Posts Tagged With: Suspense

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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Haiku – Cowering in the Night

Light from a street lamp

Casting shadows on the wall

Childhood fears reborn

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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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What secrets lie inside The Lot?

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

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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

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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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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

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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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Friday Freebies (9/16/2016): AWOL: A Character Lost Part 1

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How far will he go to get home?

Will Vampires, Werewolves, Monsters, and Aliens deter him?

What will he endure to find his family?

Acclaimed author Anthony Renfro has a problem. As his fans wait anxiously for his next release, a character he has created tumbles out of the pages of his book and comes to life. With no clear story or plot in Anthony’s head, he must work together with this character in order to find out what story he belongs in before the critics and fans come pounding on Anthony’s door. AWOL: A Character Lost is a horror/science fiction novel about an author’s worst fears come to life.

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Outside in the night-time sky there was a round silver disc, flying fast, in landing mode. Its destination was Earth, and it wouldn’t be long before it set down somewhere close to the cabin the character was now building a fire in.

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The fire cracked and popped as the character warmed himself in front of it. He took off his coat and did another glance around the room. The familiarity with everything was just eerie. Had he been here before? Come to think of it, how did he get here? His brain was jumbled. Not only could he not remember this place, which he felt like he should, but he also couldn’t remember where he had come from. How had he come to stand in front of this fireplace enjoying this nice warm fire? He had no idea.

He took a seat on the couch and dropped his head into his hands. He heard a rustling from inside the bathroom (the one to the left of the fireplace), and then he heard a commode flush. He stood up, and looked at the door.

Someone was in there.

The character slipped back into the small kitchen with the humming fridge (which also reflected a decade long since past) and waited.

The door handle started to turn.

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Pre-Order: The Lot

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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.

“We have a few minutes of patience left! Then we are coming in Gavin whether you like it or not! Tonight is Christmas Eve! No one has to die!” Ernie yelled.

Gavin sucked in air, and found his breath. “I can’t leave the trees. You don’t know what they’re capable of. They will take over this town!”

The cops looked at Ernie, who looked at them.

He nodded.

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This short story is available for Pre-Order and will be delivered to your Kindle on 11/1/2016. It also includes two bonus short stories – “A Zombie Christmas” and “The Dead of Winter.”  You get all three of these short stories for just 99 cents. Here are the links and the other stuff that may or may not interest you concerning these three stories. Thanks for reading.

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LINKS TO BUY THEM

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SYNOPSIS FOR ALL 3

What secrets lie inside The Lot?

This short story is about a Christmas Tree lot that has evil deadly intentions. Don’t buy one of these trees.

Bonus Short Story: 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.

Bonus Short Story: 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.

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Friday Freebies (9/2/2016): Bumps in the Night (6 Horror Short Stories)

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6 tales of terror filled with gore and suspense.

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.

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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My latest short story collection is running free today and in honor of the upcoming holiday I’ve decided not only to make it free, but my other three short story collections as well. If you click the links above it will lead you to my latest short story collection, and you can go on from there to grab the other freebies. Two of them will help you jump start your Halloween season and the other will move you right onto into Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Year’s Eve. Enjoy.

Now a quick preview from “Fear of the Scarecrow.” 

A flash of fire and two triangular eyes appeared. Another flash of fire, and a large open jagged mouth appeared. Then three little black creatures, naked, sexless, and covered in scales crawled forth from the newly opened portals in the pumpkin. They hopped down onto the floor and looked up at the scarecrow. It nodded towards Ben, who had somehow managed to get his underwear on and nothing else. Blood was now racing down his legs and pooling at his feet while he stood there like a statue.

Ben looked down at the little creatures as they ran towards him, clicking their hooves on the floor. They jumped onto him and began clawing, biting, and gnashing their way up his hairless legs. He fought them the best he could as he backed around the room, bleeding intensely while they continued their assault upwards.

The covers for the other three collections.

Zombie 1 - High Resolution

Nightlight Tales - High Resolution

LJ Cover

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Friday Freebies (8/26/2016): 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.

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The fat around his waist was bouncing like it had never bounced before as he tried to keep up with the pace the treadmill was setting.

He was breathing heavy. Sweating like a man on a diet in a doughnut shop. A heart attack was surely on the horizon now, because he knew that he wasn’t supposed to go from couch potato to marathon runner this quick.

