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Light Throughout The Night Posted Free As Blog Posts At GeorgeFarina.Net In 2023

January 7th, 2023
 

Light Throughout The Night Posted As Blog Posts At GeorgeFarina.Net

 
 

Beginning January 2, 2023, I plan to post a chapter of Light Throughout The Night every week at GeorgeFarina.Net until the whole book is posted as blog posts (As of today 2023-01-07, the first two chapters are posted).

The version I’m posting is the same as the newest eBook version.

At the end of each week, I’m going to remove the previous post/chapter from the GeorgeFarina.Net blog. However, the post/chapter will still show within GeorgeFarina.net via the following webpage:

https://www.GeorgeFarina.Net/Blog/LightThroughoutTheNightBookBlogPosts.php

The whole book will show as blog posts via the above URL once posting is completed.

A Table of Contents is posted at the beginning.

Light Throughout The Night is a complete story with many twists and turns. The only way to feel the essence of the story is to read it from beginning to end. If you begin reading the book, I encourage you to read all the chapters.

Even though I’m posting the book as blog posts, both the paperback and eBook are still available for sale. As a result, please don’t post the book elsewhere.

If you like the book and want to purchase either a paperback or eBook version to have as your own, please visit the Light Throughout The Night store webpage.

I don’t have any plans to take down the book at a later date. However, I haven’t sold as many copies as I would have liked. I’m not great at marketing. If a representative of an incorporated publishing company, a literary agent, or anyone else who reads the books via the blog posts, likes what they see and contacts me in regards to publishing, chances are I’ll take down the blog posts in favor of professional publication.

 

For those who aren’t familiar with Light Throughout The Night, below is a brief description:


Light Throughout The Night is fiction, primarily a drama, specifically, a sports action drama. Even though the story is fiction, the book displays a sense of realness.

Light Throughout The Night is somewhat futuristic, partly educational, with a taste of sexiness. The main character is named Glow. She’s named after the 1980’s television show, G.L.O.W. Gorgeous Ladies of Wrestling.

Regardless of the genre, Light Throughout The Night details Glow’s life story. During the early years of Glow’s life, the deck was stacked against her. Because of her situation, she didn’t have an opportunity to live a decent life. As Glow grew older, she didn’t find her niche in society. Her past kept her from finding happiness.

Light Throughout The Night takes readers from Glow’s birth, through to her adulthood. Her story is passionate, dramatic, and adventurous, while touching upon more serious issues such as child abuse, homelessness and lack of equality.

Within the pages of Light Throughout The Night, Glow displays resilience as she tries to find happiness, peace and peace within herself.


To learn more about Light Throughout The Night, please visit the About Light Throughout The Night Webpage.

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Where The Water Gel’s With The Sand

September 14th, 2022

A lady in her late 20’s walks alone in the Ocean where the water gels with the sand. She’s wearing a summer dress. Her dirty blond hair is long, wavy and moist. A leather shoulder strap purse hangs from her shoulder, moving elegantly with her hips as she walks.

Her hair and dress blow lightly in the warm Ocean breeze. Water flows slowly over her feet. An orange and yellow sky surrounds the sun as it sets deep into the Ocean.

As day turns to dusk, she exits the Ocean, taking a seat upon her laid out towel, looking deep into the sky. Soon thereafter, laying her head to sleep.

The night rapidly grew cold. She curls up to keep warm, tightly pressing her legs against her midsection and breast, pulling her towel over her body, tucking her arms between her thighs.

The next morning the sun begins to warm the cold Ocean air. Shivering, she slowly sits up, running her feet through the dry sand as she warms. A lighter blue sky hovers over the much darker ocean. The waves are larger than the previous night. The sounds are crisper, louder. The air is windier.

Alone, with desperation in her voice, she sings, vocals scream from within. Lyrics filled with despair. Her voice filled with beauty, echoing, mile after mile, harmonious, desperate tones flow from deep within her lungs.

 
 

Written by George Farina: GeorgeFarina.net

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The 1980’s Were 30 Years Ago

January 1st, 2022

As of 2020, the 1980’s were 30 years ago. For many of us, the decade is difficult to forget.

The 80’s represent energy, Boomboxes, Breakdancing, Legwarmers, Headbands, Nightclubs, Skating Rinks, Saturday Morning Cartoons, MTV, Supercars, Arcades, Rae Bans, Heavy Metal Rock Bands and much more.

The 1980’s represent freedom. Freedom of speech. The type of freedom allowing a person to be themselves and express themselves without many of the consequences people often face from society today. Though, what I feel the 1980’s represent most is creativity. More cool, unique things were introduced in the 1980’s than any other decade I’ve either lived through or learnt about.

