This is a new stories series that I am working on. I will have to sit and go through all my photos to complete this but I have the start ready.
Standing below the skeleton tree I looked up at the golden glow coming from the window. It had been too long since I left her side, wandering the world in search of my destiny. So many miles of road beneath my feet, yet my path brought me back here, ending up in the place I had started.
It had been winter when I walked away, the world blanketed in soft white that reflected the glow from her window. She had sent me away, angry at my choices. I swore then I would never return. Spring had found me far away, yet my heart harked back to that window, longing curling in my belly for her sweet face.
I fought my way through summer, splashes of red staining the bright green that flowed across fields. Men and boys dying meant less to me than the home I could have had. The song of a single bird echoed with my memories of home.
Fall called me back, the dying of the colors bringing memories of times lost. Finally I came back to where I started, standing here working up the courage to climb those stairs and ask if I could come home.
Next in my audio drabble series. Click on the link to hear me reading it
Well last night wasn’t fun. Like so many I have allergies. Woke up in the morning with congestion which moved on to a half head of pressure, then pain, nausea, light and sound sensitivity and lethargy. Made me not want to do much. Then when I finally gave in and took an allergy pill before bed, while the mind would not shut down! Lots of very weird and funky stuff would not stop till I got up and wrote them down. Here is what goes on in the mind of the Mad Writer when she can’t sleep.
First a really bad poem
Alergies to what
Everything it seems
sun up too long
missing long cool nights
Can’t wait for fall
Lying in bed
pain in my head
go to sleep you said
Wishing it was easy
only slightly less weezy
meds aren’t even helping
making me too cheesy
Then this dribble
I told him back off, leave me alone. If he had listened then I wouldn’t be watching as his blood pooled beneath him. Never say I am doing nothing and to make you a sandwich when I am writing. Really, just get up and do it yourself, stupid. Sorry dear.
Then some various story ideas. From this one I am gonna call Zombies, Viruses and Mad Men
It’s been ten years since everything collapsed. The old world ended pretty messily.
There were monsters of mankind’s making, both living and dead. Things were pretty bad for a long time, but nothing can last forever.
While the big cities had turned into wastelands or war zones, there were still places out in the world that were barely touched by the madness that had descended. Places that had been hidden so well that they looked like a part of the natural world around them. There were pocket valleys high in the mountains or small islands shrouded by mist on the big lakes. Small enclaves deep into the desserts where few went and even underground caverns that held groups who knew how to hide.
When what ever it was that animated the dead ran out, bodies covered the streets and fields where humanity used to be the thickest. Then came the year of disease. Those who had not succumbed to the viruses let loose by the governments and those thinking they would overthrow those governments changed. There were good, bad and truly evil left, but the numbers of humans dropped from seven billion to just under a million world wide.
I imagine there were places never touched by the plagues, places that the militias hadn’t risen or that the mafias hadn’t taken. I was young when it all went down, a mere child if you want the truth. Recounting how I survived the city after my mother had hidden me away before she had been taken by the gang is another tale, one I try not to remember. It took me a long few weeks to get past the men with guns during the day and the monsters at night.
Before it collapsed there were all kinds of theories. The most popular was of course the whole zombie/virus thing. So many thought they could just blow the heads off and they would survive.
To the beginnings of a possible YA story
I wanted to be a good daughter and support my parents, but the idea of switching school into a private academy one hundred miles from all my friends was bad enough. Being forced into wearing a uniform with knee socks and a little skirt? Well let me tell you I argued with my parents.
“Mom, come one! This is ridiculous!”
My mom just smile and shook her head. “It isn’t ridiculous persay, sweet heart.”
I tolled my eyes as I tried to tug the skirt down to show less leg. “Really, Mom? You would have never wore this…this!”
My mother chuckled even more before reaching behind me. “Well, I wouldn’t know about that.” She opened what I thought was just some boring old book and turned it toward me. “Open up to page 65, Sara.”
Out of curiosity I did and I swear my eyes near popped out of my head. There in living color was a picture of a much younger version of my mother dressed in the same uniform. She wore it with more style than I thought she had. I mean come on this is my mom. She usually was found dressed in jeans and a tshirt, yet she made that uniform look like something straight out of my favorite manga.
You never know what might come out of my head at night. There was another bit but I dont share erotic content. Nope I write it down and sell it! Now here is hoping one of those two story bits turns into something more than a few paragraphs in a folder. Back to the salt mines
Yup Christmas is quickly approaching. Everyone is out trying to buy that perfect present for their loved ones and as far as I can tell they are not looking at ebooks at all. I have not seen a sale in the past 11 days!
Now normally I would be like, okay fine, but with a collection that came out just before Thanksgiving and only four sales on that book so far, well I am wondering what I am doing wrong. The two reviews I received were great. Those who read it love the tales. So what am I doing wrong?
I have tried out two different low cost ad places and have seen no reaction to the ad. Could be the placement, could be the title but who knows. What worries me is that I have planned another collection to be released next weekend.
Holiday Flashes of Fiction won’t be expensive. I plan on only charging 99 cents for it since these are extremely short little tales. So this is a call for you my readers to take a look at my titles, see if there is anything you are interested in. I try to keep my prices low on all ebooks and as low as possible on my paperbacks.
Now back to Christmas. I have been working feverishly on gifts to give…makes me wonder what you readers are doing?