Lune, 3 Parts

write your own story
the message
could save my scared soul
change is a constant
that’s a truth
no one can deny
I’m ready to move
ahead now
time waits for no man

write your own story
the message
could save my scared soul
change is a constant
that’s a truth
no one can deny
I’m ready to move
ahead now
time waits for no man

Below are the blurbs shared over the last few months about Séduire, and I am more than grateful for these words of acceptance and approval in advance:
Tremaine isn’t just a writer; she is a sage who applies the practices and alchemy of empathy. She doesn’t just create compelling characters; she inhabits them and allows them to speak their truth through her grounded prose, regardless of how vulnerable, how conflicted, how beautiful, or how harrowing.
–Barry Dawson, Jr. IV, Writer/Poet
In Séduire, Tre Loadholt gives us the full range of her storytelling magic. Beyond the humorous dialogue, the raw earthiness of relationships, and the intense despair of grief and loss … eternal hope is the emotion that always shines through her stories.This iconic collection of short fiction belongs on your must-read list.
–Kay Bolden, Writer & Editor
Tre is an absolute force—the kind of writer who makes others (like me, often) feel this thing I like to call “Writer’s Envy,” where you love the writing so much you wish you could get on her level. Séduire shows her at her absolute best (so far) and you’ll find yourself either flying through piece by piece, or reading it over a period of weeks because you keep going back to re-read certain passages. Either way, you won’t want to put it down.
—Scott Muska, author of I Thought This Was Worth Sharing: Stories and Some Other Stuff about Love and Some Other Stuff
Whether I’m reading her poetry, serial fiction, or autobiographical prose; whether the characters are rooted in reality or possessing of supernatural abilities beyond my own imagination, I am always blown away by Tre’s ability to portray the way we all relate to each other in such a completely relatable way. Her characters breathe, think, and feel just like I do. Just like you do. I do not need to have experienced exactly what the character is experiencing; Tre understands that if readers can feel what the character feels and connect that way, they can step into the page and fall into the story. She really gets us. All of us. And it’s an amazing feeling, being understood.
–Elizabeth Bentley, Writer & Health Program Analyst
Séduire is a smorgasbord of delectable–short but expansive–subtle but insidious–spicy but tame short reads that have a little something for everyone’s taste buds that sits right on the tip of your tongue, solidly, before dissolving into a low-key irreverent balance of salty, sweet, sour, and bitter read. There’s something for everyone!
–Walker J. Lee, Writer, Playwright, & Poet
Are you interested in reading my previously published books? You can do so here.

Two full years now
And I’m still trying
But it has gotten better
Without you
It’s not my best
But I do give it my all
Effort isn’t wasted
Without you
It’s colder now
I could use one of your hugs
October isn’t as scary
Without you
This morning, I whispered
To the air around me a
Happy Birthday song that sounded flat
Without you
But I wanted you to know
I’ll never forget, we’ll never forget
The perfect thing we had in life
Without you
Happy Birthday, Chrissy. I still miss you. I always will. But it hurts just a little (major emphasis on little) less without you. 🙏🏾💙

I had never read anything by Tom Holt before, but after watching the movie for The Portable Door, I felt compelled to read the book. It seemed appropriate to do so.
Knowing how I am and what I would feel if I didn’t read the book, I bit the proverbial bullet, carted it, and then eventually made the purchase.
Below is the review I submitted for Amazon:
“I Should Have Read the Book Before Watching the Movie
However, I only found out about the book by watching the movie, so . . . there’s the rub. As phenomenal writing goes with a splash of wit, a dash of sarcasm, and vividly created scenes, The Portable Door (Book 1 of 8), is a fantastic read.
But I would be remiss if I didn’t mention that I much prefer the movie versus the book. In the book, it took a while to get to the “good stuff,” and I found myself trying to link one story to another and another to another, and it felt like more of me putting a jigsaw puzzle together than reading a book.
This was not a deterrent, though, just a bit of a challenge.
Around Chapter 8 is where I became quite invested in most of the characters and the author’s way of bringing each of them to light. There is magic, mystery, sexual innuendoes, debauchery, and madness flooding the pages. Once I was into the thick of it, I couldn’t look away.
It’s a great read that has persuaded me to check out the rest of the books in the series.”
I think it’s such an intriguing concept to have a compact door you can just flip out, affix it to a hard surface, open it, and say the name of the place you wish to go, then step through the door and you’re there!
People, that’s far more than magic, that is approved sought-after sanity.
an unscheduled day off
enfolds my screaming body.
the mind stays strapped to
the foam of an
inviting mattress.
the soul cannot move.
I know these days . . .
mentally, I’m challenged,
and freeing myself from
the depths of this dark
space is often harder
than I’d like.
bedbound for the morning,
I watch news of Western NC
as cities lay underwater,
roads are washed away, my
friend’s brand new home
drowns before her eyes.
food and supplies have to be
air-dropped to designated
places.
“these are the last days.”
I turn over to reach
for someone to hold
and forget, momentarily,
that I live alone.

“Do gerbils love?” Paul pondered as he spent what could be his last moments breathing next to the love of his life, Sophie. The two were a pair of hopeless half-wizards and even though their hearts were recently connected, it felt like they had been in love for centuries.
Maybe in a past life?
Maybe in a past spell?
Whatever it was, Paul stood there with an invisible rope binding him in place–the slightest movement was an act of severe futility. Would Humphrey turn him into a gerbil, an elephant, a gecko, or the latest edition of Better Homes & Gardens magazine?
Whatever he was going to be, he wished for the ability to love. And to continue to love Sophie, too. But what would she be? If Humphrey could turn them into anything under the natural sun, what spell would he conjure up for his beloved Sophie?
The dank air of the firm’s office swirled around the hostages as Humphrey laughed maniacally from his throne. A snap of his finger . . . a flush of his lips . . . a slap of his left hand to his right ear and then . . .
*POOF*
They would all waddle like ducks waffling around for a place to find comfort.
As he snapped back to life from his daydream, the bulky image of Humphrey approaching him increased in size. His jowls hung viciously on his face, and his razor-sharp teeth barked out of his mouth.
He gawked at Paul with the intent to do bodily harm and whispered, “Now, where were we, you insolent fool?”
“Gerbils,” said Paul. “Gerbils . . . do they love?”
I am currently reading, The Portable Door by Tom Holt, and a particular phrase in this book (the title of this story) shook something alive in my brain. What you have just read is the product. I am nearly done with the book, and I cannot wait to write the review for it, too!
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