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Freebie for Thursday: A Zombie New Year’s Eve

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(Free: 1/5 – 1/6)

This short story is about Becky and Joe who are separated in a Zombie Apocalypse and risk life and limb in order to reunite for their New Year’s Eve kiss.

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The men arrived minutes later and stopped in front of the building Becky ran into. They put their guns away (to save ammo) and started to game plan, knifing the few zombies in the head who dared to approach them.

Inside, Becky made her way deep into the store, out of breath, shoes damp, feet tired, and legs hurting. Mannequins, sporadically placed throughout the store, startled her, as she swatted a few of them thinking they were zombies. Their hollow heads flew off into the dark, bouncing and rolling across the cold tile floor.

Outside, Greg pulled his coat tight, and shook off the sleet.

“Maybe she’s not worth it, man,” Ted replied, shuffling about, trying to stay warm. He looked up and down the street. The zombies were a little thinner now, but it wouldn’t be long before they swarmed again.

“This isn’t about worth. This is about Darren. This is about making it right,” Greg replied, as he looked into the store. “Do you hear that girl? We going to make it right all over you! And the longer you make us wait, the worse it is going to be!”

Becky cringed back against a rack when she heard the voice, empty clothes hangers rattled like skeleton fingers causing her to jump. Zombies in the store honed in on the sound, and started moving in her direction.

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A 1 Day Freebie: The Lot

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

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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.

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First Time Freebie: Vampires and Zombies: The Undead Collection

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IT SLEEPS AT DAWN: 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.

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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A 1 Day Freebie: A Vampire at Christmas

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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A 1 Day Freebie: 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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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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There’s also an Amazon Giveaway for A Zombie Christmas.

2 copies available.

https://giveaway.amazon.com/p/f377b1d568bf118d#ln-fo

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A 1 Day Freebie: 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.

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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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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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Goodreads Giveaway – A Zombie Thanksgiving

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(snazzy new cover this year)

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She pushed the thoughts away, and walked over to the small door that employees and truckers used to use to enter the building. It was closed, but it had an electronic lock, which meant without power it wasn’t locked. She found a couple of non-broken pallets and leaned them against this door. Probably not enough to hold back a hungry zombie or a looter, but if they fell over the sound would at least alert her.

She dusted off her hands, and walked over to one of the loading bays, the only one with the door pushed up. She stood there, and looked out on the lot behind the building. There were two pickup trucks sitting silent and alone, smashed together in a head on collision. Supplies littered the ground. There were no bodies to be seen, which was a relief. She had seen enough people in death’s embrace to last her a lifetime, bout time she got a break.

While she stood there, she breathed in the fresh November air and scanned her eyes across the trees filled with dying color. She saw a zombie shuffle around the corner of the building dressed in fatigues, looking battle ready. There were no other shufflers with him.

She aimed, “Go in peace,” and fired.

The silencer on the gun poofed quietly. Another perfect head shot. The zombie fell over dead. His shuffling days were done.

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A Zombie Thanksgiving by Anthony Renfro

A Zombie Thanksgiving

by Anthony Renfro

Giveaway ends November 15, 2016.

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Friday Freebies (9/30/2016): 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?

REVIEWS:

3 out of 5 Stars – Wicked haunted house tale.

3 out of 5 Stars – Horr-ibly wicked party

AMAZON

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It was one of those old houses, the ones you see in all the scary films or the ones that are among the scary stories told to you when you were just a kid, a ramshackle Victorian home a century old, vacant, empty, haunted.

A car pulled up in front of this house and stopped. Its lights spread across the weedy overgrown lawn, and the dead landscaping. This light also highlighted a large front porch. This empty porch was now sagging in all the wrong spots.

Inside the car were five people, aged 18–25. Kevin, Scott, Robert, Suzy and her girlfriend Nancy. They all attended the local college together, and they studied very similar subjects. It made them instant friends.

They were out on this night, and at this house for one reason, Halloween. They wanted a good scare, and a cheap thrill to make this holiday perfect. Little did they know, they were about to get everything they desired, and so much more.

