Tommy looked from the moon to the scarecrow who was now alive. Its eyes burned an eerie green color, and its cut out mouth was now filled with razor sharp teeth and plump red lips. The scarecrow broke the bonds that held its wrists and ankles in place, and floated out towards Tommy, who, of course, took a few steps back, stopping when his butt reached the green corn stalks.
The scarecrow looked down at him, and Tommy up at it. Their eyes locked, and a second later two bolts of green lighting shot out of the scarecrow’s eyes and entered Tommy’s.
This short story is about a desperate man hungry for revenge. Sometimes revenge comes with a price.
Originally posted as the Dun Writin’—Now Whut? series on this blog, EDITING 101 is a weekly refresher series for some of you and brand new for others.
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Using Song Lyrics in your Manuscript
You’ve just written the most perfect restaurant love scene imaginable. As your two main characters unite on the dance floor, the haunting strains of “Unchained Melody” play in the background. The lovers gaze deeply into each other’s eyes as the song’s lyrics pass through their ears, melding their souls together in acoustical rapture:
Wait! Stop! Halt!! Turn off the radio, unplug the phonograph, and disconnect your online radio station! Are you crazy? Are you looking for a lawsuit?
<Author looks around incredulously>
“Who, me? Now what does this woman want me to do? Eliminate the perfect words from this scene?”
Yep, that’s exactly what I want you to do. You’re not…
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A corpse turns up with strange marks on its neck, key people in the town are disappearing – and who are those pale, sharp-toothed strangers the townsfolk can’t seem to notice?
For Sheriff Clayton Harris, there can be only one conclusion. But how can one lone lawman take on the nest of bloodsuckers that has taken root in his town? With the help of an undead sidekick, of course. Come inside and meet Sheriff Harris and Sherwin Williams, the sheriff/vampire duo that joins efforts to save the imperiled town of Nosfort from its impending doom.
Hop on a thrill-ride with Sherwin and Harris in an entertaining combination of mystery, biting and fun. Enter the small East Coast…
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Evening in South Texas. The citrus scented breeze fans the palm fronds. Lovers linger in the growing darkness, hoping to steal a moment alone.
But their solitude is about to be shattered as legends of the Border come to life to claim new victims. Tragedy, love, terror and myth merge in this trio of tantalizing tales…
Yesterday, in class, he’d noticed she’d drawn his name on her notebook and put a little heart around it. That was all the invitation Ethan Miller required. He’d been eyeing Yesenia Morales for weeks, wondering if he dared ask her out.
The pretty Mexican-American girl had been his tour guide when he’d arrived on the campus of The University of Texas- Pan American three months ago, freshly out of the…
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The Elevator – a long novella (or short novel) – dark fantasy with elements of science fiction and mild horror. Oh, and there’s an appearance by a dragon.
An ordinary elevator. An ordinary morning.
Four people step into the elevator and it begins to ascend. Just another dreary day in the office, they think.
Until the door opens…
“Thanks, Tara,” I said.
She shrugged again. “Don’t go thinking we’re all mates here. As soon as that door opens onto what it’s supposed to, I’ll go to my sales meeting and blank all this—and you people—from my mind.”
“Oh, nice,” said Kim.
“Nah,” said Jack, without looking up. “She’s got the right idea. None of this…
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Lifted from a promo blog by a friend of mine, this is my best selling book (so far). Why not pour glass, sit down by the fire with the curtains drawn, and enjoy!
Today’s scary post is for The Showing, book one of Mister Jones Mysteries, by my friend Will MacMillan Jones. If you want to be on the edge of your seat this is the story for you. ‘Hi…
Fantasycon.. nothing to match it. (Except Eastercon, Bristolcon, Novacon, Edgelit… oh dear.)
So at hideously early on Friday morning newest Grimmie Pete Sutton, Piotr Swietlik and I piled into the con-mobile for the five-hour drive to Scarborough for a weekend of shenanigans at FantasyCon by the Sea, which took place in two hotels, henceforth refered to as The Shining and The Hellmouth. They were a pair of mouldering Victorian piles (in every sense of the word) with a beautiful view of the beach and the north sea. Or, in the case of my room, the car park. But who wants to spend time in their room at a con when there are people to catch up with, panels to see and nonsense to talk?
We swiftly decamped to the Grimbold books table up on the balcony, to meet up with BFS Award nominated author Steven
MPoore (High King’s Vengeance), and Kristell Ink table-wrangling stalwart Joel Cornah (
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