Howlietzer Publishing

Author: Mr. Howlietzer

  • Going to Boot Camp

    Hi everyone!

    I want to begin apologizing for not finishing The Psychic Society. It is still a work in progress and I may get another chapter up before I leave. 

    I joined the National Guard in January. Feeling very depressed about my life and how I use nearly every penny I make on student loans, I needed a change. I needed something that would teach me a new skill and possibly lead to a job where I could move out of my parents house.

    Some think it was stupid for me to join, but if you felt how I felt about living at home, you’d know why.

    On another note, I have been struggling on what I should focus on for my next published work. I have been furiously trying to get Loner Volume 1: First Semester ready to be published and available for y’all. I don’t know when it will be ready; I’m shooting for having it fully written by 2014. 

    Then onto Volume 2!

    That’s what’s been occupying my time and why I haven’t posted anything lately. I hope you all can be patient a little longer while I figure myself and my situation out so I can get my get a better life underway.

    Boot camp will be good for me. I gain discipline, courage, new skills and a better body. Pray for me that I’ll do well. I’ll be gone for 6 months. 

    Hopefully after I get Loner finished, I can get back to The Psychic Society and the rest of the world I’m creating.

    Thanks for reading,

    Wulfric H. Howlietzer

  • The Psychic Society Part 1

    Introduction

    Kurt Williamson sat in a dimly lit, white room on a metal folding chair and leaned against a long, folding table opposite a large wall mirror. He stared at his reflection and rubbed the brown stubble on his face and ran his fingers through his now non-regulation cut hair.

    ‘When did I shave last?’ he thought, immediately the answer came to him as, ‘three days ago.‘

    His fingers also slid to his forehead, right above his nose where a diamond cut piece of amethyst was planted and then to his throat where a similarly cut blue lapis was stowed. They were smooth, and Kurt could feel his energy within them. Whatever happened next, he knew all was going according to plan.

    Just like his inevitable capture, just as he sat in that chair, all was divined by his master, and as his final order, he would tell their tale.

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  • Nara, Friday Fictioneers

    copyright, Roger Cohen

    ImageIt’s the weekend again, and I find myself stuck face to face with Maru. I don’t mind her, but a bass really needs her own space.

    A case would be nice, and I would love to get polish. But no! I’m stuck here in a corner until Monday.

    Though Tommy is quite talented, I want a musician who is old enough to drive.

    I want a musician to take me places and meet other instruments and maybe form a band…

    I just want to sing on stage and give a great show! Please find me, I’ll be whispering in the dark, quiet corner.

  • The Game

    No one knows who created the game. Maybe it existed when the first cars drove off the lot and onward to their destinations, but whoever it was probably didn’t see this coming or intend for it to happen.

    The game, as Harold Pfinster and his friends called it, was a driving game. On any stretch of road with two lanes, driver A would pull up to driver B in order to drive with him/her, side by side. The fun was to make driver B uncomfortable, so they would, inevitably, slow down or speed up. Driver A, in turn, would keep pace, in order to keep the fun going.

    Harold would argue that he invented the game. No one he knew of mentioned it, and his friends were shocked when he taught them the game. It was fun until one Friday night when he and his three friends went driving late at night looking for something to do. Unfortunately their little town didn’t have any cool hangouts for teens. At age seventeen and an itch to explore the adult nightlife, the group had very few options.

    “We could go walking around Wal-Mart again,” said one of them.

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  • Constructing Paranormal Fiction: The Rules

    When writing paranormal fiction, the writer must be aware of the rules. Paranormal fiction is a world much like fantasy fiction, there are key rules that need to be understood and these rules are nothing less than the physics applied in each writer’s world.

    A common character used in paranormal fiction is the vampire. Whether the writer follows the traditional vampire character or goes for something off the beaten path, like Stephanie Meyer, there are certain rules that need to be made known to the reader so that they can make sense of the world they are stepping into.

    What can the vampire do? What kills it? What is it in essence? If it is something outside the explanation of modern science in the “Real” world, there needs to be a well constructed theory to give those readers, who won’t take a story at face value, an explanation for why things happen the way they do.

    This will take a lot of research, but if you’re interested in paranormal phenomena, then it will be fun. Writing is a large percentage of imagination, but there is also a fair amount of research to make your paranormal fiction believable.