Haiku – 9/14/2021

Words on a full page

Staring at a long story

Time for a re-write

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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.

Haiku – 12/8/2020

A blank empty stare

Trying to form a Haiku

Blog is too silent

I can’t believe it has been four days since I last posted to this site. I honestly haven’t had much inspiration just been worn out. I thought at least I could try and generate something – even if it isn’t the best Haiku. So, where do you go when you need inspiration?

Humpday Promotions: The Lot on Route 6: Page 14

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.*

Rusty, a bar whore, one prone to spend time searching for love in all the wrong places, nursed her drink (whiskey straight) slowly and looked around the crowded country bar for a man to spend the night with. It didn’t really matter what kind of guy it was. She just needed someone to fill the need for the night. She was once an attractive woman, shimmering brown hair, sparkling green eyes, with a body that would make most men rethink religion and their wives. But at her current age of forty five she had started to sag and lag in all the wrong ways. She wasn’t aging into ugliness, nothing like that, but the drinking, the casual sex, drugs, and cigarettes, were taking a hard toll on her body and her looks.

“Another one, Rusty,” the bartender asked. He knew her and knew her drinking limits, they were legendary, so he knew it would take a lot for her to reach her limit.

“Slam it,” she replied and knocked back her drink. It went down easy and smooth.

“Not much to work with?” The bartender asked, a college kid, right around twenty, fit and in shape, kind of a stand out in a world filled with bar flies. He had noticed her eyes scanning the room while he poured her another round.

“No. Maybe it’s a sign.”

“A sign?”

“To clean things up, get back on a new path, quit trying to fuck everything that walks,” she replied, knocking back the drink in one gulp. She pulled out a large wad of bills and paid her tab, leaving a hefty tip.

“That tips too much,” the bartender replied, but he wasn’t going to turn it down. Steak instead of something in the microwave would be a nice change of pace.

“Keep it. You’ve earned it. Consider it an early Christmas present.”

“Thanks,” he replied. “Are you okay to drive?”

“Do you need to ask?”

“Part of the procedure. I have to ask even though I know the answer.”

“Yep, right as rain,” she replied and smiled, a smile that made her look years younger.

“Be safe. It’s starting to snow out there.”

“Will do. Thanks,” she replied and made her exit.

Outside, Rusty cinched her coat tight, and looked up into the late afternoon sky. It was a cold and dreary day, bitter winds were tearing through the air, and soft flakes of snow were falling, dusting the ground and the idle cars in the parking lot. She left her stance and hurried over to her truck. She climbed inside, fired up the engine, and turned on classic country music, but classic country wasn’t doing it for her today. She needed something more upbeat, louder, more in tune with the Christmas season. She found a local station playing nothing but Christmas songs. She turned it up loud, hummed along to Jingle Bell Rock, feeling good for the first time in a very long time, thinking that maybe the next year would be a season of change. Maybe pack it all up and head to the coast. Start fresh and start new. Plenty of places needed a waitress and she was sure one of them would hire her. She pulled out of the parking lot and angled her truck towards home. The drive was easy and smooth and about half way home was when she saw the sign for The Lot.

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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.

Humpday Promotions: The Lot on Route 6: Page 8

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

Fred Greenberg closed and locked his dorm room door. While he stood in front of it, he sent his parents a quick text saying he would be home soon and then slowly made his way down the long white hallway with the fluorescent lights shining bright above. Fred wasn’t a tall kid. He stood somewhere around five foot five. And he wasn’t extremely handsome either, but he did alright with the ladies. He was just an average college kid with black hair and piercing green eyes.

“Heading home?” A voice asked from an open door.

“Yeah,” Fred replied, stopping to talk for a moment. Above him, a banner read Happy Thanksgiving with a big smiling turkey on it. Of course, someone had taken the time to draw a penis the size of a watermelon on the bird. College kids. Always up for a cheap laugh.

“Well, drive safe. Don’t smoke too much weed while you’re gone.”

“Just a Thanksgiving dinner with the folks. Add in a bit of football and a deep turkey nap and that’s about all there’s going to be. Have a good holiday,” Fred replied and made his exit.

When he reached his truck, he climbed inside, turned on the engine, and let it idle. He scrolled through his phone until he found Black Map (a new band who had recently caught his interest). Once the Bluetooth connection was made and the music playing through the speakers, he backed out of the spot, and made his way towards home.

Two hours into the drive is when Fred saw Gavin’s hand-made sign. On a whim, he angled the four wheel drive off the paved road and onto the one made of dirt, tire ruts, and grass. A few minutes later, he pulled his truck to a stop and looked out the window at the Christmas tree lot sitting all alone in the middle of nowhere. The trees were thick, rich, and green. They looked healthy and plump, full of life and vigor.

