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Will they live to see the morning? Free to Read: A Haunted House Tale

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This short story is about five students on Halloween night who discover the secrets and terrors of the town’s most infamous haunted house. Will they live to see the morning?

3 out of 5 Stars – Wicked haunted house tale.

3 out of 5 Stars – Horr-ibly wicked party

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His friends joined him a second later, and the gear was quickly swept up by all five of them. With gear in hand and five flashlights beaming, they walked over to the gate and stopped. This gate was attached to a silver rusty fence, which was broken in many spots as it made its way around the forgotten yard. Kevin pulled the gate open, and it let out a screech that sounded like a scream, as the rusty hinges were forced back into service. He stepped onto the broken sidewalk, which was mostly tall grass and weeds now, and led the way to the busted porch.

The others, of course, followed him.

When they reached the porch, they stopped. The six wooden steps that led onto it were mostly broken, and the rotten rails were detached and laying in the overgrown shrubbery, so they all took their time getting onto this porch with the gear in hand.

Once on the porch, which was creaking and moaning and generally pissed off that someone was standing on it, they could see that the front door with the busted lock had a “No Trespassing!” sign slanted sideways across it.

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Just released and A Cover Reveal: Flesh for the Zombies

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When Mike Beem’s community is savagely attacked, he must exact revenge on those who wronged him. He must put aside all the good he has ever accomplished in order to become someone else. A man without a moral compass. A man without right or wrong. A man who is a cold-blooded killer. Will he get his justice or will he die trying? The answers lie within the pages of this short story.

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. . . Zombie heads exploded in rapid succession as Mike and Double Trouble cleared a path to the shelter. Miraculously, none of them got bit on their journey over to what once used to be the old club house.

The place was an absolute mess inside and out.

The exterior walls, once white and freshly painted, were now covered in scratches and gashes. It looked like someone with an ax or a knife had simply made their way around the place with the intent to only destroy. The interior wasn’t much better. The kitchen had been looted, the beds slashed with knives, the couches and chairs not only slashed and cut open, but they had been urinated on as well. The white walls and floors were also covered in blood that dripped down them in a slow river of crimson, pooling on the carpeted floor and soaking into the short beige fabric. Hand drawn in the blood and scattered throughout the room were pentagrams, upside down crosses, devil faces with horns on their heads, and on one entire wall the words “The Satanists” was scribbled in big bold letters.

“Who would do this?” Mike asked, as he tried to keep what little food he had eaten in his stomach.

“Oh my God,” Double replied before leaning over and throwing up . . .

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Take a bite out of the Holidays!

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A short story about a Vampire who uses his riches and immortal skills to bring joy to those in need during the Christmas Season.

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A naked, artificial, green Christmas tree (replaced every season) stood in one corner of this tomb; and there were no ornaments on this tree, no garland of any kind. The coffin he slept in was decorated with thick silver tinsel, and it draped and wrapped itself around this orifice of death like a shiny snake. Talan dared not play Christmas music because he was afraid of drawing attention to himself. People might discover his hiding place if they heard music playing up from somewhere deep in the Earth, no matter how far into the woods he made his lair. The tree and the decorated coffin were more than enough to keep him in a Christmas mood.

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Jingle some bells and empty some shells this Christmas season!

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This short story is about three men who risk life and limb in a Zombie Apocalypse in order to bring happiness to surviving kids on Christmas Morning.

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Mike Beem lowered his rifle, put his right eye on the scope, and closed his left eye. The zombie he was about to shoot was an ugly sucker. From what Mike could tell, this zombie used to be a man around five foot five or six, maybe seven. Hell, he couldn’t tell the exact height from just a tiny scope. Its suit was disheveled, full of dirt and blood (it looked fresh, a recent feast perhaps), and half of his face was gone. This zombie was currently investigating Mike’s Santa Claus and reindeer display. The zombie was studying it like he knew what it was or remembered what it was.

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A boy lost. A family desperate. It’s Christmas in a Zombie Apocalypse and Mike Beem is once again aiming for another Holiday miracle. His goal this year isn’t toys for the kids in the neighborhood. His goal this time is trying to save one small life so another family doesn’t have to suffer the way he suffered.

