Tuesday Promotions (10/17/2017): Bumps in the Night (Gluten Free)

4 Stars out of 5: Unique stories

6 tales of terror filled with gore and suspense.

Gluten Free

Now, here it is, lid open, Gluten filled in every lovely fucking square inch of pie.  I lean over, let the fumes of Gluten wash over me. I inhale deep, and my nose immediately starts to burn and sting. The flesh starts to peel away, blood and pieces of skin are now dripping down my cheeks like candle wax. The nose will be gone soon, but I refuse to scream.  I refuse to give in to this nightmare that I now find myself in. My eyes go blurry for a moment, start to tear. I have to take a second to control the pain. Clinching my fists, banging on the table. My nose is now gone, down to just a bony nub, and now the Gluten is moving onto my cheeks, rippling the flesh, peeling it back, revealing the bones underneath, letting the blood flow freely onto my bare naked chest.  I quickly pick up a slimy greasy piece, no use waiting, fuck it all and damn the torpedoes. I use my left hand to eat with first, because I write with my right.  This slice is so warm and so soft to the touch and it sizzles like bacon in a pan, but wait, that’s not the pizza sizzling. It’s my hand, bubbling and writhing with tiny white bumps. While I watch, the flesh melts away, blood and white skin are now running down my arm. Okay, before this gets too bad, let me go ahead and take a bite . . .

The stories in this chilling collection are as follows.

Devil at the Wheel

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.

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.

A Haunted House Tale

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

SHe

A monster stalks the city of Tampa Bay. 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.

US: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01KBPYYLE

UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B01KBPYYLE

AU: https://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B01KBPYYLE

CA: https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B01KBPYYLE

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Tales from the Blog (10/15/2017): Demon Energy 3

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.

After many miles of traveling, the truck turned off onto a dirt road. It roared down this road, past leaves colored with autumn’s dying glory, past fields being harvested, past small farms with cows and PIGS.

The dirt road came to an end. The truck moved on into tall grass that swooshed and smacked the vehicle–like it was trying to consume it. The truck moved forward, climbing ever so gently until the driver saw their destination.

Headlights splashed off an enormous cave entrance.

The truck drove into this cave and came to a stop.

The man looked around, as he was led off the truck.

The cave was twenty, maybe thirty, feet high with white granite stalactites looking like a thousand sharp fangs hanging above him. They were all kinds of shapes and sizes with the longest being about five feet long.

The cave itself stretched out from this giant entrance to many dark tunnels. Some of these tunnels climbed upwards, some down, some just stayed as even and straight as the floor he was standing on, which was covered in brown dirt and bat dung – creatures long since departed once their darkened space was invaded . . . to be continued next Sunday at 6 A.M. Did you miss a post? Check out the Category “Tales from the Blog” in order to catch up. Have a great Sunday.

Tuesday Promotions (10/10/2017): Bumps in the Night (The Man from the Road)

4 Stars out of 5: Unique stories

6 tales of terror filled with gore and suspense.

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 . . .

The stories in this chilling collection are as follows.

Devil at the Wheel

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.

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.

A Haunted House Tale

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

SHe

A monster stalks the city of Tampa Bay. 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.

US: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01KBPYYLE

UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B01KBPYYLE

AU: https://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B01KBPYYLE

CA: https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B01KBPYYLE

Tales from the Blog (10/8/2017): Demon Energy 2

 “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 . . . to be continued next Sunday at 6 A.M. Did you miss a post? Check out the Category “Tales from the Blog” in order to catch up. Have a great Sunday.

Tuesday Promotions (10/3/2017): Bumps in the Night (Fear of the Scarecrow)

4 Stars out of 5: Unique stories

6 tales of terror filled with gore and suspense.

Fear of the Scarecrow

Tommy looked from the moon to the scarecrow who was now alive. Its eyes burned an eerie green color, and its cut out mouth was now filled with razor sharp teeth and plump red lips. The scarecrow broke the bonds that held its wrists and ankles in place, and floated out towards Tommy, who, of course, took a few steps back, stopping when his butt reached the green corn stalks.

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 . . .

The stories in this chilling collection are as follows.

Devil at the Wheel

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.

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.

A Haunted House Tale

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

SHe

A monster stalks the city of Tampa Bay. 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.

US: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01KBPYYLE

UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B01KBPYYLE

AU: https://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B01KBPYYLE

CA: https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B01KBPYYLE

Tales from the Blog (10/1/2017): Demon Energy 1

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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 . . . to be continued next Sunday at 6 A.M. Did you miss a post? Check out the Category “Tales from the Blog” in order to catch up. Have a great Sunday.

Tuesday Promotions (9/26/2017): Vampires and Zombies: The Undead Collection (Need to Feed)

Need to Feed

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 . . .

The stories in this chilling collection are as follows:

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.

Need to Feed

Another year. Another massacre looming. When the sun rises on the Old West town of Saltwater Junction, its 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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

US: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01LYZ8GLL

UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B01LYZ8GLL

AU: https://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B01LYZ8GLL

CA: https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B01LYZ8GLL