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Valentine Kisses by Horror Novelist, Daton L. Fluker – February 8, 2014

The comfort of the weary tongue whispers sugar in my cup, as Casy blows out angel’s dust.
A final darkness calls my ear to her precious voice. I please her. Invisible tears fall down my heartbeats as we make Valentine’s Love.
I lose myself in her eyes. Her hair smells like Chrysanthemum rain. Stay away; your touch will bring me to my knees on Valentine’s Day.
The night find sinners kissing. Sexual favors endures the empty basket filling it with blood. Teeth clenches lips. A mouth bits flesh.
I begged. I told her, I’ll drink anything that came out of her. Terrified of my own faith, I watched her spit waste on the hardwood floor.
The undivided carries me to hell. In the desert, madness circles around dead beast. Nightmares fictions from unspoken memories.
Valentine kisses from a horror novelist. Nightmares carry me to darkness. I’ll kiss you with a lizard’s tongue baby.
The war calls me to bear arms while laying naked in the sand. I lay in shame with no reverence to slow my crossing.
When I saw tears fall from her eyes, it magnified everything. The images stayed inside me for days. It stopped my precious world.
She asked me, “who are you?” And I replied, “I’m Daton L. Fluker baby.”
You confuse me with a customary human. I’m not the same as them. I am your reflection. I am the Muse. I am the nightmare King.
The RPM’s hot. The revolutions per minute could never keep track of the time on my mind.
Once it’s done, all thermometers will perish with the last star.
The nightmares in my head make my eyes draw weary. The knowledge of mercy flows out. My body perishes but my stories live. My nightmares end when time ends.
A city of beast shall not be mocked. They are angels to the slaughter. The shadows deduct me into a cataclysm of abhorrence.
Our feet will give out one day my friend. But at least our hearts traveled in the mist. We spoke words.
Not even planets, stars, or dust lasts forever. However, it’s transformed into rock or crystal that adds a reflection of hardness.
Not everyone, but some of us listen, some of us care, and some of us will design our paths with knowledge learnt from guardians.
It reminds me that we can still transform into stars. It reminds me of faith. Beautiful fire will end when it’s fuel burns out.

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Dishonesty and Honesty

Posted: July 28, 2013 in Uncategorized

We live in a world of foolery. Of disgust. The lifeless sentimental reasons that make us human, dismantles us.
I can see your way. I know why you do it. You subject people to these consequences because of their prosperity, and of you not being able to provide the most indispensable gifts for yourself and your family.
You lie, cheat, and steal from others for survival. Notwithstanding, your survival became more than getting what you need. Your habits become greed. A pirate…
You’ll never perceive my way of life. In addition to, the more dirt that’s done to the crowds, the lesser you will comprehend of my existence.
Men, women, and children use to oppose their enemies, and protected their families, friends, and countrymen from the wrath of nightmares.
No one can secure a nightmare. A nightmare must fix him, her, or itself.
This is what it means when God says, “the meek shall inherit the world.”
No one will understand why they are being attacked and their lives broken.
So they stop fighting.
You have never really seen hell. You probably believe you live in hell, and that’s why you continuously eat from the flowers there.
It’s sweet now. However, it’s only temporary.
If you play the golden harp, people will be attracted to the shiny metal. If you play the wooden harp, people will be attracted to the music.
Furthermore, people will fight over the golden harp.
However, the wooden one, they can always obtain or make one themselves. This is compared to dishonesty and honesty. God’s watching you.

