Posts Tagged With: Halloween

Haiku – Candy Rush

Dressed up in costumes

Children going door to door

Saying trick or treat

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Happy Halloween!

29thfloor halloween loop pumpkin everyday

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Friday Freebies (10/28/2016): 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.

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Set into the center of the wall was one large, tall gate. It looked like it was made of wood that was so thick and strong Mother Nature would be powerless against it. Brian and Danny stopped when they reached the gate.

“Would you look at this thing?” Brian asked, running his hand over the polished wood, which was smooth and shiny, splinter free. “It looks brand new, like it’s just been replaced.”

Danny shuffled nervously behind him, as the sun sank a bit lower in the sky. He noticed that the shadows around them were now taking up most of the light, and there was something else grabbing his attention. The trees nearby seemed to have movement inside of them, and what sent shivers up his spine was that he thought he saw red eyes glowing inside the darkness. These eyes went from two to four while he stood there, trying not to pee his pants.

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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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Wednesday Freebies (10/26/2016): 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.

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

4 out of 5 Stars – Creepy tale.

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Seth waited a moment outside of the cave, as he checked his scared nerves, and looked into the darkness in front of him. He could hear the drips and drops, the wet squishy sounds that only the interior of a cave can make while he stood there. He could also hear Junior’s tennis shoes smacking the hard surfaced floor, echoing throughout the cave as he explored. Suddenly and without warning, the flashlight Junior had been holding went out; and Junior evaporated into the black.

“Junior!” Seth screamed. Nothing, just his own ghostly echo screaming back at him. He bit his lip, and trying not to think about Vampire Crypts or Werewolf Lairs or the Hammer Horror movies he and Junior liked to watch every Saturday, he stepped into the cool dark cave.

Junior launched out of the darkness in front of him the second Seth made his way inside. The flashlight was back on, the light pointed upwards making Junior’s face look like a creepy goblin at Halloween.

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Wednesday’s Quotes (10/26/2016): Famous Words from Famous Writers – Thomas Harris

“He lives down in a ribcage in the dry leaves of a heart.”

Thomas Harris

Source: Goodreads

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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

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Haiku – Round and Orange

Carving a pumpkin

Kids watching in silent awe

As a face is formed

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Friday Freebies (10/21/2016): Bumps in the Night

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EXCERPT: Gluten Free

Anyway, once again, you see pizza is the most lethal thing I can eat.  I was told that by my doctor. Cunt! She said pizza would kill me instantly, and I have avoided it till tonight.  Till this very night. But now, I’ve decided it is the best way to go out even if it is a fucking rip off. 20 damn bucks for extra cheese, thick crust, and meat – total bullshit! So my suicide will be self-inflicted, but it won’t be the way most people opt out, cash in the check so to speak – gun in mouth, brains splattered across the wall, hanging from a self-made noose, leaping off a tall building, you know the drill. My suicide will be a little more painful.  Wait, what’s that?  I hear a car pulling up outside, footsteps on the gravel parking lot, footsteps on the concrete stoop in front of my door, a knock, my death rattle.  Okay, folks, let me answer that door.

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Need to Feed

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?

Fear of the Scarecrow

This short story is about a desperate man hungry for revenge. Sometimes revenge comes with a price.

The Man from the Road

A man suddenly appears on a road. He’s lost, confused, no clue as to how he got there. He starts to walk and stops suddenly. There’s a bonfire in a field nearby. He sees people dancing around this fire. They are performing some kind of ritual. He turns to flee, but he’s captured. No chance of escape. He hopes he is only dreaming, because all of this seems a bit too real.

Gluten Free

Suicide by Gluten? In this short story one man opts out in a most unusual way.

The Dead of Winter

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.

The Lot

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

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Wednesday Freebies (10/19/2016): Sandy and The Stranger

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A short story about a road racing champion who meets his match in the form of a stranger who may or may not be the ghost of James Dean himself.

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Leaning against a 1949 black Mercury was a man who looked just like James Dean. He wore his hair kind of long and wavy. He had on jeans rolled up at the ankles, a black leather coat with a white tee shirt underneath it, and a pair of black Chuck Taylor sneakers on his feet. He was smoking a cigarette, and staring off into the warm North Carolina night. His eyes were unblinking, frozen, and focused.

“Do you know who you’re talking to?” The brunette woman asked. She wanted so badly to stand up for her man who, at the moment, was currently trying to form words.

“I have an idea,” the stranger replied, as he inhaled on his cigarette, blew out the smoke, and then placed it back on his lips, dangling it ever so.