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Once inside, Lisa turned around and watched the dead and decaying world disappear behind a solid gate of silver metal. Attached to the gate was a large green Christmas wreath, sparkling with silver and red tinsel. She turned back to the front, and looked at each home (though hard to see clearly in the snow) decorated in muted decorations. Doors and lawns and roofs all displayed some kind of Christmas cheer, and in the center of this peaceful oasis sat the largest Christmas tree she had ever seen. It was kept upright with wooden spikes and strings, and sitting atop of it was a large yellow star spinning like a lighthouse beacon. She looked from the tree to their path, and saw small bags depicting Christmas scenes lining their way. Inside each bag was a small candle, flickering bright in the snow and cold. She flicked her eyes from the candles to the baby carrier and the baby asleep inside of it, kept warm and safe by Mike’s coat draped over her, thankful Mike had given it up so her baby could rest comfortably.

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E-Book Review: The Ghost of Christmas Past

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Amazon Review: “I could not stop reading this story. Unique, different, and compelling. I can’t recommend this one enough.”

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If you need a great story to read this Christmas season then this one should be for you. Find it at the links below.  Merry Christmas!

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E-Book Review: Vampire Miami

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“I was surprised by how quickly I was sucked up into this story. It moved quick and fast and the book had a very interesting premise that worked. I would recommend this to anyone who likes Vampires or just a solid ride that never lets up. There were a few errors here and there, but the story was so strong that they didn’t slow down my reading experience. I now want to read the rest in the series. I have to find out what happens next. Thumbs up. Nice job Phil.”

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New Cover and A Free Read – The Living Sand

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(Thanks James for the Cover: Go On Write)

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A short story about two boys who discover a hidden beach and the evil deadly secrets that lie within its soft white grains of sand.

4 out of 5 Stars – I like mine with a twist!

4 out of 5 Stars – Creepy tale.

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Thought I would update some covers of mine. I bought a few, created a few, so I thought I would share a few. And, good news for you guys, these new cover reveals should be accompanied by a free promotion. So, swing on over and grab your copy of The Living Sand today. Enjoy and happy reading.

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The old man sat on his wooden porch, rocking slowly back and forth in his rocking chair. He watched the waves of the ocean, crashing salty onto the nearby shore as the sun’s light started to die and fade into night. His two grandkids were sitting on the wooden steps of this porch, waiting patiently for his latest tale. He lit his pipe again, and then turned his eyes on them. Ryan and Alex smiled with child-like glee. They loved their granddad’s stories, and to them he was everything.

“This story I am going to tell you boys. I call it The Living Sand. It is a true tale about two boys, both about your age,” he replied, with his old gruff voice, which sounded like sandpaper being rubbed softly across wood.

The boys’ eyes lit up with surprise and fear, as their granddad took a puff on his pipe. The smell of cherries permeated the warm autumn air, as he continued.

“These two adventurous boys had found a hidden cave.” He took another puff on the small brown pipe with the ivory bowl on the end of it, paused, and went back to the story. “The youngest boy, let’s call him Seth and the oldest boy we will call him Junior. They began to dare one another to go in first, each one as scared as the other. Junior, tiring of the chicken game, finally decided to take the flashlight and step into the moss covered entrance to the cave . . .”

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Friday Freebie Double Feature (11/4/2016): The Dead of Winter and The Lot

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A short story about an apocalyptic nightmare in a crisp frozen landscape filled with winter and living corpses.Two men try to find safety in this dead world. Hoping to ride out the night. Hoping to find warmth and shelter. Hoping not to become food for the zombies.

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Eric surveyed the road ahead and behind him. The world was filled with death. The highway was littered with silent, rusting cars sitting on rotting tires, waiting on drivers who were never going to drive them again. Ripped apart, torn open and partially eaten corpses littered the ground in various forms of decay. The corpses ranged from children to elderly adults. The zombies had done a number on them when they went into their “feeding frenzy.” The bodies that weren’t on the ground or pulled from their cars were still seated, and most of them still strapped into their seat belts, like they were still driving to whatever destination they had been going to before the world fell into death’s harsh embrace.

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This short story is about a Christmas Tree lot that has evil intentions.

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Ernie grunted in the soft falling snow, as he thought of Gavin, eating and drinking who knows what, living like a hermit in a toilet free home.

Gun fire pulled Ernie out of his thoughts. He looked up in time to see a hole blast through the caramel colored front door. The cop who had been standing in front of this door, ready to kick it in, got the shot-gun blast directly in the chest along with hundreds of splinters. His riddled, bloody body flew backwards through the air and landed somewhere in the nest of trees.

