Interview With Before Sunrise Press for my vampiric-period piece "A Night of Frivolity"!

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Recently our staff interviewer, Billie Watts, sat down with S.C. Parris to discuss her upcoming Before Sunrise Press release, “A Night of Frivolity” - available on Kindle and in other eBook formats, April 18.

Before Sunrise Press: To start things off, how about you introduce yourself to readers who many not be familiar?

S.C. Parris: “I’m Sheron Sylvestre (pen name S.C. Parris), I live on Long Island with my family and my Siberian Husky. I’ve written stories and poems for as long as I can remember, had half-starts with stories when I was younger, and had a poem published in a book of students’ poetry in middle school. I’ve explored many avenues of art, such as drawing and the like, but the things that have stayed with me have been writing (books, poems, screenplays), and acting. I guess I’m just drawn to the written word - or at least story-telling.”

BSP: Who would you cite as your primary influences?

Parris: “Edgar Allan Poe jump-started my love of writing. His macabre, grim, yet beautiful way of penning a horror story/poem reached my adolescent heart in ways I didn’t even realize would influence me so directly. J.K. Rowling is, of course, another inspiration of mine as I’ve read her books since my mother pushed the first Harry Potter in my hands and told me it was okay to read. I believe it’s Misses Rowling that’s really inspired me to set aside the short stories and poems and delve into full-length stories. I also pick up bits and pieces from all authors’ works I read, far too many to name, of course.”

BSP: Why don’t you tell us, without spoiling anything, what your short story is about?

Parris: “A woman with a head for rebellion meets her match in a strange man on a night out in town.”

BSP: You actively chose to set the story in the 1700s. What was it about that era that you found so appealing?

Parris: “Ah, I’ve always been drawn to the cobble-stoned streets, gas-lit lamps, and horse drawn carriages that marked that period. There was always something magical about it and I guess I find it somehow easier to draw upon the world and characters that live (and thrive) in that time. I have been called an “old soul” by many.”

BSP: Recently the whole ‘vampire’ genre has undergone a complete makeover as a result of the Twilight series, and I think a lot would argue for the worse. Where do you stand on Stephenie Meyer’s Twilight series?

Parris: “I read New Moon first without knowing it was part of a series and there were many times that I literally threw the book across the room - I’m obviously not a fan of what Mrs. Meyer has “done” to the vampire genre. […] I believe that she hasn’t really done anything to the vampire genre - only put her own bizarre twist on these creatures and called them ‘vampire’. Regardless, there is something enigmatic about vampires, about the burdens they face, their lust for something they cannot possess freely - it’s all fascinating to me and it always has been. (My mother confessed to watching tons of vampire movies while I was still in the womb.)”

BSP: Where do you think your interest stemmed from?

Parris: “I believe my first (memorable) encounter with vampires was in the movie Bram Stoker’s Dracula (1992) - I was equal parts horrified and enamored with the creature that wrapped so many around his long finger. The lore has stayed with me ever since.”

BSP: In your opinion, what do you consider the greatest vampire story ever told?

Parris: “As I’m not yet finished reading the original novel of Dracula by the one and only Bram Stoker, I can’t count it as one of the greatest ever told, though it sure is shaping up that way. Of all the vampire novels I’ve read and movies I’ve seen, I’m hard pressed to name one that’s stood out to me as the greatest ever told. If movies are allowed in this, I would say the movie adaptation of Interview with the Vampire has stuck with me as a great vampire story, though I haven’t read the original novel so I’m not certain how much weight that holds.”

BSP: Do you have any other writing projects coming up? What other genres do you like to explore?

Parris: “I have many. I’ve self-published two vampire/fantasy novels (The Dark World & The Immortal’s Guide) in the past two years and I’ve three more in that series due out soon. Besides those, I’ve many other projects lined up to be completed either this year or within the next two. One of those being a paranormal romance set in modern times currently entitled ‘Judgment’ and another that will be the start of a new series, a purely fantasy/adventure novel set around an assassin/mercenary and his band of hired men as they go around their deceptive world, doing the most untouchable work for the highest pay.”

We’d like to thank S.C. personally for taking the time to let us interview her. Be sure to check out her vampiric period piece, “A Night of Frivolity”, set to be released April 18, 2013 by Before Sunrise Press. __________________________________________________________________ Follow S.C. on Twitter Follow S.C. on Tumblr ‘Like’ S.C. Parris on Facebook Read S.C.’s Blog on WordPress S.C. on Goodreads

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And that's that! Hope you enjoyed it and will pick up A Night of Frivolity April 18th!

Keep your bite!

S.C. Parris

Brief Story (1/30/2013) Continuation (Updated!)

Someone asked me to continue it and I, myself, had been thinking about it and the possible story it held so I decided to write some more on my 'brief' story, but of course, after this it may not be so brief but instead be novella-worthy. Let's just see where this takes us shall we?

