Humpday Promotions: The Lot on Route 6: Page 3

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.






An hour or so later, Gavin pulled his car into an empty field, following a path that once used to be a dirt road. Now that road was filled with weeds and tall grass that swished against the sides of the car as it moved slowly forward. When he reached a good stopping spot, he turned off the engine and sat there in silence for a moment trying to calm his nerves. It was spooky dark. Shadows were deep and vast. The moon almost non-existent.

“Why me?” Gavin asked himself. “Why me?”

Something caught his eye. He turned his gaze towards the sky as a brilliant, bright round object floated down toward the field. He climbed out of the car, eyes still fixed on the sky, watching the object, holding his breath, filled with a mix of curiosity and fear. Then, as the object approached the ground, he was knocked onto his back with a sudden rush of hot stinging air. The object settled gently onto the Earth with a soft hissing sound.

Gavin sat up, as something crashed to the Earth in the distance. He assumed it was the old farm house finally crumbling to the ground, unable to withstand the sudden burst of wind, the old boards and nails finally stopping their effort to hold the place together.

A second later, Gavin stood up and looked at the round object. It was covered in silver and there were no windows, no doors. It looked like a pinball from some giant’s pinball game. A soft yellow light circled the bottom of the machine, casting a faint glow on the ground around it.

A sound found his ears.


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: In the header put: I would love to review it. 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.

Hump Day Promotions: Did you know I have things to sale for one dollar?

I thought I might try to do a little self-promoting on this blog. Just a teeny, tiny bit. I hope you don’t mind. It would be every Wednesday around 8 A.M. It wouldn’t take up too much time. I would highlight a story of mine or maybe something else like that. On board? Good. If not. You know what to do. Thanks again for reading. You are now free to move around the blog.


I have stories to sell for one dollar and you don’t have to go through any EBook store to get them. I send them directly to your inbox. All you have to do is click this link: That is it. Easy Peesy. Lemon Squeezy. No middle man, no nothing. Just a direct link from you to me.

Okay, here is what is available for one dollar:

Available: EPUB, MOBI, PDF

Hear the eerie wind whistle, across the cold dark night,

see the unknown figure, float into sight.

Slowly it drifts, pale and transparent.

It stops and looks at me.

I look at it.

Its eyes are not there, only sockets full of despair.

A smile rises across its face,

the grin is pure evil and full of pain,

it raises an arm and points to the right,

towards the graveyard just out of sight.

I freeze at the window and shake at the knees.

A cold sweat creeps down my back, just like I’m under attack.

I scream at the top of my lungs, “Go away leave me alone!”

It drops its arm and dissolves with a cold chilly laugh.

A simple machine. Able to answer requests. Able to play music. Able to turn on lights and answer questions. Fun and enjoyable technology, but what happens when this machine is able to manifest actual things. In this short story two guys worst fears will come to life.

This short story is about five college students on Halloween night that set out to discover the secrets of the town’s most famous haunted house.

2 Guys. A haunted car. A joyride into the mouth of hell. Ride shotgun if you dare with this short story.


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