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Monday, October 31, 2011

Coffin Hopping

This was a great experience for me and what a way to meet other authors! Great exposure too!
Although I have to admit I didn't get to visit all the blogs, my busy life gave me hardly anytime to do so. I work seven hours a week with two autistic students and then school at night for my second degree and then on top of all that I have homework to do, which so far I have been able to maintain an "A" status, how I'll never know, but I am. So, trying to get in weekly flash stories for Vamplit and for Tristle press is hard. I often find the only time to write is during test taking time that my students are doing, or my lunch break and I usually can come up with a great story within the 80 minutes that the class is long. My longest story was almost 2000 words, that was "The House of Souls" I recently did.
I would love to win the lottery so that I can quite my job and buy this house I saw in Galena and just write and do my art. That is what I deem a perfect life.
Well, I'll send this out to the void and maybe, just maybe...someone is listening and give me a break...like maybe my book sales go wild and crazy and I can stop work....nah.......nice dream though!

If there are typos, it's because I"m being lazy bu not putting on my glasses.

Thanks everyone who came to visit my blog.

Emma art


Saturday, October 15, 2011

A "Scary" Scene from my novel...Birthright (Happy Halloween!)


Horror Web Tour

October 24-31, 2011

What better month than October for horror writers to crawl out of their coffins and spread the Halloween spirit!

Are you interested in winning great horror fiction and Halloween goodies the week of October 24-31, 2011?

Click on the links below to participating authors' websites. Each author has a contest to enter on their site.

Over 80 chances to win!

the gory details:

1) HAVE A SPOOKY FUN TIME!

2) INVITE YOUR FRIENDS AND SPREAD THE WORD!

3) THIS TOUR STARTS: Monday, October 24, 2011 at Midnight (PST)
THIS TOUR ENDS: Monday, October 31, 2011 at Midnight (PST)
Winners will be drawn and posted November 1, 2011

4) MEET AND MINGLE WITH THE AUTHORS! EXPERIENCE A NEW DESTINATION AT EVERY STOP! PARTICIPATE IN EVERY SITE'S CONTEST AND BE ENTERED FOR CHANCES TO WIN MULTIPLE PRIZES! EVERY BLOG VISITED IS ANOTHER OPPORTUNITY TO WIN!

5) PARTICIPATION AT ALL SITES IS RECOMMENDED, BUT NOT REQUIRED. THE MORE SITES YOU HOP, THE BETTER YOUR CHANCES OF WINNING PRIZES.

6) DID I MENTION TO HAVE A SPOOKY FUN TIME?

And to further scare you to bits, a scene from my novel, Birthright. Leave a comment with your email and I will pick three to be in the sequel! Good Luck!


Arriving back at the house, Mr Bennet stopped abruptly just outside the door front. “Something’s wrong; something or someone is here I can feel it.” He went inside and frantically began to search each room. “Candra, stay outside, it’s not safe in here,” he shouted, rushing upstairs, but I didn’t listen and followed him inside.
I walked in and found a stranger, a woman, standing like a statue by the stairs. Her clothes were torn and she swayed slightly from side to side. She looked distressed so I approached her slowly, trying to keep calm. She was breathing oddly; her diaphragm contracted awkwardly, as if laboring, when she inhaled and she looked dazed.
“Um, are you ok? How did you get in?” I watched her nervously as she turned her head slowly and looked right through me. Her eyes were lifeless and they were as dark as the night… like the child I saw in my vision. My heart thumped, self-preservation kicked in. Without outwardly showing the panic I was feeling, I started to inch myself backwards. The corners of her mouth curved upwards showing her fangs and her breathing rapidly changed. She started to pant very fast, almost convulsing as she sniffed the air, drool overflowed from her lips as she hissed, then leapt. I screamed out in terror as I hit the floor. She was now on top of me and grabbed my head pulling it upward toward her mouth.
With all my might, I punched her in the face and she fell to the side; quickly, I got up and ran for the front door. A loud growl came from behind me. Deep from within, my strength of character bubbled to the surface, the will to live still stronger than my will to die. My hand was within inches of the hall table and in one-fell-swoop I grabbed its leg, throwing the table at her, and ran. Within seconds, she had taken hold of me and held me fast by the neck.
“Hey, Candra… want to be blood sisters? No, I didn’t think you would, but we’ve almost known each other for so long I would think you might care that I’m hungry.”
I was nauseated. My mouth went dry as I tried to speak. “I remember you. You were the waitress at the diner,but I saw you the other day.”
She laughed at my words and her response held a note of impatience. “You were always such a loner, too good for the rest of us, a Rosewood, but right now I’ve got better things to do than talk to you. I’m hungry, starving in fact.”
“You’ll make my family angry if you kill me and I’m sure you wouldn’t want to deal with them, now would you?”
She wasn’t listening to me. She eyed me up and down just like a tasty morsel, ready to be eaten. “What do I care? When I am finished with you, then you can…” A guttural laugh came from deep within her as she said, “be with your parents.”
She held my throat so tight that just trying to take in a breath was difficult. “You’re hurting me.”
“Hurting you? That is my intention, Candra; this is what hunters call sport. I’m having fun watching you struggle. It makes your blood more pleasing, dinner should be a pleasure, not boring.” She exposed her fangs, moving in for the kill.
“Stop!” Mr Bennet stood at the top of the stairs. He had a huge crossbow with an arrow in place and aimed straight for her heart.
She hunched her shoulders and hissed loudly.
“You want to kill me so you can have her all for yourself, but we can share if you wish, I don’t mind.” Her fangs were resting on my throat when the arrow pierced her body. She arched, her head falling backwards. She clutched the stainless steel-tipped arrow jutting out from her chest. I will never forget the look of surprise on her face when she burst into flames. I scooted away from the vampire. Fire consumed her until she became nothing but a pile of burning embers smoldering on the floor.

