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  1. Do You Dare - Story Sample

    Thanks. And yeah. There's a reason I'm taking it seriously. I got hit by a truck while on my motorbike 2015. I don't think I'll ever get back to full time work. Certainly not the career I was in. So I need to squeeze every little bit out of my brain power that I have left. It's been nearly 3 years since the accident, I still can't walk properly. And I'm in a lot of pain 24/7.
  2. Do You Dare - Story Sample

    Hi Everyone, I thought I'd put a sample each week of my short stories. Available on Amazon in e-book format as well as paperback. Also available to purchase direct from me for our digital currency 1000 ABY The Author “You killed me, you bastard!” The man across the street screamed, pointing an accusing finger in Andrew’s direction. Andrew looked about him, bewildered, for it had seemed as if no one else had heard him. He assumed the guy was crazy and everyone else was ignoring him. He turned back towards the man. “Yes, you, arsehole. You killed me!” The man screamed at Andrew again. He started to cross the street, stepping directly into the path of an oncoming bus. Andrew stared in horror as the bus passed straight through him, not slowing or swerving, as if the driver did not see him at all. The man continued walking across the road towards Andrew, appearing again as the bus moved on. Andrew just stood there, mesmerized. The man was halfway across the street when a look of recognition crossed Andrew’s face. Startled out of his state of shock, he ran; he ran as fast as he had ever run before in his life. Dodging in between people if he could, pushing them out of the way if he could not, and ignoring the cries of indignation behind him. He glanced back once, only to see the man standing where Andrew had been mere seconds before, laughing, and then he vanished. Andrew continued running, street after street, until his legs felt like they were going to give way. Finally the crowd began to thin out and he allowed himself to slow down. Once no one was in sight, he came to a complete stop. There he stood glancing frantically about, gasping for breath, his lungs feeling like they were on fire. Looking across the street he saw The Southern Cross Pub standing there, surrounded by big businesses, looking completely out of place. It seemed familiar to him as crossed the street. He knew he had never been there before, he had no idea where he was at all, but he decided to enter and have a drink or two to calm his nerves. Inside it was dark and gloomy; he stood at the doorway waiting for his eyes to adjust so he could see. It had an old rotting smell to it that was unpleasant but bearable, at least for someone who desperately needed a drink, anyway. As his vision compromised with the dimness he glanced around, taking in his surroundings. His heart had returned to a normal pace, his lungs no longer burning painfully. The bar was directly in front of him. The bartender was sitting behind it with a newspaper propped up in front of him, oblivious to the fact that he had entered. To the right was a row of tables and chairs, and a man was slumped over one with an empty bottle of cheap bourbon in front of him, still half full. Andrew walked up to the bar to be served, but the bartender ignored him as he continued to read his newspaper. After a few seconds Andrew cleared his throat to attract his attention. The bartender looked up from his newspaper, with a sigh he put it down and stood up, walking over to Andrew. “Double bourbon, thanks,” he asked without waiting to be asked. The bartender walked over to fill the glass. “Actually, give me the whole bottle,” Andrew added as he sat himself down on a stool. The bartender dropped the bottle in front of him and took Andrew's money without saying a word. Gone are the days of the friendly barmen, Andrew thought, somewhat regretfully. Andrew poured himself a drink and picked up the glass. He sat there looking intently at the drink before lifting it to his lips and took a large gulp. It had been quite a few years since he had had a drink and he savoured the taste of it in his mouth, thrilled at the feel of it burning his throat on the way down and fondly remembered the warmth as it spread in his stomach. “You shouldn’t have done that, you know,” a voice spoke from behind him.
  3. Do You Dare - Story Sample

    I'm getting them all professionally translated into Russian now.
  4. Do You Dare - Story Sample

    Thanks. 8 more samples to go. 10 short stories all up.
  5. Do You Dare - Story Sample

    Thank you Frank. I appreciate that.
  6. Do You Dare - Story Sample

    This is my first book. Horror/thriller
  7. Do You Dare - Story Sample

    Hi, for paperback version or e-book? And where are you located? Paperback including postage (US) 0.0030btc/5070ABY Autographed copy inc postage (US) 0.0045btc/7610ABY E-book emailed 0.0015btc/2550ABY
  8. Do You Dare - Story Sample