The other cops retreated back as Gavin stepped up to the jagged hole in the door that looked like the shape of a misshapen mouth. “I told you I can’t leave the trees! You don’t know what they’re capable of if they’re not fed!”

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New Cover and Free to Read – Demon Energy

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A short story about 1 man possessed and tormented by a 1000 demons who must fight for a soul he is starting to lose. Will he ever find salvation or is his body now an eternal host of hell?

3 out of 5 Stars – Scary good!

3 out of 5 Stars – This story is worth reading for the ending alone!

4 out of 5 Stars – Demon Energy is a quick and satisfying read.

 

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A man lay on a bed.

His dreams were vivid and strong–evil things done by evil beings haunted those dreams.

His soul felt lost, departed.

He wasn’t himself.

How long had he been this way?

How long had he suffered in this torment of a hellish nightmare?

He wasn’t sure.

A distant knock on the door.

No, it wasn’t a knock. It was pounding. It was the sound of breaking. The door shattered inward. He managed to turn his sweaty head, brown hair matted to his skin, face covered in a thick sweat, body covered in cuts and bruises–all self-inflicted by his fingernails and his own fists.

He felt his soul losing again. The demons were crawling around inside of him, pushing his soul back to the shadows. He had no choice but to watch. He was a passenger inside his own body.

The demons raised him into the air, levitated him for all to see. Then his small skinny frame started to spin like a pig in a roast. Spinning violently around and around and around and around, and then he stopped. He was now sideways, and looking at the crowd who had come to take him away. He hung there like a limp rag doll. His blue eyes were not his eyes. Those two orbs now belonged to the thousand demons who tormented him.

“We are legion!”–their voices screamed through this man’s bloody and bruised mouth. He flipped end over end and dropped back onto the bed, bouncing a couple of times on his back before coming to rest. He then shook violently up and down, spasms erupting across his body like an earthquake.

He managed to scream–“Help me!”-while shaking.

The crowd who had come to take him away (some had torches, some had swords, some had guns) removed the people who had been praying beside the man’s bed. He felt hands on him–rough hands. They grabbed him as he fought and struggled, but he wasn’t doing the fighting. Someone else was using his hands and fists to fend them off. It was no use. The crowd was just too strong.

The man felt shackles placed on his ankles and on his wrists.

The struggling started to cease.

The demons inside of him were going away. They were allowing him to be lifted up off the bed. They were allowing him to be led out of the room and into the street.

The moon was high in the cool autumn night.

A truck sat idling.

The man was forced into the back of the truck, as men gathered around him, chained him to hooks placed in the metal frame of the bed.

Doors opened.

Slammed closed.

Out of the village, the truck started to move. Past small homes and tiny shops this man had loved all his life. He was heading towards the mountains. He could see the now snow-covered peaks, white in the distance, bathed in the light of the full moon, as the truck drew closer to them.

The truck moved onto a small, two-lane highway.

The road was smooth.

The ride was easy.

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Cover Reveal and Pre-Order: Vampires and Zombies

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Release Date: December 1, 2016

Story 1 of 6: It Sleeps at Dawn

This short story is about a Vampire who stalks the Appalachian Mountains. A traditional Vampire who uses fangs instead of guns. He hunts. He kills. He sleeps at Dawn.

Story 2 of 6: A Vampire at Christmas

This short story is about a Vampire who uses his riches and immortal skills to bring joy to those in need during the Christmas Season.

Story 3 of 6: Need to Feed

Another year. Another massacre looming. When the sun rises on the Old West town of Saltwater Junction, it’s residents will come face to face with two fierce predators. Vampires who stalk you in the sunlight and werewolves that transform with the sunrise. This short story rewrites the legends and all you’ve ever known about these creatures of the night.

Story 4 of 6: The Dead of Winter

This short story is about two men trying to survive an apocalyptic nightmare in a harsh frozen landscape. Hoping to find warmth and shelter. Hoping to ride out the night. Hoping the zombies don’t find them first.

Story 5 of 6: A Zombie Christmas

This short story is about three men who risk life and limb in a Zombie Apocalypse in order to bring happiness to surviving kids on Christmas Morning.

Story 6 of 6: A Zombie Christmas 2

A boy lost. A family desperate. It’s Christmas in a Zombie Apocalypse and Mike Beem is once again aiming for another Holiday miracle. His goal this year isn’t toys for the kids in the neighborhood. His goal this time is trying to save one small life so another family doesn’t have to suffer the way he suffered.

