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My First Guest Post Elsewhere

A New Development I have been granted the privilege of being featured on a blog not my own! Sally Cronin of Smorgasbord – Variety is the spice of life has posted my “Scenery” poem, as well as links to me around the web, and we have already gotten several favorable responses! Will this improve my visibility? Time will tell. I am hoping for a bit more exposure, and this could be the beginning of that path to getting a bigger fan base. I’m not even sure if I have a little one now. If you are here by following the link posted either there or on a re-blog elsewhere, I invite you to look around, see what else I have to offer. Head over to one of my blogs, and see there, too. I can tell you two things; First, the blog for the Velah is still very raw. I haven’t spent a lot of time on it as yet. Second, on my BarbarianWriter blog, I have tried to offer helpful links geared toward the newbie writer, and even have a section for movie reviews. So, a very big THANKS to any and all new visitors! Welcome, and I would love for you to take a moment from your busy day to see what else I have posted. Have a great day, may all the best things in life find their way to your life!   As always, #WriteOn! — John

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Scenery

Scenery The most beautiful scenery, I think of all, Is the majesty of a waterfall. A Caribbean lagoon of clear blue Would have to come in at number two. Not to be discounted, let it be said, Is a sunset filled with lavender and red. In a lake in a meadow, it’s nice to find, A reflection of a snow-capped mountain behind. So calming and peaceful, I think you’ll agree, Would be waves lapping sand fresh off the sea. On a walk through the forest, sure to be seen, Are all the colors and shades of green. Another view, seen only at night, Is a star-filled sky– what a sight! Even a desert, so barren of life, Can be a touching scene, if viewed just right. A swamp has its own beauty to share, As long as the dangers you stay aware. The rolling hills of the prairie land Can, of itself be exquisitely grand. So many sights in this world to behold, In one poem I think not all could be told. Just look around, you’re sure to find Some scenery that can blow your mind! Copyright 2010, “Life Through My Eyes; A Collection of Poems” by John T. M. Herres Images taken from various Pinterest posts by other users. I do not own the rights to the pictures.

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Facebook Post

Post by John T. M. Herres. Well, that didn’t go as planned. When I saw the option to imbed a Facebook post, I naturally clicked it to see what it would do. It gave me a code to paste into a webpage, thus this post. If you wish to know before you go, I posted an excerpt of “The Barbarian” written recently. It’s about the Wizard Able facing the despotic group known as The Chosen Ones, who have roamed the Frozen Wastes in the North much the same as the Shandan Nomads have terrorized the Shandan Desert. It depicts how the Wizard uses his Power, as well as some of the effects on him from using it. That’s what I’m hoping I’ve relayed, anyway. I would love to know what you think! Give me a comment here or there, if you please, and let me know if my attempt to entertain you has been successful. Until next time: #WRITE-ON!

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Challenge of The Velah

To see what I have posted for this story, please see my Velah blog here. Update December 18, 2015 Unfortunately, the blog on which the story had been posted has gone belly up. It’s almost funny, for I had just added scripts to the security protocols which should have prevented any piracy, or so it said. Maybe I didn’t install them correctly, I don’t know. It doesn’t matter anyway, for the blog is gone, and the best thing I can do is, as with so many other things that have gone wrong in my life, move on. I’ll post the sci-fi story here after the New Year. Stay Tuned!   A man inadvertently gets drawn into a war between two alien races. The evil Sakalel have set upon the Heskah race, determined to annihilate the peaceful beings in order to culminate their vengeance.  

