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What children’s author & poet X.J. Kennedy is saying already about E.M. Schorb’s latest “Resurgius” -Releasing summer 2014 via Rainy Day Reads Publishing

What people are already saying about “Resurgius”

    “Resurgius is a quietly hilarious read which, unique though it is, strikes me as belonging to the very league as the comic gems of Evelyn Waugh and Nathaniel West.  It abounds in delectable tongue-in-cheek wit. Your price of admission will be richly repaid by the character of Bettina Battle, a woman with all the subtlety of a battering ram, in hot pursuit of sexual satisfaction from Serge, the dorky antihero.  Among its other distinctions, Resurgius is a masterpiece of style, so skillfully written that it would be hard to change a word without a worsening. This comes as no surprise; Schorb for a long while has stood out among our finer poets, with tremendous assets of imagination, powers of invention, and the ability to polish his words to a sheen. This is a book to give to discerning friends, to cherish on a permanent shelf, and to wolf down immediately, being regaled.”

 

                                                                                    —X.J. Kennedy

-Children’s Author/Poet

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Finalists for NYC Midnight Short Story Competion

 Heat 19: Comedy/Prank/A psychiatrist  

 

 

(Rainy Day Reads Publishing’s author Sameena Bachmeier received honorable mention in the NYC Short Story Competition!)   

“If your story placed in the top 5 below, congratulations, you are among the 200 writers advancing to the 2nd Round kicking off at 11:59PM EDT this Thursday, March 27th!  Choosing a top 5 in each heat proved to be very difficult and everyone should be proud for rising to the challenge and creating a story from scratch in just 8 days.”- NYC Midnight post. 

#1 ‘Curing Mr. Flint’ by Evan Donnellan SYNOPSIS – A needy man invites his psychiatrist to a dinner party and his brother learns a valuable lesson.

#2 ‘Here kitty, Kitty, KITTY’ by Robert Bainton SYNOPSIS – A troubled serial killer (of cats) is referred to a psychiatrist who has had a hand in his past and has one manipulating his future. A dark comedy that concludes in a marriage.

#3 ‘Faith, Magic and a Boy Genius’ by Kimberly Duncan SYNOPSIS – What if you discovered your parents had been lying to you your whole life? Could your world ever be the same again?

#4 ‘Holy Smokes’ by Sara Cardoza SYNOPSIS – Religious zealot psychiatrist gets an unexpected patient

#5 ‘Other People’s Problems’ by Diana Katsnelson SYNOPSIS – a psychiatrist goes on vacation to the Bahamas, where he is the victim of a prank.

#Honorable Mention ‘Floundering Psychiatry’ by Sameena Bachmeier SYNOPSIS – Insanity counsels insanity. Let the therapy begin.

#Honorable Mention ‘Prankenstein’ by PK McCabe SYNOPSIS – Wherein a psychiatrist’s twin sister pulls pranks on him until the siblings are reconciled. Telling more would spoil it.

  #Honorable Mention ‘Rangoon’ by Ian Pike SYNOPSIS – A middle-aged man forced to care for his controlling hypochondriac mother undergoes talk therapy to confront the hatred he bears her.

 

Heat Last Name First Name City State / Province Country
19 Bachmeier Sameena Vancouver WA US
19 Bainton Robert Newport Caerphilly GB
19 Blair Adam Golden CO US
19 Cardoza Sara San Diego CA US
19 Chiu Lisa Washington DC US
19 Daly Geraldine Slane Select a State IE
19 Donnellan Evan Massapequa NY US
19 Duncan Kimberly River Forest IL US
19 Fardy Mike St. John’s NL CA
19 Galaxy Sassy Los Angeles CA US
19 Hanson Ingrid East Meadow NY US
19 Harlukowicz Katarzyna Ireland   IE
19 Herring Teresa  Coweta OK US
19 Katsnelson Diana Calgary AB CA
19 Luckey Jaime Atlanta GA US
19 Malev Maria Mayfield Heights OH US
19 McCabe PK Aurora CO US
19 Piet Jessica Zion IL US
19 Pike Ian San Diego CA US
19 Powers Lisi Westbury NY US
19 Redekopp Suzanne Bismarck ND US
19 Roy Jean-Nicolas Gatineau QC CA
19 Thornton Jen Dublin 4   IE
19 V Krissy Clonee Dublin 15 IE

Sameena Bachmeier’s NYC Short Story Submission:
Comedy/Prank/Psychiatrist

Floundering Psychiatry

Insanity counsels insanity. Let the therapy begin.