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 EXP: It Sleeps at Dawn

The woman ran.

Where was she?

How did she get here?

She had no clue.

Confusion raced through her brain as her long blonde hair blew out behind her, her feet making their way down the thick red carpeted hall past large stained glass windows filled with colored moonlight. The stained glass windows stood 10 feet tall and 20 feet wide with an arch at the top and an upside down cross attached to each center. One window showed a Vampire as it crept out of a crypt on a moonlit night, another showed a Vampire tearing open the neck of a victim lying on a bed (complete with blood spray), and the last one showed a Vampire sitting on a throne while other Vampires worshiped at its feet. The throned Vampire was flinging blood on them from a naked female corpse it had lying across its lap . . .

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Cover Reveal and Pre Order: A Zombie Christmas 2

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A boy lost. A family desperate. It’s Christmas in a Zombie Apocalypse and Mike Beem is once again aiming for another Holiday miracle. His goal this year isn’t toys for the kids in the neighborhood. His goal this time is trying to save one small life so another family doesn’t have to suffer the way he suffered.

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December the 23rd

Mike Beem lowered his rifle, put his right eye on the scope, and closed his left. The zombie he was about to shoot was an ugly sucker. He stood about five feet tall, and was currently surrounded by 10 other zombies – all of them dead, rotten, and ugly. They were currently trying to kill a frantic man standing on top of a closed dumpster. He was waving a dying flare at them, firing an empty pistol over and over again in hopes that magic bullets would appear in the chamber the longer he kept firing.

Bam!

The five foot tall zombie lost his head. Blood and maggot filled brains splattered a nearby wall and part of the dumpster. Mike aimed again, and another zombie lost its head, then another and another and another until all of them lay splattered on the ground in front of the dumpster.

The man on top of the trash bin looked up at the top of the building as the flare died out, and waved to his savior, who was currently in the shadows. Mike waved back as another zombie shambled down the alley towards the man. Mike slung the gun over his shoulder and shimmied down the escape ladder, landing on the ground inches behind the zombie – a woman with dirty entrails dragging out behind her. She turned to bite, and Mike shoved a knife into her skull. He pulled the blade out, wiping it off as he let her drop to the ground, and made his way over to the man on the dumpster.

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Pre-Order: The Lot

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Release Date: October 21, 2016

This short story is about a Christmas Tree lot that has evil intentions.

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Ernie looked from the fence to the house Gavin was trapped in. The house, like the trees and everything else around it, appeared one day as if they had dropped out of the sky. Gavin for some reason had decided to make this place a home (modeled like a gingerbread house) even though it wasn’t meant to be lived in. The house was nothing more than an empty shell, a shed with a roof and four walls, a door, and a tiny window.

Ernie grunted in the soft falling snow, as he thought of Gavin, eating and drinking who knows what, living like a hermit in a toilet free home.

Gun fire pulled Ernie out of his thoughts. He looked up in time to see a hole blast through the caramel colored front door. The cop who had been standing in front of this door, ready to kick it in, got the shot gun blast directly in the chest along with hundreds of splinters. His riddled, bloody body flew backwards through the air and landed somewhere in the nest of trees.

The other cops retreated back as Gavin stepped up to the jagged hole in the door that looked like the shape of a misshapen mouth. “I told you I can’t leave the trees! You don’t know what they’re capable of if they’re not fed!”

The cops took aim on him. How they hadn’t lit him up was beyond comprehension. Itchy trigger fingers were more than ready to go now that one of their own lay silent and dead in the snow, blood pouring out of his body like a river . . .

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Pre-Order: It Sleeps at Dawn

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This short story is about a Vampire who stalks the Appalachian Mountains. A traditional Vampire who uses fangs instead of guns. He hunts, He kills. He sleeps at Dawn.

Release Date: October 7, 2016

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She turned to run back down the hall, but he moved so quick that she was in his arms, and in his death embrace before she could blink. He caressed her neck, pushed back her hair, and then delivered the fatal bite. He drove those two perfectly shaped white fangs into her neck, and drained her until she shriveled up. He pulled back with a satisfied glee and then wiped his mouth clean, licking the last bit of her blood off of his lips. Full and satisfied, he stripped her naked, and then carried her body down the hall to the stairs.