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Friday Freebies (9/23/2016): Need to Feed

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Another year. Another massacre looming. When the sun rises on the Old West town of Saltwater Junction this town will face head on 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. Where do you go when there’s no place left to hide?

REVIEWS:

5 out of 5 Stars – Kudos for a new spin

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The afternoon shifted into dusk; and as the full moon set in over the water, highlighting two brown crosses and two freshly dug graves, the sheriff stopped at the last house in his jurisdiction. He was happy with the work his town had put into getting ready for tomorrow’s onslaught. They had boarded up windows and fortified doors, double checked their locks, and made sure they had plenty of silver bullets and bullets dipped in holy water. All seemed well, all seemed right, until he reached this small two-bedroom house where a young wife and husband lived. The house had been boarded up properly, but the front door was hanging open. It was dark inside the house, no lights burning, and that is what had grabbed the sheriff’s suspicions.

He looked back towards town, and he saw multiple lights burning, flames on wicks cutting through the oncoming night. It was just this house that wasn’t showing signs of life. He knew that meant trouble, but he hoped he wasn’t right about that.

His brown horse whinnied underneath him, and he patted Betsy’s side to comfort her.

He slipped off the saddle, and dropped to the ground, pure silver spurs jingling.

“It’s okay, girl, just stay put while I check it out,” he replied, wishing he had his deputy by his side. Always best to have back up in situations like this.

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A Couple of Wednesday Freebies (8/31/2016): A Zombie Thanksgiving and A Zombie Christmas

I’ve sold a few copies of both of these stories recently, so as we think of frostier days, I thought I might try to give them a quick brief free run. Hoping that maybe either one of these stories will help jump-start the upcoming holidays for you. Enjoy.

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A short story about a woman who risks life and limb in a Zombie Apocalypse in order to keep the Thanksgiving tradition alive.

5 out of 5 stars: Keeping hope alive.

4 out of 5 stars: Wonderful story of giving and hope.

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EXP: A ZOMBIE THANKSGIVING

Dawn stopped at the edge of the parking lot. What she saw in front of her was an apocalyptic nightmare. It was a picture of mass panic frozen in a time of chaos.

The parking lot looked like a war zone–cars burned to metal bodies, cars crashed together, cars turned over, shopping carts everywhere and in all kinds of positions, (food and supplies in these carts long since looted), and bodies, lots and lots of dead bodies. Most of them had been laying out here rotting in the hot sun for far too long, and they were now decayed and gooey, slipping back into the Earth one second at a time.

She closed her eyes, held the gold cross on a chain around her neck, prayed, and then crossed the parking lot.

She stopped when she reached the double doors that led into the grocery store. Sunlight gleamed off what was left of the glass in the frame, shards on the ground twinkled like stars. Two zombies shuffled out of the store, heading in her tasty direction. Dead things. Rotten things. Been walking around for a long time now as a corpse things. A couple of quick pops of her gun and both of them went down hard. Perfect, clean, head shots. Blood splattered ground.

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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.

5 out of 5 stars – An Uplifting Tale of Christmas Generosity, in a Time When Helping Others is a Real Challenge.

5 out of 5 stars – I love zombies and I love Christmas ~ A winner!

5 out of 5 stars – A Cute Little Holiday Horror Story.

5 out of 5 stars – In a zombie world, there is a Christmas miracle.

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Free to Read Today (2/6/2016) – Need to Feed

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Another year. Another massacre looming. When the sun rises on the Old West town of Saltwater Junction this town will face head on 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. Where do you go when there’s no place left to hide?

REVIEWS:

5 out of 5 Stars – Kudos for a new spin

4 out of 5 Stars – Pretty good…

AMAZON

EBook:

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The tall sheriff stood on skinny legs that equaled the rest of his lanky frame. He was dressed in dark blue from his hat to his boots. He believed in the uniformity of color, and he liked the way one solid color looked when it ran together like it did on him.

He kicked his boots against the legs of the desk one time for each boot (habit or for luck, at this point not even the sheriff knew), and his pure silver spurs jingled each time he did it. He put on his gun belt, and let the guns hang low on his sides. He found this position best for a quick draw.

