Wednesday, September 19, 2012

T n'T's Confidential: M.A. Church

Time flies and it's Thursday already! Today we've got awesome author M.A. Church blogging with us! She's here to tell us all about her latest story Faded Love in the "Carved in Flesh Anthology". Read on! 

Carved in Flesh Anthology

The title of my story is Faded Love, which I think is perfect because scars fade, but true love doesn’t. What attracted me to this anthology was the very fact it’s based on scars. From my own personal experience I know that scars can affect how a person looks at their self. I had back surgery twelve years ago, and have a scar on my back. Back then I wore a two piece bathing suit and it was noticeable. I actually had people stop me and ask about it. Granted, mostly it was people who’d had back surgery, so they knew what the scar was from. But, the scar drew attention, to some degree.

My story is about a top model that’s in a car accident and ends up scarred… on his face, no less. He isn’t horribly disfigured, but can you imagine what that would do to someone who models? Ashley, the model in my story, makes his living from his looks and does a damn good job at it. And in the blink of an eye, it’s all changed. 

The Carved In Flesh anthology is going to be very interesting, I think. I can’t wait to see the different stories! J

Carved in Flesh- an anthology released September 14th by Storm Moon Press

People often say that the true perfection in the human form is in its imperfections. Scars are visceral reminders of a person's past, a sign of an event that can never fade. Whether it was gained in combat, a traumatic experience, or part of a ritual with a lover, scars are the ultimate labels. Carved in Flesh features short stories in which at least one character sports physical scars—visible to the naked eye, and prominent enough to spark a conversation.

Faded Love by M.A. Church


“Will?” Ashley’s hand was gently held and pulled down. Why did Will’s voice sound so funny, like he was hoarse? “Will? What’s going on? Where am I? What’s on my face?”

“Listen to me. You’re in the hospital.”

“Hospital? Why the hell am I in the hospital?” Straining, he was finally able to make out the pale walls, and smell a scent he had always associated with hospitals: cleaners and sickness.

“You don’t remember… anything?” Will bent over Ashley, still holding his hands. God, Will’s skin was so warm, and his was so cold. “Tell me what you remember.”

“Was on my way home from that shoot. You called. I was going to call you back… Will?” Ashley’s voice rose and cracked. “Then, nothing until now. What—what… Will?”

One of Will’s strong hands managed to loosen itself from Ashley’s death grip and brushed Ashley’s hair back from his face. “You’re in the hospital. There was an accident, a bad accident. You were hit on the way home two days ago.”

“Fuck me! Two days ago?” Ashley bit his lip as pain spiked in his ribs. “How bad? Who hit me?”

“It was pretty bad. You have bruised ribs from the impact with the steering wheel, your arm is bruised—not broken—and more bruises over your body. I forgot the driver’s name. They hit you on the passenger side, slammed you into a street light. Two people in the other car died.”

“Died? Jesus.” Every time Ashley tried to lift his hand to his face, Will stopped him. “What’s wrong with my vision? Why can I only see out of one side?”

Gripping his hand, Will hesitated. “You were struck so hard your head hit the driver side window.”

Ashley gripped Will’s hand. There was more, he just knew it. What little he could make out of Will’s concerned face told him that. “And? Tell me, dammit!”

 “The window busted. There was glass everywhere. Oh God, Ashley, I’m so sorry. You were cut. On your face… and—and… there’s going to be a scar.”

“A scar?” Ashley whispered, and then his voice gained in strength as horror stabbed at him. “A scar, on my face? My face? No! Oh my God, no! How bad, Will? How fucking bad?”

Tears soaked Will’s voice. “From the hair line to under your chin. Jesus, Ashley. I’m so sorry.”

The screams from Ashley’s room brought most of the nursing staff at a dead run.
Keep in mind I picked that excerpt. Storm Moon may use something else. :-)
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