Come over to The Dark Side | A New Society of Dark Poetry

The Time has arrived for A New Society of Poets…

A Society of Poets who master the dark art of Kintsugi…

Calling all lovers of Dark Poetry…

Enter if you dare…

The Kintsugi Poets Society

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The time has finally arrived.
I can finally unveil this new society of poets
that celebrate Dark Poetry in all its terrible beauty.
We are launching the Society with a
Grand Launch BlogHop of Dark Poetry – 21st July – 28th July.
Come over to The Dark Side…
Enter if you dare…

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Alesha Escobar tells us what she saw #TheDayTheSunStoppedShining

Adventure or Terror…what awaits us beyond the sun…Click here to find out…
It has been 3 days in Darkness…
I have forgotten what light and shadow look like…
Still on the run…
Creatures chasing me…
I found another survivor…
Her name is Alesha Escobar…this is what she saw
The Day The Sun Stopped Shining

“The kids are up,” I mumble to my husband as I pull the blanket up to my shoulders. When he doesn’t respond, I lightly elbow him in the ribs.

“It’s still dark…” He defiantly wraps himself in the blanket and leaves me without cover. I hate when he does that, just like he probably hates when I end up taking most of the bed and he’s hanging off a corner.

I look at my cell phone to check the time; the faint glow lights up my face. What the hell…?

“Mommy!” Lizzie bursts through our bedroom door with her two little brothers in tow. “Mommy, there was a man at our window! Now he’s at the door downstairs.”

Are they playing one of their games again? Their bedroom window is on the friggin’ second story.

“Why is it still dark at 9 a.m.?” I elbow my husband again. “Wake up, something’s wrong.”

The kids run downstairs. “Let’s go open the door! He’s at the door!”

“Stop!” I jump out of bed and chase them downstairs. They knew good and well not to open the door, especially for strangers. I stop them right before their little hands can turn the knob.

The sun still didn’t come up, and all I can hear are strange voices in the air…non-human ones. I don’t want to freak out the kids, so I try to distract them and order them to park their butts on the couch pronto.

“Where are my pants?” My husband lumbers downstairs in his t-shirt and boxers.

BANG!

The front door jolts like someone hit it with a battering ram, and my heart nearly stops. The kids start screaming and crying. What was going on?

“Mom,” Lizzie whispers.

“Yeah?” I gather her and her brothers into my arms. A hard, cold lump sits in my stomach and I almost double over in pain.

“The man that was at the door…”

“He’s gone.”

She shakes her head. “He says he’s upstairs in your bedroom. He says it’s our time to go.”

**********

The three things I’d do if the world were ending:

  1. Pray
  2. Try to protect my family
  3. Gather all my courage for whatever awaits!


Find Alesha L. Escobar here…
Author, The Tower’s Alchemist (The Gray Tower Trilogy #1)
http://www.aleshaescobar.com

For a list of other survivors and safe spots, find them below…
Alesha Escobar http://www.aleshaescobar.com
Amanda Haulk Taylor http://www.backwoodsauthor.wordpress.com/
Andrea Pearson http://andreapearsonbooks.blogspot.com/
Andrew Bell www.flightofman.com
Andy Holloman www.andyholloman.com/
Axel Howerton http://www.axelhowerton.com/
Brian Johnson http://fatherthunder.blogspot.com/
Caitlin Hopper http://caitlin-thefreelancingwriter.blogspot.com/
Cecilia Robert http://cecereadandwrite.blogspot.com
Charles Jones http://bizzarofiction.blogspot.com/
Davida Green-Norris (Dicey Grenor) www.diceyblog.wordpress.com
Diane Hartsock http://diannehartsock.wordpress.com/
Edward Owen http://dangerunfilteredcontent.wordpress.com/
Eileen Clemens Granfors http://www.authoreileengranfors.blogspot.com/
Georgina Kamsika http://www.kamsika.com/
James L. Hatch http://cookinwithmisshavana.blogspot.com/
Jason McKinney http://jasonmckinney.wordpress.com/
Johanna K. Pitcairn http://themanicheans.blogspot.com/
Joseph Pinto http://josephpinto.wordpress.com/
Julia Antione http://juephraime1.blogspot.com/
Julie Jansen http://juliejansen.blogspot.com/
Keith Weaver http://www.aboutkeithweaver.com/dream-weave-blog.html
Kelly DeWitt – Raven c.s. McCracken’s books http://ravencsmccracken.com/
Kim Koning http://kimkoning.wordpress.com
Lindsay Edmunds http://writersrest.com/
Marie Harbon www.marieharbon.com
Marissa Farrar http://www.marissa-farrar.blogspot.com
Matthew C Wood www.sunstoppedshining.wordpress.com/
Micheal Rivers http://michealrivers.com/blog/
Michelle Franklin http://thehaanta.blogspot.com/
Nadina Boun http://nadinaboun.wordpress.com/
P.R Mason http://agirlwithacomputer.blogspot.com/
Qwantu Amaru http://qwantuamaru.com/
Rae Lori http://raelori.blogspot.com/
Renee Pawlish http://tobecomeawriter.com/
Sheila Lamb http://sheilarlamb.com/
Shelley Workinger http://bookfare.blogspot.com/
Tim Ward www.timothycward.com/

 As with all adventures there will be survival packs given out…in the form of giveaways by each author.