There was something on her shoulder but as she turned to look at it, it disappeared leaving her all the more confused. “I don’t know what that was,” she told him.

He touched the same shoulder while she gave him a once over in confusion. “Don’t worry,” he said, “you’ll be dead soon so it doesn’t matter.”

She stepped from him at once, the frankness of his words scarring her sharply. "You did that!" she acknowledged at last, finally seeing the flicker of black upon his shoulder. "Wh-what is that exactly?"

The flicker began to slow, so much so that it began to take shape, the form of a large crow it took quite soon. He merely lifted a gloved hand toward it and when it nipped his finger with its black beak, he nodded and off it flew into the dark sky.

"I was sent here to kill you," he said, turning his dark stare upon her.

"I've gathered that much," she said crossly, her arms wrapping around her midsection to still the strange chill that existed on the air tonight. "Why haven't you done it already if it's what you were demanded? Was it my father who sent you?"

"Not that old man, no," he said, "your mother, Catherine - she was the one who ordered the...action to be done." 

She merely stared at him. "My mother?"

"Sure," he sighed, shifting his footing smoothly, "your mother hates you, wants you dead...what did she say? 'Can't have another girl in the family.'"

"She didn't," Catherine whispered at once hardly daring to believe it.

"Oh but she did," he corrected her quickly, "and I must kill you because that was her order - the Queen, Catherine, will not stand for her orders to be disobeyed, as I'm sure you're more than well aware."

She thought of Terrence; a cold chill rising to her throat making her next words quite difficult to get out. "My mother's...orders sh-shall not be...taken to heart, Fellowsword."

A look of great interest lit up his eyes then. "So you know what I am?"

"The bird. He's your companion. All Fellowswords have...strange companions. It's - it's what I've heard."

"You've heard correct, then," he said with dark interest, stepping closer to her. She did not step away. "And most...women...fear we Fellowswords. Why do you not run? I have told you I am to kill you - and at your mothers bequest."

"I will not believe it until I speak to my mother myself on the matter," she said quickly. "I see no reason to run from a Fellowsword who has not killed me but seems to enjoy talking up a storm about doing it!"

He said not a word while a crow's call sounded far away overhead.

"Well? Why have you not moved to kill me?!" she asked hotly.

A small grin found his lips as he took her hand within his and stared up at the night sky as though searching for something. "Because my companion up there has told me not to."


He looked back upon her at once, the gleam in his eyes quite apparent now. "You're free, Princess, because the crow has told me there is no truth in your mother's demand, indeed.

"You shall not least not by my hand."

She stared at his hand within hers, the smooth leather of his glove cold against her skin. "If I won't die by your hand then what--?"

"More come for you," he said quickly. "If a Fellowsword does not honor his commands to those of royal blood, he awakens the wrath of.... It is best I never say. But we must get you out of here. I will not see you die. Not by their hands."

"But you cannot just--!"

"Yes," he said harshly, "I can."

And before she could say a word, he had turned from her and stepped quickly through the trees, pulling her along as he moved.

And check out the original brief story after the jump.

Original Brief Story:

There was something on her shoulder but as she turned to look at it, it disappeared leaving her all the more confused. “I don’t know what that was,” she told him. He touched the same shoulder while she gave him a once over in confusion. “Don’t worry,” he said, “you’ll be dead soon so it doesn’t matter.”

Keep your bite.

-S.C. Parris

New! Brief Stories with Surprising Twists! Daily!

There was something on her shoulder but as she turned to look at it, it disappeared leaving her all the more confused. "I don't know what that was," she told him. He touched the same shoulder while she gave him a once over in confusion. "Don't worry," he said, "you'll be dead soon so it doesn't matter." | Brief Romance/Horror Twist of the Day. Liked it? Want more? Let me know in comments and I'll keep 'em coming!

Keep your bite.

-S.C. Parris

Excerpt of The Rather Depressing Tales of Patricia L. Bordeaux

I suppose I should start at the beginning, and though one would debate just what the beginning consists of, I must say that it starts on the rather cold night of January 4th, 1714. My mother remained at home with her dear Lady Langdon, gossiping about the world and pining for her youth, while I, a quite adventurous sort in those days, made it my fortune to venture to those rather indecent places one would only whisper about behind drawn curtains and closed doors with blushing cheeks and lowered eyes.

My particular goal in sight this night was to scour a new gentleman's club, and although I was no gentleman by any moderation of the word, I often thought it fun to try my hand at getting in.

I had made it to the lamp post, I remember, just several establishments down from the place, when it had occurred to me that Lord Raymond Bennett would be attending tonight’s gambling and assorted debauchery. The thought that he was to attend did not frighten me in the least, quite the contrary it set stirrings of amusement to fill my cheeks, for the Lord was quite known for his rather uncouth air. And it was also known that I had made it something of my duty to rile him wherever I could: An old misunderstanding we had never bothered to sort out, you see. So there, with my surprise appearance at tonight’s affair, would it not rile him thusly?