Birthright CONTEST!

My life was a jigsaw and up until now, the majority of the pieces had been missing. My parents had loved me and I, whether I was their natural daughter or not, had loved them. Kane had put some of the pieces in place for me, he’d given me answers to some of the puzzle, but now we needed to move on and find out about my heritage. I needed to know where I’d come from and I needed to find out about the legacy that was my supposed birthright. I looked up at Kane and in his eyes and I saw everything I needed know.

The contest goes as follows: Leave your name and email and I'll pick three of you to be included in my sequel.

Satan's Toybox: Demonic Dolls!

http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/96577

Remember when you got your first doll; that loveable companion who saw you through the best and worst of days? Remember when Barbie was the doll version of who you wanted to be when you grew up? Be careful what you wish for…

AUTHORS:Yvonne Bishop, Marissa Farrar,Carole Gill, Scott Goriscak,Lisa McCourt Hollar
Lisamarie Lamb Claudia Lefeve Tim Marquitz Jason McKinney Sue Midlock
Rob Miller T.K. Millin Kate Monroe Stacey Turner J.G. Williams Sam Williams and
Blaze McRob

Thursday, October 13, 2011

Opulent Mar, #fridayflash

This tale is short, but to the point, its details horrific, tormenting with fright. Nevertheless, it is a tale that should be told and to be repeated…over and over…again…

Cold and breezy the night wind blows. Trees, whose colorful faces are now dark, craggy and foreboding, moan their lamentations of souls that have met their maker.

As the illuminating orb shines upon the earthen ground, strange new sound’s swim freely through nights air…I squirm ever so delightfully. Their shrills of laughter, and fright stir my soul as I watch…waiting, and waiting even longer for that precise moment when hell shall break loose once more. Victims, those who cannot be named, cannot be found and will not remain on this earth ever again.
I grin.

Slowly they came. Upon the witching hour of complete chaos they came. Running…running wildly as they went through the gnarled limbs of soldiers that stood many years before, laughing with their weapons held high and candles, lit, dripping wax. They came.

They ran without care, in madness unforeseen before until they came to a clearing, then stopped…dead. The soldiers, of which I had spoken of, now encircled them, waiting…watching their every move.

“Now!”

As the one, who held the knife plunged its silvery blade into the skin. Up and down he repeated his movement until he pulled part of its head off and threw it on the ground. They laughed loudly as they all stared deep within its wound.

It was glorious, a feat beyond compare. Oh how I reveled in their delight!

In silence they did their deed, pulling out guts with bare hands and tossing them to the ground without care, without concern until all was emptied. Then, to mark their claim they drove their knives in making holes within its victim’s body. Chunks of flesh lay on the ground, its yellowish tone shined in the moon light. It was finished.

Then solemnly one by one they took their candles and placed them in the cavernous body. All stood, and stared at what they had done. Their eyes shined in their masterpiece of fright as the victims face, glowered in the darkness. An eerie sight it was.

