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HOLLYWOOD BUS STOP

The Dark Side of Tinsel Town

Currently in production for book, audio and video….

TDSOTT is a memoir, factual to the core even though actual names
have been changed in order to protect those who claim to be living…

“I’m sitting beside the pool at the Hollywood Roosevelt Hotel. And I’m waiting. Waiting like I always did in Hollywood. Los Angeles overhead is its usual flawless blue, as if some cosmetic sky surgeon has removed all clouds and creases of grey….”

“I got to Hollywood on a one-way plane ticket
paid for with stolen money…”

In a town often nicknamed ‘Holy-weird’ Gilson was the weirdest of them all…

The Dark Side of Tinsel Town: To Be Continued….

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First completed novel, 2009; BLACKOUT – The Dark Side of the Valleys

…every candle had burned out… And Bronwen was trapped inside a very strange dream…
They were searching the mountain… for Tessa… And the mountains were so beautiful that they held out their hands to thank the sky because it didn’t matter… if Tessa was not there…
Then John started ringing the bell for last orders and everyone shouted that it wasn’t time yet, John! It was not the right time!
Quick, quick, Rupert was saying, hurry up, please, there’s no more time.  All of us are waiting… Everyone:  except Tessa. God knows where Tessa had gone…
…she better say sorry, ‘cos I’m not fuckin’ sorry… She’ll have a shock now when she hears… Bronwen grinned from ear to ear…
Because one of these days Tessa would have to learn that a mother is a mother and, surely, Tessa must know deep down inside that whatever a mother does is never really wrong?

-THE END-

South Wales, U.K., 2009

from Blackout – The Dark Side of the Valleys

Audiobook URL

“I wish the machines could be off forever, I wish the power never had to come back on… I hate reality. I hate all the light and the noise, I hate being able to see… And I hate myself.”
The fire crackled one last time then died…
“What about kissing?” he said.
“What about kissing?”
“Do you hate kissing?”
He took her hand.
“Don’t you think that kissing is the single most beautiful thing two people can ever do to each other?”
“Yes,” she said, “yes, I do… yes.”

They kissed. They kissed for a long time. They kissed as if they had been waiting to kiss their whole, entire lives…

She watched him close his eyes. She saw the dream inside his head.
“Sam…”
“Yes, Tessa…”
“If I kiss your lipstick off, will you take me to bed?”

Blackout. Week 15.
Excerpt from chapter 37. 101 second sample:
https://soundcloud.com/tracywilliams/kiss-your-lipstick-off-blackout-week-15-serialization

 

 

 

Haunting sounds from invisible night creatures called across the black mountains as Tessa climbed ghostlike, directionless…
There was no moon, no stars, no guiding light. Just a mass of ebony this way and that, a thick black blanket covering all form. A monster threatening the air, growing, grumbling, perhaps it was mumbling turn away Tessa, turn, turn away. Down there he’s texting, surfing, watching without listening. The machines are on – he is not. Turn away Tessa. The machines are on – but not for long…
Thunder. A flash. A momentary clash.
And Tessa thought tonight is the night. Technology versus Mother Nature… Ready for a fight.

Blackout. Week 14. Chapters 31-34. https://tracywilliams.me/serialisation/

90 Second Sample

A man in a Valentino suit – easy to spot up the Angel.
Who did he think he was, dressed up like that? Looking a right twat!
There is no ‘Welcome in the Hillside’ as the popular myth would have you believe. The people of the valleys do not want you, stranger. You’re not one of us, so fuck off back where you came from…
“I tell you what,” Bronwen said, “gimme a lift home and you and me can talk in my ‘ouse.”
The factory girls watched in disbelief… John… poured another brandy. Bronwen, the biggest slag in the valley, was walking out of the Angel with the best looking stranger they had seen for years. Lucky bitch.

Blackout, The Dark Side of the Valleys. Week 13. Chapters 28-30.
73 second sample: https://soundcloud.com/tracywilliams/lucky-bitch-in-blackout-week-13-serialization

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