Hello everyone! As part of Short Story Saturday, I have posted another short story, this one entitled His Princess. Strap in as it is perhaps the longest story I’ve written on the blog thus far. Please enjoy. I am currently listed at #16 on feedspot’s Top 20 Short Story Blog page. Please check it out. Also, if you haven’t already checked out my FAQ on my upcoming book, Magic Once Removed, please check that out as well. Thanks again!
People were surprised by my sudden retirement and distraught over my subsequent behavior. Most blamed mental illness but I assure you that I am not afflicted with any such malady. Rather, I am cursed with knowing the truth.
Perhaps a discussion of my last case is warranted to help enlighten how a hardened veteran police detective became a blubbering mess sitting alone in a cheap hotel. This may be my last chance.
Hello everyone! Back on schedule this week. Hat tip to my father for giving me the prompt for this story. As part of Short Story Saturday, I have posted another short story, this one entitled The Journey. Please enjoy.
A faint bit of moonlight illuminated my path. Dark clouds covered the sky. A middling bit of moonlight managed to penetrate the thicket of tree branches dangling overhead.
I clutched my coat against my chest. Not in response to the cold, though the wind had picked up and the temperature certainly had dropped significantly as the night approached the witching hour. No, it was due to the fear induced by my hostile surroundings.
Wolves inhabited these coppices. Their howls were barely audible at first but had grown noticeably louder and angrier. They were savage. Merciless. Cruel. They would not hesitate to eat me alive. Those woods had claimed many a traveler. Only the most brave or foolhardy dared to make that trek.
Happy to announce that my first book, Ghosts are Assholes, published by World Castle Publishing, LLC, is launched today on Amazon and other online sites in e-book and paperback form. Please see the main page for more details or click on the image above to get to the Amazon order page. If you enjoy the story, please feel free to submit a review on Amazon, Goodreads, or any other review site you can think of. Please subscribe to the blog for more updates and short stories in the future. I hope to write more novels in the future as well so please look out for that too.
As a bit of a supplement to my upcoming book, Ghosts are Assholes, here is another vignette into Vincent’s life that I hope you enjoy. It is entitled What I Learned In School Today.
“What’s the answer to number 2?” asked the young boy asked to the dowdy ghost floating over his left shoulder. His voice was barely loud enough for the ghost to hear him but just quiet enough to not attract the attention of his fourth grade teacher sitting at the front of the classroom behind her desk.
“Vincent!” the apparition admonished, “Are you asking me to cheat?”
As a bit of a supplement to my upcoming book, Ghosts are Assholes, here is another vignette into Vincent’s life that I hope you enjoy. It is entitled Just One Date.
“You have a lot of nerve showing up here after what you did,” Vincent said seeing the thin apparition in the reflection of the bathroom mirror.
“I know I dropped quite the large one,” a young brown-haired man said as he turned off the faucet next to Vincent and shook his hands above the sink, “But there’s no need to embarrass me about it.”
Vincent’s awkward attempts to apologize fell on deaf ears. The man gruffly dried his hands and left in silence. After this time confirming that nobody was in the bathroom with him, he turned and faced the poltergeist to continue their conversation.
As a bit of a supplement to my upcoming book, Ghosts are Assholes, here is a vignette into Vincent’s life that I hope you enjoy. It is entitled Do I really have to do this?
“This place is really nice,” Vincent told the apparition as he waited for the elevator. From the way Edward Freeman had described it, Vincent expected the place to be decrepit. Instead, he found himself in a beautiful ten-story glass building with a pianist in the lobby, the most definite sign of a classy establishment.
“A gilded cage,” Edward snarled floating above Vincent’s shoulder.