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Chapter 12

Posted in Drum Roll, The Flow and Rhythm of Life, The Writing Process (How do I Come up These Beats?) with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on 12/06/2012 by Angel D. Vargas

No, my faithful readers, I have not forsaken thee.

I’m simply tired. This has been a full work week. Yet I’ve managed to come up with another chapter for my Serial, Unbreakable. Be sure to read chapter 12, vote for it (because let’s face it, why the hell wouldn’t you?) and then get your friends to vote on my serial, and get their friends and family to sign up, read it, and cast many votes in my favor.


Bribery doesn’t work when you don’t have any money, folks, so I’ll have to rely on your good judgment.


Fuck that shit. Free Aikido lessons to the next fifty voters.  😛

On another note, it’s come to my attention that links to my current chapter may only work if one is signed in with an account already. This is strange, and not at all convenient. Methinks a conversation with my lovely editor is in order 🙂


Adios for now.



Oh Yeah? Well read this!

Posted in Drum Roll, The Writing Process (How do I Come up These Beats?) with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on 11/15/2012 by Angel D. Vargas

That’s right, ladies and germs. The ninth chapter of my serial, ‘Unbreakable’ is up and ready for your reading pleasure at As always, remember to cast your vote for me if this meets with your approval. I’ve worked hard to eliminate the formatting issue that I encountered just after I posted chapter eight last week.  It takes quite a bit to write and edit these chapters. Fun as it is to come up with a great end product, I don’t enjoy editing as much as I enjoy writing, but it matters a great deal to me. Just ask anyone who’s ever seen me review the writing of others on sometime. 😉

Read, enjoy, vote, and tell your friends to read and vote on Unbreakable if they like paranormal horror. Tell your friends to tell their friends too! The more the merrier! I think there may be something for everyone in this story (unless you’re looking for erotica. That will come with my first book 😛 )

On an even happier note, I’ve just hit 50 votes! I’m stoked. Now it’s time to push that number up even higher. Got comments? Bring ’em!

Got milk? Meh. I’ll take a Guiness instead.

Lucky Number Seven .. Just in Time for Halloween.

Posted in Drum Roll, The Writing Process (How do I Come up These Beats?) with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on 10/31/2012 by Angel D. Vargas

Hurricane Sandy obviously gave me a lot of fodder for writing. Writing formed the crux of how I got through this with the sanity I still possess. For those who sent me well wishes and good energy, thanks. You know who you all are.

I’ve got a new chapter to the ‘Unbreakable’ serial on  My chapters have no titles, alas. I’m just bad at those.

Halloween is here and I have no plans for it, really. I just got off a seven hour shift at my local B & N. I’m tired, but I’ve got a writing contest to enter and a book to continue editing.  I wish you all a ghoulish Halloween. If you want scary, come check out ‘Unbreakable.’

On a side note that is far more boring and technical, I have to wonder how many users know to scroll down after each chapter to give it a vote. Automatic voting apparently doesn’t work, or I don’t understand what the heck it means. For those who want to check out the serial for the first time, remember to create an account to cast your vote for any chapter you read and like. You’ll have to scroll down a little further once you’ve read said chapter in order to find the option to vote. The option can be found in a link with grey letters. I know some were having trouble getting their votes registered, and a recent reader informed me that directions for voting are not incredibly obvious. Since I KNOW my writing kicks ass, I KNOW I’ll be getting more votes, right? 😉

At any rate, check it out, cast a vote, or even send a comment to twitter or Facebook. There are buttons somewhere on the page that allow you to contact me directly that way. If you have comments, questions, unwanted pregnancies … wait, scratch that last one, then drop me a line. I’ll respond as soon as I can.  Think the story needs to take on a new direction? Try and convince me how true that is. The only promise I will make is to take your idea under consideration, but you NEVER know 😉

Happy Halloween, all. Check out ‘Unbreakable.’ I dare you.

Heaven help us all – Chapter 6 is here!

Posted in Drum Roll, The Writing Process (How do I Come up These Beats?) with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on 10/25/2012 by Angel D. Vargas

As I promised my loyal and future readers, chapter 6 of “Unbreakable” is here! I’ve tried to closely edit this one, as I do all of my work. With the postings being the final thing that the whole world can read, I want to put my best foot forward each time.

Once again, be prepared ..

If you haven’t already, sign up and cast your votes!

I’ll be back next week with more. Adios for now! And thanks for your support!

New Chapter!

Posted in Drum Roll, The Flow and Rhythm of Life, The Writing Process (How do I Come up These Beats?) with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on 10/04/2012 by Angel D. Vargas

Hello all!

I just thought you would all like to know that a third chapter to my serial is up and ready for your reading pleasure! Check it out at Jukepop Serials! Look for the Serial called ‘Unbreakable’ by Angel D. Callido and click on the link. The white form in the forest is the temporary cover for my story. It’s that easy!

Just a note, I try to edit my own work as closely as possible. I know it doesn’t always turn out perfectly, but I try to keep a  sharp eye to my writing. I wince when I read mistakes in others’ writing, especially if I happen to like the material.  Feel free to point out any mistakes you DO find, but bear in mind that once I publish each chapter, I can’t go back and revise it. It’s kind of a final post each time, since each chapter needs to garner enough votes in order for me to stay in the public eye with this serial.