He descended the carpeted stairs, framed with wrought iron railing on either side, to the cold stones of the first floor. He walked over to the front door, and, with just a thought, turned the gold knob and popped the lock. The door opened up before him, and he stepped outside.

He walked across the gigantic porch complete with marbled columns of Roman design, and descended the black marble steps that led down to the bare ground, the bright moon above casting a spotlight on the creature carrying the lifeless dangling corpse.

He paused a moment, and looked out across the Appalachian Mountains, sucked in the cool mountain air. He loved it up here, far away from the world, far away from the Alps where he had been made into this thing that sleeps at dawn in the 10th century . . .

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Cover Reveal and A Pre-Order: It Sleeps at Dawn

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This short story is about a Vampire who stalks the Appalachian Mountains. A traditional Vampire who uses fangs instead of guns. He hunts, He kills. He sleeps at Dawn.

Release Date: October 7, 2016

US: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01LXYPP02

UK:  https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B01LXYPP02

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She gripped her nerves tight, pushed back the fear, and stepped up to the door that she hoped led out of the long hallway and into freedom. The door was made of solid oak, black from top to bottom and side to side, with a gold door knob in the shape of a demon with two emerald green eyes. Bright red pentagrams were embedded into its wood. These pentagrams were so red they seemed to be filled with blood, ready to bleed at any moment, almost pulsing from their plumpness. She reached down for the handle, deep breaths filled with dread ran through her lungs, as her heart drummed a loud terror beat inside her chest. She turned the handle and opened the door, which was so heavy that it took two hands and a healthy dose of sweat to move.

Her heart sank once the door was wide open because there he stood, the man who had brought her here the night before. Her cloudy memory had finally opened up, spilling forth the information. It was the bar where they had met, the bar where he had laid on his charms, the bar where he had asked her to go home with him, the bar was the last memory she had before waking up in this mysterious place. And she was sure of another thing, he wasn’t the same man who had picked her up. That dashing handsome young man with the long black hair and dusty blue eyes, who stood at least six foot five, and was easily a foot taller than her was now nowhere to be seen. Instead of the young man dressed in modern clothes, here stood an ancient older man in dated black three piece suit with a cape tied around his neck. The cape fell to somewhere near the middle of his back. It was black to match the suit, but the interior of it was as red as the pentagrams on the door. His cologne wafted through the air as he stood there, an ancient smell of High Karate.

He smiled at her, an evil dark eat you alive from head to toe smile, which revealed large white fangs that hadn’t been there when he picked her up . . .

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Cover Reveal and Pre-Order: The Lot

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This short story is about a Christmas Tree lot that has evil intentions.

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UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B01JMX67U2

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CA: https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B01JMX67U2

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The Christmas tree lot stood cold and silent beside the two lane road now covered in 6 inches of snow. Gavin Douglas was hunkered down inside the small building attached to The Lot. He stood 6 foot 5, tall and lanky, a once healthy thirty-year-old man who now looked like he had spent the last two months inside a sweat box. He was emaciated and weak looking, ribs showing through his skin. His face hung droopy and long, teeth rotting away, some had fallen out. His once thick hair now hung thin, patchy, and lifeless across his skull. His clothes were dirty and disheveled, unclean like the rest of his body. He hadn’t been able to eat, sleep, shower, or do anything normal since the pine trees had arrived in October, because he felt like it was his job and duty to protect his town, a town he loved more than his own life.

“Come out Gavin! Nobody has to get hurt if you just come out!” Ernie yelled through the only window that found a home in the small building.

There was silence from inside as Gavin held the shotgun tight in his hands and let the sweat drip from his head. His eyes were darting back and forth like a cocaine addict who had been up for way too long. He was frantic at the thought of what the trees would do if he wasn’t there to feed them. He had protected this town the last two months, and he wasn’t about to stop now, not even if it meant dying on one of his favorite holidays.

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This short story will drop just after Halloween. You can have it delivered straight to your Kindle on that day if you Pre-Order it for 99 cents.

Thanks again for reading and liking my work. You are now free to move around the blog. Have a great Labor Day weekend.

