Pura Vida!

Pura Vida! 7F3E4971-9906-47CE-9C77-E08D97D84F8AWhat is the good life? Everyone has a different answer for this question. I like to think of it as living in harmony with yourself. Forgiving all past mistakes and cleansing the soul. How many times in your life have in captured a double rainbow 🌈 with a camera? Does it mean something or is it a phenomenon of nature? I saw the rainbow and my mind and body seemed to relax. All is well, I told myself, life is good.

Pura Vida means the good life. I am retired and living over looking Lake Arenal. I am fortunate, I breathe fresh air, look at beauty everyday and write as often as possible. I changed my life and renewed my life’s philosophy. I eat freshly grown fruit and vegetables and lost one hundred pounds. I meditate, pray and thank God everyday for allowing me to live a new vigorous life.

I left Las Vegas after viewing a night with six murders. It seems that Las Vegas was getting out of hand and dangerous. I packed my bags and said this is not for me. I live a life of writing and planting my garden. Wouldn’t you like to smell fresh air? Be more relaxed and worry free? I am correcting my third novel and looking out at a fog covered lake. It is as if the lake disappeared in a matter of minutes. It is raining, it is the rain Forrest, it is the tail end of the rainy season and we had tons of rain. It is quiet; no dogs barking, no cars or trucks, just tranquility.

It is a good time to write or read. My new novel; The Chameleon Returns, is the sequel to The Man With a Limp. I hope you take a Chance and read one of my books. Is it cold where you live? Is the fire place going? I hope so! Work on enjoying the good life; make paradise where you are, live the good life! Pura Vida!

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Except from the Chameleon Returns;

Chapter one

Revenge of the President

Lucky is not surprised the President arrived safely at the Cherry Farm. A plan was put into place the day Marc and Thomas intercepted the email from Cornel  Saunders, Vice President of the United States; it showed the time and date of the Presidents departure. No one else was privy to that appointment. The email to Congressman Thomas Swanson did not say where the President and his wife was going, only when he was leaving for a day to relax.

Why was it important for the Congressman to know? Why did the Vice President send the email? The only explanation is a conspiracy to murder the President. How many other people are involved in the conspiracy? Why did the Vice President need to eliminate Lucky and Jack? 

The President had been uncomfortable with his administration. He felt uneasy with his people, especially with his close friend, Cornel  Saunders, who seems to be fighting against the President’s agenda; Curtailing the power of the Drug Manufacturers in the United States of America. President Alexander wished to control the cost of prescription medicine. The President felt a profit of five billion dollars a quarter was ridiculous. The President wanted to stop what he called the extortion of the American people. He proposed a commission to regulate the price of prescriptions: drug manufactures must supply the cost of each medicine; transport, production, distribution, and maintenance of the company. Bill, PRC 2019, will bring together a commission to start regulating the Drug Industry. One month ago the bill passed both houses to show support for the President. It was a strict mandate that the President introduces, and Congress surprised the President. The people were given a poll to establish the controls and show their feelings. An overwhelming eighty-eight percent of the people in the United States took the poll and expressed their opinions about the greed in the drug industry. The survey let the Congress know the people wanted change now. The President was to sign the bill when the assassination attempt occurred.

Six months before the assassination attempt Lucky receives a phone call from Curt Carlyle. Curt believes the President is in danger and wants Lucky’s team to investigate. He wants Thomas to crack the computer firewall at the White House. Curt wants all emails checked for treasonous activity. No one is exempt; not the Vice President, everyone is under suspicion. Curt is following his investigation with his Secret Service people.  A Superior Court Judge is notified by the President to give Curt subpoenas and warrants for the evasion of White House email. Judge Andrews is asked to keep quiet about the warrants. The President told him his situation, and the judge agreed to cooperate to save his President.The personnel checks and interrogation of low-level employees began. Curt is hoping someone overheard of a plot against the President; praying for a small mistake, a clue of a conspiracy. Mark from the FBI is asked to help Thomas. They work well together and are hard to stop. Two months go by, and the duo cannot crack the firewall. The White House has the most stringent computer security in the world. Thomas was sending an email to the White House, to the President when the Vice President accidentally sent an email to Thomas informing the Congressman of the Presidents agenda. The Vice President’s plan to assassinate the President. It was a simple error; the Vice President sent it to tswenson@aol.com instead of tswanson@aol.com. Thomas told Lucky about the mistake and sent it to the right email address so the Congressman would receive it.

