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A WRITER’S PAGE WITH A BROOKLYN STATE OF MIND ...

* Mystery * Suspense * Contemporary Romance *

*Romantic Suspense * Romance * Poetry *

MY FIRST NOVEL:

“The Hand She Dealt to Me” 

Ann Hernandez

5.0 out of 5 stars Nice "Chicken Soup" kind of story

Reviewed in the United States on August 24, 2013

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Nice story that warms your heart and feeds your soul--- like chicken soup. It is about an Italian family that brings back memories of foods, traditions and relationships from growing up with Brooklyn Italian relatives. What makes this more than chicken soup is the twists and intrigue that eventually add to the solving of crimes in the area.Great Story. Can't wait for more from this author!!!

 

Clare

4.0 out of 5 stars Good writing

Reviewed in the United States on March 22, 2014

The storyline was very good and it kept your interest. The way the conclusion was presented left the reader to make their own judgements as to how far and who actually was involved in this sinister plot. You were never really sure who the culprit/culprits were involved in these illegal actions. At one point I thought possibly, the good friend was maybe one of the conspirators. She was almost too good to be true. So I feel the writer succeeded in keeping the storyline suspense filled right till the end. Good job.

 

 

Wayne G

5.0 out of 5 stars Kept me guessing!

Reviewed in the United States on October 16, 2013

No one loves a little mystery more that I do, and this book delivered! With most books I can usually "figure out" and seem to know "what's really going on" well before the book ends. Not with this one! It was written in such a way that I felt as though I were watching a movie as my eyes scanned over the words! I must have changed my mind at least 3 times regarding all the intrigue before (happily) being wrong with trying to guess the ending after all! I also liked the fact that this book has the ability to make one want to keep reading, despite all the things in life that are constantly demandingour attention! Simply put, it's an enjoyable read and a welcomed escape from reality!

 

Linda Moser

5.0 out of 5 stars Reminded me of family

Reviewed in the United States on November 5, 2013

When I first started reading this book, I was pleasantly surprised by how many traditions and superstitions my family has in common with the characters in the book. It brought back great memories. I was enthralled with the book once I started reading and felt like I was part of the family. Wanting to know more. Wanting to help. I was drawn in from the very beginning. Can't wait for the next book by Phyllis Collucci.

 

 

 

 

 

 

NEW AMAZON AUTHOR PAGE (PHYLLIS P. COLUCCI)

                AMAZON HAS DESIGNED A NEW "AUTHOR PAGE" FOR 

                                                    ALL AMAZON AUTHORS

-    Author's Book Listing (Ebooks / Paperbacks)

-    Quick look inside feature for readers 

-    Author's favorite books/recommendations 

-    Author's Biographies - which are now available in several languages, for readers in foreign countries !!!       

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                                       (Phyllis P. Colucci / Amazon Author)

             

EBOOKs:

 

PAPERBACKs:

"Carousel"

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"Carousel"

            I was ten and my older sister was fourteen. We were riding on this magnificent Carousel; but not on the huge, lifelike, brilliantly painted horses as most children would do. We chose to sit on the wooden floor in the middle of the Carousel as it went around and around. The music was loud and kept us smiling as we gazed in awe at the many bright lights, sparkling mirrors and vibrant crystal pieces which adorned the top of the Carousel. Everything glowed around us, including the huge horses, as they moved up and down as proud as “show” horses. They had character and personality, and seemed to come alive as they continued to gallop on poles with no one on their saddles. Each was a lone horse with a mysterious spirit that frightened as well as captivated my sister and me.

 

            We huddled together, and watched these brightly colored, stately horses, prance around us with what appeared to be half-smiles on their faces. Some had manes of gold, others were white as snow or dark as the night. We were mesmerized by these magnificent creatures since each one seemed to have their own story to tell. Of course they couldn’t speak, so their stories and secrets would remain theirs forever. Only their half-smiles told tales that fed our imaginations.

 

            As the Carousel picked up a bit of speed, the lights grew brighter and the music louder. We sensed something out of the ordinary was about to happen – and it did! Suddenly, one of these huge fine horses jumped off their pole and came to life! It all happened so fast. It galloped toward my sister and me, as we held each other closer, not knowing what to expect. Without warning, it opened its gigantic salivating mouth. All we could see were its large yellow-tinted teeth. We were frightened. This horse was on a mission! This brilliantly painted horse, which was now alive, became fixated on the gold necklace around my sister’s neck. With its yellow-tinted teeth, it pulled the necklace from her neck and quickly disappeared back onto the pole from whence it came. It went back to its inanimate existence, and joined the rest of the magical parade of horses; riding up and down, down and up, with the necklace hanging from its mouth. Like the devil in disguise, it looked sweet, shy and innocent while it rode the Carousel, as if nothing had happened. I guess its wicked mission was accomplished! Whatever that mission was.