Dr. Annabelle Chope flicked the pen on her notepad as she watched her patient sob on the office couch. “Only ten minutes left in the session Hank, let’s try to find some closure,” she suggested to the distraught man.

“Now I want you to go to your happy place in your mind, somewhere warm and safe where you can just be.”

“Warm and safe,” repeated Hank as he breathed in and out forcefully, eyes closed.

Annabelle watched and began chewing on her pen cap. She caught herself and sighed. She was overly stressed and she knew it. She needed a break but being the highest sought psychiatrist in the Portland metro area she couldn’t take a break. She dazed off as she waited while Hank found his peace and composed himself. The alarm sounded ending the session and Annabelle popped out of her chair. “I think we had a great breakthrough today Hank, just remember now it’s time for the healing to begin, not a time to relive the horrors of your past.”

Hank nodded and shook the good doctor’s hand before heading out the door. Hank had served in the military and suffered from endless nightmares and post-traumatic stress disorder. As soon as he left the office Annabelle lay in his spot on the couch and began chewing on the meaty corner of her lanky thumb. She caught herself again, “Dang it!” she scolded herself. She couldn’t stop thinking about Dr. Lang, her former fiancée. He was the man she had dreamed of since she was ten, only the dream did not include another woman in the picture. “It’s over, you need to accept that,” she reminded herself for the millionth time today. Her stomach growled as she realized that she hadn’t eaten all day. “It’s time for lunch.”

Annabelle checked out of the office and headed to the cafeteria. “Buzz,” her phone vibrated inside her purse. “Ah!” She fumbled around and yanked out her cell, dropping it on the ground in a hurry. “Oh!” she groaned, checking to see if it still worked. “Hello?”

“Hey sis, how are you?” the other voice on the end chattered.

“Ugh, you know Lucy, I could use a vacation. I just haven’t been the same since Dr. Lang.”

Her sister paused, “Well, why don’t you take one?” she questioned.

“It’s not that simple. I have patients that depend on me. I can’t close my practice.”

“I have an idea,” suggested Lucy. “Why don’t I see your patients tomorrow, and you go to the coast for the day. Just relax, how hard can it be to listen to people’s issues? We all have them, right?”

“No way, we couldn’t fool my patients like that,” sputtered Annabelle.

“Yes we could, we are identical twins Annabelle, nobody would know the difference. Besides, like I said how hard could it be to listen to people talk all day?”

Annabelle grabbed the tray with her lunch, while pondering the ridiculous idea. She finally came to a decided and called her sister. “Okay, let’s do it,” she said with a big grin on her face.

Morning came quick the following day, Lucy threw he dark locks back into a sleek ponytail and dressed the part accordingly. She stopped at Starbucks so she could arrive at her sister’s office with coffee in hand as she knew Annabelle always did. She admired herself and puckered her frosty lips as she rode the mirrored elevator to the office floor. “This is so much nicer than my usual Big Burger work uniform,” she chuckled, while checking out her black, fashionable boots. She stepped off the elevator with pride and determination. “Morning!” Lucy sang to the receptionist.

“Good morning to you, Dr. Annabelle Chope!” the redheaded receptionist cheered back, “It’s going to be a busy day, just how you like them,” she winked.

Lucy snickered at being called Annabelle. It worked! “Thank you, please let me know when my first patient arrives.’

Lucy shut the door to Annabelle’s office and sat at the desk. While sipping her coffee, she fondled the stack of client files stacked neatly on the desk. “Hmmm, Lane Skinner, patient number one,” she read aloud. Before she knew it, there was a heavy rasp on the door.

“Hello, good to see you again Lane,” she said, giving a welcoming smile to the scrawny gentleman as he came in. “Please, have a seat so we can begin our session.”

The man said nothing as he sat awkwardly on the couch, looking rather meek.

“Well.” she opened his file to read quickly what she should be talking about with him. The chart notes read “Stendhal syndrome.” What on Earth is that? She flipped through the notes, “Sent into a state of shock by beauty” she read aloud. “Uhem, well then, how is that going for you?”

Lane peered at her “Fine. I suppose.” He shrugged.

“So, are you feeling shocked by say, possibly my beauty?!” she joked.

He continued to stare at her, not finding her funny at all.

“Sorry, that was a bad joke. But really, how are you coping with this Stendhal syndrome?”

