Tuesday, October 2, 2018

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2nd Chances: A Book of Treasures  http://www.tdcooperbooks.com

Trevor Brady has lost the love of his life, Kate Carter. Overcome with grief, he decides to return to his island in the Caribbean where he learned how to become a guardian angel. He hopes to forgive the Council and find the strength to continue to serve.

Before he can get started, Captain Rex Astor kidnaps him and blackmails Trevor into locating his old pirate ship, Stephanie. Captain James Hardy spoke of a valuable treasure the ship was carrying when she sank to the bottom of the Caribbean Sea three hundred years ago. Astor and his crew can taste the wealth that will make them all rich beyond imagination.

There is one problem; the bottom of the sea is deadly to immortals and with Trevor’s fragile state of mind, combined with his physical weakness, reality becomes too much for him to fight. The only one that can save him now is Kate, and her soul has passed on to the Promised Land.

Wednesday, September 19, 2018

Our Trek across Yellowstone National Park

Our Trek across Yellowstone National Park by TD Cooper



Our Trek across Yellowstone National Park
     “Hey, dad, when are we leaving on our trip to Lamar Valley?”
     “Son, I’ve told you, we need to wait until the snows melt. Yellowstone has many treacherous obstacles that can be hidden under the snow,” dad explained.
     “Honey, what about the wolves, with just the three of us we’ll be easy pickings for them,” mom said.
     “Another good reason for waiting until summer. The wolves will have many animal choices and won’t be hungry for my tough old hide.”

     Time crawled for Junior; he was sick of eating scrub in Westgate Yellowstone and had been assured Lamar Valley was full of green grass. He was ready for summer and the long walk across the Park.
     The day finally came. “Junior, wake up, the last of the snows have melted,” dad said as the sky brightened.
     “Hip-hip-hooray,” Junior cheered. “Hurry up mom!” He bounced as mom chewed her breakfast scrub.
     “Junior, calm yourself it’s a long walk, now eat something and drink some water. Remember you are to stay close to your father and me at all times. The park is dangerous to children. Your hide hasn’t aged into a tough old bull. And we haven’t talked about the humans, stay clear of them too,” mom said.
     The three buffalo set out on their trek through the park, walking the entire day. As the sun began to set, Junior’s head hung low. “What’s wrong?” mom asked.
     “We aren’t even out of our valley, and I can still see the herd off in the distance. Mom, this is boring, when do we get to the good stuff?” Junior moaned. She snorted and laughed.

     The following week… “Wow, what are all those clouds squirting from the ground?” Junior asked.
     “This part of the park is hazardous. Each one of those clouds of steam is coming out of the Earth’s crust. The volcano below our feet is heating water and shooting vapor and gases into the air. Every day new spouts appear. So don’t wander off alone, you could get trapped in a pool of hot water or step in a mud pit and burn,” dad explained.
     “Oh, what is that smell?” Junior asked, snorting the stench out of his massive nose.
     “It’s sulfur, a gas coming out of the ground. Don’t worry, when we cross the next ridge it won’t smell,” mom said, nudging Junior around a steam port.
     “Oh, look, honey, the humans are gathering to watch Old Faithful, she must be close to blowing,” dad said.
     The ground began to gurgle, the steam thickened, and before Junior could comment, water shot a hundred and thirty feet straight up into the air. “Hey, that was cool! I want to see it again!” Junior laughed.
  
     “Hey guys, we are at Yellowstone Lake. Let’s graze, drink, and rest before we head over that mountain,” dad said, nodding in the direction of a mountain ridge taller than Junior ever imagined.
     “Hey dad, there is a bear and her cubs over there.” Junior pointed.
     “A Grizzly… give her plenty of room Junior,” mom said.
     “Cool, I’ve seen Grizzly bears, Black bears, moose, antelope, elk, deer, a fox, and tons of different birds. Hey dad, check out the lone, bull bison walking up the road,” Junior said.
     “Yeah, they hang outside of the herd during rutting season, and Fred is holding up traffic,” dad groaned.
     “Watch out Junior!” mom warned as a human jumped out of his car and challenged the old man.
     “That human is making a mistake; Fred is in no mood to be toying with an idiot.”
     “He’s pawing at the ground and staring Fred in the eye. Oh no, Fred’s tail is standing up!” Junior observed.
     “Junior don’t look!” mom screamed and blocked his view of the human vs. buffalo. She hurried Junior off.
           