 

 

 

 

Hello From Costa Rica

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Chameleon Returns

Hi everyone! I have been on a forced sabbatical the last two months. I moved into my Cabina in San Luis Costa Rica and had no electricity for two months. Please forgive me for my absence, but there was so much todo; it was hard to get to town to sit and write. I waited for the electricity to be put in. It is easy to get lost in the Lake Arenal area. I sit in front of the sliding glass doors without a care in the world and write. My view is the entire thirty-two kilometer lake with beautiful foliage to enhance my view.

I have had a lot of time to write and have finally published The Chameleon Returns. It is available at  litfirefirepublishing .com, Under TM Nugent- Author. I also have two more books I need to correct before I send them to the publisher. I hope everyone is well in readerland and are interested in one of my books. I have published twelve books with Xlibris publishing.com and litfirefirepublishing.com.

I hope you enjoy my excerpt from my new book below.

Thanks!

TM Nugent

The Chameleon Returns:

“She must have been proud of you, Jack,” Says an interested Harry.
“I hope so, she paid for a railroad ticket to see me graduate from West Point,” Says Jack.
Everyone enjoyed the museum, and it is getting late. They head to the hotel and survey the land as they go by; they see the Perot Museum of Natural Science, And the American Airlines Center. Lucky makes a mental note to see the Museum before they leave. Lucky would like to see the city center of Dallas, but cannot believe the prices. I thought Texas was inexpensive to live, but for tourist to vacation here cost a fortune to visit the City Center considers Lucky. I have a lot of money, but who do I have to prove myself. Hmmm, no one, as Lucky enters the hotel that gave the publisher a deal on four rooms. Under three hundred dollars a place compared to fifteen hundred in the City Center of Dallas. Lucky, Carla, Jack, and Jazz are in a double bedroom, Charlie, Claire, and Sue in another, while Harry is solo.
Carla and Jazz decide to have a massage while Lucky and Jack opt for the pool as Harry joins them. Sue needs to plan the first bookstore, The Lucky Dog; it will be a no-frills signing in a half- price- giveaway bookstore. Lucky does not expect much at this store and is he in for a surprise.
How busy can it be on a Friday?”Thinks Lucky as he sips on his margarita.
“We cannot be too complacent here in Texas, we had a lot of dealings stopping drugs and murders and Mexico is a hop and a skip away. We may have some difficulty here,” Says Lucky.
No sooner did Lucky stop talking when a large man enters the pool area. He is a Mexican of means,
“My name is Carlos Compos; I am here to tell you, you have nothing to fear from the cartel conglomerate in Mexico. We wish not to continue a war with you. My bosses have agreed to let the past go. “Do you agree?”

 

Living in San Luis, Costa Rica

Buenos Días! Good Morning! 😃Please forgive me, but my hot spot is not strong enough to down load a picture. I have a beautiful sunrise to show you, but it will have to wait for electricity and WiFi to be established into the new house.I feel very fortunate to live in the mountains of San Luis, Tilaran, Costa Rica 🇨🇷. Every morning I wake to beautiful sounds of birds chirping and the monkeys howling at passing by trucks. Few large trucks drive by at five in the morning and we are blessed with nature’s quiet sounds.

The sunrise is spectacular and when I can download a picture I will show you my vision every morning. It is the first day of no morning rain ☔️ and the skies are beautifully blue as the morning sun shines on my face. At four in the morning the stars are bright and twinkling with a cool breeze. My morning shower was cool and refreshing because the water heater is too powerful for the generator. In a week we will have electricity and things will seem normal again as we continue the construction of our property.

My new book, The Chameleon Returns is ready for sale. It is the continuation of the McLaughlin Saga. Novel three, Charlie is in the correction stage;Because the WiFi is weak, I am having trouble editing the book. Looks like I need to drive to the Internet cafe in Tilaran for a few days.

