“Damn it, Sam! You don’t have a lock because then I’d never see you! Why can’t you just do what I tell you to do?” John shouted. I could see the sparks in the air as Sam broke, something snapping inside of him after months of walls upon walls being built up between them. “Because […]
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It was the game he played whenever John acted as someone with more authority than a roommate who fed Sam and paid all the bills. Instead of fighting his father, Sam would just keep his mouth shut and react as if no one were speaking to him at all. “I don’t think he can hear
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There are three kinds of people indie authors depend on to keep their dream alive: 1. People buying the author’s book 2. People telling others about the author’s book 3. People who leave reviews for the book once they’re done reading it Bless the person who is all three! Reviews, particularly, can be pretty hard
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(If text reads too small, click image to see it larger) Today (5/31) and tomorrow (6/1), A Symphony of Cicadas is FREE for Kindle users at Amazon. Download it here: http://amzn.to/17ayBAP Don’t have a Kindle? You don’t even need one! If you have a smart phone, you can download the Kindle app and read it
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I visualized the tall ceilings of the church, picturing the dark wood support beams that were in contrast with the white of the walls. I could see the sunlight streaming through the colorful glass windows that showed the scenes leading up to the crucifixion and resurrection of Christ. In my mind the communion was all
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“Muffin! Mr. Tinkles!” Edna cooed down the hall. She clicked her tongue against the top of her mouth, creating a quick sound that echoed around the house. From a back room we could hear a drop to the ground and a low meow. Edna had described to us two balls of playful fluff when telling
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It was Aunt Rose who encouraged me to balance on top of the playground equipment blocks from her house, cheering me on as I shuffled with fear on the tiny beam that stood eight feet above the sand, and applauding when I was successful in making it to the other end. She let me roller
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“Joey!” I called out. The word hung in front of me, trembling in the air but traveling no further than the space around me. “Joey!” I tried again, only to have my voice swallowed by the thick atmosphere surrounding my presence. I took a deep breath and screamed his name once more, using all of
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“Mom, watch out!” he cried, the terror in his voice breaking the moment without warning. I jerked my head forward as a semi-truck straddled the yellow line on the windy road, coming straight at us. With no shoulder on the road, there wasn’t anywhere to pull over on my right. Instead, the right hand side
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My friend and colleague, Robert Digitale, is not only an excellent journalist, but he is also a man who appreciates a good story. He is the author of Horse Stalker, has headed up several multi-authored collaborations between both novelists and journalists, and keeps a blog with our local newspaper named Digitale Stories, dedicated entirely to
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