He walked over to the door and stopped. He looked at his pet parrot perched on a ledge beside the door. This bird’s normal color was red, but when it was scared or frightened, like now, it would change color, rapidly. It was currently running through a rainbow of colors, flipping to green, to yellow, to blue, to black, to white, and then back to red. When it reached red, it ran back through the colors again.

“Easy there, Fellow.” The sheriff tried to calm the bird with his voice, but today it wasn’t working. The bird just kept flipping its color. It was scared for its master, and it couldn’t hide it no matter if it wanted to or not. “I’ll be okay. Just like all the times before. These guys are just as dumb as the rest of the ones I’ve laid to rest.”

Fellow kept flipping colors. The words didn’t help, so the sheriff let him be and stepped up to the peep-hole.

The sheriff looked outside, and then back to his bird. “It’s them all right.”

Outside the jail, the Lizard Brothers who were notorious criminals, murderers, bank robbers, and all around bad dudes continued to pace back and forth as they waited on the sheriff to show his face. They were dressed in identical black jeans; long sleeve black shirts, and black boots. They had scaly bald heads and faces along with squinty yellow eyes and lizard like noses.

“You in there, sheriff?” The oldest brother asked, the leader of the group, the one who had called the sheriff yellow when the brothers had first arrived in town.

“Yeah,” the sheriff replied.

“Are you coming out or what? We said High Noon!”

“I’ll honor my bargain. That I promise.”

“Then come out and show me that promise.”

The sheriff looked at the bird still changing color. He turned from the bird to the door. He adjusted his eyes to represent the brightness of the day, black this time, a lot darker than his normal shade of blue.

He opened the door, stepped outside into the California sun, and into a town now filled with ghosts, because everyone who lived here was tucked away safely inside, watching from behind their windows, watching to see if the sheriff would meet his maker this time.

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Cover Reveal and A Friday and Saturday Freebie for A Haunted House Tale

Cool cover – right?

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Thanks to James at GOONWRITE for it. He really does great pre-made covers. He also has short stories for sell that I plan to read very soon. I will review them once I read them.

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?

REVIEWS:

3 out of 5 Stars – Wicked haunted house tale.

AMAZON

Free to read today. 

EBook:

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So, back to business.

Instead of just putting up a story example from A Haunted House Tale, I thought I would highlight a couple of favorite sections.

First: I love how this part reads, like the house has a soul, a life of its own.

Kevin pushed the two double doors open (as his friends remained quiet behind him), and the house presented itself to them with a mingling odor of must, decay, pee, and feces. It was one big unpleasant smell.

Second: Digging this part of the story with a mouth on the wall (I’ve omitted the victim in the story, can’t really give that part away now can I).

The wall behind him turned into a giant mouth with sharp crooked wooden gnashing teeth covered in dried stained blood. Two plaster arms blew out of the wall with hands on the ends of these arms. These wooden hands with rusty nails for fingernails grabbed him as he tried to run away. The rusty nails implanted themselves into his body squirting blood out of him like someone squeezing a tomato too tight. He was stuck, couldn’t move, as he struggled to get free. The plaster arms picked him up and tossed him into the mouth. He was chewed up, and quickly consumed, lost somewhere inside the fabric of the wall.

This story has been rewritten and updated, so if you have read it before you might want to grab a copy today in order to see the new changes. If you haven’t, now is the time to read it. This is the final version of this story. No more changes after this. This story will also be featured in Nightlight Tales, which I hope will be released by the start of September.

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Thanks again for reading and following my work. Remember, it is safer to sleep with the lights on at night. There are things that live in the darkness, things better left unseen.

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Evil Beach Friday (Free to Read: 4/10/2015)

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Seth looked behind him, and it was disheartening to see the full moon light was now gone, none of its beams could penetrate this darkness.

They moved on, deeper into the cave, Junior’s beam of light doing its best to cut

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.

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.

through the black. Seth thought it looked like it was struggling to do its job, but it gave them enough light to see by.