If you haven’t submitted votes yet (and you actually think my stuff is worth it), please cast your vote for me on the website. Your support is needed and appreciated, but only if I earn it. This warrior strives to hone his craft, always.

Enjoy! 😉

New chapter!

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , on 09/25/2012 by Angel D. Vargas

A new chapter is up in my serial!!

For those who missed it the first time, find the story named “Unbreakable.” There are now two chapters to enjoy!

Here’s a Story for You…

Posted in Short Stories (Some Wicked Little Beats), The Writing Process (How do I Come up These Beats?) with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on 05/02/2012 by Angel D. Vargas

It occurred to me tonight that I missed writing short horror stories.  I wrote this one tonight just for fun.  It’s the first story of its ilk that I’ve written and liked.  It’s got a Psi Fi bent to it.  Enjoy!




When the bright white lights shone through my bedroom window one night when I was about 10 years old, I thought it was just my mother coming home from a late shift at the hospital.  Her 1994 Toyota Corolla did have unusually powerful headlights.  But it was only when the beams of light didn’t turn away, and I didn’t hear the crunch of gravel under the car tires that I knew something was wrong.


The lights must have been outside my bedroom window for about ten minutes before they swooped upward toward the sky.  I didn’t know what UFO’s were, but when I told my mom and dad about it the next day, they both shook their heads and smiled, sure that I had been “imagining” or “dreaming” wild things.


When the lights showed up again a week later, I wanted to run screaming for my parents, but something  held me in place; some unseen hands on my body, keeping my limbs from doing what my desperate mind was screaming at them to do.  I was able to turn my head, and I felt the wet stream of urine trickle down the inside of my thighs as my heart felt like it would burst from my chest.  My palms itched, and I was breathing so hard you would of thought I was sprinting in a decathlon.


Then I saw the glittering black orbs with vertical yellow slits outside my bedroom window, and I understood I wasn’t going to be able to burst out of there and fly to the loving embrace of my mother.  I was certain I wouldn’t get my dad to puff out his massive, barrel chest and scare the thing off the way he’d terrified schoolyard bullies into leaving me the hell alone.


And I knew that there were things in this universe so terrifying that they could make the screams die in my throat.


I went through Hell and back again after about six months of seeing those same eyes.  I’d been taken to countless doctors, seen every God damned shrink on the east coast that my parents could afford.  Nothing helped.  The lights kept coming back every week on the same fucking night.  They kept shining in my eyes and reminding me that nobody was coming to my rescue.


Finally, sometime after I turned thirteen, the lights didn’t shine in my window on the designated night.


They shone under my bedroom door instead.


Earlier that night, I’d watched milky white semen shoot off into my left hand after a few savage strokes.  I’d been thinking of fucking the hottest girl in my algebra class.  The moment I saw the slit of light under the bottom of my door, I thought of Sunday school lessons, and I was terrified that God had come to punish me for my sins.


Pain shot throughout my body as my hands desperately clawed at the ground, fighting not to be dragged toward my open bedroom door.  A fire seared my knee caps as they were scraped raw against an old, wooden floor.   I shut my eyes tight, hoping that mom and dad would somehow rescue me.  But they didn’t.


Next thing I knew, I lay in the darkness on my back on a cold slab of metal.  I was naked and shivering.  All I saw in the oppressive blackness was a cluster of at least six pairs of black, glittering, unblinking eyes. All had yellow slits, and all bore into my soul as they peered down at me.  The silence was deafening.


A cold, metal object suddenly clamped around the tip of my exposed penis and yanked forcefully upward.  Unblinking eyes continued to examine me with cold, clinical detachment.


I broke the silence with a universe – cracking scream.


I’d kept all memories of that night locked away for 20 years before I got into my own car tonight and drove out to the middle of nowhere.  I didn’t know where I was, but I somehow drove with purpose along a lonely, poorly lit stretch of road underneath the stars.  When I finally turned off the road and stopped in the middle of an isolated field of tall green grass, I stepped outside the vehicle and I knew.


They were here.


Underneath the dark canopy of an inky night sky lit by stars and a full moon, my skin burned underneath their cold stares.  But suddenly, I heard the rustling of grass in front of me and my heart hammered against my ribs.  I had the stupid thought that I should make a speech like Captain Kirk in his “we mean you no harm” Star Trek moments, but that thought died an ensign Johnson’s death as a man sized shadow suddenly loomed in front of me.  I wanted to run, but my legs wouldn’t cooperate.  My car engine died though I’d left the damn thing running.


The being stepped forward, and the shadows of the night crawled away from its features like spiders and bugs scampering off a corpse.  The creature had the barrel chest that I’d inherited from my now dead father.   It bore the same open legged stance that I used when I tried to intimidate.  Its nose was small and somewhat flat like mine, but it bore no mouth that I could see.


And its eyes!  Its eyes were shaped like mine, but there was no white in them.  Two yellow slits ran vertically down the middle of fathomless black pools that glittered underneath the moonlight with unmistakable malice.   Clear membranes closed and opened vertically in front of them, and the hairs at the back of my neck were at full attention.


It was when six tendrils slowly oozed from the back of the creature, extending themselves toward me like vipers about to strike that I finally shouted, holding up my hands to shield my body.


The creature’s reptilian eyes flared wide.  In my mind, I clearly heard one word.




I screamed before darkness took me.

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