Supercars became a thing in the 80’s. 80’s music became a thing. Many of the tunes introduced in the 80’s are still played today. Boomboxes, Breakdancing, Legwarmers, Computers, Video Games, Saturday Morning Cartoons and Rae Bans all became things in the 1980’s. Things many of us still enjoy today.

Atari came to life in the 1980’s. The 80’s started a video gaming boom, loud enough to keep the industry booming to this very day.

Computers were introduced to the general public in the 1980’s. Many who lived through the 80’s have exceptionally good memories of the Commodore 64, early IBM and Apple computers.

During the 80’s most didn’t have to worry about hacking. Heck, I don’t even think I knew what computer hacking was till the early 1990’s. People didn’t have to worry about others intruding on their enjoyment of life. The 80’s offered a sense of freeness.

The 1980’s were also responsible for one of the greatest sports stories in history. The 1980 men’s Olympic hockey team. Nothing screams 80’s louder than a story about an unknown team or person going from the unknown to greatness.

Though, the decade wasn’t without issues. There was plenty of violence. There was drug abuse. I’m not talking about recreational drugs. Some of the drugs many used in the 80’s were much more destructive. Drugs that weren’t good. Drugs I don’t feel represented the decade.

Luckily, I didn’t see the corrupt side of the 1980’s. By the mid 1980’s I was 11. At 11, it’s difficult to see the bad. Even today, I know those things only represented a small percentage of the decade. A decade I remember today, 30 years later, with great fondness.
 

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A Homeless Woman Sits In An Alley Writing

January 1st, 2022
A Homeless Woman Sits In An Alley Writing
 
These words I write late at night. These words I write without fright. Siren’s, flashing lights fly past. A couple a few apartments above argue. The pavement’s cold. The temperature’s warm. Nightclubs just closed. Plenty of clubgoers walking the streets, socializing, joking, laughing, as they make their way home. City buses are frequent. Neon signs light up the end of the alley. The moon’s bright. Stars are vast. The alley’s dark, distant. Water drips from an air conditioner in a windowsill above. The buildings are brick, vintage looking. Graffiti’s sprayed on their walls. “Drink, Laugh, Flirt, Kiss”. The silhouette of a mouse scurries into a drain pipe. The couple above stopped arguing. The streets grew quite. My eyes grew tired. With a duffel bag as a pillow, I lay my head down to sleep.
 
  Written by George Farina, www.GeorgeFarina.net

 

 
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Publication Of: Light Throughout The Night

January 1st, 2022

Light Throughout The Night, by George Farina
 
Today, I am very happy to announce the release and publication of my second book: Light Throughout The Night.

(2022-01-02) Light Throughout The Night is fiction, primarily a drama, specifically, a sports action drama. Even though the story is fiction, the book displays a sense of realness.

Light Throughout The Night is somewhat futuristic, partly educational, with a taste of sexiness. The main character is named Glow. She’s named after the 1980’s television show, G.L.O.W. Gorgeous Ladies of Wrestling.

Regardless of the genre, Light Throughout The Night details Glow’s life story. During the early years of Glow’s life, the deck was stacked against her. Because of her situation, she didn’t have an opportunity to live a decent life. As Glow grew older, she didn’t find her niche in society. Her past kept her from finding happiness.

Light Throughout The Night takes readers from Glow’s birth, through to her adulthood. Her story is passionate, dramatic, and adventurous, while touching upon more serious issues such as child abuse, homelessness and lack of equality. Within the pages of Light Throughout The Night, Glow displays resilience as she tries to find happiness, peace and peace within herself.
 

To Purchase Light Throughout The Night, please visit:
GeorgeFarina.net/store/lightthroughoutthenight.php
 

To learn more about Light Throughout The Night, please visit: https://www.georgefarina.net/blog/lightthroughoutthenight.php

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Young Couple

January 1st, 2022
Young Couple
 
A young couple dances all night. Closing time, gotta grab a bite. Early morning at a local cafe, violin music plays. Hours later, sleeping by the pool. In the evening, together they shower. Dinner at a diner. Flipping through the jukebox, a record spins. Flirtatious conversations. Cake for desert, feeding each other, eyes filled with desire. Late at night, the beach is empty. The cork pops on a bottle, close together they stay. Under the moonlight and stars, conversations about nothing, gleaming smiles, sparkling eyes. As the sun rises, intertwined, they close their eyes. Wake to whistles. Sitting up with a kiss. Shower and laundry. Sunday afternoon, the laundry mat’s filled. Driers spin, steam in the air, glistening skin. Each with a good book, neither could resist. Riding the bus, she pulls the wire. Arriving home, they finish the weekend sleeping in.
 