 

            I just stared in shock at what had just transpired. There was no rhyme or reason to what had just happened to my sister. When I looked over at her, she was fast asleep on the wooden floor of the Carousel, as it continued to go around and around, with lights shining and music blaring. I tried desperately to wake her, but she wouldn’t budge. Once that horse pulled the gold necklace from her neck, all signs of life left her body. As I said, I was ten and she was fourteen; and I was a very scared and confused little girl at that moment. All I could do was cry, until I woke up in my own little twin bed, in my own safe and warm bedroom, in my own happy and loving home. I looked over at the twin bed next to me, only to find my sister sleeping soundly and breathing softly… I smiled when I realized it was only a dream, and all was well with my sister and me. She was alive, and I was not scared anymore. We were both back home.

 

            For many years to come, I never spoke about this dream…not to my parents, my sister or my friends. It frightened me up into adulthood because I never understood why I, as a ten year old child, would have such an awful dream like that. I was too young at the time to comprehend its meaning and, even as I grew older, I never understood that dream. There were always questions of “who, what and why”. Whenever I would think about it, I would find a way to bury it way back in a corner of my mind. When the subject of strange dreams became a conversation between me and my adult friends, many years later, it was then that I shared this dream. People found this dream alarming, as did I, since I was that frightened little girl. It wasn’t until I reached the age of thirty-eight and my sister forty-two, that I learned the true meaning of that dream. Now I believe that dream was an omen of what was to come.

 

            …My sister died prematurely at the age of forty-two, from a brain tumor she lived with for almost six years prior. That dream was a message and a vision to a confused and innocent young child, who would later learn her sister’s death on that Carousel would one day become a reality. It took twenty-eight years for me to understand a dream that haunted me for most of my life. That dream was simply fiction and “make-believe”, tucked away for many years, until it became a heart-breaking reality. You see, it was not meant for my sister to live a full life into a ripe old age; and I was mysteriously chosen to receive that horrible message, and that horrible vision, through that horrible dream, many years earlier.  That omen was surreal, but it happened.

...On Poetry and Fiction – Just “One Word” Away (Memories)

 

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            One word becomes one idea, becomes one sentence, becomes one poem, becomes one story. It must start from just “one word”. Today my one word is “Memories”.

                                                     

            Memories are life’s pleasures and woes which belong only to us. We tuck them away in a secret place in our mind where we can visit at any time. Whether we choose to share our memories with others, is a personal choice. The beauty of memories is that we can make them any time, any day, anywhere - or every time, every day and everywhere. We can hide them, or share them, but they will always be protected in our “secret” place.

Memories

A Secret place in our mind

Where laughter and tears may leave us blind

Where love and hope be e’er so kind

Standing up front, or far behind

 

           Images on stamplessed postcards, left in disarray           

To recall at will, one by one, on any given day

A dated mystery in their prime

Tacked to cork boards for a later time

Perhaps in the quiet of the evening chime

Sipping silently, a glass of fine wine

Sorting through those Memories of mine

 

Smiles and frowns tucked away

Family and friends, some here to stay

Others gone, by light of day

All of them well, I hope and pray

Love or loss; always fair game

People and things ne’er stay the same

Grateful for the opportunity to see it all

To know it, cherish it, to answer its call

 

Memories of childhood and happy faces

Memories of visits to stunning places

Like a photo album in one’s mind

Recalling in detail; a priceless find

From youthful bliss to each golden year

Fragmented Memories reappear

 

Flipping through faded pages of time

In my secret place; so sublime

I hear the echoes of days gone by

I know the truth and not the lie

For Memories are facts we cannot deny

There is always an answer to the question of Why?

 

Each new day brings gifts galore

Within our reach, as we long for more

Gifts of Memories for our mind’s eye

Memories that shine like stars in the sky

Tangible Memories that will never die…

 

NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:

           

            Memories are like old photographs and images on stamplessed post cards, tucked away in the corners of our mind. They exist so we may call upon them at any time. As we make new memories, we add them to the magical collection that can be seen only through our mind's eye; simply ready to share or ready to become our next secret.

 

         

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(Mystery, Suspense, Romance; Poetry)

 

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Lisa Marie Presley (February 1, 1968 – January 12, 2023)

     The news of Lisa Marie Presley's sudden death was a shock to her family and the world. So sad, so very tragic - yet, we pray she rests in eternal peace in the arms of God and her Father "Elvis Presley", as she rests alongside her young son "Benjamin" and her paternal Grandparents, as well. May her Mom, "Priscilla", and her remaining three children, find comfort and peace in the coming weeks, months, and years; as they all remember "Lisa Marie" and the legacy she and her father "Elvis" left behind, while the world shares their grief and mourns with the Presley family. May God Bless and watch over this family during this very difficult time...

 

https://www.biography.com/personality/lisa-marie-presley

https://news.yahoo.com/lisa-marie-presley-singer-daughter-015843312.html?fr=sycsrp_catchall

https://www.latimes.com/entertainment-arts/story/2023-01-12/lisa-marie-presley-dead-obit-elvis-presley-daughter

https://www.nytimes.com/2023/01/14/realestate/lisa-marie-presley-graceland-elvis.html