Them Little Rascal Haters

Posted: March 31, 2013 in Uncategorized

Them Little Rascal Haters

I promised to write a blog about haters. I told my Tweeter friends that the hater blog, I’m planning to write, will be about 1000 words and it still wouldn’t even slice the cake.
I don’t really know why I’m wasting my time writing this blog. I’ll try my best to use derogative language.
First off, lets talk about the haters, who look at a person follow count on Twitter then block them without even saying hello. Or even, like in my case, my account shoots up about 1,000 followers a week “http://twitter.com/datonflukers.” o(^_-)O.
I have wonderful conversations with my followers, and I try my best to answer as many replies as I can. However, these type of haters don’t notice hard work. They drink extreme amounts of haterade juice.
This form of hating is egotistical hating. The individual believes he or she is better than everyone esle and that they should have more followers than their friends.
These type of people need thralls for friends. A thrall is a vampire slave or a fart sniffer.
No matter what a friend does for egotists, egotist haters need bondage slaves who shower them with riches and wipe their asses after they praise the porcelain.
They have the, “what do you call that shit?” Oh yeah, they have the nobility complex.
If you like an artificial intelligent compass stuck up your ass, and you adore when someone commands you to move in a certain direction, please, never gainmore than 200 followers and follow the egotist. You’ll be a perfect cadet for hire. Meaning you’re selling your ass for a low price. Maybe $1.99 or 0.55 cent.
The next type of hater I’ll talk about is the recluse hater or another name for this type of hater is a weasel.
They look for the bad in people. They always need to find something wrong with someone. The recluse hater doesn’t like when people curse, they don’t like smokers, they don’t like violent media, they prefer to have a “Mr. Roger’s friend.” No offense Mr. Rogers. I love all your work, and have watched many of your shows as a child.
Lets get back to the recluse hater. You ever saw the movie, “The Dark Knight Rises” where Bruce Wayne becomes a recluse from being over exerted from crime erupting in Gothic City?
That is what a recluse hater has become. Instead of living like bats, however, they live like weasels.
If a faction of people is to loud or a man or woman says a curse word or even if that individual smells a little mundane, they’ll get up and change their seats. Or they’ll make smacking noises with their gums. They give no respect for someone who is indifferent from them. They’ll block you in a heart beat if they see porn, dirty words, or impassionable talk about asses in their Twitter timeline.
I don’t even like having conversations with recluse haters because no one will ever live up to their standards. If you say something wrong, they’ll try to make you feel bad every single time.
They’ll go to extreme lengths by quoting what you said then just vanishing from your friend list.
I like being who I am. My personality changes. Sometimes I feel happy, sad, arrogant, sleepy, tired, or bored. That’s natural to feel different emotions. A recluse hater, on the other hand, operates with one gear. That gear is happy. So kiss my ass happy bastards.
I had to find a word for another type of hater I’ve experiences during my time spent on social media sites. This type of hater is called a misanthrope hater.
They just hate people period. Either they hate all men or they hate all women. These sick bastards hate someone because of their gender. I’m not talking about sexual preference. I’m describing pure and offensive hate. Another word you might call these type of haters are bitches.
I wouldn’t leave my cellphone laying around on a coffee table when you’re in a coffee cafe and have to go use the restroom. When you come back, a misanthrope hater might hack your phone and download your personal information, trying to fuck your perfectly good life-up. People serously act this way. I seen it a million of times, people accounts are hacked by people who’ve they trusted with their information. These hater’s don’t give a shit who they got to hurt to get a head. Actually, at first they can come off as pretty nice people. They’ll get you courted, after you’re hooked, they’ll jam a rusty arrow through your heart. I’ll beat the hell out of a son of a bitch-ass misanthrope hater. Excuse my French.
The next type of hater I’ll talk about is the head shaker. You just want to wring the fuck out of their collar. You literally want to grab them by the shirt and choke the shit out of them with their own clothes because of their encrypted personalities. These head shakers only believe in main stream media. They’ll never enjoy master pieces from local artist or authors. They don’t believe that real people could create magnificent works of art.
Head Shakers need updated special affects to enjoy any media. They’ll actually make fun of amateur writers. I had some one tell me before, “You’ll never be a published author because you’re a poor Black Man.” Another person told me, Black People didn’t know how to use computers.
If a person doesn’t realize that they are head shakers, they can become a misanthrope hater, not by choice, but because of their social behavior (being interested in certain media, and who they desire to create this type of media). So I say to the head shakers. I’m a publish author. So please kiss, my Big Black Ass.
Another type of hater I really enjoy being around is the competitive hater. They’ll actually try to compete with everything you have done. They’ll even go out of their way to learn the information that you already understand. The competitive haters get extremely agitated when they can’t out perform you, and will usually, use all their energy in their brain to counteract your steps.
Nothing is wrong with a little competition. Competition helps us grow, and these type of haters could be great friends. Nevertheless, you have to clearly comprehend that these competitive friends are competing against you, so that you can play their game (s). If you don’t like competition, please, don’t get to close to competitive haters because they’ll try to show you off or steal all the talents that you may possess.
Never give a competitive hater important information that would help them without any helpful information in return. They’ll never in a hundred years explain how they are rising successfully.
So that’s about a thousand words. I hope you can appreciate what I have to say about Haters. Have a great day.
Sincerely,
Daton L. Fluker

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After writing Substance God’s Hell Fairy, I have become mystified in thinking about where God resides in our world and beyond.

The concept of God states in most religions such as Islam, Christianity, and  Hinduism that God is everywhere.

God is in every living and non-living creature.  The darkest shadows to the smallest microscope organisms holds the power of existence. 

The Creator  transformed the meadows, He paved the mountains with rock, and He filled the oceans with abundant life.

I wanted to share this proverb with you,

“27 He that hath knowledge spareth his words: and a man of understanding is of an excellent spirit” (Proverbs 17 : 27 – KJV).

God is actually describing to us that men hold the knowledge of the universe.  Meaning that men with knowledge doesn’t always understand its concepts or its power. 

Conversely, a person who understands knowledge will insert the technology, concept, or idea carefully without destroying creation.

To me, this states that God is in all of us, including in all unknown and known knowledge.

When men didn’t know the external harm of nuclear energy, our forefathers used nuclear power as a weapon of mass-destruction.

The more we understood it, the better the technology evolved.  Nuclear power drives most of our cities around the glob, filling our homes with serviceable electricity.

My question is, if God exist in future knowledge, does He also exist in hell?

Get a copy of my newest Horror novel.