He tried to do what most would do in this moment, and that was to scream for help. He went to do this, but he was so winded that he couldn’t even muster a breath, let alone a scream.

He looked down at the dark video screen, and saw something pulsing, trying to push forth, trying to birth itself into this world. A second later, the screen split down the middle and a large tentacle rose up out of it. Bob could see (even though his vision was a bit blurred now) that this tentacle was made up entirely of wires, woven together and braided. At the top of this tentacle, there was a large metallic suction cup with two big lips, and this tentacle looked slimy, slick, all lubed up, ready for some kind of penetration . . .

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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

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UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/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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Do you dare to enter the cornfield? Cover Reveal and Pre-Order: 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.

US: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01JYFIYZY#nav-subnav

UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B01JYFIYZY

AU: https://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B01JYFIYZY

CA: https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B01JYFIYZY

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He tripped and fell, and then while standing and dusting himself off he cursed his wife under his breath. He also cursed the old woman by the river who had told him of the field and the scarecrow that hung somewhere inside it. She had told him that revenge would be his once he found the scarecrow, but if he was meant to have revenge only he could find it. She couldn’t tell him anymore than that, so here he was, drunk, pissed off, five hundred-dollar shoes covered in dirt and shit, and his legs aching from the random endless walk.

Then, as if in a dream, he stumbled into an open circle surrounded by stalks of corn that almost seemed to be staring at him with multiple yellow eyes. He turned from the green stalks to a brown wooden cross sitting in the center of the circle. Tied to it was a scarecrow with a head and face made of burlap. It had long yellow-brown straw hair, hand drawn triangle black eyes and circled nose, and a gash in the fabric that looked like a mouth. It wore a faded red and black checkered shirt and was covered in overalls. Dirty black boots, loosely laced, covered its feet.

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 This is one of two new short stories I have available for Pre-Order on Amazon. I will be posting up about “The Lot” (my other Pre-Order) next Thursday. I hope to have two more short stories available soon and then another small 6 short story collection shortly after that. Trying to keep myself on top of the game, and keep as much fresh stuff on the market as I can. Anyway, “Fear of the Scarecrow” sprung forth from a Haiku I wrote for this blog. It isn’t a long short story, but you get it and two other short stories for the price of 99 cents. That comes out to be just under 35 cents for each short story. Honestly, where can you buy anything that entertains you for that price? Just saying.

So, if you want a good scare or maybe a good gross out then swing on over and grab this one today. I hope you enjoy all three of them. Here are the two bonus short stories included with this new short story. This is also the first time “Gluten Free” has ever been released into the market.

Thanks again for reading and enjoying my work.

 Bonus Short Story: Gluten Free

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

Bonus Short Story: 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 infamous haunted house.

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Free to Read: SHe and 2 Bonus Short Stories Part 2

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What haunts the city of Tampa Bay?

This short story is about a monster who stalks the city of Tampa Bay. This monster is savagely attacking women, taking only the one thing it needs. Tim Roberts, a detective, is hot on its trail. Will Tim catch this creature in time or will this creature feed until it has its fill?

Bonus Short Story: The Living 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.

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

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I decided to run this one free this weekend and it will be available to download this way until Tuesday (7/5/2016). Normally it would be a Friday Freebie, but the promotion period was running out so I thought it might be nice to use those days this weekend. You guys are home, and the Fourth is running strong. What better time to read some free short stories? You can grab your copy at the links below.

US: http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B011VGBT7Y?*Version*=1&*entries*=0

UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B011VGBT7Y?*Version*=1&*entries*=0

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CA: http://www.amazon.ca/gp/product/B011VGBT7Y?*Version*=1&*entries*=0

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EXP: THE LIVING SAND

On the wall, was a skull and crossbones symbol, blood red, dripping and running like it was bleeding or freshly painted?

Below this skull and crossbones there was a message:

‘let yea who pass here be warned, this be the devil’s virgin sand, he be the beast that walk amongst the ground, he be the beast inside the grains, life is in the sand, if you be here when the moon is full, use the seas water, mix it with the sand, whatever is created, next night, the devil’s life it will have’

After Seth read this message out loud, a mouth appeared on the red skull. The mouth opened up revealing large sharp teeth and a black empty portal. Two red eyes appeared in the empty black eye sockets a second later, and then this symbol laughed at them, laughed an evil sinister laugh.

The boys turned to look at one another, fear upon their faces; and without a word, they ran.

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