Lane sighed, “Well, I avoid art galleries and I wear very ugly clothes as you probably noticed.” He picked and pulled at a loose thread beginning to unravel on his goodwill sweater.

“I see,” nodded the wanna-be psychiatrist. “And how does that make you feel?” she questioned, trying to seem believable in her position.

Lane stood up, “How do I feel?” he suddenly bellowed. “How do I feel!?” his boney face frowned and his pointy nose turned red with anger. “I feel like a blasted fool!”

Taken aback by his abrupt emotional outburst, Lucy signaled for him to sit back down. “Please Mr. Skinner, calm down. I understand and have a few suggestions for you. Your condition doesn’t allow you to appreciate the beautiful things in life, so really, you just need to learn to appreciate the ugly in things.”

He listened to her, confused and waited for her to continue.

“For example, you need to find yourself a very hideous girlfriend and find the splendor in her hairy moles and atrocious breath. As for your clothing, wear your pea-green and aqua colored vest with pride. You are probably the only one on the planet wearing that outfit today, by the way!” she winked.

He nodded, “Okay.”

“Yeah, yeah, lets try this. For lunch when you leave here, what will you eat? Surely you will not enjoy an artistic sushi roll or divulge in some divinely overly-garnished soup? No sir, you will march straight to the garbage can outside of this very office and pick out the smelliest, rottenest, and mushiest leftover you can find. These decisions that you make on a daily basis will suppress your Stendhal Syndrome and lead you to a much more revolting yet…happier life.”

The man shone his toothy grin at her and pointed his nubby finger at her. “You are amazing. Thank you Dr. Annabelle Chope.” And with that, he ran out the office to find the closest garbage can around.

Lucy grabbed her luke-warm coffee and beamed with pride, flicking her ponytail confidently. “I just may have to quit my day job, now who’s next?”

As she grabbed the next file, a deathy-thin, frail woman came up to the door and stood with a vacant expression on her face. “Please come in Miss.” Invited Lucy.

“Thank you,” said the patient, moaning oddly, her, eyes wide like that of a beetle. Her blond hair looked like it hadn’t been washed in weeks and her clothes were not much better than poor Mr. Skinner’s wardrobe. Hey Mr. Skinner come back, you forgot your new girlfriend, chucked Lucy to herself.

“Lovely to see you again, Miss Kat Deville,” she began as she opened the patients file and scanned the reports. This is was another shocking case as well. “And how is your Cotard Syndrome doing lately?”

Kat looked down at the floor, “Well, I feel like I have had a..”

“Wait a minute,” interrupted Lucy holding her hand up like a teacher. “Cotard Syndrome- as in you believe you are dead? Like those in Return of the Living Dead?”

“But I am dead,” stuttered Kat, pressing her to believe.

Lucy tried not to laugh as she found the woman to be nothing short of ridiculous. “Are you on drugs?” she giggled. “If not, you should be, and heavy ones at that! I am sorry but really? Like you seriously believe you are dead? How can that be?”

Kat began to tear up, “No I am not on drugs. Well, other than the ones prescribed,” she said sniffling.

Lucy handed her a tissue. “Okay I am sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.” She wasn’t quite sure how to handle this nut. “Okay, you think you are dead, but you do eat, right?”

“Some,” whispered the blonde.

“Well, dead people don’t eat right? So, you can’t be dead!” she announced, pleased with her explanation.

“I only eat raw meat.” Kat argued. “You know, dead things.”

Lucy scowled “Okay then. That doesn’t mean you are dead. Plenty of living people eat raw foods. Now, give me your arm.”

Kat held her arm out reluctantly. Lucy reached out and slapped her arm as hard as she could, sending Kat reeling back in pain. “Ouch! Why did you do that?”

“Aha! Pain.” She bellowed, smiling. “If you were dead you wouldn’t have felt that.”

“I have no organs inside me,” Kat declared suddenly, arguing still that she was dead.

“Okay, you have no brain maybe, I’d believe that,” Lucy cracked, laughing. “But you have organs, I mean I can see you breathing. Listen, you are very much alive but if you like living like you are dead, then that is your choice. So I want you to go home watch every horror movie you possibly can find and write down every way in which you feel you relate to the dead characters. Then I want you to take that list and throw it out the window. Throw yourself out the window as well if you truly desire, at least you would really be dead for that matter. However, my suggestion for you though, is to choose to rejoin the living. You can start by getting yourself a makeover because the deathly-pale look really isn’t working for you. Lucy stood up. “Alright, session’s up.”