Don’t hold your breath…

Don’t stand still too long…

You never know what may come up behind you…

The safest way to survive this is to keep running to every author listed above and find out 

What Happens when the Sun stops Shining

I am running a contest on the blog tour for the next 6 days…

Hurry! You only have 3 days!

Enter my contest by clicking on the red sentence below…

Read the rules here….


Keith Weaver tells us what he saw #TheDayTheSunStoppedShining

Adventure or Terror...what awaits us beyond the sun...Click here to find out...

We’re on the move now…

It has been dark for 2 days…

Nobody knows whether we will ever see light again…

On my run…

I found another survivor…

His name is Keith Weaver…this is what he saw

The Day the Sun stopped Shining

4 Days left...Will we survive whatever comes next?

“I get out of bed and creep out the bedroom to look through the bay window.  There is nothing, complete darkness; I can’t even see my yard.  There is no moon, it’s supposed to be daytime now yet the world is dark like an abyss.  The only thing I’m sure of are the noises coming from outside again.

I grab the poker by the fireplace, and decide to head outside.  The only comfort I have is the thought that certainly my neighbors are out there wondering what has happened as well.  Once outside, the noises seem to just stop; now I am fixated by the complete darkness and silence of a dead world.  I have to keep patting my own chest to make sure I am truly still there.

 Then I see it, a strange glow across the street.  I’m not sure at first what to do, but standing in complete darkness is too terrifying, so I decide to go investigate.  The closer I get to the glow, the more distorted it seems to become.  It’s almost as if my presence is irritating it in some way.

As I approach, the glow seems to take the shape of a woman.  I’m not sure who she is, but she appears to be sad.  The glowing woman turns to me and extends one hand, as if asking me to take it.  I’m in shock, what is this, a ghost?  Her eyes almost seem to plead with me for several moments, as if begging me to take her hand.  After thinking about it, I decide against this and take a step back.  The woman appears to let out a cry for help, then disappears and I’m back in total darkness…

…”It didn’t work, did it Doc?”

“No Mrs. Cooper, not this time either.  I promise you though, with our technology, your husband will come out of this coma eventually, we just need to keep trying.”

The Doc turned off the machine and slid his clawed hand back into his pocket and left the room.  Mrs. Cooper looked over her husband, he was still alive after over a year but dead to the world.  He slipped away when the alien invasion came, but she soon found out not all aliens were here to harm us.  Her only hope was that the price she had to pay for their help getting her husband back wasn’t too much?”

If the world really were ending, what three things would you do…

…if the world were ending without a doubt, here are the three things I would probably do.

  1. I would take a quick trip, probably somewhere unexpected like Paris (although flying out of the country in a time of chaos might not be possible).  If not, a road trip to Vegas.
  2. I would make amends and visit all my friends and family, see them one last time and let them know how I feel.
  3. I would ask my boys what they wanted more than anything in the world, and try to make that happen before.

When Keith is not on the run, he finds a safe haven here…

Follow his adventures on his blog

For a list of the other survivors I have found, find them below:

Alesha Escobar http://www.aleshaescobar.com
Amanda Haulk Taylor http://www.backwoodsauthor.wordpress.com/
Andrea Pearson http://andreapearsonbooks.blogspot.com/
Andrew Bell www.flightofman.com
Andy Holloman www.andyholloman.com/
Axel Howerton http://www.axelhowerton.com/
Brian Johnson http://fatherthunder.blogspot.com/
Caitlin Hopper http://caitlin-thefreelancingwriter.blogspot.com/
Cecilia Robert http://cecereadandwrite.blogspot.com
Charles Jones http://bizzarofiction.blogspot.com/
Davida Green-Norris (Dicey Grenor) www.diceyblog.wordpress.com
Diane Hartsock http://diannehartsock.wordpress.com/
Edward Owen http://dangerunfilteredcontent.wordpress.com/
Eileen Clemens Granfors http://www.authoreileengranfors.blogspot.com/
Georgina Kamsika http://www.kamsika.com/
James L. Hatch http://cookinwithmisshavana.blogspot.com/
Jason McKinney http://jasonmckinney.wordpress.com/
Johanna K. Pitcairn http://themanicheans.blogspot.com/
Joseph Pinto http://josephpinto.wordpress.com/
Julia Antione http://juephraime1.blogspot.com/
Julie Jansen http://juliejansen.blogspot.com/
Keith Weaver http://www.aboutkeithweaver.com/dream-weave-blog.html
Kelly DeWitt – Raven c.s. McCracken’s books http://ravencsmccracken.com/
Kim Koning http://kimkoning.wordpress.com
Lindsay Edmunds http://writersrest.com/
Marie Harbon www.marieharbon.com
Marissa Farrar http://www.marissa-farrar.blogspot.com
Matthew C Wood www.sunstoppedshining.wordpress.com/
Micheal Rivers http://michealrivers.com/blog/
Michelle Franklin http://thehaanta.blogspot.com/
Nadina Boun http://nadinaboun.wordpress.com/
P.R Mason http://agirlwithacomputer.blogspot.com/
Qwantu Amaru http://qwantuamaru.com/
Rae Lori http://raelori.blogspot.com/
Renee Pawlish http://tobecomeawriter.com/
Sheila Lamb http://sheilarlamb.com/
Shelley Workinger http://bookfare.blogspot.com/
Tim Ward www.timothycward.com/

