Z Publishing House has picked up a short story of mine called Screaming Hills. As soon as the book is published I’ll provide the link to purchase the soft cover. I’m just a bit excited!
Update: As of 8/8/18 Screaming Hills, in their series Massachusetts’s Emerging Writers: An Anthology of Fiction, 2018, has been published by Z Publishing House. View the link below to read about the book.
Poems up on SpillWords Press:
Author of the month June, 2018. SpillWords interview
From time to time I’ll mention a short story I wrote for my cousin, Adam. He was in a tough situation and the only item left for me to give was to write. And I did. I wrote from the heart. He read the story and loved it.
It’s not perfect and it’s not professionally edited. People seem to enjoy it. It’s raw and I wish you luck getting past the graphic opening chapter. I’m told the ending is worth the effort. I hope you consider reading the amazon reviews and then the story.
An excerpt, Chapter 1
His heart pounded in his chest and his ears rang. He was in hell. He was sure of it. This moment; with this feeling of sickness, and pure hatred for what he felt, was hell. Welcome to hell.
No vomit came from his stomach. No vomit came from his throat and no vomit came from his mouth. His mid-section wretched up and down looking like an October cat in a filthy dance. Up and down his body rose and nothing came out. Yet he smelled his own vomit lingering all about him. Again, he rose up, and again he produced nothing. Beads of sweat were on his forehead and it wasn’t long before they fell onto the surface of the tub. He lurched heavily downward with a massive cough and something came up. Something vile and red landed onto the tub’s floor. Black. He saw nothing but black as he slowly faded and fainted again.
-Below are links to the amazon and Barnes&Noble website pages where you can download the short story. There’s a dog, mud, a river, and graphic situations such as the above excerpt.
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