Haiku – 9/14/2021

Words on a full page

Staring at a long story

Time for a re-write


Easiest thing to do, for me at least, is to write. I could write novels upon novels and never tire of it. Hardest thing for me to do, re-write. I wish I could just write and then send it on, but that would be too easy. It is in the re-write where the story truly comes alive. Well, time to get back to it. Cheers.


Humpday Promotions: The Lot on Route 6: Page 11

Kill for me. A terrifying request, but Gavin will take this request and do his best to complete it. He will suffer. He will reach the edge of his sanity. He will live in pain. But he will do all he can do to protect the people and the town he loves.

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*About to get gruesome and there is going to be some language.

I don’t write love stories. Just a warning.*

Ginny and Delilah Brickstone drove up the quiet two lane road, chatting about nothing, enjoying the drive. They were twin sisters born two minutes apart eighty years ago and both of them had aged rather gracefully. Their grey hair was elegantly combed and parted and their clothes were fit for a Sunday service, but this wasn’t Sunday. This was the night after Thanksgiving and it was another night of Bingo. Both sisters were masters at the game and had once again won their fair share of prizes. They were tournament champs and this current tournament had taken them far away from home.

“I’m not sure what this is,” Ginny replied, looking at the box with the smart speaker inside of it. She had shied away from almost all of technology, except for her smart phone. The bingo apps on the phone were so great she couldn’t pass up the chance to play them, so she had caved and bought the cheapest phone she could find. Beyond those apps, she made a call or two, but that was about all she did with the phone.

“That’s one of them new talking machines that are so popular right now.”

“Talking machines.”

“Yeah. You ask it things and it does those things for you. All with just your voice,” Delilah replied. The smarter one of the two, but neither would admit that.

“Not sure I could use something like that.”

“Say, would you like a Christmas tree this year?”

Ginny looked up through the windshield, as the car’s headlights highlighted Gavin’s man made sign. “It might be nice to have one this year. The grandkids would love it. I don’t think they have ever had a real one.”

“I think you’re right,” Delilah replied and angled the car off the road and onto the one Gavin had made.

“Why would anyone put a lot way out here?” Ginny asked, putting away the smart speaker, looking around, kind of feeling a bit scared even though she shouldn’t have been. But the night and world around their car was empty and dark. It felt like they were the only two humans in the world.

“I don’t know, but maybe we’ll find some real good trees that aren’t picked over. An out of the way place like this is sure to have some.”

Ginny was always the cautious one, and her caution signals started to flare up when she saw The Lot for the first time. It was sitting all alone, basking in lights, but the lights weren’t real bright. Something about it all seemed wrong.


I recently published this novella or short story, depending on how you look at it, and I wanted to promote it. So, my brain got to thinking, and my brain came up with three ways you can enjoy this story (if you want to read it).

  1. Tune in every Wednesday and read it page by page until it is completed.
  2. Send me an email: atothewr@gmail.com. In the header put: I would love to review The Lot on Route 6. Then let me know what you use to read ebooks: Kindle or Something Else. I will send it to you and all I ask is for you to give me a fair and honest review.
  3. If you are able to buy it and do want to support me the links to purchase the story are posted above.

Thanks again for all the support. I promise Poetry and Haiku as much as I can, but I hope you stick with me each Wednesday as I branch off into something a bit different. And if you missed a page look for the story underneath the Hump Day Promotions category. You are now free to move around the blog.

Yeah Me! 8 Years and Still Going.

8 Year Anniversary Achievement
Happy Anniversary with WordPress.com!
You registered on WordPress.com 8 years ago.
Thanks for flying with us. Keep up the good blogging.
I can’t believe it has been 8 years on WordPress for me. And if it has been 8 years here it is at least 10 years for me now of blogging. I started on Blogger.com at least 2 years before I started on WordPress. Amazing how time flies. Not only do I want to share with you this milestone, but I also want to let you know I have started a Patreon Page. Right now there are just two posts, but I plan to add more as time goes on. The content I am using is poetry and haiku buried deep inside this blog – stuff that hasn’t seen the front of this blog for a very long time. I am toying with the idea of mixing my Patreon blog with old stuff from my WordPress Blog and all new stuff.
Anyway, if you want to check it out here is the link: https://www.patreon.com/2handstyping.
Have a great Sunday.

