Friday, July 4, 2014

House of the Matriarch Video Recitations

This page is for video recitations of House of the Matriarch by myself, Fred L. Taulbee Jr.


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Chapter 1 video recitation in its entirety.

House of the Matriarch Ch 1 Video Recitation

This is the entire chapter 1 of House of the Matriarch, written by myself, Fred L. Taulbee Jr.

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Monday, June 30, 2014

House of the Matriarch a novel of terror Chapter 26 by Fred L. Taulbee Jr.

House of the Matriarch Chapter 26 by Fred L. Taulbee Jr.

Copyright 2010
Go HERE for all the chapters up so far.
Purchase the whole novel at most ebook retailers or HERE.

 
Chapter 26             Beth

            Chelsea looked around at the other women. “I don’t know. Look. Rebecca’s right. None of this makes any sense.”
            “I think it’s because we didn’t uninvite Grandma,” Beth explained
            Tyler looked confused and asked, “What do you mean?”

House of the Matriarch a novel of terror Chapter 27 by Fred L. Taulbee Jr.

House of the Matriarch Chapter 27 by Fred L. Taulbee Jr.

Copyright 2010
Go HERE for all the chapters up so far.
Purchase the whole novel at most ebook retailers or HERE.


Chapter 27            Ana

            The times she was spending in the darkness of her grave were growing shorter. How do I do it? Am I changing? Evolving somehow? Will there be a time when the ground can no longer hold me?

House of the Matriarch a novel of terror Chapter 28 by Fred L. Taulbee Jr.

House of the Matriarch Chapter 28 by Fred L. Taulbee Jr.

Copyright 2010
Go HERE for all the chapters up so far.
Purchase the whole novel at most ebook retailers or HERE.

 
Chapter 28            Rebecca

            Rebecca packed her bags. She felt relieved, thawed out. The guilt of her infidelity was off her shoulders and it felt good. There was a little more guilt there, but it was superseded by the fear for now. When she was out of this house she could grieve for Veronica.
            And the gift? I have it. I must have it. There’s no way to explain how we cheated with the same men or how I looked for very specific men.  Someday she would be able to forestall the bad things that happen in life. She could start all over with a new lover. A man or a woman? All those doors were open now, and she could walk through any of them freely.

House of the Matriarch a novel of terror Chapter 29 by Fred L. Taulbee Jr.

House of the Matriarch Chapter 29 by Fred L. Taulbee Jr.

Copyright 2010
Go HERE for all the chapters up so far.
Purchase the whole novel at most ebook retailers or HERE.

 
Chapter 29             Ana

            She had to think again on the goings on. The girls had arrived. They viewed the will on the dvd. They held the séance. One of them killed me, but which one? She remembered controlling Veronica. It had been easy. Her soul was weak from the transition. I controlled her like a marionette, my mind the string. She looked back into her memory at scenes she refused to relive during the last two years of her death as if she knew this was the right path to take in her mind. And she remembered.           

House of the Matriarch a novel of terror Chapter 30 by Fred L. Taulbee Jr.

House of the Matriarch Chapter 30 by Fred L. Taulbee Jr.

Copyright 2010
Go HERE for all the chapters up so far.
Purchase the whole novel at most ebook retailers or HERE.

 

Chapter 30            Beth


            Beth grabbed her clothes, makeup and other things and started throwing them in her suitcase. She opened her little tin case that used to hold cinnamon Altoids and she looked inside. She didn’t need the pills anymore. They somehow had no effect on her, and she was glad. Two years from clean to junkie. She didn’t need to get up. She didn’t need to get down. She didn’t need anything for the pain. She didn’t need a littler helper. She was fine now.
            She went to the bathroom, dumped the pills into the toilet and flushed them. She watched them swirl down—it made her a little dizzy. They disappeared in a swirling eddy like the sleeping pills she had stirred into Grandma’s glass of water. She had used capsules and had taken them apart, then poured the powder into the glass of water and she had stirred and watched the powder dissolve.
            Well, almost dissolve. Grandma found me out. I was such a klutz. That was so stupid of me to dotry and do.