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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. 

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9 hours ago, Gates said:

It is a pity that your works are not in Russian. I would gladly read

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. 

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13 hours ago, JDArmstrong said:

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. 

translate a book, just skipping it through an interpreter is not an option, you know?))

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:) Some time ago we talked about having authors presenting a small initial book and having people pay them in order to have more chapters. We did not try it though.

 

Great idea, and great work!

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11 hours ago, Gates said:

translate a book, just skipping it through an interpreter is not an option, you know?))

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.

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12 hours ago, Gates said:

translate a book, just skipping it through an interpreter is not an option, you know?))

 

Just now, JDArmstrong said:

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.

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?

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14 hours ago, JDArmstrong said:

 

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?

I did not mean to offend you. I just do not think that you speak Russian, that's why I assumed so.

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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

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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.

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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

 

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