I love the slow pace of San Luis and the little town of Tronadora. Small stores called tiendes to browse through and little seven-elevens called sodas to by grocery odds and ends. Lake Arenal looks gorgeous today;it is a cool morning and will be a lovely day. If you are interested;check out my bookstore below. Just press the links and have fun. Pura Vida!

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Morning Reflections
In Costa Rica, I seem to reflect more
Especially in the early morn
As the rain softly taps on the window pane
Calling me awake this day

Bringing back memories
Those childhood remembrances of family
Playing basketball in the backyard
Chasing little brother around the yard

Sitting in the shade on hot summer days
Playing monopoly all day
Sipping on cool aid
Laughing as we play

I remember riding my bicycle down our rocky roads
Bouncing to and fro
Holding the handlebars tight
Bouncing up and down on the seat real high

Mom calling us with her whistle
Louder than the sound of a guided missile
Calling us from play
Lunch must be ready

The quiet nights with mom and dad
Watching television, we were Bonanza fans
Those days I wish to remember
Brining back loves ember

The rain pounds more loudly
The skies grays cloudy
Memories fade as the storm strengthen
Lightning and thunder cracking

Fondly, the memories fade
Until I awaken to another day”

Excerpt From
Poems from Costa Rica
Timothy Nugent
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Facebook

IMG_3219I love sunsets! This particular sunset is the back of los Bristos in the la Mission Hotel in Arenal, Costa Rica. Forgive me if I misspelled the location, but I am having difficulty with my search because the WiFi is weak when it is raining and it is a big storm this afternoon, lightning and thunder. This photo makes me relax and gives me perspective. Right now, I am disenchanted with Facebook. Too much hate, opinions and politics.

I moved to Costa Rica for peace and tranquility. In Las Vegas there are three to four deaths a night. Politics are raging and the parties  dragged it into Facebook. I go out to a gringo breakfast and people want to talk politics. What ever happened to, How is your day? What do you do to keep busy? Guess what, I stopped going to the breakfasts because you can take politics where the sun does not shine. Oops 😬

I am tired with the same old hate rhetoric. I am tired of one party bad mouthing the other party. That is what you get on Facebook and it overflows into your daily life. Everyone has an opinion of our President; especially those people who said they would move from The USA if he got elected. None of them backed up their big mouths; I guess the money is too good. Well, I did move out of the states for peace and quiet 🤫 and Facebook will not give it to me.

I have a big decision to make since I advertise my books on Facebook; should I stay or should I go? What do you think? Press the link below for my bookstore:

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The Man with a Limp
It is a cold winter morning in Santa Cruz, California. It is windy, rainy and no one is at the beach. A lone man, about twenty-four years old is walking with a six-foot bamboo walking stick. He is wearing a rain poncho, a rain hat, and rubber boots. He has thick long black hair down to his shoulders and a massive long black beard hanging down to the middle of his chest. He walks with a limp on the left side. His hand is curled up, and his left arm hangs down, appearing to be a useless appendage. He is smiling; it is obvious he likes to walk in the rain. With him, as he walks is a large German Shepard who has scars on its face and a large scar on his chest. I own a restaurant on the beach called “The Santa Cruz Experience.” It is an inexpensive diner with the usual Santa Cruz decor: surfboards and surfing pictures hang on the walls and a Harley Davidson motorcycle setting inside to the right, by the front door. I like to ride. My name is Jack.

Costa Rica

838233F7-0DF4-4240-B9D8-D5660421408EPura Vida! Goes without saying; it is a way of life, the good life. Last year the man in the cart passed away after a long life. It is a causal life of cattle, chickens, horses and goats that line the Caminó. Any given day you could be driving highway one forty -two with its many curves, and need to stop as the ranchers are changing pastures for the cows and bulls to eat. Cattle are always grazing alongside the road. A car will drive by and flash its lights to warn you of a couple of loose horses or cows are in the middle of the road, beware.

The Man in the picture, in the cart was a neighbor I never met, but I regularly saw his son, a furniture maker of good quality, who  receives good prices for his cabinets, tables or chairs. He will make any kind of furniture with the type of Costa Rican wood you prefer: Laurel,Guanacaste,Cedro,Caobilla,Níspero de montaña; all fabulous madera (wood) that would make exquisite furniture. I am making a bed in cedro, which is a cedar woood. The man in the picture was riding to Nuevo Arenal, ten minute drive to the heart of the small town. Costa Rican’s are big with parades on holidays. Every year the town includes the local horsemen in their parades. One year they road past our house on our dirt road, ten feet from my house. I thought it was awesome the way the dancing horses performed as they would stop and show us their riding skills.

