QSFer Perie Wolford has a new MM sci fi novel out:
In an attempt to prove it to the world that crop circles are man-made and aliens don’t really exist, Ricky and his team of young enthusiasts (including one particular enthusiast, Josh, who is hopelessly in love with Ricky) start falsifying the phenomenon by creating their own crop circles. Their endeavors prove successful, pretty much so, but only until the day when Ricky sees his unique circle design replicated throughout the country by the forces unknown.
Excerpt
Josh kept silent for a moment. He panned to Emily who was still scrutinizing the design. He didn’t really want Ricky to succeed with his idea to impress Emily so much she would fall for him. But he couldn’t let Ricky down either. Such a betrayal wouldn’t soon be forgotten.
“Yes. I say yes. We can do it,” he said, pretending to be excited. Well, he was excited about the circle, not the Emily thing.
“I say yes too,” said Ricky. “So two against two, it’s up to Emily now.”
“Emily is not a part of the team,” Ann protested.
“She can be if she wants to,” Ricky asserted.
Everyone looked at Emily. It took her a moment to realize that everybody was looking at her. Somehow she was now the one to make a decision.
“Tomorrow night, Emily, are you in or are you out?” Ricky asked.
She looked at him. He sure was radiating confidence about this. Her attitude towards this whole project seemed to have changed too. Whatever it is she saw in the design, it took it all to the next level. And she for sure wanted to be a part of it.
“I’m in. Yes,” she whispered.
Ann stood up and went into the kitchen, frustrated.
“We are so fucked…” she yelled. Mike followed her. He was the only one who could calm Ann down and, boy, did she need this right now.
Josh put both Emily and Ricky in the frame. The two were looking at each other.
“How did you come up with this design?” Emily asked.
“I don’t know,” he began. “I just combined something from one circle and something from another and then it all just came together.”
She looked down at the design, still amazed. She wasn’t sure how he managed to do this, but it was brilliant.
“It’s beautiful. It’s really beautiful,” she whispered. Ricky smiled, pleased with the fact that he had successfully managed to impress Emily. He really wanted it and it happened exactly how he wanted it, which rarely happened.
“Thanks,” he replied.
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It was getting dark outside. The team was on a mission again. Josh panned from one guy to another. Nobody was talking. Everyone looked justifiably agitated and nervous as they were about to approach Sullivan’s field under the cover of the night.
Last time they had been there, it was a disaster. There was no telling how different things were going to be this time. And if they would be lucky enough even to set foot on Sullivan’s ground.
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Josh turned the camera on and focused it on guys crossing a large field of ripe wheat. This was the biggest field they ever worked on, and the most dangerous. The large portion of the field was situated downhill and Sullivan’s farm was uphill from that, making it the best observation point in the area. They might as well have been working on the palm of Sullivan’s hand; for all they knew he might have been watching them right this moment.
“Josh, are you coming?” Ricky shouted out in a loud whisper.
Josh switched to the night-vision mode and started towards them.
“Yeah, yeah,” he said.
“We have to stay together,” Ricky added.
Josh focused the camera on the farmer’s house standing on the very edge of the field in the distance. He zoomed in on it.
The house was dark, only the outside lights were still on. It seemed like old Sullivan was sleeping. Even the dogs were nowhere to be seen.
Josh panned back to the guys who were approaching the center of the field now. He sped up to catch them.
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When Josh resumed recording next time, Ricky was giving everybody ropes. There were dozens of ropes this time but Ricky was sure they were not going to get confused if they kept things organized.
“Remember, Ann and Mike, yours is numbers four, five and eight and then we gather up and continue with ninth and tenth here together,” Ricky explained.
“Okay,” Ann confirmed.
Ann and Mike got their planks and set off.
“Good luck,” Ricky said to them both.
“Yeah,” Ann replied as they started moving away. “We’re gonna need it.”
Ricky handed Emily three or four other ropes, each of a different color.
“Emily, you and Josh are gonna be making circles number three and seven. Josh, take this one,” Ricky said and handed Josh yet another rope. He then took a small wooden pole and stuck it into the ground where he was standing. He tied one end of Josh’s rope to the pole.
“Josh, go. No time for thinking,” he commanded in a whisper.
“Okay, okay,” Josh said and took a plank of his own and moved away, far enough for the rope to stretch full length.
“Josh!” Ricky exclaimed.
Josh turned back to Ricky who was showing him the direction to go to, quite opposite of where he was going.
“That way! Start there,” Ricky commanded.
“Okay,” Josh said, a little annoyed, and moved in the direction Ricky showed him. Ricky was very controlling today, more than usual. This project definitely seemed to mean a lot to him.
“Drop the camera thing. We’ll do it later,” Ricky yelled after him.
“Okay, okay,” Josh replied.
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Josh focused the camera on the guys making the final mini circle in the design together. It was almost done now and it sure looked big, even though it was just one mini circle out of a dozen.
“Almost done, you guys,” Josh whispered to the camera. They all smiled, happy that the thing was almost over. The sense of anticipation was almost palpable in the air. Everyone was excited to finish the circle, but more so everyone just wanted to get out of there and the sooner the better.
A sudden thunder of a rifle shot resounded throughout the air, disturbing the silence of the night. A few large birds took off from the trees on the field’s edge and, lucky bastards, flew away from here into the safety of the night sky.
The team wasn’t so lucky. They all ducked down into the wheat.
Josh got down to the ground as well, together with the camera, losing any kind of focus there was and aiming lenses at his shoes involuntarily.
“Shit! Shit!” Josh cursed under his breath.
Another shot resounded, this one, just like the one before that, sounded like a shot made into the air.
“I know you are there, motherfuckers!” Sullivan’s old rusty voice racketed through the air. “Get out, you bastards!”
Nobody moved. They were all as still as the wheat itself. Nobody wanted to get shot in the ass or worse, that’s for sure.
“Get out I say!” Sullivan yelled again, pissed as hell that his sleep was disturbed.
At 79 it must have been hard to fall asleep as it was, without the goddamned intruders.
Another rifle shot resounded and the barking of dogs followed it. It sounded like the pack of Sullivan’s dogs was smaller now, probably two or three old raggedy bitches died since the last time the gang was here. Now only about three or four dogs were barking, but they were all Dobermans, vicious as hell. Even the three of them could rip a person to shreds, which was probably even worse than a gun shot.
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Author Bio
Perie Wolford is an optioned and produced screenwriter and published author.
His first feature-film movie Dark Harvest The Movie was shot in California by Emerging Artist Productions in 2011 and is now in post-production. The first two science fiction novels Perie has written over the years are now available in ebook format. His latest, a more mature effort in science fiction literature is a novel titled Presence that opens up the series. Perie was working on Presence for three years starting in 2011. The novel is published by NetherworldBooks Publishing House.
As of 2014 Perie started working on the gay/mm series TURNING 16. The sequel to the first book, titled TURNING 17, was released July 28th 2014. Next in the series are short stories ìThe First Days in Collegeî and ìChristmas with Mitchî which will come out March 2015. New mm/sci-fi series ìLightsî will kick off this spring. Stay tuned!
For more information visit periewolford.com