  Written by George Farina, www.GeorgeFarina.net

 

 
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Pink Boxing Gloves

January 1st, 2022
Pink Boxing Gloves
 
Wearing pink boxing gloves, she stands in the corner of the ring.
Lathered in sweat, she knows she has to win.
Poised and calm, the nervousness is gone.
The crowd cheers. She doesn’t hear a sound.
Her heart beats steady, muscles ready.
Ding Ding.
The battle begins.
 
  Written by George Farina, www.GeorgeFarina.net

 
 
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Thinking About The City

January 1st, 2022
Thinking About The City

Thinking about the city: Kids playing around a fire hydrant. Water rushes out. They’re smiling, laughing and joking. Others play stickball in the street. Fielders towards the bottom of the street chant, “a batta batta, a batta batta, swing batta”. A mother yells from her windowsill, “Time for dinner”. A kid puts down his stickball bat. Time for him to go in.
 
An older lady reels clothes in from a clothesline hung over the back alley of her apartment building. The clothesline runs from the fifth story windowsill of a brick building on the other side of the alley to her windowsill. After unclipping her clothes, she folds them just inside her window, watching kids play outside.
 
A young couple sits on a fire escape overlooking the alley, talking, flirting, being young, enjoying life. Every once in a while he says something intriguing, she lets out a flirtatious giggle, lightly pushing her hands against his thick winter coat.
 
A man is closing his business, locking the inner door, pulling down a steel outer door covered in graffiti. A line of people wait to board a bus. A lady digs for change in her purse, stepping into the bus at the same time. Minutes later the bus takes off. A homeless lady pushes a cart down the sidewalk, wearing a thick yet torn up old coat. Her cart’s filled with bags, some clothes and cans.
 
Street lights and trees planted within the sidewalks are decorated with Christmas lights. Flashing neon signs light up storefronts. Display windows are filled with Christmas decorations. Pigeon’s peck at little bites of food near a diner.
 
A young woman talks on a payphone at the corner. She’s not paying attention to anything around her. She’s enjoying her conversation. She’s laughing. Her arms and hands move as she talks.
 
A cement building on the other side of the street is boarded up. The boards are covered in graffiti. Some boards are loose. A homeless person’s probably inside. The cold harsh realities of life most likely beat he or she down. Old, dust covered, partially rotten wooden planks as flooring. A candle for light. A cold can of beans for dinner. A dirty old blanket to keep warm. Yet, he or she is much happier sleeping in the abandon building than the streets.
 
A man in his late twenties rides his bike through the sidewalk, weaving in and out, and around those walking. He has a small radio. Hip hop plays. The music slowly fades. A lady stops at a hotdog cart on her way home from work. She skipped lunch. She’s starving, paying immediately, taking a bite before she’s given her change. She stands next to the cart, finishing her meal before hurrying home.
 
  Written by George Farina, www.GeorgeFarina.net

 
 
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A Man Stands Outside his Apartment. A Lady Sits On A Bus Bench

January 1st, 2022

 

Two Heads Lay To Rest
 
A man stands outside his apartment. A pigeon nests on a nearby windowsill. The faint sound of a train in the distance is soothing. Someone down the street runs after a bus. A cassette tape turns inside a boombox. Street performers breakdance. Chicks wearing Wayfarers and Legwarmers watch. Rain drops slowly fall. Small, soft, calming raindrops. No one seems bothered. A lady sits on a bus bench, desirable, yet she sits alone.
 
Later at night, inside a nightclub the dance floor’s packed. He’s all alone, looking up, turning, yearning. Lights flash, spotlights, music blasts. Sudden warmth. Breasts against his chest. Her arms wrapped around his waist. Pressed together the music slows, moving to the sounds, hearts pound. Closing time, leaving hand and hand. Through the crowds, to the street into a small pizzeria to grab a bite to eat. Neither asks the other their name. The feelings of temptation are the same. Hours later, bodies drenched in sweat, two heads lay to rest.
 
  Written by George Farina, www.GeorgeFarina.net

 

 
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I’ve Lost

January 1st, 2022

I’ve been married.
I’ve been divorced.
I’ve been a winner.
I’ve been a loser.
I lost to the years.
To many years past.
I lost friends.
Many didn’t last.
I lost to society.
I didn’t find my niche.
I lost to capitalism.
I lost to poverty.
I lost to malnourishment.
I’ve lost to health.
I lost the excitement of life.

 

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