Author, Daton L. Fluker’s Substance God’s Hell Fairy  Horror Novel

On Kindle:http://goo.gl/whkVS

Twitter: http://twitter.com/datonflukers

Homepage: http://deathkeeperworld.com

Nightmares are coming. Terra Omegon is an Angel, who is summoned to combat on the burning grounds of Substance.

The Creator wants him to protect the forgotten souls, the people who weren’t destined to take room and board on the torrid surface of the first planet.

Unlike humans, Angels don’t have a say so in the contracts written for them. However, they do have the choice to fight for goodness or refer to be evil.

Darkness, is everywhere. Even though an Angel is a direct descendant of God, He still will send him or her to Substance if He needs them to fight. The only reason why people go to Open Source Substance is because of the nightmare created at the beginning.

The first shadow was a speck of dust that grew throughout the universe, taking the light and turning it into darkness. This book is a nightmare. Murderers are born to be murderers.

Death rings fear in this fairy-tale. Terra Omegon must protect the hell sword from the creatures of Substance. Whoever holds the Hell Sword can command all the evil in that sector.

When Terra goes to earth, he possesses a pure soul. The only unpolluted souls on earth in the 21th century are children.

Even though Terra Omegon is an angel, he is something from Substance. Welcome to Daton L. Fluker’s Substance, God’s Hell Fairy. But be warned. Substance pertains to the concept of pure evil. Substance is hell.


I changed the cover design of my new novel, “Substance God’s Hell Fairy. I thought this design would look more like a nightmare than before. It’s selling on Kindle.

I’m not an environmental nutcase but I do believe we need to save the planet more than what we been doing.

Kindle helps readers download e-books on their phones, Ipads, Laptops, Motorolas or any digital device that could download the kindle app from the app store.

Search for “Substance God’s Hell Fairy.” Or search for my name in the data base, “Daton L. Fluker” in your kindle app.

If you have a laptop then purchase the file from http://goo.gl/Tm8GF

That link will bring you directly to the Daton L. Fluker’s Substance product page.

The Kindle site deals with HTML codes, which I’m familiar with. I formatted the manuscript. Like I said before, I’m under heavy fire.

About Speaks of Shadows. I promised to release them at the same time. However, doing all the formatting, editing, and designing the cover for Substance. Shit just taking too long. However, I will send free copies of the screenplay pretty soon. I write my short stories as screenplays. If you are a producer, and you see a screenplay you like then cop it. However, contact me first.

I will update my webpage and blogs later on, so please don’t get disgruntle if things don’t converse properly.

Have a wonderful week.

Sincerely,

Author Daton L. Fluker

PS: Kindle gives free sample files of books. Furthermore, I’ll be uploading Chapter 1 to my blog.

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Nightmares are coming. Terra Omegon is an Angel, who is summoned to combat on the burning grounds of Substance. The Creator wants him to protect the forgotten souls, the people who weren’t destined to take room and board on the torrid surface of the first planet.
Unlike humans, Angels don’t have a say so in the contracts written for them. However, they do have the choice to fight for goodness or refer to be evil. Darkness, is everywhere.
Even though an Angel is a direct descendant of God, He still will send him or her to Substance if He needs them to fight. The only reason why people go to Open Source Substance is because of the nightmare created at the beginning. The first shadow was a speck of dust that grew throughout the universe, taking the light and turning it into darkness.
This book is a nightmare. Murderers are born to be murderers. Death rings fear in this fairytale. Terra Omegon must protect the hell sword from the creatures of Substance. Whoever holds the Hell Sword can command all the evil in that sector.
When Terra goes to earth, he possesses a pure soul. The only unpolluted souls on earth in the 21th century are children. Even though Terra Omegon is an angel, he is something from Substance. Welcome to Daton L. Fluker’s Substance, God’s Hell Fairy. But be warned. Substance pertains to the concept of pure evil. Substance is hell.
Coming soon on Kindle. 
February 25 2012.

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Nightmares exist in this new book.  I believe in God. However, I also believe in my manuscript writing capabilities. The brimstones of Substance burns brightly throughout the darkest hours.  She sees rain.  However, I see a tropical storm which disappears the entire Gulf Coast. 
Remember that reality and the real world is distorted in Substance.  If a person sees any further into the fantasy theme, then the blackboard will wool overnight the features of the Orcrist. Meaning, the goblins will get you.
My favorite warrior’s weapon to describe is the battle ax.  The battle ax is the best hand-to-hand combat weapon because of the sleekness of its cold handle, and the rigid edge of its exquisite blade.
I welcome all to Daton L Fluker’s Substance.  Moreover, beware of the dangers which lurk in the shadows.  Shadows in a textual sense can also mean the monsters hidden in the firestones.
Nightmares live in darkness.
I sleep in darkness.
I am darkness.
I am nightmare.
Daton L. Fluker’s “Substance” will be release February 16, 2012 on Kindle.
Daton L.Fuker’s and Yvonne Miller’s “Speaks of Shadows,” a 2012 screenplay, will be released on the same day. Free copies of Speaks of Shadows will be available on 4share.com.

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