    Hi Guys, So it's a little late, about 3 weeks actually. But here's the sample of the second story, MirrorMirror. Available from Amazon or from me directly. Do You Dare? 10 short story compilation. MIRROR MIRROR David stepped off the bus into the howling wind, swinging his bag over his shoulder as he watched the vehicle turn the corner and disappear from sight. He stared up at the moon as it slid behind a dark storm cloud and, shivering, he drove his hands deep into his pockets, drawing his jacket around him in an effort to keep warm. Then, glancing around, he crossed the road to the dirt track that would lead home. Every night of the week he would take the same route home after work—a fifteen minute walk from the bus stop—and every night his imagination would play tricks on him. Tonight was no different. He hated the late shift. With his head down, he trudged along and tried to keep occupied with thoughts of work, of anything, really, besides his surroundings. Then it started: the feeling of being followed. At first he ignored it but it only got stronger, impressing upon the edge of his mind and eating away at his efforts to keep it at bay, until it exploded into his senses with such ferocity, that he spun around, searching the foreboding darkness behind him. His eyes darting about, probing the night, trying to see whatever it was he could feel. His heart pounded explosively in his ears, making it impossible to hear a thing. David realized he was holding his breath; he forced himself to exhale slowly, then he drew in a deep, shaky breath, the cold night air burned his lungs. He started to feel foolish. Turning around, he continued his trek home. He tried whistling but stopped, for it sounded eerie in the darkness around him. Deliberately he turned his thoughts inward, attempting once again to block out his surroundings. He thought of Lynn, who was at home in their bed, and quickened his pace, eager to lie down by her side and feel her warm body against his. He would feel safe when he was home. His thoughts were disrupted by footsteps behind him, just out of time with his. David quickened his pace, not daring to look behind him, scared of what he might see. Or perhaps more frightening was what he might not see. The footsteps quickened also, still just out of time with his. He could imagine the figure behind him, its claws reaching out to him, sliding around his neck and ripping his head clean off. Finally, he could take it no more. He spun around and walked backwards, knowing what he would see: nothing. He could hear nothing, either. He stopped, listening harder for the footsteps that had also stopped, if they had ever been behind him in the first place. David stood there and listened in the dark, the wind roaring through the trees, waiting for the other to make the first move. "Who's there?" he asked finally. Good one, he thought. Who is going to answer? And as if I want them to… No one did answer him, besides the wind. Cautiously he turned around and started to walk home again, realizing he was already halfway there. He shrugged deeper into his coat as if to ward off a chill that had nothing to do with the weather, and quickened his pace once more. His eyes darting from side to side, searching the trees as paranoia set in. Suddenly the wind died. David froze, glancing frantically about. Not even a slight breeze rustled the leaves of the trees, and as he listened, he realised that something else was wrong, dead wrong. He could not hear anything, not a single night noise came forth. He knew he had not gone deaf, as he could still hear his heavy breathing and his heart pounding frantically. His imagination began to run wild; he backed away from the edge of the track, turning around to see if anyone was coming at him from behind. There was nobody there. More importantly, there was nothing there. There was a large bush staring at him. He stared back, half expecting it to come alive and make a move to grab him. He forced himself to calm down. Nervously he took a step forward, then decided against checking the bush and quickly headed off home again. He had gone only a few feet when he heard a rustling behind him. Jerking around, David gazed in terror at the bush, and his eyes felt like they were going to pop right out of his head. It was shaking violently, then out of its depths a shadow darted, right across the track and into the bush on the other side. He stood there dumbstruck, mouth wide open as his mind tried to comprehend what he had just seen.
  9. Do You Dare - Story Sample

    Thank you so much. it's a bit late, but I'll post the second story sample up tonight.
  10. Do You Dare - Story Sample

    Thank you
  11. Do You Dare - Story Sample

    I'm getting all my stories translated into Russian. I'll let you know once they are ready
  12. Website Advice

    Just after some advice/recommendations. Want to set up my website (again, I did have it years ago) to display my work and have it available for purchase direct from the website, making it available to buy with crypto etc. Advice on where to go/who to use much appreciated. thanks
  13. Author intro

