Category Archives: Month O’Screams
THE LEGEND OF BILLY BEAD
Love was lost and one heart grew sour,
Due to one groom’s roving eye.
He should’ve been wise, swallowed his pride,
And apologized to his bride.
Because she lost her mind, then he lost his life,
There was no second dance.
His bride waved her hand and said the words;
He never stood a chance.
Now when the moon is full and the ocean mourns
And the owl flies in the sky,
Pain and grief fill the lonely church
Where Billy Bead does lie.
A special treat today – join me for an interview with Bora “Max” Koknar, the narrator who made my short story, Jack, come alive in audio! And remember to comment on this post or sign up here for your chance to win a bunch of ebooks and a copy of Jack in audio this Friday…
Meanwhile, back here at the blog, the hits just keep on coming. Here’s what’s on tap for this week:
Tuesday, Oct. 22: Interview with humor author Ford Forkum
Wednesday, Oct. 23: Interview with biopunk author Brie McGill
Thursday, Oct. 24: Interview with audiobook narrator Bora “Max” Koknar
Friday Fiction, Oct. 25:
Excerpt: The Legend of Billy Bead by Cynthia Moyer
Excerpt: The Alien Bride by Brie McGill
Flash Fiction: Wraith by Cole Knightly
Excerpt: The Painting by Ryan Casey
Excerpt: The Sacrifices We Make by Saul Tanpepper
Looking for something to read? There’s plenty right here…check out the excerpts and short stories, author interviews and miscellaneous articles that have already been posted this month!
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“I love her, Vihtori.”
“You don’t get to love her, Veli. Put her out of your mind. We don’t have time for this bullshit. We have a mission.”
The brothers trudged their way to the house they were staying in while Veli’s mind dreamed of the woman he knew he could no longer live without. Dawn.
The Gambit: The Dread Wolf’s Bane
I’m driving faster than I should, and in Portland in a crap economy that’s just asking to get pulled over. But I’m in need of a cop, anyway, so maybe that would take care of two birds. “So, this is going to work, right?” I ask into my cell.
“The literature is spottier than I’d like. But it will stop him.”
“Okay. But by stop, we don’t mean kill, right? Because if he dies, I’m going to prison, probably forever.”
The Man had already cheated Death once this morning, so when he turned away from the radiant face of his wife and stepped off the porch and into the busy-bright flow of the September day, the crisp, loud clack of the hard rubber soles of his shoes on the sidewalk sounded to him like an affirmation of life and living and all things that are vibrant. The breathless air was crisp and clear. He held his gaze determinedly forward, in front of himself. A sort of a smile touched the corners of his face. Today will be different, he assured himself, even though he knew it wouldn’t be. Before he had even reached the front sidewalk, his footsteps sounded to him like the ceaseless ticking of a clock.
“I’m afraid your time is about up, m’dear.” She’d left him prone in preparation for his death, and now she examined every inch of his skin, looking for any sign of disease or rot. Not that it mattered too much – he would be laid to rest in the bottom of their huge compost pile to return to the earth like those who had come before, but if there was no obvious sign of disease, she’d chip up his limbs for the flower bed first.