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Voices From The Other Side: Dark Dreams II

Brandon Massey

ISBN 9780758212337
Publish Date 10/2/2012
Format Paperback
Categories Dafina, Fiction, Horror

From the untamed wilderness of ancient times to the concrete jungles of today, these sixteen excursions into nightmares will keep you awake long past the midnight hour—and praying for daylight…

Beyond The Shadows…

…they linger, showing themselves only to those brave enough to perceive them…willing to see beyond human existence and into the heart of darkness. Feel the racing pulse in the primal desire of werewolves. Embrace the aura of two gifted women as they unleash power beyond imagining. Savor the aroma of otherworldly flora planted in a unique patch of earth.

They Walk The Night…

…prepared to face terrors humans were never meant to confront. Chant with an African mystic as he protects his people from an entity of unbridled malice. Ride the dusty trails of the Old West in pursuit of monstrous legends. Sail on a ship of damned souls as it languishes in the depths of forbidden waters.

Linda Addison

L.A. Banks

Anthony Beal

Michael Boatman

Maurice Broaddus Chesya Burke

Patricia E. Canterbury

Christopher Chambers

Eric Jerome Dickey B. Gordon Doyle

Tananarive Due

Brian Egeston

Rickey Windell George

L.R. Giles Brandon Massey

Lawana Holland-Moore

Terence Taylor

Chapter One

Harlem

Eric Jerome Dickey

One

People called me Harlem.

I dubbed myself after that dangerous neighborhood that I’d never seen.

A place not everybody knew about.

A place most people didn’t want to know about.

I read life is rough in Harlem and a black man isn’t expected to live to see twenty-five. Before twenty-five, a brother is almost guaranteed death, by either drugs or violence. Usually at the hand of another black man. Statistics of Harlem.

So that name fit me perfectly, described me to the hilt.

I was twenty-three.

The clock was ticking.

Another reason I took that label was because one of the nurses at the hospital, Daphane, was from there. She was the first one that was nice to me. She never forced my medication on me. Always brought me some books to read. Snuck me in some extra dessert after hours. Plus she told me what was going on on the other side of the double-locked doors. On the outside. Liking her helped me like being Harlem. She understood where I was coming from.

Daphane. She looked a few weeks shy of twenty but claimed she was around twenty-four. She came here right after I was boxed up and shipped here. A sweet, cute, caramel-flavored, thin sister who always gave a sincere smile back at me when I sent an earnest smile toward her oval face and light brown eyes. She’d always wink and speak when I passed by her on my way to therapy. Whether I was handcuffed or not. My fatassed, cigarette-smelling, Grizzly Adams–bearded, Bozo- bald counselor never smiled. He talked down to me in a slick sort of way. I hate that Doc Brewster with a passion. First chance I got he would be my next one eighty-seven.

All the rooms were white. White walls. In the corner, a white, twin-sized bed with white sheets sat next to a white porcelain sink that had white fixtures. Like they were trying to make this hellish place seem like it was somebody’s Ku Klux heaven. Nothing up in here but southern white nurses in white uniforms. Me decked out in a white hospital prisoner uniform.

Daphane and Phyllis were the only women of color in this joint. Heaven and hell.

About Brandon Massey:

Brandon Massey was born June 9, 1973 in Waukegan, Illinois. Originally self-published, Thunderland, his first novel, won the 2000 Gold Pen Award for Best Thriller from the Black Writers Alliance. Brandon currently lives in Atlanta, where he is at work on his next suspense thriller.


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