My favorite part of living in Costa Rica is the early morning sounds of the birds and monkeys. At four-thirty in the morning the yellow breasted birds a singing. Six-thirty the monkeys bark as some early morning delivery trucks make a racket the monkeys do not like. The dogs are searching  the garbage for food. We have an abundance of stranded  dogs; You want one?

I like to write in the early morning hours as My girlfriend is sleeping. It is very peaceful as I write and look out at Lake Arenal. It is rainy season and it came early. Major hurricanes in the Caribbean, Atlantic, and Pacific Oceans. We usually get the aftermath of those storms. I was told we are having January type weather in July; very heavy rain , days at a time. Last night it rained all night with high winds knocking fruit off the mango trees and pounding on the roof of our small house. We listen to the weather station for road closures as the hillsides tend to cause landslides that take hours to clear. We wait for clearing skies before we traverse out this time of year. I love the smell of rain after the storms. You can smell the green clean invirionment. I do see progress coming to Quanacaste Province, but I hope the government keeps it under controll. I wake up to freshness, no stale smell of too many cars, trucks and industry.

I very seldom travel out of my area; maybe a ride to Liberia for the airport, or electronics. It is an hour and a half away from Aguacate. I never go to San Jose, it is too crowded for me. I left smog and traffic in the States and like the peace and quiet of Costa Rica. Las Vegas, my house had commercial planes flying over it every two minutes. I never hear a plane in Aquacate. A large truck a couple of times a day or a cow mooing. Crime is non existent; a man was found dead in San Jose, the only murder in Costa Rica this year. Las Vegas had murders every night and you wonder why I moved to Costa Rica.

Costa Rica is not for everyone. Good, I do not like a large population, I do not get lonely. There is too much to accomplish here. I am almost done with my little Cabina and hope to move in by September. Pura Vida! Find your good life! Thanks! Press the link below for my bookstores.

Life 

Love

Cambria
i am all alone in our favorite town
i walk the beach trying not to frown
working at being alive is a difficult task
I wear different types of mask

staying at our favorite place
still avoiding the human race
no cell phone or tv
just a book for me to read

I sit outside at the Moonlight Grill
as the sun set it made life feel real
it brought back memories of better days
together we watched the sunset waves

i miss your sunset eyes
the blue and orange of the sunset skies
i want to wake up with the morning dew
feeling i was the best for you

look down on me and smile
know that I will be with you in a little while
I want the world to know
that that you own my soul

i love you”

Excerpt From
Odes to Life and Love
Timothy M. Nugent
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A Family Wall

Xlibrismain-qimg-d254dc0b11ccc313ae0d9482d5cc7296-cJohn Lennon is one of my favorite songwriters. He and Paul McCartney collaborated with some great songs about life. Six months ago my girlfriend, Corina rushed home for a family situation. Mom had two strokes, It almost killed her and the Doctors where able to continue her life. Devastated, a large family needed to communicate during the next few months. Mom lost the ability to talk and use her right arm and hand. Mom became depressed, tired, but not disagreeable. A strong woman she fights her dehabilatation.

Her Son, Jason, put up a Family Wall app so everyone can communicate about their beloved Mother. A family of eight adult children, living hundreds of miles apart, can communicate with pictures, text, video, and keep tabs on family. I believe it is the greatest app ever invented and started with my Family wall. I took it a step further, What is a Family Wall? In my mind, It is a place of solace, comfort, where you have no grudges, no anger, and no opinions. It is a place for unconditional love. All families from time to time have differences, and the family moves on. How can you live life fully if you cannot forgive and forget?

I added a group of my closest friends, not acquaintances, those people who stuck with you through the hard times.I can count on one hand those friends whom care about my family.

I have not understood the nuances of the wall, how to include everyone, the process of starting has held me back, but Corina is sharp about the wall and is slowly indoctrinating me to the finer points of the wall. I started the wall because I wish to be involved, being in Costa Rica, our phones are poor instruments of communication. Writing comes easy to me; being a private individual, that leaves FB and Twitter out. Being a writer, I need a public persona, which I do not want for my family and closest friends.