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My Author bio, written by Judy Colella

John T.M. Herres was born May 26, 1965 to a military family. His father, a Master Sergeant with the Air Force now retired, and the family moved around a great deal during John’s younger years; which meant a constant change of schools, friends, and circumstances. In his teens he found himself making some decisions flavored by his quasi-nomadic life, decisions that seemed to be taking him down all the wrong roads. He worked hard at getting himself straightened out, however, and now uses his experiences to add a richness to his writing. Influenced by such authors as Robert E. Howard, Stephen King, Dean R. Koontz, James Patterson and Orson Scott Card, his genre of choice became action/fantasy-adventure, populated by a Conan-inspired Barbarian, and set in rich, exotic landscapes. John’s writing has emerged and matured into works with three-dimensional characters, action sequences that read like a movie with great visuals for the reader, and plot lines that pull the reader deep into both the action and the psyche of his heroes. His works-in-progress also include “The Barbarian” and “Barbarian Tales” which he is has managed to merge into one book, and is working toward its eventual publication.    

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The Barbarian, continued

Chapter 2 A month after the groups were reunited, Shelar bore forth a son. The couple were immensely proud, naming the newborn Senus, meaning “serenity in the midst of chaos”. A stoic child, Senus rarely cried; rather, grunts and one syllable utterances relayed his hunger or any other need. Six months passed. All the families working together had completed their little underground village. One morning, Thelis went out to draw water from the well. When he didn’t return, Rangor sent Kentur to find him. A yell from the courtyard brought all the men forward, each having drawn their weapons. “Father, no!” Kentur tried to warn them before they emerged, but to no avail. One by one, arrows pierced them as they emerged. *      *       *       *       *       * The Nomads had been moving across the sands, double file at a leisurely pace, and were surprised when the scouting slave came running back to inform them of the evidence of a small populace. They’d spurred on, and the slave led them to the edge of the large sunken courtyard. A young man came out of the opening on the south wall, but a quick thinking archer silenced him before he could alert any who could be inside. Of the 50 men, fifteen archers positioned themselves at the rim while seven descended into the excavation. Another youth emerged and was captured, but not before he could call for help. Upon hearing the commotion from inside, followed by the distinctive clang of weapons…

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The Barbarian, By John T. M. Herres

Chapter 1 The yellow sands of the Shandan Desert stretched from horizon to horizon, desolate and bleak. The hot, arid wind seemed always from the south, sometimes easing the grains of sand across the dunes, but more often hurling them with enough force to feel like tiny pins pricking incessantly at any exposed skin. Five figures moved through the nothingness that surrounded them. The three mules they led forged along, heads lowered, not even willing to voice protest with the granules so abundant. Each beast bore supplies and equipment for the task the men had planned, and each bundle had grey and brown hides covering them. The lead man, wrapped in dingy, white robes adorned with dull red accents, abruptly stopped and fell to his knees, then laid his hands to the scorching ground. His magic had not all been taken away by the forces of the Red Griffin. As he clenched the granules in his fists, another approached and spoke the first words any had uttered in days. “Tambur, is this the place?” They had been traveling due east for two weeks, waiting for some sign to tell them their search was finished. “Yes, my brother. I sense it.” His eyes still closed, Tambur held out his hand to receive a wooden spade. The three younger men, who had been waiting away from them, rushed forward to help begin the digging. “We must scoop out the sand eight feet down and twenty feet wide,” Tambur told them. “There, we…

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About My Efforts

I wrote my first story, or at least tried to, way back when I was 17. (Jeez, that was 30 years ago!) I had read a lot of “Conan” books by the late Robert E. Howard, most of them edited and/or revised by Lin Carter, and had a notion that I could make a similar story. I got through 4 chapters and stopped. I had those pages for years, and most who read them said they would buy the book if available. At the time, I was more interested in drinking and getting stoned, so had to work in order to support those desires. Years went by, and I eventually got into way too much trouble with the law, and was convinced by the State I needed to change my lifestyle. I quit the really stupid stuff and actually found I could hold a job for more than a year (or less) at a time. Writing was not in the forefront of my mind, though I penned quite a few poems during rest periods. I had lost the story from my youth, and only revisited the comments, as my memory leaves a whole bunch of areas of my past blank. In 2010, I injured my back and went on workers comp, so had time on my hands. I began writing a science fiction story, and a different sword-and-sorcery story than the one of my younger days, but still grasping at the writings of Howard. It seemed almost effortless, and before…

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