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Friday Freebies (8/19/2016): Joyride

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Well, here comes another new cover. I guess you guys are saying – “Stop the madness!” You’ll be happy to know that I think this is the last of them, and it is probably one of the best that I have made myself. I thought I had this cover nailed down already, but when I looked at it I realized there was nothing about cars on it at all just a big red devil face. This one may not have a car on it, but the stop light kind of gives you that vibe. I think so at least. I also used the chrome color in three different spots. Kind of helps to blend it all together. Anyway, enough of that for now. Below are the links to grab your free copy today. If you like this one I have made some covers and put them up for sale. You can check them out here: COVERS FOR SALE.

Thanks again for reading and enjoying my work.

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A Joyride in a Chevy Chevelle. The car was just sitting there for the taking. What could possibly go wrong? Vinnie and Mike are about to find out what can and will go wrong once they turn the key. Evil awaits. Ride shotgun if you dare with this short story.

Reviews: 

4 out of 5 Stars – Joy for the Reader

US: http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0075O2DBS?*Version*=1&*entries*=0

UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B0075O2DBS?*Version*=1&*entries*=0

AU: http://www.amazon.com.au/gp/product/B0075O2DBS?*Version*=1&*entries*=0

CA: http://www.amazon.ca/gp/product/B0075O2DBS?*Version*=1&*entries*=0

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EXP: JOYRIDE

Mike held the clutch in and started to rev the engine. The small family of four in the car beside them all turned in a shocked surprise at the noise the Chevelle was making. Mike flipped them off and let go of the clutch. The rear tires spun for a moment; and then the car blasted through the red light, narrowly missing a semi-truck.

Mike looked over at Vin, as the speedometer climbed. “Listen to her sing man. That’s real fucking music!”

“Maybe she can sing, but I want to see her fucking play!”

“Hold onto your ass,” Mike replied, pushing the car through the gears, sending the metal machine flying down the road at a blinding breakneck speed.

The Chevelle rushed up onto the interstate, and the speed of the car kept climbing.

Mike moved, bobbed and weaved the car through traffic, tires screeching with each move, as fast heavy metal music blasted. They were flying by the seat of their youth and loving every minute of it.

Then it happened.

It happened quickly.

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Friday Freebies (6/24/2016): The Dead of Winter

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A short story about an apocalyptic nightmare in a crisp frozen landscape filled with winter and living corpses. Two men try to find safety in this dead world. Hoping to ride out the night. Hoping to find warmth and shelter. Hoping not to become food for the zombies.

US: http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B01CR9BLB8?*Version*=1&*entries*=0

UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B01CR9BLB8?*Version*=1&*entries*=0

AU: http://www.amazon.com.au/gp/product/B01CR9BLB8?*Version*=1&*entries*=0

CA: https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B01CR9BLB8

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Dusk was settling in the world around them, the snow falling as heavy as it’d fallen all day, and little did they know, zombies were starting to move in.

“Eric, can you stop? My feet feel weird,” Bobby replied, as he leaned against a car. The four occupants inside of the car were partially eaten and frozen.

Eric stopped and put the carrier down. The cat let out a soft meow as it sat there and watched the scene unfold. In the dim light, Eric knelt down and looked at Bobby’s feet. He’d given Bobby some extra clothes for the walk – a warm hat for his head and ears, gloves, and another sweat shirt. They’d gotten his body warm, but forgot about his feet. The tennis shoes Bobby was wearing were soaked through, and it was obvious that the feet needed some immediate warmth. It would be hard to contend with frost bite in a world like this.

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Also – A Zombie Christmas is running free today as well. Grab a free copy if you haven’t read it when you head over to get The Dead of Winter.

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Friday Freebies (6/17/2016): Demon Energy

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A short story about 1 man possessed and tormented by a 1000 demons who must fight for a soul he is starting to lose. Will he ever find salvation or is his body now an eternal host of hell?

REVIEWS:

3 out of 5 Stars – Scary good!

3 out of 5 Stars – This story is worth reading for the ending alone!

4 out of 5 Stars – Demon Energy is a quick and satisfying read.

US: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00TRAHLV0

UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B00TRAHLV0?*Version*=1&*entries*=0

AU: http://www.amazon.com.au/gp/product/B00TRAHLV0?*Version*=1&*entries*=0

CA: http://www.amazon.ca/gp/product/B00TRAHLV0?*Version*=1&*entries*=0

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“We are legion!”–their voices screamed through this man’s bloody and bruised mouth. He flipped end over end and dropped back onto the bed, bouncing a couple of times on his back before coming to rest. He then shook violently up and down, spasms erupting across his body like an earthquake.