In every corner there stood a ghost or goblin, or some fiend ready to snuff out their young life, vague objects picked up by the struggling light. The coolness of the cave helped to add to this and so did the wind. Its voice inside the cave (stronger than the last time they were here) was one of a ghost like howl.

Somehow they found the entrance that led to the abandoned beach, found it or were guided to it – something to ponder upon.

“Are you sure about this?” Seth didn’t care if he was called a baby or not. He was on shaky knees, and he wasn’t afraid to admit it.

Junior surprised him with this answer. “We can turn back now if you want.”

Seth thought about it for a moment. “We’ve come this far. Why turn back now?”

The boys gave one more pause, and then they stepped through the hole and onto the abandoned beach.

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A Haunted House Tale Wednesday (Free to Read: 4/8/2015)

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US: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00JJMOW2C

UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B00JJMOW2C?*Version*=1&*entries*=0

“What about that picture? I swear it is looking at me,” Suzy replied, light upon a painted portrait of a man in an army suit.

They all looked at it, but the eyes were blank, dark, and motionless.

A short story about five students on Halloween night who discover the secrets and terrors of the town's most infamous haunted house.

A short story about five students on Halloween night who discover the secrets and terrors of the town’s most infamous haunted house.

“Just your imagination,” Nancy replied, trying to comfort her.

“Help me move this,” Scott replied, as he motioned to the table and chairs.

The other two guys jumped in and helped him get it all out of the way.

“I’ll get a fire started. You guys set up the gear,” Kevin replied, as he walked over to the fireplace with the gigantic wooden mantel piece and brick hearth.

“Yes, sir!” Scott and Robert replied, saluting Kevin in a mocking way.

“Jerks,” he replied, as he reached up and grabbed the lever, which would allow the chimney to be open for a fire. A dead bird, down to mostly a skeleton, fell into the fireplace causing him to jump. He heard his friends laugh behind him. He flipped them a bird, as they all started to set up camp for the night.

Twenty minutes later they were done, large fire in the fireplace (burning items found in the lower regions of the house and the woods outside), Metallica blasting on the stereo, beer and pot flowing freely, lawn chairs, open cooler, and munchies – a perfect party. Two tents were set up in the far corner, nearest the shadows. One for the girls, one for the guys, sleeping bags filled the inside of each of them.

While they partied, the front door gently closed. The busted lock turned into a brand new dead bolt. It locked from the outside and not the inside. This meant you would have to have a key to get out. All the windows, most of them busted, re-formed and their once broken locks replaced with new ones. These locks clicked into a locking position, a magical locking position that no human could undo. Did I also mention that the windows were shatter proof?

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Demon Energy Friday: Free to read on 4/3/2015

1 Man - A 1000 Demons Possession. Redemption. Salvation. This short story is about one man tormented by evil, and his journey into the light.

1 Man – A 1000 Demons Possession. Redemption. Salvation. This short story is about one man tormented by evil, and his journey into the light.

The men and women in the cave scattered, as the chains ripped free, broke from their metal hold. The man tried to rise. He felt hands upon him again. The man was strong though, fueled by DEMON ENERGY. He started to win. The brave souls who dared to touch the man, to try and hold him down, their hands burned as they held him in place.

New chains arrived, blessed chains dipped and bathed in holy water. They wrapped the man up, pinned him to the bed. These chains burned his flesh, as the demons inside him screamed out loud –“We are legion! Curse you and your homes!” –and then fell back to quiet.

The man felt his timid soul return from the depths of wherever it went to hide during these violent uprisings. The chains no longer burned, but they were much tighter now. He had no choice but to lay there and endure.

He asked for some water, and it was brought to him. It cooled his parched throat, washed away the bile and blood still lingering there from this recent attack. He tried to relax, tried to figure out what to do about this situation he found himself in.

Free to read here:

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

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A Couple of Vampire Freebies for 1/16 – 1/17

A Vampire at Christmas:

The tomb was silent. A large coffin, large enough to fit a human male of about six-foot five, black in design, kind of rectangle, plain and basic, sat in one corner of this tomb. The floors of the tomb were made of a soft brown dirt. The walls and ceiling were made of grey concrete, streaked with dark spots of dampness. It smelled of must and of things closed up in a tight Earthly space. There was a large door that protected this vampire from the intrusions of the outside world. This door was solid thick granite, something only a vampire could move. Scattered on the walls were small pictures in gold frames. These pictures reflected a life of a vampire through the ages, a lot of ages to be exact. He had been alive for centuries, haunting, roaming the Earth like a ghost; but he never tired of his vampire existence. He loved it . . . 