It was with this thought of great delight that I stepped lightly along the hard sidewalk, mind sparking with my new goal. And that was when I met him.

Short Story: A Vampire's Mistake Part 4 (Final)

Link to A Vampire's Mistake Parts 1, 2, & 3 ---


Equipped with the massive news that Desmond had had them go up against this…ultimate leader’s command, he left his master, left the cave, and ventured once more to the surface, resolute on finding the woman, burning with a stronger desire to capture her…to kill her before she could be turned….

The cold wind of the night whipped at his face and hair but he ignored it wholly, the image of the woman burned into his vision. With this image, he allowed himself to locate her through nothing, through everything—

He opened his eyes once more and found he stood on an empty street and stared up at a worn, apparently abandoned warehouse. There was utter silence along the street and within the warehouse, yet he knew she was within those dark walls…the smell of her blood was thick in the air.

Trying not to think of the possibility that he had wasted too much time in hesitating, he stepped past the torn gates and onto the dead grass that littered the large yard. Yes, her blood was thick through the air: the closer he ventured to the looming warehouse doors, the thicker her scent drifted through his nose.

When he arrived just before the doors and reached out a hand to slide one back, the shrill scream hit his ears and he froze. The words he’d read several minutes ago rang through his head beneath the scream:

If this woman is ever turned into a Vampire, she will not allow the Vampire that turned her to rule over her…but instead, she shall gain miraculous power and become a tyrant over the coven that took her in as their own…. And…she will kill them—

Along with every other coven in the vicinity,” the familiar words rang through his head next.

“No,” he whispered desperately pulling open the warehouse door. His strength was such that the large door dislodged from its frame and fell to the dirty warehouse floor and all the Vampires that were circled around the woman along the floor turned and glared at the sudden noise.

Vincent recognized Thomas immediately and it was him he started for. He could not recall running toward the Vampire, but he was suddenly aware he was just before him, hands at his throat, thumbs pressed into his veins—

And then many hands were upon him, clawing at his arms and back, his face, pulling him off the Vampire, and it was with a terrible scream that he realized the blade of a dagger had been placed in his back.

As it was removed, all Vampires that had encircled him stepped away and he wondered just why they did so until he realized, the piercing pain he had felt when the blade had entered him was not dispersing as the blade had been removed shortly afterward.

There he crawled on hands and knees, his eyes wide with the shock of pain, the confusion of the events spanning before his very eyes….

There she lay behind Thomas’s feet; blood spilled out around her, her neck bloodied, the two pinpricks showing themselves, and there was even blood upon her lips—

He gasped as the pain increased to new heights and a boot was pressed to his back causing him to fall flat on his stomach. As the cry left his lips, Thomas, who had been glaring down upon him as he writhed in pain, said, “Yes, Vampire, you are too late. Your mistake was letting me walk away with her…your mistake was never biting her and turning her yourself. And now you shall die…and she…she shall rise and—”

Yet his words were cut, for at that precise moment, the very woman he spoke of began to stir. All Vampires let out awed gasps and murmurs of excitement yet Vincent could not let out a sound more than a whimper. Blood left his lips in earnest…and the pain…the pain was far too great. It made no sense, he thought as he lay there, staring up at the woman as she slowly sat up, opening her now-red-eyes to stare around her in renewed wonder. It made no sense…no mere dagger should cause him to feel such pain…it had to be…something else…something else he did not understand as it seemed there were many….

He saw through blurry eyes as she rose to her feet, and vaguely felt all the Vampires around him step further away from him, from her….

Thomas’s voice loomed distantly above his head then, “You…are beautiful…my swe—”

“You,” she said in a soft voice, and even through his pain, Vincent felt he had to stare up at the creature who spoke so commandingly, “were the one who turned me.” It was not a question.

“I…I was,” he said slowly, and even through his blurred vision, Vincent could make out the now scared expression upon Thomas’s face.

She extended a hand to him and Thomas hesitated before walking toward her.

Vincent choked on his plea to Thomas to run from her as more blood left his lips and he watched in vague horror as the woman clasped a slender pale hand around Thomas’s neck and pressed, crushing his spine with the simple gesture.

Thomas hung limp from her hand and all Vampires now stepped away from her in earnest, seeing that she was apparently not the power possessor they had hoped she would be.

As she flung Thomas to the floor and advanced upon the others, Vincent could no longer keep his eyes open, he could no longer strain to look up and see what was happening….

His head dropped to the ground, his eyes closed just as she passed by him, the distant click of her heels along the warehouse floor resounding faintly in his head.

He was gone before the screams echoed through the night.