Blog Updates and Changes

This site is now back to awrenfro.com and it will stay that way for a while. I don’t know if that change was the reason why this blog had one of its worst weeks ever or if it was just the week itself. It could have been that early June is just the time for people to take vacations. Schools just let out. Families are heading off to do things together. The weather is warm. People want to be outside. I assume that is the reason why most of my posts dropped with few likes and my traffic died. It could be that changing this blog address caused the problem. I honestly don’t know, but I am planning to make changes to this blog as we speak.

First thing I plan to do is move One Writer Ranting over to here. I will then shut down that blog. That way I can focus all my efforts on just one place. That also means lots of new and exciting things for you guys that follow me on this blog. I posted a schedule below of what all the new stuff will be. Don’t worry, I plan to keep doing Haiku and Poetry on this site, but like I said in a post like this before it will be limited. I honestly don’t have a lot of Haiku popping into my head these days. I hope that muse will return soon, but at least you guys have some new stuff to view and enjoy while I wait for her return. I think I might also stop trying to create new blogs. This blog is running great. Why mess with it like I recently did? Right? Time to just make this one better. Okay, here is the schedule. I look forward to seeing you somewhere around the blog.

New Blog Schedule

Sunday: Tales from the Blog (One page of one of my stories each and every week at 6 A.M.).

Monday: Right now – Zip, Zero, Nada. This is my quiet day for now.

Tuesday: It will either be Tuesdays with Mike or Tuesday Promotions. Just a little self promotion for me and my stories.

Wednesday: Wednesday Quotes and for a short time Cover Reveals (though this is about to end). I also have a few other odds and ends I drop on this day.

Thursday: Cool Posters (this too is about to end).

Friday: Jimmy Buffett Friday and when they are available my Cheap Covers at 2 o’clock. I also occasionally do something concerning my stuff on Threadless.

Saturday: Again, Zip, Zero, Nada. This is my quiet day for now. Who knows? Cover Song Saturday might just return in the future.

That’s it. Thanks for putting up with me. Blogging (as most of you know) is a constant change. We bloggers are always striving to make our work stand out in a very crowded pack. That’s all I’m doing. I hope you like the changes.

Draft2Digital Wednesday Update: EPUB Available on Apple, Nook, Kobo, etc.

Below are my stories that you can now get on other places besides Amazon. If you would like to read my stuff and don’t have a Kindle here is your chance. Thanks for reading and have a great day.

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.

A Zombie Christmas

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.

A Zombie Christmas 2

AWOL 1

AWOL 2

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.

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.

THE LIVING SAND

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.

JOYRIDE

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?

A Haunted House Tale

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?

Need to Feed

Did you know I have covers for sale?

I don’t talk about this side of my life or my blog for that matter, but I actually have covers on here to sell. I am only offering them up for ten dollars, not a professional, just trying to help people get their start in the Independent Business. I wish someone would have had cheaper covers for me when I was starting out. Hopefully, I can help out a few people and they won’t have to put in a ton of money up front. Sometimes, writing as an Independent Author isn’t for everyone. I myself am about to take a break in order to pursue Traditional Publishing (my dream and goal). Anyway, above and below are two of my covers and this link will send you to the rest of them: awrenfro.com/covers-for-sale/. Thanks for letting me rant and sale for a bit. Have a great day.

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.

 

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

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

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

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

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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.

Haiku – Author 21

Rewrites once again

Creative monster unleashed

Ripping it to shreds

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Quick question.

Do you like the title Final Damnation or The Hands of the Devil?

Here’s the description for my new book.

Tom is a ghost hunter and a good one at that. He is a man without morals, without laws, a one man do-it-yourself kind of guy. Then the devil shows up, and Tom finds he is now face to face with pure evil. This sends Tom on a journey that will bring him into contact with all of those he has loved and lost throughout the years. He will reconnect with his ex wives, his kids, and himself. He will explore a side of himself that he never thought existed while the devil tries to regain the soul he is losing. In the end Tom must face down the devil or succumb to a fiery eternal damnation. Win or lose. Tom has no choice but to fight.

Now, the opening.

It stood in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by desert, and just off a rarely used two lane road. A road that hadn’t been paved in a long time with faded solid lines, patched up holes, and age creeping up to its outer edges in the form of high weeds and grass. Golden yellow lights splashed out of its windows and glass filled door. It was a shiny, round, and circular diner – a forgotten silver object lost in time. You could almost see Sam Spade sitting in one of the booths having a cup of Joe while thinking over his latest case.

A figure appears from out of thin air in the small area of shadows on the darkest side of this diner. He’s dressed in black shoes, black three piece suit, black tie, black fedora, and a black coat. He shakes off the cold, missing the warmth of his fiery home, ready to be done with this meeting. Today, he wants to look older and wiser, ready for business. He has aged himself to the age of sixty with short hair and wrinkled features.  A doorbell clangs, as a lonely trucker, unwashed and unshaved, ready for a quick meal, steps inside the small building. The devil follows after him.