    Hi Everyone, took me a few months to actually get my butt on here, lol. But better late than never right? Seeing as I finished my short stories about 15 years ago, and only just got them published, through Amazon self publishing. So about me, I'm from Australia, born in Victoria, but spent most my life in Perth, Western Australia. Love my country. It's beautiful and deadly. I have traveled all around Australia. A bit in my younger years with my dad when he was a truck driver. Then I did a couple of road trips with some friends while I was in the Australian Navy. 7 years service. I did 2 years at sea where we did go all around Australia. I recently had a death experience. I don't say near-death, as I actually died on the operating table. Short story, in Sydney, on my motorbike. Truck driver didn't see us and t-boned us as he failed to give way entering the round about. Was very serious, and I'm still recovering, but that experience is what gave me that push to get my stories edited, artwork done and published. The environment is vastly different to say 10 years ago. Self publishing was an extremely expensive process with little support. If you had no idea about marketing etc, you'd end up with 4000 books in your basement/attic/spareroom waiting for family and friends birthdays or something. lol. Now it's so easy. Changing the way we view the industry... and now block-chain technology is set to revolutionize it again. Anyway, happy to be here, hopefully can make some cool industry contacts. cheers James p.s. currently in North Carolina, USA
  14. Do You Dare - Story Sample

    you just want a copy of this one? Or you want all 10? Make a reasonable donation of ARB to get me on my way and I can email it to you.
  15. Website Advice

    awesome. thank you
  16. Do You Dare - Story Sample

    lol. I'm not offended mate, it's all good. I'm Australian, we don't really get offended. I don't speak Russian, but you said you'd gladly read it if it was in Russian. So I got the first story translated, as I have other Russian friends it was probably overdue. lol
  17. Do You Dare - Story Sample

    thank you
  18. Do You Dare - Story Sample

    as just following on from you saying that you'd gladly read if it was in russian. In an attempt to please other readers.... get accused of skipping it through an interpreter. If I had not done it.. I would be what? rude and ignorant of another reader demographic/customer base perhaps?
  19. Do You Dare - Story Sample

    haha. fair enough. Wasn't asking for interpretation. Just that it read right... smoothly, so that you enjoyed the stories. I already found issues, where they missed some text, so it would go from russian to english then back to russian.
  20. Do You Dare - Story Sample

    I had it converted to Russian if you're interested. I'd consider a reduced price to know how it turned out. lol. In PDF format.
  21. Do You Dare - Story Sample

    Is this on the main website?
  22. Author intro

    Thanks everyone for the welcome, support and advice. Much appreciated.
  23. Review Program

    yes. that is true... I don't bother with reading reviews myself. Like the movies... all the critics hate it.. I go watch it. Critics love it... I'm out. and funny? I know right. lol. to be fair, I actually got an honest review from two friends. This one from my old housemate... "I was skeptical at first, but this is very well written, and a very enjoyable book to read. It hooks you and reels you in with creative spooky twists around every corner with an aura of unpredictability and suspense. It is definitely worth the purchase! Looking forward to future releases from this author!" G Huff so... shouldn't complain too much I guess. lol
  24. Review Program

    So, I think we need to set up a review for rewards program. For authors/readers (not sure how it would work for other artforms, but could possibly if those people want to put in their opinion) So a Reader says they would read and review my book. They put their review up here for "review".. for the community at large to reward. If they think it's a harsh review, they get a low reward. If they think it's fair they get a higher reward, as predetermined.. or determined by the person reviewing the review. Then, perhaps the average of those reveiws, determines the reward that the author pays to their reviewer. Then the author can share that review, or request the reviewer to put the review up on whatever platform it is. Be it Goodreads, Amazon, Facebook, Instagram or their own website. Maybe I'm over complicating it... maybe there already is something in place? Open to suggestions etc. Also, while I have your attention.. I have a couple of friends I'd like to bring in to our community. Is there a referral link that I'm not seeing .. that I can send them... cheers James D Armstrong
  25. How to buy/get ArtBytes

    ahh.. right.. cheers mate. I already say on my facebook page that people can pay with crypto. so..
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