“You should show some respect then,” the brunette woman replied.

“Are you going to let that little girl speak for you, or are you going to do it yourself? Real men wouldn’t hide behind a skirt,” the stranger replied, eyes still focused forward. He stood there just as calm as could be with the full moon-light casting a ghostly glow across his entire body.

“Do you really think you can beat me?” Sandy beefed up his chest, finally spitting out some words, even though he was scared to death. All the way down to his bones he was shaking, but he was trying not to show it. This stranger really had him spooked, and for the first time in a long time, he thought he might have found a competitor that could end his undefeated streak.

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Wednesday’s Quotes (10/19/2016): Famous Words from Famous Writers – Stephen King

“Invitation to Dance – It’s a Dance. And sometimes they turn the lights off in this ballroom. But we’ll dance anyway, you and I. Even in the Dark. Especially in the Dark. May I have the pleasure?” 

Stephen King

Source: Goodreads

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Haiku – Night Visitor

Standing in my room

Shape of a ghostly figure

Dressed in ancient clothes

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Friday Freebies (10/14/2016): Nightlight Tales

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EXCERPT: The Man from the Road

The man stepped back. He had seen enough, fear had finally given him common sense. He knew he needed to run. He knew he needed to flee. Where to, though, and how quick? When he didn’t even know where he was or where he could go to be safe.

While he stood there a moment debating, his eyes and face shifted upwards. He noticed that the leaves of the trees above him and around him were singing a mystical chant, and moving in tune with the dancers. He also noticed that the trees themselves had started to sway and move just like the leaves connected to them.

He looked down, and he saw that the plants were dancing and humming as well. He flipped his eyes up to the road, and saw the rocks on the gravel road were now bouncing off of each other like they were in a mating dance, popping like popcorn.

He felt something brush his legs, stepped back from it, as the blades of tall grass he was standing in started to move and gyrate; and then he realized that even the dirt on the ground was now responding to this ritualistic chant.

Then the dance came to a sudden stop, and the world at large fell into a quiet eerie silence.

The man peered back through the bushes, his eyes alive with curiosity, thorns digging in, blood running free, the ground lapping it up.

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1. The Man from the Road: A man suddenly appears on a road. He’s lost, confused, no clue as to how he got there. He starts to walk and stops suddenly. There’s a bonfire in a field nearby. He sees people dancing around this fire. They are performing some kind of ritual. He turns to flee, but he’s captured. No chance of escape. He hopes he is only dreaming, because all of this seems a bit too real.

2. The Living Sand: Two boys discover a hidden beach and the evil deadly secrets that lie within its soft white grains of sand.

3. SHe: A monster stalks the city of Tampa Bay. This monster is only attacking women taking only the one thing it needs. Tim Roberts, a detective, is hot on this monster’s trail. Will he catch this monster in time or will this monster feed until it has its fill? Be careful Tim, this monster has a secret yet to be revealed.

4. A Zombie Christmas: Three men risk life and limb in a Zombie Apocalypse in order to bring happiness to surviving kids on Christmas Morning.

5. Need to Feed: 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?

6. A Haunted House Tale: Five college students on Halloween night set out to discover the secrets of the town’s most infamous haunted house. Will these students live to see the morning or will this house claim five more victims?

7. A Zombie Thanksgiving: A woman risks life and limb in a Zombie Apocalypse in order to keep the Thanksgiving tradition alive.

8. Sandy and The Stranger: A road racing champion meets his match in the form of a stranger who may or may not be the ghost of James Dean himself.

9. Demon Energy: 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?

10. Killer Treads: 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.

11. A Zombie New Year’s Eve: Becky and Joe are separated in a Zombie Apocalypse and risk life and limb in order to reunite for their New Year’s Eve kiss.

12. Joyride: 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.

13. A Vampire at Christmas: A Vampire uses his riches and immortal skills to bring joy to those in need during the Christmas Season.

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Wednesday Freebies (10/12/2016): Joyride

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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.

4 out of 5 Stars – Joy for the Reader

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The radio fell silent, as the car sat there and idled or did it growl–the boys could have sworn they just heard that noise coming from underneath the hood.

Mike and Vinnie looked at one another.

“Mike. What the hell’s going on?”

“I don’t know, Vin.”

“You must have been running her too hard?”

“Please. My uncle runs her harder than this.”

“Hello, Gentleman.” The radio replied, as the door locks clicked into place, trapping them.

“What the hell’s going on, Mike!”

The boys yanked on the door handles, but they weren’t budging no matter how much they tugged on them.