And with that Lucy was on to the next patient, Burt. She didn’t have to read his file to see what his syndrome was; he waddled into the room gasping as he plopped down onto the couch.

“Hello Burt.” She immediately noticed he had no hair. None. No eyebrows or facial hair. Zilch. Nada.

She opened his file. “Trichotillomania, the obsession of pulling your very own hair out,” she remarked aloud. “And why do you pull your hair out Burt?” she prodded, raising her eyebrows at him.

Burt burped and scratched his belly which hung over his pants like a sack of potatoes. “Hair is dirty, Miss Chope.”

“Dirty?” she repeated, eyeballing the mayonnaise and mustard stains on his shirt. “I see. Cleanliness is obviously a top priority of yours. What about hair makes you feel dirty?” or “What is it about hair that makes you feel dirty?”

“It is like millions of bugs on my body,” he said, and began to sob. Once again, Lucy handed out tissues.

“Don’t cry Burt. But you should be on medication, hair is simply hair. And some people are desperate to have it, while you rip it out of yourself.” She grabbed a permanent sharpie off the desk. “Here is what we are going to do.” She began to color dots all over his arms similar to hair, eyebrows, and even drew a mustache. She then held up her handheld mirror to him, “See? You look stunning with hair, and you are going to wear this all week. You are also going to buy a product called Rogaine. It is a hair growth renewal product for men. I want you to start using it regularly. That, my friend is your prescription,” She declared smugly, arms crossed in satisfaction.

Burt shrieked with horror, knocking the mirror out of her hands. “The bugs! The bugs!” he howled.

“Burt, calm down. This is your therapeutic assignment for the week. Please.”

He rubbed his face incessantly trying to remove the ink, to no avail.

He ran out the door well before the session was up, leaving Lucy standing alone in the center of the room. “Well, if he doesn’t keep the ink marks, at least he’ll be taking a well-needed and hopefully long shower,” she exclaimed, as the receptionist came in.

By now Lucy’s coffee was cold and the day was nearly over. It had been a long day. She wondered how her sister was doing, enjoying her day at the beach, probably treating herself to some fancy beverage. She decided to give her a jingle. She dialed her sister’s cell phone number from the office phone and waited. No answer. She must be really enjoying herself, she thought.

As she packed up her things she stopped by the receptionist desk to say goodnight. “What a day!” Lucy exclaimed, “Can’t wait to go home and put my feet up. Have a great evening!”

The receptionist continued her paperwork and didn’t look up. “Goodnight to you too Miss Annabelle Lucy Chope.” Lucy stopped dead in her tracks. Who did she call me? She slowly pulled out her cell phone from her purse and her jaw dropped as she saw the missed call five minutes ago from her office phone. That was the exact same time she had called her sister. Odd.

Lucy hesitantly opened her wallet and viewed her driver’s license, “Annabelle Lucy Chope. Age 37”. She was going mad, Annabelle was her sister.

The receptionist looked up from her heap of papers, “Is everything alright Doctor?”

“Actually, have you heard from my sister today?” croaked Lucy.

“Excuse me? Doctor you don’t have a sister, you’re an only child. Again, are you alright?”

“Everything is fine.” whispered the esteemed psychiatrist, Dr. Annabelle Lucy Chope as she headed out the door and scurried home like a lost lab rat.

All Rights Reserved/NYC Midnight/Sameena Bachmeier

Banyan is now available in print

Young Adult historical fiction Banyan by Sameena Bachmeier is now available in not only e-book formats but print as well.

http://www.amazon.com/Banyan-Tree-Sameena-Michelle-Bachmeier/dp/1482743736/ref=sr_1_2/176-4958405-7663628?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1377413169&sr=1-2

~History can change the shape of our future~

~Wishing for a change in the future can sometimes take you through a journey of the past~  Kannie Irnest had the picture perfect life as a child until her father left her and her mother alone. It wasn’t long before the world as she knew it began unraveling and creating a web of misery around her. Her mother was no longer the loving mother she knew. Bitter and lonely, Kannie sank into a depression. The only joy Kannie seemed to find was with her friend Kristopher. They were like two peas in a pod since a young age and when they were together it was as if the world around them didn’t matter. Mysteriously, one day on Kannie’s way to school, she is given a Banyan tree stick. She learns that it is a wishing stick. Although skeptical, Kannie is desperate to experience a happy life and she wishes on the Banyan stick to be anywhere but in that moment in her life. She awakens everyday thereafter to a different historical event that exposes her to experiences, places and people she had only read about in books. From the Salem Witch trials, to being aboard the infamous Britannic, to taking flight upon the Apollo 11, each journey she embarks on teaches her to believe in herself, forgive others and appreciate the path that lies in front of her. She also now, must embark on her greatest venture yet, finding her way back home.

