A Gathering of Butterflies by Sean C. Wright blog tour

AGatheringOfButterflies_BannerThe Gathering of Butterflies by Sean C. Wright- blog tour

Welcome to my tour stop for “A Gathering of Butterflies” by Sean C. Wright.  The tour runs from October 26-30 and the full tour schedule can be found here.


Tales of steely but vulnerable women of color will melt your heart while lifting your spirits… A fierce grandmother keeps her grandson from the clutches of Old Scratch in Devil Does Dallas. An alien abduction transforms a large, miserable woman in Hazel Hogan. A country girl meets a city girl on her birthday, and struggles to decide if the girl’s heart is dark or light in Bubble Bath Twelve. And methodical Genie forms an unlikely relationship in Heaven’s Halfway House while in a coma.



Sean C. Wright is native to Dallas, TX, and earned a degree in English from University of North Texas. She is the author of the short story collection A Gathering of Butterflies, the novella Honey Riley. Actress Jessica Biel directed a short film based on her winning essay in 2010: Sodales (18 minutes). For more information about her writing skills and how she can assist you with yours–for business or consumer needs–visit http://www.iwrightaway.com/.


Devil Does Dallas

One, two, three

The devil’s after me.

Four, five, six

He started throwing sticks.

Seven, eight, nine

He missed me every time.

Hallelujah, hallelujah.  Amen!

— Children’s song

“It’s time again,” Lucifer said aloud, “to remind them that I’m still here. “

Pay It Forward with Kindness, Oprah’s Angel Network, Feed the Hungry, Save a Tree, Adopt a Child from a Third World Country, Live Greener.  And the Debauchery Report was pitiful.  Murder was down fifteen percent, lying twenty-five.  Adultery numbers plummeted a whopping forty percent.

Lucifer’s cloven feet clopped on the hot, stone floor as he strolled to the cages that held his three pet snakes — Slither, Hiss and Fangs.

“Daddy’s going away for a little while, babies.  You be. . .bad.”

Saddam Hussein caught sight of Lucifer walking out of Hell.

“Where are you going, Boss?”

“Up there to recruit,” Lucifer told him, “Keep the fires burning until I get back.”

Lucifer liked Saddam.  He reminded Lucifer of himself when he was expelled from Heaven.   Whenever Lucifer’s internal fires dimmed, he recalled the incident.  It helped him keep his venom.

God frowned when Lucifer rolled around Heaven on roller skates.

God shook his head when Lucifer tie-dyed his white frock. 

God scowled when Lucifer got the rebel angels together and played what would later be labeled The Devil’s Music – Rock ‘n Roll and jazz.    Not everybody wanted to hear harps’ incessant plink, plink, plink.

“Lucifer,” God had said, pursing his lips, when he got called into the office, “It’s just not working out.”

“What?” he had asked.

“Souls are here for peace and serenity.  You and the other angels you associate with are disruptive.”

“But, God, not all people lived their earthly lives the same, so why should everyone live the afterlife the same?

“Son, please give me your wings,” God retorted, his voice keeping its even cadence.  His voice hadn’t wavered, but Lucifer saw God’s face had That Look.  It was the look He had when someone begged Him to help, but He couldn’t because the person’s prayers weren’t destiny.  Then God’s sad face became His omniscient one. 

“You think I’m trouble,” Lucifer had growled.

“I didn’t say that—“

“You didn’t have to, God.  I’ve known you an eternity!” 

And with that, he had removed his wings from his back, thrown them in God’s face, and stormed out of Heaven.  Lucifer had even scared himself with the sudden display of temper, but he felt happier and freer than he had ever felt in his afterlife.  But Lucifer hadn’t wanted to steal God’s glory.  He only wanted fun.

Lucifer treaded the murk to Earth’s portals, his scaly lips curling in annoyance.  Recruiting would be so much easier if it weren’t for the rules.  He could only stay on Earth each time in terms of 6 – 6 years, 6 months, and 6 days; 6 months, 6 days, and six hours, and so on.  Lucifer could not make anyone do anything.  He could only tempt, that is, dangle the bait and collect those souls that bit.   Once a person realized who he was, he had to leave Earth – even if his term of sixes had not been finished.

His anger had pushed aside his focus.  Where was Lucifer going on Earth?  Did it really matter?  Potential sinners were everywhere.  Here was as good a place as any.  Lucifer rose from the earth, taking gentle care to brush off the grub worms and beetles that clung to him; he had a soft spot for creepy, crawly things in decaying matter.  He scanned the sable of night until he found the pot of bubbling decadence.  A city.   Pin points of candy-colored lights, tall buildings, and the faint roar of car motors.

He was so excited that he did not even take note of the sign:  WELCOME TO DALLAS.

Lucifer stood under a lamp post in the thick of downtown.  Sometimes a small child or a dog spotted him, but there was no chance of that here.

Lucifer zeroed in on a Latina, waiting for the bus.   Esperanza.  She was twenty-eight.  Esperanza was the oldest of six children.  Growing up, her mother had given her slaps and ugly words when her younger siblings got into mischief or she burned the food.  A hole.  She had lost her father at seventeen.   The hole widened.  After her father’s death, Esperanza spent her adult life helping her thankless mother, who never learned to speak English.  When the lack of love and validation yielded self-loathing, she swallowed a whole bottle of pills at twenty-one.  Esperanza spent four months in a mental hospital.   When her mother had died of a stroke two years ago, she had thought, “Madre, may you eat a burnt dinner with el diablo every night.” She was single and worked as a maid cleaning warehouses in downtown Dallas. Esperanza did nothing more exciting than eat Hot Pockets and watch American Idol and Spanish soap operas at home.

Lucifer could hardly wait to see what came next.   But just before he could get more information, Esperanza reached into the neck of her blouse, pulled out a rope of beads.   She fingered the charm on the end of the necklace absentmindedly.  Let it dangle, exposed.  Lucifer recoiled.  A crucifix.  Damn, Esperanza’s name meant hope and she had the faith!

Her bus came.  Esperanza climbed on and it pulled away.  Lucifer looked after her, his beady eyes glazed with disgust.

But the night was yet a baby.

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Thursday Confusion

Normally by this point in the week, I would be thinking, just one more day to get this week over with. But I am retired so my work week is really never over. All I can hope for is the next week will be better. How about you do you look forward to the weekend to create a break in your life? I sometimes think our bodies and mind get so accustom to having the week broken up by the week end activities that it suffers withdraws when we don’t. Does one day after another seemed to blend into one another not giving your mind a rest?

On another note- I have decided to re-publish my first book by December even though I originally took it off the market because it contained too much explicit sex. After the success of Fifty Shapes of Grey, I wondered if there might be a market for the book after all. So don’t be surprised to find this book back on Amazon by Christmas.poster 2x (2)It is definitely not for anyone under the age of eighteen because it contains explicit sex, violence but believe it or not very little profanity. I only use it when the situation calls for it.

Talk back, I’m listening like always and follow this blog for more unusable information. Have a great day and enjoy your weekend coming up!