What do you think and feel about this Idea, the Family Wall? After all, it is a free app to a lifetime of family communication; birthdays, graduations, illness, plays your children might be in, sporting events, grades, or just plain conversation. Asking for help in difficult times, even if it is just a chat to relieve your tension. Don’t you think that it is a home Run? A win-win scenario where everyone one has a say in life’s family circle ⭕️?

Right now I show progress with the cabin we are building in Costa Rica. My newest endeavor in novel writing and pictures of Costa Rica. Come on family, What do you have to add to the Nugent Family Wall? Pura Vida!

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“Trust

Just an update
Even through our troubles and tribulation
You made it possible for our marital elation’s
As we travelled up life’s stream
You made it possible for us to dream
To reach for the proverbial golden ring
We were able to find our own songs to sing
Your love would sustain us
I was the building and you the truss
I thank you and love you”

Excerpt From
Passages From Her Cards
Timothy M. Nugent
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Perseverance

IMG_3906After a long day of correcting my writing with Grammarly; reediting paragraphs, correcting misspelled words and commas. I feel satisfied the manuscript is good, ready for the publisher to put it into a book format only to have to correct some more mistakes made by the editor who wishes to change the essence of the book and you cry foul and change it back to what makes you happy 😃

This takes kindness, patience and most of all  perseverance. Mny times you will be faced with these challenges. You will find out the easy part is the manuscript you spent months writing ✍️The challenge is arriving at the printing stage and selling your great accomplishment, which is in the eye of the beholder. The critics can whittle you down to size. I like being an angry humble writer with little patience for the publishing stage. I give them a complete book with chapters and page numbers; all they need is a table of contents and a new chapter on a new page, not a finishing page on the last chapter. You give them a bio and you are ready, RIGHT!

I like to use my own photos and it is a challenge because it is always not clear enough, the pixels are wrong. I do not understand? It does not compute, it doesn’t matter that you wrote the entire poetry book on a vacation and you want it to be inspirational, because of this great picture that looks like people are walkover the sands of heaven. Right, the pixels are blurry; of course they are blurry, the are walking to heaven, right.

I learned if you are patient and willing to persevere, anything is possible or is it my striving to have things done ✅ my way an obstacle to compliance? What do you think? I am in the process of printing my second novel and it seems to take forever. Persever I tell myself; we are just around the corner.  I am in the writing stage of my fourth novel, The Dreamer and I get stuck on chapters.. I reboot m mind and wait for the process to start again. Does this happen to you writers? Until next time, Pura Vida! Press the links below for my bookstores:

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Things have calmed down since the bomb attempts of 2018. Lucky and Carla have become an item. Carla has transferred to the Monterey office so she can live with Lucky in Santa Cruz. Lucky’s Mother Sunny has grown to love Carla and Lucky could not be happier. Jack is busy at the Restaurant and has found a new woman himself. Jasmine owns a surf shop and gives surfing lessons. Jack calls her Jazz, “Why do you call me Jazz?” “It is what you do to me Jazz; you are like a great piece of music that is ever-changing. You keep me feeling great,” Jack smiles. Jack calls Lucky, it is Saturday morning, and Jazz is at the restaurant, so Jack invites Lucky and Carla for breakfast. Breakfast will be at ten, out on the sand, at Lucky’s favorite spot. Jack wanted a change of pace, so he ordered a pitcher of Bloody Mary’s. Each glass has a peppered asparagus, an olive, and a sprig of thyme. “Jack, what is the occasion?” Lucky ask.

“Yeah Honey, what is all the hubbub about Bub?” Retorts Jazz laughingly. As Jack stands, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a box, and falls to one knee. “Jazz, will you marry me?” Silence, the ocean seems to sound loudly against the sand for a few seconds as Jazz looks at Lucky and Carla, smiles and dives into Jack’s arms. “What took you so long?” Jazz cries in Jack’s arms and tells him she loves him. Carla and Lucky walk over and hug the couple. “I am buying breakfast this morning!” Carla says.