Having my night fulfilled as such, I took to the winds and flew away. Another Halloween pumpkin was made.

Monday, October 10, 2011

The Newspaper

One of my favorite holidays is Halloween. What kid doesn’t like dressing up in silly or scary costumes and receive free candy? I mean, it’s just a given right?

It was a Thursday, school didn’t let out until three and it was only twelve. “Oh my gosh could the day get any slower?” The clock on the wall in Mrs. McDonald’s room was purposely going slow, or at least it seemed so. She was droning on and on about some explorer, while I dreamed of mountains of candy I’d be bringing home tonight.

“Ethan…”

I was brought back into the real world. “Yeah?”

“Sorry to have awoken you from your day-dreaming, but can you tell me if we should celebrate Columbus Day or not.” She stood there, arms crossed in front of her and a very stern look on her face.

“I…” decided to liven things up a bit, “…believe we should. It would give us a day off of school!”

Everyone chimed in with their agreements, to which we were suddenly hushed.

“Aside from that fact Ethan, what else can you tell us as to why you would still celebrate it.”

I thought a moment, trying to look like I knew what the answer was, when actually I had no idea.

“I, ah…well it’s like this…”

“Yes…..?” She urged me on. I hated it when she did that, especially when she knew I had no real answer to give.

“He, he discovered America and for that we have no school!” Smiling proudly and knowing that I had actually figured out a pretty decent answer.

“Alright, I’ll accept that…for now. Anyone else?”

“I think we shouldn’t because he was greedy. All he wanted was gold and it didn’t matter how he got it, just as long as he got his way. The man was evil!”

Sara…I sighed. Sara always brown nosed her way in the classroom and with the teachers. Everyone hated her because she knew everything and didn’t mind showing off.

“Exactly, but he did do some good correct class?”

“Yes Ms. McDonald.” We all sung.

That’s how the last few classes went. Slow, boring and slow. It wasn’t until the last bell had rung, that I was running home and thinking about all the fun I was going to have. Mom was in the kitchen finishing dinner when she said, “Ethan, do me a favor tonight, could you?”

Oh, oh, here it comes, the old be careful, don’t talk to strangers, and don’t eat any candy until your father and I have inspected it first.

“Could you while you’re trick or treating stop by the Gallegers home and check to make sure someone had picked up their newspaper?”

“Oh sure! We were going to go their first. Mr. Galleger always dresses up and sits in front of their bay window.”

“Well, I hate to disappoint you, but they’re not home which is why I want you to check that out for me.”

What? No Mr. Galleger? He was the highlight of the whole holiday! I was disappointed. Every year we’d race to their house and he’d be there, looking spooky. We’d even brave it by making silly faces at him on the way to their front door. Then, we say those famous words, “Trick or treat!” and he’d come over to the door, open it, and without saying a word, other than growl, he dropped a piece of candy in our bags. It was so cool.

Dinner was good, although I don’t remember what it was because I ate it so fast. Mother kept telling me to slow down, but I had to get out fast before all the candy, well, all the good candy would be gone.

Ding, dong…

“It’s Freddie, time to go!” I leapt out of my seat and grabbed my bag on the way out. “See ya!”

“Be careful!” Those words rang truth.

“The streets were filled with kids running from house to house and all in the neatest costumes I had ever seen. I couldn’t recognize anyone, which was part of the fun and you could hear “trick or treat” from the other side of the block. What a night this was!

“Hey, we have to stop at the Gallegers first, my mom said I have to check to see if their newspaper was picked up or not.”

“Do we have too?” Freddie complained. “Scott told me that there’s this one house on Western Avenue that’s all decked out for Halloween and real live monsters! Oh, and that’s not all! Screaming zombies that fly out at you on a rope and a bloody head in a bowl whose eyes pop open when you look at it. But, and this is the best part, there’s this guy, looks like Jason from the movie Friday the 13th and he’s carrying this chainsaw, a real one! He’ll follow you around and just when you’re not looking he pulls the cord and starts it up! Yeah! I’m not kidding you either!”

“Whoa…” This sounded too good to pass up. “Ok, let’s do it, we can stop and check the Gallegers house on our way back.”

We rounded the corner and saw all the people. Tons and tons of them, all waiting in a line down the sidewalk and even the police were there for crowd and traffic control! Freddie was right, it was cool and I even saw some of the monsters he was talking about. Screams and laughter filled the air as we got closer.

