his time spent on the patio, black rings formed under his eyes
and his cheeks sunk for lack of a good meal. He became totally
disheveled and self-neglected. His body was a burden to him and
he dreamed of shedding it for something better, but he knew this
could not be. It was his dreams that allowed him to soar with the
birds, to be free of the Earth and feel the power of flight.
       One morning he was walking down the hall toward the patio.
As he passed the full-length mirror outside the living room, he
stopped suddenly, turned and faced himself. He stared for a long
time, not blinking; hardly breathing until his eyes burned and his
lungs ached. He hardly recognized the man starting back at him.
With four weeks growth on his face, bloodshot, sunken eyes, and
hair in total disarray, his skin was a sallow color and almost
hung on him like an oversized coat. What had happened to him?
Why did he look like this? His mind instantly snapped.

DEADLINE

       The aches and pains slowly slipped away, carried down the
drain with the scalding water. She relaxed even more, soaking
up the heat and feeling at peace with herself. Her mind roamed,
dreaming of far away places, places she would like to go, a
chance to get away from the house forever.
       Suddenly a sound reached her ears. Her blood turned to ice.
Even in that hot shower she felt cold as a chilling fear rushed
through her. Reality snapped her back as she stood under the
scalding water. What was it that had reached out and snatched
her dreams away? A cold hand closed around her heart as she
once more felt the fear and terror tear at her consciousness. She
quickly turned the water off, opened the glass door and stepped
out onto the bath mat. Standing naked and wet, she listened.
Except for the occasional drip from the showerhead, Jenny heard
nothing. Yet she was certain she had heard something.

LIFELINE

       Susan was awakened by an unusual sound. It was Tom. His
breathing was very labored. She reached over to try to wake him
and her hand fell on cold lifeless flesh. In full panic a scream
erupted from her lungs. A few seconds later the door to their
bedroom burst open and their oldest boy rushed into the room.
He stood silhouetted against the light in the hallway.
       "Mom, what's wrong? Mom, are you okay?" Tommy asked
Susan, his voice nervous an strained. Susan was frantically
trying to rouse Tom who was not responding at all.
       "Honey, I can't wake your father. Come over here and give
me a hand." She was crying, terrified of what was happening to
her husband or what might happen to him. Tommy stepped up
to the bed. They rolled Tom onto his back and tried to get him
warm. Suddenly an unseen force flung them both away from
Tom's limp body. Tommy was thrown against his father's chest
of drawers, and Susan slammed against the wall on the opposite
side of the bed. Tommy was the first to recover. He struggled to
his feet and went over to help his mother.

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Catalogue Information

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