He managed to scream–“Help me!”-while shaking.

The crowd who had come to take him away (some had torches, some had swords, some had guns) removed the people who had been praying beside the man’s bed. He felt hands on him–rough hands. They grabbed him as he fought and struggled, but he wasn’t doing the fighting. Someone else was using his hands and fists to fend them off. It was no use. The crowd was just too strong.

The man felt shackles placed on his ankles and on his wrists.

The struggling started to cease.

The demons inside of him were going away. They were allowing him to be lifted up off the bed. They were allowing him to be led out of the room and into the street.

The moon was high in the cool autumn night.

A truck sat idling.

The man was forced into the back of the truck, as men gathered around him, chained him to hooks placed in the metal frame of the bed.

Doors opened.

Slammed closed.

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Friday Freebies (6/10/2016): The Living Sand

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A short story about two boys who discover a hidden beach and the evil deadly secrets that lie within its soft white grains of sand.

REVIEWS:

4 out of 5 Stars – I like mine with a twist!

4 out of 5 Stars – Creepy tale.

US: http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00766SS3M?*Version*=1&*entries*=0

UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B00766SS3M?*Version*=1&*entries*=0

AU: http://www.amazon.com.au/gp/product/B00766SS3M?*Version*=1&*entries*=0

CA: http://www.amazon.ca/gp/product/B00766SS3M?*Version*=1&*entries*=0

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The old man sat on his wooden porch, rocking slowly back and forth in his rocking chair. He watched the waves of the ocean, crashing salty onto the nearby shore as the sun’s light started to die and fade into night. His two grandkids were sitting on the wooden steps of this porch, waiting patiently for his latest tale. He lit his pipe again, and then turned his eyes on them. Ryan and Alex smiled with child-like glee. They loved their granddad’s stories, and to them he was everything.

“This story I am going to tell you boys. I call it The Living Sand. It is a true tale about two boys, both about your age,” he replied, with his old gruff voice, which sounded like sandpaper being rubbed softly across wood.

The boys’ eyes lit up with surprise and fear, as their granddad took a puff on his pipe. The smell of cherries permeated the warm autumn air, as he continued.

“These two adventurous boys had found a hidden cave.” He took another puff on the small brown pipe with the ivory bowl on the end of it, paused, and went back to the story. “The youngest boy, let’s call him Seth and the oldest boy we will call him Junior. They began to dare one another to go in first, each one as scared as the other. Junior, tiring of the chicken game, finally decided to take the flashlight and step into the moss covered entrance to the cave . . .”

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Did you know that this short story is also in paperback? It isn’t free today, but it is out there in case you are looking for something with paper and ink.

THE LS PB

Paperback

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Friday Freebies (6/3/2016): Killer Treads

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A short story about a man who sees a flashy ad online advertising a twenty dollar treadmill. He buys the machine, too cheap to be scared, and realizes much to his dismay that this machine has a taste for blood. Big Bob better run like his life depends on it, because in many ways it does.

Reviews:

3 out of 5 stars: Kind of fun, kind of gory, and I liked it.

US: http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00D4BG0VK?*Version*=1&*entries*=0

UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B00D4BG0VK?*Version*=1&*entries*=0

AU: http://www.amazon.com.au/gp/product/B00D4BG0VK?*Version*=1&*entries*=0

CA: http://www.amazon.ca/gp/product/B00D4BG0VK?*Version*=1&*entries*=0

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The web page flickered across Big Bob’s face as he stared at the flashing colored ad that showed a brand new treadmill in all of its brand new glory. The machine was the color of silver, and it had all of the latest technological advances. It monitored your heartbeat, your mileage run, and it even had a video screen on it that would allow you to run anywhere in the world from mountain ranges to sandy beaches. The machine was adjustable so it would raise and lower itself to simulate hill climbs or flat open stretches of road. Bob just couldn’t believe it. This great top-of-the-line treadmill was only twenty dollars with free shipping and handling.

He reached down and pinched the gigantic roll of fat around his waist. “You, my friend, have to go,” he replied, as he ran his hand through his middle-aged hair. That hair along with the rest of him use to be in tip-top shape, now it was just a sad pathetic mess. He couldn’t do anything about the hair, which was receding faster than some of the world’s beaches; but he could do something about his body, so he picked up the phone and dialed the flashing phone number on the ad.

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