It was an old Victorian house, whose wrought iron fence was draped with a black cloth, cobwebs and gore was strewn everywhere. We waited, patiently in line, and it wasn't a long wait, thank god, because I don’t think I could have waited much longer. While we waited to go in and get our candy though I was looking around for that Jason guy, but I didn’t see him.

It wasn’t until we had gotten in and received our candy from this witch, who by the way was real spooky looking, that I saw him. Oh man, Freddie was right, he had a real chain saw and was following kids around the sidewalk just in front of the house. I wanted to stay and watch a bit more, but then that guy spotted me and turned around and headed straight for us.

“Um, let’s go to the next block ok? This was fun, but that Jason dude is headed our way, and I really don’t want to deal with him.” I was nervous and the closer he got the more I wanted to just turn and run.

“Chicken! He’s not real! He’s just someone dressed up like Jason that’s all.”

I started to walk to Whittier Avenue and this guy kept on following us. I mean, we were half a block away from the house and he still kept on.

“H-he’s not stopping Freddie, what should we do?” Do? Run and run fast and don’t look back is what I wanted to do.

“Nothing! Look I’ll prove it to ya!” Freddie can be brave, but this time he was dumb.

I watched in horror as Freddie walked right up to him and started to make faces at the guy.

“Come and get me Jason! Come and get me!” He was laughing all the while.

Then the guy spoke. He spoke in such a monotone voice, that it creeped me out. “You forgot the newspaper.”

"..."

Then it happened. I hadn’t expected it, but it happened. The Jason guy raised his chain saw and then in one fell swoop, sawed Freddie’s head off. It fell to the ground, as did Freddie. His hideous look of shock , still frozen on his face. I. just. Froze.

When I found my voice I screamed. “Freddie!” The guy looked at me and turned around and headed back to the house.

I thought to myself, “this is a nightmare!” I don’t remember running, but I did apparently, because I found myself back at home.

“W-what am I gonna do? What am I gonna do?” Then I remembered what the guy said just before he killed Freddie and I thought, if I don’t get the newspaper, he’s gonna come after me!

Again, I ran as fast as I could to the Galleger's house, and sure enough there was the newspaper. I bent down and picked it up. As I turned around my heart leapt out of my chest. There, face to face was Freddie.

I screamed.




One of my favorite holidays is Halloween. What kid doesn’t like dressing up in silly or scary costumes and receive free candy? I mean, it’s just a given right?

It was a Thursday, school didn’t let out until three and it was only twelve. “Oh my gosh could the day get any slower?” The clock on the wall in Mrs. McDonald’s room was purposely going slow, or at least it seemed so. She was droning on and on about some explorer, while I dreamed of mountains of candy I’d be bringing home tonight.

“Ethan…”

I was brought back into the real world. “Yeah?”

“Sorry to have awoken you from your day-dreaming, but can you tell me if we should celebrate Columbus Day or not.” She stood there, arms crossed in front of her and a very stern look on her face.

“I…” decided to liven things up a bit, “…believe we should. It would give us a day off of school!”

Everyone chimed in with their agreements, to which we were suddenly hushed.

“Aside from that fact Ethan, what else can you tell us as to why you would still celebrate it.”

I thought a moment, trying to look like I knew what the answer was, when actually I had no idea.

“I, ah…well it’s like this…”

“Yes…..?” She urged me on. I hated it when she did that, especially when she knew I had no real answer to give.

“He, he discovered America and for that we have no school!” Smiling proudly and knowing that I had actually figured out a pretty decent answer.

“Alright, I’ll accept that…for now. Anyone else?”

“I think we shouldn’t because he was greedy. All he wanted was gold and it didn’t matter how he got it, just as long as he got his way. The man was evil!”

Sara…I sighed. Sara always brown nosed her way in the classroom and with the teachers. Everyone hated her because she knew everything and didn’t mind showing off.

“Exactly, but he did do some good correct class?”

“Yes Ms. McDonald.” We all sung.

That’s how the last few classes went. Slow, boring and slow. It wasn’t until the last bell had rung, that I was running home and thinking about all the fun I was going to have. Mom was in the kitchen finishing dinner when she said, “Ethan, do me a favor tonight, could you?”

Oh, oh, here it comes, the old be careful, don’t talk to strangers, and don’t eat any candy until your father and I have inspected it first.

“Could you while you’re trick or treating stop by the Gallegers home and check to make sure someone had picked up their newspaper?”