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.

Haiku – Writer’s Pain

Common sense says quit

My passion will not listen

Obsession rules me


Do any of you writers reading this feel like banging your head against a wall? I know you do. We all feel the same way each day. I wrote this Haiku this morning after feeling like no matter what I do in the writing world it will never matter. I will never catch that break. I love to write, but it really does feel like a curse some days.

Haiku – 24/7 and Sometimes 8

Daytime or night-time

Writer always on the job

Stories never rest


In case you want something to read, my short story The Living Sand is free to read today and tomorrow. It has the short story Joyride attached to it. That’s two shorts for one freebie. Grabbed your copy at the links below and find out what happens when these 2 boys discover this hidden beach.


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Haiku – Just Before The Dawn

Short story re-writes

I wake in my warm soft bed

To answer the call


I’ve been working on a collection of short stories that I hope to release before Halloween. I do have a pretty cool cover for it already that you may or may not have seen already.

Nightlight Tales - High Resolution

James is the designer of the cover and his work can be found here: http://www.goonwrite.com/index.htm

Before I leave you, here are a couple of things related to the title of this Haiku.

This is a solid slasher movie from the Eighties – one I still own on DVD. Cheap, creepy, and a great score.

A great song from the mighty Judas Priest – this is a ballad by them.

Haiku – Early Morning Re-Write and A Quick Sneek Peek at Hellfire and Brimstone

Warming up the eyes

Brain wakes up from deep slumber

Creating time starts


Here’s another quick peek at what I have been re-writing. Again, this is raw data, and it still needs a spell check, another read through, and possibly more changes. However, I thought you might find it interesting to read.

So, here’s a bit of Hellfire and Brimstone (title may change at a later date):

“What did you find?”

Eric was ready to be done with Tom, and Tom decided to feel the same way. Skeptics will always be skeptics even when they come face to face with the truth, which Tom was about to show him. He grabbed his camera and hooked it up to the TV.  He took the tape currently in the unit out and put in the one he had when he did his first walk-through.  He rewound the tape and sat down beside Eric.

“I caught a few things as I did my first walk around the house.  Some things are probably easily explained once I look at it further, but just to give you some idea I will show you what I found.” Tom began going through the tape.  He stopped at one point. “This is when I was walking through the upstairs hall.  You will see back towards the end of it something white, with a strange form, move out of view.  You have to look quick, but it is there.” Tom played the tape and smiled inside when he saw Eric’s eyes light up with fear.

“What was that?”

“I don’t know. Could have been a passing car, could have been a trick of the camera, it could have been anything, but I think we both know what it really was. ” Tom moved the tape forward.  He was now in the master bedroom, scanning the room.  A dark shape appears as he scans. Tom spins the camera back to the spot where he saw it, but it’s too late.  The shape is gone.  A noise behind him and then beside him, on top of him.  Tom turns, spins, and tries to catch the activity, but nothing appears on the camera. All he catches are noises. “That went on for like four minutes and then stopped.  Noises all around the room, but nothing revealed itself after I saw the shape.”

“I see why you drink.  So, nothing with the devil, right?”

Tom looked at him. “What?”

Feel free to let me know what you thought about it? Would you like to see more of this story in the future?

Haiku – No Sleep for Writers

Rewrite pulls me up

Wakes me from peaceful slumber

Day starting early


Curious, fellow writers, what time of day works best for you? Are you a morning person like me or do you work best at other times of the day? Once my son gets up, and we start our day, if it doesn’t happen early or at nap time then by bed time I am a no go. Usually the couch and sleep are the only things I want once 7 at night rolls around.