“I don’t know, Vin!”

“Fellows, please relax. You have nothing to fear. I’m here to take you on a trip.” The voice from the radio sounded like it was echoing out of some deep dank crypt where scary wet things slithered around in the darkness.

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Wednesday’s Quotes (10/12/2016): Famous Words from Famous Writers – Robert Bloch

“Despite my ghoulish reputation, I really have the heart of a small boy. I keep it in a jar on my desk.” 

Robert Bloch

Source: Goodreads

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Haiku – October 31st

On Halloween night

Kids running around in masks

Hoping for candy

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Thanks Haiku Horizons for the prompt: Mask

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Friday Freebies (10/7/2016): A Long Journey off a Short Pier

A Long Journey

EXCERPT: SHe

Flara, who knew that tone, who knew what that tone meant when most guys sounded like that, got dressed, grabbed the cash; and, without saying a word to Tim, stepped out into the humid night. She stood there a moment, cash in hand, fighting back tears, looking into the darkness of a nearby alley. There was a soft yellow glow coming from that direction. She went down to investigate it, and that’s when the man slinked out of the darkness, and grasped her in his warm tight grasp. She was powerless to move, as he sank his rainbow colored fangs into her neck, and drained her of her estrogen. When he was finished, he snapped her neck and then walked out of the alley with her body. He walked up to Tim’s door and knocked.

“I told you to go away!” Tim screamed from the bathroom.

He heard the knock again.

“Dammit. Some people just won’t listen,” he replied, as he rushed out of the bathroom to the front door. He opened it, ready to scream at Flara for not leaving him alone, but stepped back in shocked surprise instead. Flara was leaning against the wall beside his door, dead lifeless eyes looking up at him.

A second later, Tim saw movement, a golden glow; and then his world turned black.

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Story 1 of 6: SHe
Synopsis: A short story about a monster who stalks the city of Tampa Bay. This monster is only attacking women taking only the one thing it needs. Tim Roberts, a detective, is hot on this monster’s trail. Will he catch this monster in time or will this monster feed until it has its fill? Be careful Tim, this monster has a secret yet to be revealed.

Story 2 of 6: A Haunted House Tale
Synopsis: This short story is about five college students on Halloween night who set out to discover the secrets of the town’s most infamous haunted house. Will these students live to see the morning or will this house claim five more victims?

Story 3 of 6: Sandy and The Stranger
Synopsis: A road racing champion meets his match in the form of a stranger who may or may not be the ghost of James Dean himself.

Story 4 of 6: Demon Energy
Synopsis: 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?

Story 5 of 6: Killer Treads
Synopsis: 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.

Story 6 of 6: Joyride
Synopsis: 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.

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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

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

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

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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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Wednesday Freebies (10/5/2016): Fear of the Scarecrow

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This short story is about a desperate man hungry for revenge. Sometimes revenge comes with a price.

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The scarecrow looked down at him, and Tommy up at it. Their eyes locked, and a second later two bolts of green lighting shot out of the scarecrow’s eyes and entered Tommy’s. He felt his head start to swell like meat inside a microwave, and then heat and sweat raced across his body just before his eyes burst in a gooey slimy blood filled explosion. He started to scream as his soul was ripped free.

The scarecrow consumed Tommy’s soul. Greedily eating it as it took in every bit of information Tommy had inside his head. The scarecrow then released Tommy and let his body crumble lifelessly to the ground, setting off to exact Tommy’s revenge, racing into the rows of corn, and disappearing.

When the scarecrow was gone, Tommy’s body lifted off the ground and floated up to the post. His husk of a body spread out its arms and allowed the wrists to be bound to the wooden cross by rope that appeared out of thin air. When the bonds were tightly wound, the ankles crossed and fell into place. Again, rope appeared and tightened so the legs couldn’t move. Tommy then started to decay and turn, morphing and changing until he looked just like the scarecrow he was now replacing.

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Wednesday’s Quotes (10/5/2016): Famous Words from Famous Writers – Clive Barker

“[Horror fiction] shows us that the control we believe we have is purely illusory, and that every moment we teeter on chaos and oblivion.”

Clive Barker

Source: Goodreads

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3 Looks at Birth

Life begins at birth

Held for the very first time

Hearts filled up with love

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Song bird born in spring

Sings out to the cool morning

Happy for the fall

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(A Halloween Haiku)

Born into darkness

Creature feasting on humans

Lusting for their blood

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For more prompts like “birth” go here: Haiku Horizons

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This song has been in my head all morning because of this prompt.

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