“Oh sure! We were going to go their first. Mr. Galleger always dresses up and sits in front of their bay window.”

“Well, I hate to disappoint you, but they’re not home which is why I want you to check that out for me.”

What? No Mr. Galleger? He was the highlight of the whole holiday! I was disappointed. Every year we’d race to their house and he’d be there, looking spooky. We’d even brave it by making silly faces at him on the way to their front door. Then, we say those famous words, “Trick or treat!” and he’d come over to the door, open it, and without saying a word, other than growl, he dropped a piece of candy in our bags. It was so cool.

Dinner was good, although I don’t remember what it was because I ate it so fast. Mother kept telling me to slow down, but I had to get out fast before all the candy, well, all the good candy would be gone.

Ding, dong…

“It’s Freddie, time to go!” I leapt out of my seat and grabbed my bag on the way out. “See ya!”

“Be careful!” Those words rang truth.

“The streets were filled with kids running from house to house and all in the neatest costumes I had ever seen. I couldn’t recognize anyone, which was part of the fun and you could hear “trick or treat” from the other side of the block. What a night this was!

“Hey, we have to stop at the Gallegers first, my mom said I have to check to see if their newspaper was picked up or not.”

“Do we have too?” Freddie complained. “Scott told me that there’s this one house on Western Avenue that’s all decked out for Halloween and real live monsters! Oh, and that’s not all! Screaming zombies that fly out at you on a rope and a bloody head in a bowl whose eyes pop open when you look at it. But, and this is the best part, there’s this guy, looks like Jason from the movie Friday the 13th and he’s carrying this chainsaw, a real one! He’ll follow you around and just when you’re not looking he pulls the cord and starts it up! Yeah! I’m not kidding you either!”

“Whoa…” This sounded too good to pass up. “Ok, let’s do it, we can stop and check the Gallegers house on our way back.”

We rounded the corner and saw all the people. Tons and tons of them, all waiting in a line down the sidewalk and even the police were there for crowd and traffic control! Freddie was right, it was cool and I even saw some of the monsters he was talking about. Screams and laughter filled the air as we got closer.

It was an old Victorian house, whose wrought iron fence was draped with a black cloth, cobwebs and gore was strewn everywhere. We waited, patiently in line, and it wasn't a long wait, thank god, because I don’t think I could have waited much longer. While we waited to go in and get our candy though I was looking around for that Jason guy, but I didn’t see him.

It wasn’t until we had gotten in and received our candy from this witch, who by the way was real spooky looking, that I saw him. Oh man, Freddie was right, he had a real chain saw and was following kids around the sidewalk just in front of the house. I wanted to stay and watch a bit more, but then that guy spotted me and turned around and headed straight for us.

“Um, let’s go to the next block ok? This was fun, but that Jason dude is headed our way, and I really don’t want to deal with him.” I was nervous and the closer he got the more I wanted to just turn and run.

“Chicken! He’s not real! He’s just someone dressed up like Jason that’s all.”

I started to walk to Whittier Avenue and this guy kept on following us. I mean, we were half a block away from the house and he still kept on.

“H-he’s not stopping Freddie, what should we do?” Do? Run and run fast and don’t look back is what I wanted to do.

“Nothing! Look I’ll prove it to ya!” Freddie can be brave, but this time he was dumb.

I watched in horror as Freddie walked right up to him and started to make faces at the guy.

“Come and get me Jason! Come and get me!” He was laughing all the while.

Then the guy spoke. He spoke in such a monotone voice, that it creeped me out. “You forgot the newspaper.”

"..."

Then it happened. I hadn’t expected it, but it happened. The Jason guy raised his chain saw and then in one fell swoop, sawed Freddie’s head off. It fell to the ground, as did Freddie. His hideous look of shock , still frozen on his face. I. just. Froze.

When I found my voice I screamed. “Freddie!” The guy looked at me and turned around and headed back to the house.

I thought to myself, “this is a nightmare!” I don’t remember running, but I did apparently, because I found myself back at home.

“W-what am I gonna do? What am I gonna do?” Then I remembered what the guy said just before he killed Freddie and I thought, if I don’t get the newspaper, he’s gonna come after me!

Again, I ran as fast as I could to the Galleger's house, and sure enough there was the newspaper. I bent down and picked it up. As I turned around my heart leapt out of my chest. There, face to face was Freddie.

I screamed.