Daylight Vampires and Sunrise Werewolves:

. . . The owner (a beautiful brown-haired young woman of about twenty-two years of age, in perfect shape and condition) preferred the isolation, and it would prove to be her downfall.

Rebekah sat in front of her mirror with her top off combing her hair. The bath had been hot tonight, so she had decided to take a moment or two to cool off. She was eyeballing herself in the mirror when she noticed something. Two marks appeared on her neck with a little bit of blood trickling down from them. She reached up to touch the marks and realized that she wasn’t alone.

The leader of the vampires was attached to her neck like a leech, and he was sucking with reckless abandon. He was hungry, and her blood was sweet and tangy, like an orange mixed with iron. His lust was insatiable, and his hunger from his long dormancy was almost too much to bear.

He sucked and fed.

The second wave had begun . . .

Find them here:

US: http://www.amazon.com/Anthony-Renfro/e/B0075Q5G4C/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_1

UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Anthony-Renfro/e/B0075Q5G4C/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_1

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Free to Read December 13th and 14th – Terror Ride: Evil Awaits Them Once They Turn The Key!

A short story about the evil that consumes two guys who decide to steal a car and take a joyride late one night.

A short story about the evil that consumes two guys who decide to steal a car and take a joyride late one night.

Exp:

Vin began to move, and just as he did this, the seat belt lifted into the air and slammed home into its holder. The one on Mike’s side did the same. The boys were now trapped in their seats, and they couldn’t move.

Vin tried to fight it.

Mike just sat there, dumbfounded.

“Aren’t you going to do anything, Mike!”

“You know I’m getting a little tired of your mouth. I think it’s time to shut it up.”

Vin felt his skin go cold when he heard this particular set of words coming out of the radio.

The book back at Mike’s uncle’s house got so excited at the prospect of some pain that it passed out from sheer joy. It lay there with its pages wide open.

Vin fell silent, but his words had already angered the entity controlling the car. Two transparent green arms pushed forward out of the radio and drifted towards Vin. He tried to move, but couldn’t. The green hands on the ends of the arms turned into fists. “Lesson time, dear boy.” The green hands began to beat Vinnie senseless.

Mike shrunk back from the beating as he watched Vin’s face being used like a punching bag. Vin passed out, but not after receiving a broken nose, two black eyes, and a few broken teeth. Blood ran from his mouth and nose as he slumped over. A few teeth fell forward into his lap, jagged and busted.

“Now, Mike. Do you promise to stay quiet?” Mike’s head was shaking hard up and down as warm yellow piss filled his jeans and the seat below him. “Good. Now we have a trip to take.”

The arms and hands evaporated back into the radio, as the clutch pushed to the floor by an invisible force. The gears shifted, the gas pedal did its thing, and the car left its spot heading off in the direction of the Florida Everglades . . .

Find it here for free for the next 2 days. Happy reading.

US (1 Review): http://www.amazon.com/dp/B0075O2DBS

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

If you have anything running free please leave me a link to it in the comments section below.

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Free to Read December 11th and 12th – Daylight Vampires and Sunrise Werewolves: A Legend Reborn!

A Western short story about a town called Saltwater Junction besieged by creatures of the night who now do their stalking in the bright light of day.

A Western short story about a town called Saltwater Junction besieged by creatures of the night who now do their stalking in the bright light of day.

Exp:

Dawn arrived with a foul crispness in the air.

In a field somewhere near Saltwater Junction, the vampires stood and waited. These creatures stood about seven feet tall on thick muscular tree trunk legs. These were the kinds of legs that were capable of running speeds most mortals couldn’t. They wore dark pants over these legs and no shoes on their big ugly grey skinned feet. Claws hung off the ends of their toes like talons. Nothing covered their ripped and muscular grey skinned upper body. Their heads were bald and grey, their fangs long and white, and their eyes, their eyes were red and glowing. Two pointy bat-like ears stood on either side of their heads.

