Time for a teaser.......

And from the depths of the darkest part of the cold empty abyss, I unleashed her and allowed her to consume every bit of my essence. She consumed every bit of my existence, rising from the ashes, reborn of darkness. I felt alive sparking my little black heart back to life. But my beautiful monster did not allow all or anything to be left undone or unsaid. Not only was the door open and ripped off the hinges, but so was I. I was angry at all that had been left by the ones who got there first and what I had become because of it. 

~excerpt from current WIP~

Whatever You Go There You Are

Something wicked this way comes you say? If I were the reader, my question would be, "And what sort of adventure are you taking me on? Are we taking a long-awaited trip to the Draven dimensions or diving into the dark depths of the abyss?" 

Oh, how long it's been since we found ourselves in the fiery pit of Tarrak or dream-walking with Damaskeos, doing what he does best to Draven. That road is still under construction for repairs and repaving. I want to ensure that its rebirth back into this world is written the way it should have always been. Seeing that I brought characters forth in book 3 that were scheduled for book 4, I have to rework my timeline. But be patient my dears, we will walk with the witch again. 

However, plunging into the endless abyss and finally freeing all the darkness in those depths below, is the course I set sail on recently. I have also realized that sometimes all someone needs is another letting them know it's okay to not be okay. To give them a bit of hope when they have none. Knowing that someone somewhere else in this world has taken that journey allows us to feel less alone. 

I have taken those roads less traveled, walking the overgrown path, feeling like I did not have a friend in the world. How beautiful it would have been to breathe a sigh of relief knowing there was someone else experiencing those things. That even with odds against them, survived the storm and made it ashore after all their torment. 

Now, don't detour dear ones, because both adventures are going to require your presence. I must warn you, that is not the only something wicked I have coming your way. I have other destinations due to be explored and each one gives you insight into just who I am. There will also be frequent flights to being off the fucking chain and subjecting you to the constant crazy that keeps me entertained. I will share stories, telling my theories on the things that keep me awake at night.

There are parts of me I have never shared or disclosed, but just as the human mind fascinates me I would like to do the same for you. Allow you, dear ones, to finally get to know me-not just the woman who wears the mask of being Zoey Sweete. But the woman who went to Hell and Back to be full throttle free-me-Tabetha, Renee. 

Strap in or strap on, but definitely buckle up, it's gonna be a helluva ride. 

Our Abyss

 

Shall I

Shall I

Where do we begin to end this eternity? Where do we start to unravel our undoing? Where does the destruction end and salvation begin? Shall we set forth on freeing ourselves from this ugly outcome? 

The constant outcome of our story that you keep sealing with your selfish satisfactions and my empty sacrifices. Shall we satisfy your selfish desires once more? Shall I sacrifice my soul, my spark to send you to the swallows of the swirls? 

Shall you drown in the depths this time, or will I? Or shall I become the depths of the abyss and swallow you down, destroying what I created? Destroying the ever after of our eternity, ending the imprint of our existence, shall I?

Lock and Key

 Relentlessly Rebel Hearted A Dark Collection of Chaos and Control

Current Work in Progress

Lock and Key

I see you have found your way to the point of no return. Walked the wicked path, or hallway of Hell some might say, but one perspective to another is quite different, isn’t it? However, beware of the doorstep you darken and what you will see just beyond lock and key. 

On the outside looking in, one perspective per se, the image before you of a beautiful disaster that sits silently, suffering internally, waiting for salvation, but brings forth her own damnation, and never moves past her own destruction. Locking herself away in this room, controlled by the chaos in her mind, but always waiting. 

Although on the inside looking out, her perspective, on most occasions, is the whispers of dark waves, and wicked wings. Drowning in the depths below, surrounded by the cold comforts of the abyss, always waiting. 

On those rare occurrences, the room is what remains when nothing else does and she talks as if it is her dearest friend. But whatever wrecked and wicked world has her, she forgets that she is the one who chose to remain in this room. 

She stays the course rather than change direction, easier than realizing she is the one meant to save herself. So, she sits silently, in darkness, always waiting, lost in what was, what is, and what could be.  

Copyright 2024 Zoey Sweete

It's Been Awhile

It's been a while, hasn't it? Although, no matter how long it's been, the thought has always been there, lingering, pen and paper faithfully waiting. It always starts with paper and pen, even in this world of technology, those two always remain my ride or die. Even when everything got complicated, they were always there to listen, letting me get all that was on my mind and in my heart out without judgment. The pen and paper know all, even the words I keep silenced under my tongue or hidden behind my black eyes. But now, here I am, taking a deep breath and taking a leap of faith. Once more, I have found myself on a familiar path, one that I would like to share with you, my fellow reader. 

Although some time has passed, I will divulge one bit of information that I know some will find enlightening. I heard a voice today. It's the same one I've heard quite frequently in the last few months. However, it was a voice I hadn't heard speak to me in years. I could immediately tell by his sarcastic British tone he was anything but pleased with me, but apparently, at least I wasn't ignoring him any longer. I don't recall actually ignoring him by any means, more like the line had been disconnected or in need of service. But however the bloke got through the line, he began and has not stopped rambling on and on. 

It has been a very long time since any of my characters have spoken to me. Authors, you know what I'm talking about. There are times they are silent or others when they just don't shut the fuck up. This character had always been a bit mouthy but then without warning he just had nothing to say. None of them did. Characters do that, and just as sometimes chapters write themselves, causing a creative block that you believe will never end. Then, without notice or warning, you start hearing the conversation in your head again. Or a good long cussing in my case, and you've never been told where to get off until Tristan tells you. Yes, you read that right. Tristan. "Do you hear me bloody talking to you?" Yes, Tristan, I hear you talking, and so will everyone else...

Something More Than Sweete

And then there was only the Spark, finding existence in herself, no longer needing a strong arm to pull her from the depths below. She embraced the darkest part of herself, the shadow that would bring balance back to her world. A world without his wings but instead a set of her own. Allowing her to rise from the ashes, reborn in darkness. What is created in darkness will cast light to heal the wounds that time cannot. One cannot exist without the other. Without darkness, there would be no light, and one must have both to restore balance to what is broken. Creating a beautiful story hidden behind my black eyes, and a smile that is more than something sweete. Are you ready for the ride to Hell and back?