Violence in today’s world

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Why are humans violent? We kill to protect our selves against violent aggressors. We do not kill for food; we have an endless supply of food in grocery stores. You can buy specialty meats like venison, buffalo and even snakes and alligators. You can buy a gun almost anywhere at anytime; I know because I bought four weapons, One is an automatic shot gun for home protection. I did not want to miss a breaking in and enter if he did not heed my warning. Does that make me a violent individual or a cautious man?

I am a novelist that writes about the violent nature of man. Does that make me a proponent of violence or am I making the reader find a solution to our violent ways? I drawer the line at video games that seem to bring out the worst in man. Case in point; “Guns of Glory,” A video constantly aired on my I Pad that shows soldiers being massacred as if it was a honorable death. If I drop an atomic weapon on North Korea to keep them in line to our way of thinking, is that Honorable?

How do you feel about a hero who is violent, not because of his violent nature, but because of necessity he needs to be? He shows an all in mentality, no half way measures in his personality. Sometimes I feel hypocritical about my way of thinking when I write. I feel a need to develop a hero at the expense of civility. Crazy 😜 or practical, tell me what you think.

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Goodness
She strove for goodness and kindness in her daily life
Worked at forgiveness for those who gave her strife
I was less forgiving to those who would harm
She found a way to keep me charmed

She was the sorceress of cards
The one who made not smiling hard
You could receive a card at any time
You could be a stranger or a friend of mine

She left pasty notes to let you know she cared
A simple I love you on a kitchen chair
She strove for goodness and kindness all her life
I was lucky she was my lovely wife

Excerpt From
Odes to Life and Love
Timothy M. Nugent
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Writers Amaze Me

A1E4B5C1-8F48-4688-A6CF-69A9F218F713I have been writing poems, short stories, novels for the past ten years and have come to realize I have a lot to learn about writing. Truly great writers amaze me, the Stephen Kings, Patterson’s, Hemingway’s; how they develop interesting plots and have subplots going at the same time. How do they do it?

I watched a movie the other night that was exciting, never boring; a movie script produced from a famous mystery writer. It had me guessing through the entire movie. Being a movie junky, looking to see what book the story was adapted, it simply amazed me. Does this happen to you? My question to you is how do they come up with these amazing plots and subplots. Like Star Wars, a life time of scripts came from one story and it gets more creative as production becomes more sophisticated. What a wonderful world of writing we live in! Don’t you think?

My hope , you enjoy my stories, poems, and my new novel, through Litfire publications: The Man with a limp, and take the time to email to me and talk to me about my books. You can get to my bookstores at these links below:

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Limp

The first link is to my Xlibris bookstore; I have twelve books of poetry and short Stories. The second link is to my new novel, The Man With a Limp, It is ready for sale  in Softcover and Hardcover and an ebook to follow.  An excerpt from my new novel below, enjoy 😉 Pura Vida:

The security is on the move: checking trash cans and sniffing for
bombs. Off to the right of the restaurant on the sand, two sets of bleachers are set up by the city. The restaurant is full, and a young man with a back-pack sits in the middle of the restaurant. He is a college age boy, blonde hair, blue eyes, and dressed expensively. He puts his backpack on the floor and goes to use the restroom. He is gone several minutes, and I call Lucky. Max comes charging through the door as Lucky follows. Max stops in the middle of the room and sniffs. Suddenly he turns away and charges over a table and attacks a man; knocking him to the floor. The Man pulls out a detonator, and Max bites his hand so hard he twists off two fingers and the man was unable to push the button.
Lucky rushes over to grab the detonator from the man. It is a wireless remote. On the man’s body under his baggy shirt is a vest of C4. It would have killed hundreds of people. The young man comes out of the restroom, and three agents grab his arms and frisk him. Another detonator, the officers handcuff him and find C4 in his backpack. The Agents take him to a unique building set up to interrogate any terrorist at the event. The word is instantly sent out to look for pairs of individuals working in tandem. Lucky tells his people it only takes one explosion to cause enough distraction to set off several more bombs.

