Short Story Saturday: The Leggy Mistress of The Waterfall

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Hello everyone! As part of Short Story Saturday, I have posted another short story, this one entitled The Leggy Mistress of the Waterfall. Please enjoy.

He didn’t go there looking for love. All he wanted was a stiff drink after a hard day working for the Northwest Logging Company.

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Short Story Saturday: The Journey

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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.

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Short Story Saturday: The Inevitable

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Hello everyone! As part of Short Story Saturday, I have posted another short story, this one entitled The Inevitable. Please enjoy.

The man found himself on a couch. It was late at night, much later than you’d expect a therapist’s office to be open.

She had lost track of time. As a favor, she agreed to speak with a patient with a poor and potentially dangerous mental health history. This was a mistake.

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Ghosts are Assholes Launches Today!

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.

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In Case You Missed It

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Photo by Courtney Baucom on Unsplash

In case you missed it, I posted three short stories this week in celebration and anticipation of my upcoming book, Ghosts are Assholes, available here.

In case you missed any of the stories, here are the links from earlier this week:

Monday: Do I Really Have to Do This?

Wednesday: Just One Date

Friday: What I Learned In School Today

While none of these stories are actually in the book, feel free to consider them canon if that’s the kind of thing you care about. All of these things did happen to Vincent Pietro within the Ghosts are Assholes universe.

I’m going to take a little break from Vincent Pietro for now but that doesn’t mean I won’t return to him at some point and time. If you really miss him, though, and want to find out more, then I highly encourage you to grab my book.

It’s a fully realized adventure as opposed to the snippets you’ve been reading. You’ll get a better look into his personality, how he first learned he could see ghosts, meet wonderful characters like Vincent’s mother, the desk sergeant Ed, and, of course, the beautiful ghost, Raquel Cobb. Finding out how she died is a roller coaster ride I’m sure you’ll enjoy.

The official release is November 12. Please be sure to order.

Thank you for reading.

What I Learned In School Today

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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.

“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?”

“Uh huh!” the boy replied eagerly.

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Just One Date

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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.

“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.

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Do I really have to do this?

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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.

“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.

“You made the place sound like a dump.”

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