     “Junior, we are standing on the rim of the volcano and Lamar Valley is on the other side of that ridge where the grazing is endless, and the water never dries up,” dad snorted.
     “Good, I’m ready to be there and away from all the humans. They scare me more than I thought they would. I mean most of them respect my home, but the few that don’t could spoil it for all of us.”
     “You’re right, Junior! I think it’s great when we can all live in harmony. It’s too bad when some don’t understand what is at stake for our kind, we almost died out once.”
     “We are here, look!” Junior cheered. “The valley stretches as far as I can see, which is nothing but buffalo, grass, and water. I see youngsters my age. Can I go…? Do you think they will like me?” 

Thursday, August 16, 2018

The Storm's Rage

The Storm's Rage 
by TD Cooper
http://www.tdcooperbooks.com



The Storm’s Rage 
Thunder clapped in the distance, and the wind roared through the one-room schoolhouse. Our teacher excused class early, instructing us to go home straight away before the storm hit. 
“Dena, stay with me,” Patrick whispered to me. I reached for his hand as we crossed the last step at the bottom of the stairs. The other, younger students scattered, screaming into the wind and blowing dust toward their homes. Miss Palmer closed the double doors and with one hand on her hat, the other lifting her full skirts, she ran across the dusty road, and into a waiting carriage. Patrick and I made a quick turn and hid in the bushes. 
“Pat, my dad will kill me if he finds us together,” I whispered, looking up into the wicked, tumultuous sky. There wasn’t a ray of sunshine or a spot of blue. The wind whipped and swirled, ringing the bell on top of the building. My skirt flew up blinding me as Patrick held me close.
“This storm is worse than I thought, we need to get back inside,” Patrick said, holding me around the waist. The wind pulled the door out of Pat’s hand and slammed into the inside wall. It took both of us to close it.

Land sakes!” I exclaimed, giggling.
“Listen…,” Patrick said, “Did you hear someone scream tornado?” I stared at him wide-eyed.
“What should we do?” 
“Get under the desk! I’ll see if there are any blankets or coats, something,” he said, running off to the coat closet.
I listened to the wind rattle the slats on the schoolhouse and the bell ringing above my head. The thunder got closer, and the rain began to fall. My heart raced. Pat came back with two blankets and a woolen coat. He made us a mat using the outerwear as a pillow. We laid in each other’s arms, imagining all sort of deadly scenarios. 
“Are we going to die?” I whispered. Patrick gazed into my eyes and kissed me. I took that to mean, maybe. I kissed him back. 
“If we die at least we’ll be together, and our feuding families will have to acknowledge our love,” Pat whispered.
“I do love you.” 
“Oh, good, I was afraid of how you’d answer this next question…,” he said, looking deep into my eyes. “Marry me?”
“Really Yes!” I shouted over the wind and rain.
“Hey, we use this building as a church on Sundays. I’ll marry you right now and then our families, who have been feuding for decades, maybe even centuries, will have to talk to each other. 
Patrick kissed me with the same intensity as the storm. I responded, believing I’d never get another chance to share our love, when we came up for air, it was quiet, deathly quiet. The rainstorm had paused as we walked out of the schoolhouse, not a leaf on a tree swayed, nor a raindrop fell, but the devastation around us was unmistakable. A tornado had hit the area.  
The clouds parted, allowing the rays of the sun to stretch to the ground, it was as if God was wrapping us in his arms. How would we explain ourselves to our parents, I wondered, but it was unimportant at this moment in this time, we were one, and we’d survived the horrible rage of Mother Nature.