An excerpt from Short Stories by Timothy M Nugent below:

Every time I walk into the den, the house seems to come alive with memories. I sit on the handmade leather couch with the push button leg raisers and extend my legs to relax. I had the couch made for my wife, who had cancer and needs the extra comfort the couch affords. I remember coming home late from work, opening the door and Marian would be laying on the sofa instead of being in bed. Marian wanted me to see her; she would be the first thing I saw when I came home. After she had died; I would envision Marian laying on the couch as I opened the entrance to the den. Corina is taking a shower after our nine-hour motorcycle trip from Las Vegas, Nevada. As Corina walks into the room, she adds a picture of the two of us on the blue full dress Harley and hangs it on the wall above the TV. It adds a dimension of ownership for Corina. Makes her feel she is part of the home. I tell her I like it and she smiles “you think Marian would mind?” Corina says. “No, I believe she is smiling. Happily, you are comfortable in our home,” I say. “Our home, It has a nice ring, doesn’t Honey,?” Corina says. “Yes, it does,” I say.

I hope you give my books a chance on a rainy afternoon or on vacation in Hawaii as you seat on the beach under a large umbrella, shading yourself from the hot sun, drinking umbrella drinks, reading one of my books, Thank you for your attention.

Timothy M Nugent

The Art of Impression

img_3198How do you convey an idea to your readers? How do you imprint an Idea in the minds of your reader in order to keep them interested with your copy? I like to call it impression of thought. How many descriptive words, adjectives is necessary to convey a sunset, for example. Is the picture above  out of focus or is nature out of focus? Is the sun fading into the darkness?

I work at making an imprint in your mind, such as the water, crystal blue, cascading against the  green moss on the river rock causing an emerald effect on the rainbow waters as the sun glitters on the river’s flow. Is it too much or do you feel the mist of the river water splashing on the moss covered river rock? Are you present on the rivers edge with your toes covered in cool river water?

My goal in writing poetry is to have the reader think of a message I wish to convey or an Idea the reader wishes to Express or interpret. In my short Stories and Novels; I hope the reader is actively involved in the story, even if it is a “You got to be kidding me”. When you read, do you feel you are part of the saga?

In my novel, The Man with a Limp; I want the reader to see a compassionate, giving warrior with a passion for justice. I hope 🤞 I convey this message as you read the book. I hope you do not want to put the book down until You finish reading the entire book. Pura Vida and happy reading 📖.

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Suddenly there is a massive explosion out on the street. A young boy exploded himself by accident. He walked into a trash bin in an alley and accidentally killed himself and his partner as they tried to exit the alley. What is happening here? Lucky thinks to himself. This terrorism is not Isis; then who is it? Who would want to cause domestic violence? Lucky calls the interrogation building and gives them a heads up that he believes it is domestic terrorism. Homeland does a great job and foils plots in Capitola and Santa Cruz. The event goes on without a hitch, but it will take a few days to identify the terrorist. No one is talking, but background checks are beginning. The Federal Bureau of Investigation and Homeland Security in a team effort raid the homes of Albert Conrad, Stephen Imes, and Mathew Hines. Respected students from well to do families and find bomb-making supplies and equipment. They formed a new group called LACE. LIBERATION AGAINST COUNTER-ESPIONAGE, their parents were arrested and jailed for crimes against the Government. They were arrested because of the monitoring on their Facebook page by the FBI. The Patriot Act allows the government to spy on their people. The parents found that the government wanted to spy on Facebook and random emails and they voiced vehemently about the intrusion of their privacy. They were arrested for using words such as uprising, force, change in government and violent overthrow of the government if necessary to protect our way of life. Reading the constitution and their patriotic rights was a mistake because the parents are in jail for two years now. Their bank accounts were frozen and their children forced out of their parent’s homes. Now in desperation, they fought back. Lucky closes out this chapter in Homeland Security wondering if in the future we can prevent this kind of terrorism. Because of the actions he took to save lives, Lucky is given a Medal of Honor by the Governor of California; the President of the United States gives him the Medal of Honor: the Congressional Medal of Honor for his work. He is on Time Magazine’s cover. He decides to walk away from Homeland Security because he is saddened by the events of the World Triathlon of 2017. His quote is on the front cover: ” I believe great care must be shown in the administration of the Patriot Act. So undue harm is not inflicted on the American people.” Lucky and Max frequent my restaurant. He would become a, best selling author and travel the world doing seminars on counter-terrorism.

Excerpt from The Man With A Limp.