The light was just on the horizon as the vamps stood and stared off in the direction of Saltwater Junction (it always started at this town). Every year at this time, these guys would wake up, crawl out of hiding, and take one month to cover the entire area. Ravaging one town a day until their hunger was satisfied. They would then retire back to the Earth and hide, waiting until the next year to start this vicious cycle again.

On leashes, like dogs, were human beings. They were shackled around the neck with big red collars that had metal loops on the end of them. Attached to these loops were hooks attached to leather lines that led up to the vamps right or left hand. The humans were on all fours with wide hypnotized eyes, foaming mouths, and bruised flesh. They were naked from head to toe, and the punishment they had endured was clearly evident. Deep lashes and whip scars ran up and down the fronts and backs of these prisoners. It looked like they had not gone quietly into this new phase of their lives.

These humans (all men, no women) were all captured just before the cycle and turned into werewolves by two special scouts. It was the jobs of these specially trained scouts to, throughout the year, scour the land for humans worthy of transformation. These scouts (big, muscular men, zombified, their souls removed, basically zombie robots) would bring back one human per vamp, and then the scouts would go about transforming them in whatever ways necessary. Sometimes they transformed quickly and other times, well, the ones with the deepest scars showed how much they had fought to maintain human status. In the end, the process was always the same, a man who will transform into a werewolf with the rising sun.

These men now stood poised, ready, hungry, and determined to do their jobs.

The first rays of light touched the earth.

The lead vamp turned around and kneeled down in front of the men. Hypnotized eyes turned to face him. “Leave us the women and children; kill all the men in Saltwater Junction. Return back to us when you have reached the end of town.”

The lead vamp looked up at the other vamps. He stood up, still looking at them. He released his man, and then in sync, the rest of the vamps did the same.

As the men ran, they felt the rays of light touch their bodies, and they began to transform, leaving behind their human form for good.

These beasts were covered from head to toe in long, shaggy grey fur. They had six-inch claws on their paws and a long pointy snout, filled with small razor-sharp teeth. Like the vamps, these guys also had two large fangs at the center of their mouth, better for tearing flesh and devouring it raw. They were, to say the least, a sight to behold.

These creatures ran toward the first home, with a blood lust boiling them alive inside.

It was time to feed.

Find it here for free for the next 2 days. Happy reading.

US (2 Reviews): http://www.amazon.com/dp/B006GWZ24U

UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B006GWZ24U?*Version*=1&*entries*=0

If you have anything running free please leave me a link to it in the comments section below.

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Haiku – The “Back to it Finally” Run

Pleasant shine today

Sun bright in a tranquil sky

Cloudless, blue, and clear

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Nice to feel my feet running again. Not that I went too far or anything like that. I actually walked more than I ran, but I’ve been nursing a heel injury so I didn’t want to push it. Love running this time of year – colorful leaves and cool days. You just can’t beat N.C. in the fall.

Anybody else trying to get back into shape before the holidays hit? Just curious.

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I want to throw this quick sidebar out to you, and yes it is sort of running based because the lead character is a runner. I actually go into some good detail about running in my new novel – AWOL: A Character Lost. You can see the image below, and the story description and links to buy it below there.

AWOL - High Resolution

Imagine that you are a character in a story.

You have a home.

You have a life.

You have it all.

Then suddenly you wake up alone and afraid in a cold, dark place. Somehow you find your courage and your voice. When you ask for help, words light up on a wall in the darkness. You read them and realize you are in the creative center of your author’s mind. Instead of rescuing you, the author asks you for help.

This book is about the journey of that character, as he moves from story to story desperately trying to find his home.

Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/498137

You can actually download it for free here and you can read it as a MOBI, EPUB or PDF file: Screwpulp: https://www.screwpulp.com/?browse&*=info&id=180

Amazon:

Paperback: http://www.amazon.com/dp/150533277X

EBook: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00QJ8DE14

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