#Creepfest ‘s host Rebecca Treadway is “Not so nice”


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It’s the 14th and you opened that creaking door!

Day 2 of #12DaysCreepfest

It’s Day 2 of 12 Decadent Days of Creepfest.

Today, in honour of the start of Creepfest, I have the pleasure of hosting

the Creepfest Host herself…none other than the wicked talents

of RL Treadway

This woman has mega talent as both an artist, author, blogger and social network guru.

So without further ado, I will give the space over to Rebecca.

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#Creepfest Guest Author’s Flash Fiction Challenge

1.) Re-imagine Santa’s visit to drop off gifts by putting a #Creepfest spin
on it. Max words: 200

Not So Nice

By RL.Treadway

“Who’s next on the list?”
“Tracy Hoffman.”
Santa eyeballed the palatial living room of spoiled Tracy Hoffman and
snorted.  “What could this rich kid possibly want from me this year?”
“Apparently a rare and I quote “Seventies Super Barbie”.
“Naughty or Nice?”
“Naughty.  Mom and Dad “forgot” to donate to the homeless shelter this year and Tracy said “More for me!”
“You don’t say?”  Santa put a hand on his hip and lay a finger to the side of his nose.
He set an elegant box beneath the tree with the clear plastic front forming a cathedral window around Seventies Super Barbie.  With a wink, the collectible transformed into a tired doll with grey hair, sagging breasts,
dropping eyes, and varicose veins marring spindly legs.
“I’ve seen real women that age in better shape.”  The Elf chortled.
Santa scratched the wall of the master living room, peeling away embroidered, imported wallpaper, sniffed the wall and satisfied – punched a hole in it.
The Elf plugged his nose at the odor of decay overwhelming the scent of pine.
“Oh lookie here, toxic mold.” Santa tossed his moldy glove into the fireplace, then snatched a cookie.
“Want one?”
“Thanks, Santa!”

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2.) On Santa’s list this year, would you be naughty or nice? Tell me three ways you got onto either the naughty or the nice list.

Rebecca: I’m on the nice list.

I refrained from beating up anyone who hassled me while I took a walk.
I held my tongue, which if you knew me – is rather difficult at times, when people turned unpleasant.
I helped out some street people a time or two with either money or food, or just talking to them like the people they are.

3.) Who is your favourite villain in a classic fairy-tale and why?

Rebecca: The wicked faerie in Sleeping Beauty.  Being overlooked like that was really mean and that was a wicked vendetta she slapped on their heads.  In the Disney version? I want Maleficent’s wardrobe and the ability to shape-shift into a Dragon!

4.) If you were a character in “The Christmas Carol”…who would you be and why?

Rebecca: The Ghost of Christmas yet to come.  I tend to be the one in the family reminding people they’re acting like jerks and a “look what’s going to happen to you” if you don’t shape up. :p Probably because I say it to myself all the time.

5.) What gift would you leave under the tree if you were the Christmas Grinch?

Rebecca: The wrapping would be gold foil with a red velvet ribbon. Said gift shall be filled with dust-ridden feline furballs and shredded toilet paper.


So more about me…

I don’t have a novel available just yet.  Here’s the blurb. (I hate these so I went snarky!)

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Aside from working on a dark fantasy novel series coming in Spring 2012, Rebecca’s first venture into e-publishing was a testing of the waters.  At  Amazon you will find collections of anxiety ridden and angry poetry written in her early to late twenties, the result is the critically acclaimed with 4 and 5 stars  – by three people – Grotesque Mind Circus. Shortly thereafter, inspired by arguments overheard by her ghetto neighbors – she wrote a freestyle “poem” called The Little Book of F**k You with a soon to be re-released cover make-over.  It’s sequel, the Little Book of F**k You, too!  is in the first draft since the neighbors were evicted.  She’s the Art Director for the
small press publisher Angelic Knight Press and keeps company with snarky intellectuals.
She’s inspired by Michael Moorcock, Robert Howard, and Hong Kong Cinema.

RL Treadway ~ #Creepfest is her brainchild

Here’s the links to the two poems in question and my Author page.

www.amazon.com/Grotesque-Mind-Circus-ebook/dp/B004RCLVNC

http://www.amazon.com/Little-Book-You-ebook/dp/B004V121Z6

http://www.amazon.com/Rebecca-Treadway/e/B004RXKLHS

Thanks, Kim!

/R

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Thanks Rebecca…Great post and I had to love Santa’s evil payback on a spoilt brat 😀 Thank you too for taking the time to guest on my blog…I know how busy you are. And if I were Santa’s elf, you would definitely be on the NICE list. Happy Creepfest!

So just a reminder…Rebecca’s flash fiction “Not so Nice” is the first entry into the Creepfest Challenge…Let me know what you think of it and check back here tomorrow for the second offering as you are going to help pick the winning Creepfest author at the end of the tour. Please let me know, in your comment below, how you rate this first story, in the challenge, by the wickedly, talented Rebecca Treadway out of 5 stars (5 = Brilliant). 

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Now…What you readers have been waiting for?

The Reader Challenge

~13/12 – 23/12~

I am going to ask you a question and you are going to answer it in the comments. Only 1 entry per person is allowed. However, to be eligible you need to:

  • follow this blog
  • like my Facebook Page
  • follow me on Twitter
  • after all this is done: tweet that you have been visited by #GhostofCreepmasPast and tag me @AuthorKimKoning 
  • Also make sure that you are hopping to the other blogs in this #Creepfest Blog Tour
  • These 5 tasks will make your entry eligible for the prize.

So drumroll…Here is the question challenge.

Question: The Ghost of Creepmas (Creepfest’s Christmas) Past is making a house call and this week he is visiting your house. He takes you back through time to your worst Christmas Nightmare. (This can be real or imagined.) Tell me about it in 200 words (max).

I will choose a winner and a runner-up on the 24th. 

The winner will win an ebook copy of Tales for Canterbury + $10 Amazon voucher

The runner-up will win a $10 Amazon voucher.

For more info on Tales for Canterbury (which includes my debut short story “The Ring of Fire), click below…

A fantastic anthology of 34 talented authors including: Neil Gaiman, Jeff Vandermeer, Jay Lake, Sean Williams along with others.

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4 Comments

  1. Rebecca, dear: Yeah, you’re more naughty than nice, but that’s precisely what I like about you. On a more objective level, I thought this piece was really fun and I suspect that if there really was a Santa Claus, this would be a more realistic behind-the-scenes portrayal. Let’s face it, even Jesus got pissed off from time to time, lol.

  2. I could never sleep on Christmas Eve. I’d lie in bed, listening to my baby sister snoring, straining to hear what was going on down the hall.

    Every noise would make me sit up. Was that a sleigh bell? Were those hooves tapping on the roof? The wearier I got, the more frequent the noises became.

    A creek from the closet. Did Santa come out of the wrong side of the chimney and fall into my closet? Would he find my Barbies and decide I didn’t need any more toys? Would he find where I hid Sissy’s squeaky baby doll? I *hated* that thing and hid it so she wouldn’t annoy me with it. Baby toys were stupid but if Santa found it, he wouldn’t understand. He’d just bump me onto the naughty list.

    The night wore on. I heard breathing outside my window. Was that a reindeer? Why did it growl? Did they eat children? Did they only eat the naughty ones?

    Dawn came. I jumped out of the bed and ran to my mom’s room. “Merry Christmas!” I shrieked, relieved the ordeal was over.

    “Back to bed,” mom mumbled. “Today’s not Christmas. It’s Christmas Eve.”

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