 

Endless Adulation by Sameena Bachmeier

Endless Adulation Paperback and E-book, coming in June via Rainy Day Reads Publishing.. a quirky love tale with the unexpected..

Check out our upcoming releases from Rainy Day Reads Pub! http://rainydayreadspub.storenvy.com/ WELCOME! 
If interested in submissions please send query letter to rainydayreads@hotmail.com

 

THANKS~

Banyan Young Adult Historical Fiction now available in paperback & ebook!

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Buy Link : http://www.amazon.com/Banyan-Tree-Sameena-Michelle-Bachmeier/dp/1482743736/ref=la_B005MJC1DI_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1364872652&sr=1-2

Banyan” by Sameena Bachmeier is historical fiction on another level,  Inviting, informative, and captivating ..

~Wishing for a change in the future can sometimes take you through a journey of the past~  Kannie Irnest had the picture perfect life as a child until her father left her and her mother alone. It wasn’t long before the world as she knew it began unraveling and creating a web of misery around her. Her mother was no longer the loving mother she knew. Bitter and lonely, Kannie sank into a depression. The only joy Kannie seemed to find was with her friend Kristopher. They were like two peas in a pod since a young age and when they were together it was as if the world around them didn’t matter. Mysteriously, one day on Kannie’s way to school, she is given a Banyan tree stick. She learns that it is a wishing stick. Although skeptical, Kannie is desperate to experience a happy life and she wishes on the Banyan stick to be anywhere but in that moment in her life. She awakens everyday thereafter to a different historical event that exposes her to experiences, places and people she had only read about in books. From the Salem Witch trials, to being aboard the infamous Britannic, to taking flight upon the Apollo 11, each journey she embarks on teaches her to believe in herself, forgive others and appreciate the path that lies in front of her. She also now, must embark on her greatest venture yet, finding her way back home.

Available via -Rainy Day Reads Publishing : Paperback

                     -MuseItUp Publishing : e-book

THE KEEPERS

The eerie tale of “The Keepers” by author Sameena Bachmeier is set to release mid June via Rainy Day Reads Publishing. It is a dark fantasy tale that promises to capture the mind and pry open the doors to your imagination…
The natural course our planet Earth has taken is sheer in utter devastation. Global warming has awakened with full force and over half of the population is in third world poverty or dead already. Lucky for some of us our one world government, known as Grendel had a secret plan. They had discovered years prior of a habitable sister planet in our galaxy that they called Genesis.
In the last days before Earths final destruction Grendel allowed a few hundred of us to board the shuttle and begin our journey to repopulate and thrive on Genesis. Everything went according to plan and I was grateful to have my family included in that plan.
Life was good on Genesis, just like the government had promised. Years of growth and construction allowed us to really build a community in a town we all knew as the Locks. Until our fears were lit once more. The rain that showered our crops had turned to a horrid scaling temperature; the sun that welcomed us with prosperity now burnt those who allowed themselves in it for more than a minute. Life was turned upside-down in a flash as mother nature unleashed her worst on Genesis.
All hope was lost and souls were drowning in despair as we faced an uncertain future yet again. All hearts but one, my own mother Annabelle. She had found an ancient tablet in Eden’s fragile grounds. A tablet that spoke of the devastation and offered a resolve to these unbearable days. The tablet spoke of a sacrifice that had to be given and in return a promise of restoration of the planet Genesis. The only problem was Annabelle was making a deal with Sumeria. An evil witch serpent that she knew nothing of or stopped to consider what she was really putting at stake.
The sacrifice my mother offered was far worse than the townspeople could ever dream she opened the doors to the other unknown realms, letting an unforeseen depth of horror into our lives. Lucky for us living amongst and watching over us were the harmonians, now known as the keepers to us. Kind and magical human-like creatures we never even dreamed existed. Faron was one of them, and the moment I met him and looked into his oceanic blue eyes, I knew he would change my life forever.
I am Mia Boomer and this is my tale.

AVAILABLE MID JUNE 2013 e-book and paperback Via RDRPublishing Inc.

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