Author: Homar Solano
Published: May 9th 2013
This is the story of Julie Moore whose dreams and aspirations is to get just the ‘right guy’ in her life, but her dreams and aspirations are about to change forever…
In broad daylight, life in Dead Valley is just too darn perfect, seldom if something bad ever happens. But once it turns dark outside, the environment turns hostile. A lot of people go missing each night without a trace. No one in the valley knows exactly why, and they are afraid to uncover the truth. That is until a bright sunny afternoon, Julie Moore is pronounced dead. Stunningly, the next morning without any knowledge that she is supposed to be dead, she finds herself walking in the village. Living in a nightmare that she hopes to awaken one day, she has now to uncover the hard reality of her true identity and the secrets that the village hides within itself, before it’s too late and the evil begins exterminating her and the people from the valley…
But will Julie Moore dreams and aspirations to get the ‘right guy’ as she tries to find her way out from the secrets she uncovers prevail?
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The moon dressed itself in red blood. It hid itself from the human eye into the evaporated rotating clouds for some seconds, as if ashamed of any unsettle murderous acts. But then it reappeared, it integrated once again in the high visible heavens. Its visible eyes looked afterwards proudly, and its grin simulated an insatiable vengeance. Not quite happy with its maleficence, it inundated the streets and surroundings of Dead Valley with its own reflection.
Because the moon had shown its presence into her closed eyelids, she blinked. My mother’s eyes opened up quickly. Her hands responded immediately. Her fingers slithered through like a snake, sensing, and grabbed onto anything available from her surrounding area. Her eyes, amazed, looked directly up to what she had grabbed, almost like if she had found a treasure as the ‘it’ that she had taken hold of felt smooth and, at the same time, gritty. She yelled at the top of her lungs to notice that she wasn’t at her bed but somewhere else. To her dismay, both of her hands had grabbed onto a handful of earth. Freak out, she stood up and run. Her heart beating wildly, and her head hurting a lot.
“Mom…is that you out there?” I asked while I walked in the darkness from the back door to the yard following the loud yells.
“Help, help…someone help me!” a distant yelled echoed through.
“Mom…?” I scarily asked in a doubtful tone while I ran out to the street into the woods since it appeared to me that I had taken a last glimpse of a human feet going into the woods pine trees…
Tired and irritated, as if acidic chemicals had burned them, my eyes focus really hard in the dark. I couldn’t distinguish if this was my mother. I couldn’t take any chances, so I grabbed a nearby heavy round rock and held it with both of my hands for my own safety.
“Just help me, please just help me out,” the voice reply.
“Mother…it is you!” I said, as my mother’s face became more visible as she came in a little more closely to me through the reflection of the white glowing moon, away from the tree shadows.
Awkwardly looking at me, my mother suddenly stopped talking and walking towards me. She clenched her teeth. Her eyes look predominantly at me while her fingers made a sign for me to come over to where she was. Something wasn’t right about this. I studied her. She had no clothes on, except for her panties and bra, and she had mud all over her hair and forehead. Terrified, I looked up to where her eyes were. This time she winked at me and covered her mouth with both of her hands and, at the same time, teardrops started falling down her mouth. She made another movement with her fingers and signal for me to pick up my pace, but slowly.
“Mom what’s going on?”
No respond came in from my mother. She just kept signaling desperately with her fingers for me to come over. She just waited. She didn’t walk towards me anymore or talked; she only expected me to move forward towards her.
About the Author
Homar Solano was born in Los Angeles, California, although within a year his parents brought him to Chicago, Illinois, were he grew up and currently resides, with four brothers and two sisters, plus a father and a mother that inspires him to write on a daily basis.
His great devotion for history and science and literature, incline him to get curious while his sister read a complete book in one setting, uninterruptedly. His mind began wandering what was that, that made people immerse themselves completely inside a book. He went to read various books until he got hook up with suspense and thrillers; he then went adding paranormal, urban, chick-lit, and fantasy to his most-read books. His passion for reading has grown over the years, leading him to be highly immersed into reading and writing.
1. Can you tell me a little about Twinge?
Twinge as its definition states is a ' sharp, sudden physical pain; a mental or emotional pain,' this is something that the protagonist will have to deal with.
2. What was the hardest part of writing Twinge?
The hardest part of writing twinge was the end. I had like five different scenes that I had for the ending. But finally I had to choose only one.
3. Where did the idea for Twinge come from?
The main idea for Twinge came from my imagination, thinking the what-ifs. I wanted to create something original, not written elsewhere.
4. Who was your favorite character to write in Twinge?
Of course, my favorite character was my protagonist, Julie, because she was a main character in the story, but so were the antagonist and the other minor characters that gave support to the story. I think that for a writer all his character play an important part in a novel.
5. Is Twinge going to be a series/trilogy?
Depending on readers reaction, if they like the book then definitely I will consider the possibility of a sequel.
6. Is this the first book you wrote?
Yes this is my first book.
7. What do you like to read for yourself?
Basically I love to read different genres, but right now I have become in love with everything YA books.
8. What is the greatest thing about being a writer?
The greatest thing of being a writer is putting your ideas and thoughts in a computer screen (or piece of paper), not only that but the process is like a yoga exercise, it feeds you and relaxes you in an unbelievable way.
9. Is there anything that you would like to say to your readers and fans?
If you want to read a great book, you have definitely have to read Twinge.
10. Describe in one sentence why everyone should read your new book.
Everyone should read my book because it's not about the regular character who took a bad decision and is now paying the consequences because of its actions, rather is a book with a character whose life is unpredictable, and not by choice will be taken into a twirl of atrocities and consequences.