Inside the gingerbread house, Gavin woke up when he heard the truck brakes squeal. He glanced at the clock on the bare wall. It was just past three in the afternoon. He stood up and peered through the peep hole he had made in the door, eye-balling the young man behind the wheel of the truck. Gavin was sure the kid behind the wheel was an out of towner. So far so good. Nobody in town had decided to venture out except for the sheriff, who hadn’t been by since the first time he had visited. Gavin hoped it would stay that way, and that the locals would stay put. A rustling sound invaded his ears and he turned his eye to the trees.

Were they telling him they were hungry?

Were they telling him they needed to be fed?

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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 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.

Have you seen my new blog?

Some of you may, some of you may have not. Swing on over to check it out today. There’s also this bonus if you follow it. A free short story. That’s right. Entirely free in the format of your choosing (EPUB, MOBI, or PDF). This weeks freebie is Flesh for the Zombies. Read on for details of how to obtain your short story today. Thanks again for following me. I hope you enjoy the new blog.

A zombie shuffled down the street underneath a gigantic yellow full moon. He was dressed in an apron, a former fry cook still carrying a spatula in his hand. He shambled along down the road, solo, unaware of the cool night air or the peaceful sound of crickets ushering autumn into the world. A silent bullet suddenly and violently took the top part of his head off, sending the undead creature tumbling and bleeding to the ground. He rested there, unmoving, spatula still gripped tight in his hand.

“How are things up there?”

Mike hit the button on his Walkie Talkie. “All good, Fred. You?”

“Nothing on this side. How does the gate look?”

“Holding tight,” Mike replied, as he looked down from the platform of Guard Tower 1 to the makeshift gate they had made earlier that day. The gate now consisted of his SUV and truck along with a gigantic piece of metal that not only covered the hole, but it stretched several feet beyond it on each side.

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Send an email to this address (zombiebeach3@gmail.com) and I will send you a free copy of Flesh for the Zombies in MOBI, EPUB, or PDF form once you follow me. That’s it. Adios.

Wednesday’s Quotes has Moved.

If you have enjoyed reading Wednesday’s Quotes on this blog they now have a new home: Short Tales from the Blog. They are a better fit over there than here. I am really trying to get this blog back to its poetry roots. So, now I have Haiku Horizons prompts for Monday and Fear Filled Fridays horror Haiku and Poetry on Fridays. Two scheduled posts each week for you to peruse and enjoy. Don’t worry though. I do still plan to post randomly throughout the week whenever the mood hits me. Thanks for following. You are now free to move about the blog.

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

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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

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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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Cover Reveal for Joyride and Demon Energy is free to read on 7/1 and 7/2

Just wanted to reveal the new cover for Joyride, which will be re-releasing next Friday (7/10/2015).

I also wanted a bit of help with it. Trying to figure out which cover works better.

This story is about two boys who take a Joyride only to find out that evil lurks once they turn the key.

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I’m leaning more towards 1 myself. That 666 just gives it a little more creepy factor. Just me though.

Simply, drop a 1 or 2 in the comments below. Shouldn’t take up too much of your time.

I also have Demon Energy running free on 7/1 and 7/2. Run over and grab your copy today.

That’s it. Thanks for the help.

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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?

REVIEWS:

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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Haiku – Shine

Trust in your talent

Watch it blossom, thrive, and grow

It might surprise you

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For more prompts like “trust” go here: Haiku Horizons

As a sidebar, I have started a new blog with a couple of buddies of mine. It is a blog about trying to be a Christian and walking with our faith each day. Tough to do. Here’s the link: unitedbythree.wordpress.com

Haiku – Just Before The Dawn

Short story re-writes

I wake in my warm soft bed

To answer the call

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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

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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 – Groggy Eyes and A Sneak Peek at My Latest Novel

I awoke from sleep

Small brain break is now over

Re-write time again

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For those interested, here’s one of my favorite passages from the new book. The re-write still needs work, so what you read isn’t final at all. It is a just a taste of what I have been working on with my latest novel.

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            Once inside, Tom could see people scattered across the pews praying and kneeling before their Lord. As he walked and looked at them, kneeling or sitting there in the light gloom of the church, their heads changed – turned – morphed – into the heads of sheep. Then their eyes suddenly lit up with red light, and these sheep heads turned to stare at Tom. From somewhere in the back of the church he heard a dark and evil sounding – “BAAAAAAAA!”

            Tom stopped, turned, and looked to the back of the church. The devil was standing there in his dark angel form. He pointed at Tom, gave him the thumbs up, smiled, and then poofed out.

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The lead character Tom Never is a wayward sole, lost his faith at a young age. This story is about him finding himself again, the church, and reconnecting with those he left out of his life all the while trying to fend off the devil. I wrote it years ago around the time I got baptized. The story kind of popped in there when I was preparing to become a Christian. I plan to chase agents for a bit with this one and if it doesn’t work out then I will self-publish it. One way or the other, I will get it out. I believe this is probably my best work.

How about a little Christian Heavy Metal to close this post?

Haiku – No Sleep for Writers

Rewrite pulls me up

Wakes me from peaceful slumber

Day starting early

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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.