 As with all adventures there will be survival packs given out…in the form of giveaways by each author.

Don’t hold your breath…

Don’t stand still too long…

You never know what may come up behind you…

The safest way to survive this is to keep running to every author listed above and find out 

What Happens when the Sun stops Shining

I am running a contest on the blog tour for the next 6 days…

Hurry! You only have 4 days left!

Enter my contest by clicking on the red sentence below…

Read the rules here….


#HolidayHop ‘s Winning Fairytale is ….

These are the #HolidayHop Authors...

IT is the 28th of December…

As promised here is the Winning Author…

Thank you to all the authors who participated…I enjoyed every fairytale…

But it is a contest which means there is a Winner…

To find out whose re-imagined fairytale won the grand prized of a printed copy of the anthology,

Tales for Canterbury…click on the golden laurel image below…

It will take you to the lucky Author’s blog…

Click on this image to take you to the winning author's blog...

 

 

 

 

Matthew C Wood tells us what he saw #TheDayTheSunStoppedShining

Adventure or Terror...what awaits us beyond the sun...Click here to find out...

 We’re underground…

They are hunting up there…

I found another survivor…

He not only survived but came up with this 6 day plan to survive…

We call him leader but…

His name is Matthew C Wood…this is what he saw

The Day the Sun Stopped Shining…

Five days left...Will we survive...What are you willing to do to survive?

“They say instinctively you know something is wrong – deep, deep down inside – before you really see the bigger picture. The tip-off is usually small, like it being cold in the house when your thermostat is set to warm the place up an hour before you ever wake.

It would have been my tip-off – had we not decided to invest in extra blankets in order to save some money on our bills. Fact is, the recession hit us hard. We needed all the help we could get. Needless to say, it was normal to wake up to darkness and biting cold at 6:30 on a winter’s morning.

Leaning over to shut off the alarm clock was a bust. It was as silent and lifeless at the street outside.

Weird. No streetlights, no lights in the neighbour’s houses? What was this, some kind of holiday nobody told me about? Fumbling around for the TV remote took a few moments and only serve to make my heart race when it failed to turn on.

“Is there another damn power outage?” My wife groaned beside me, “Man…”

“Yeah,” I muttered, “That’s it. power outage.”

“No coffee – guess I’m stoppin’ at Timmy’s today.” Timmy’s was a popular Coffee shop in town. For my wife it was a place of last resort – she couldn’t start the day without a good, strong cup of Joe, “Got some change?”

With a grimace I waved at the dresser. Not like I left my wallet any place else.

Despite the logical explanation, something still didn’t sit right. Why wasn’t the Cell Phone ringing with friends and neighbours asking/moaning/whining about the outage?

A quick check of that device found it to be as lifeless as every other gadget I’d tried so far, making my blood turn to ice. That thing was only charged overnight – if it didn’t work then either this was the world’s longest power outage, or something was wrong.

“Honey…” I was so wrapped up in my thoughts, running every possibility from Solar Radiation to the EMP produced from a Nuclear Detonation in my head, that I’d failed to notice her leave the bed, “Honeeey…”

“Mmm?” Still wasn’t paying attention.

“Come see.”

“Yes dear – in a second.” Now what in the world could I do to test my theories? Maybe try something battery-powered. Just two nights ago I had been reading this really obscure article about a Solar Storm throwing us all back to the 19th Century – was that guy right?

“HONEY!” She snapped, “COME…HERE.”

“What?!” I replied in kind, unhappy with being interrupted like that.

That moment, when she failed to get angry at the fact I’d been short with her, was when my mind finally went into a full-blown panic. She always took offence to being barked at. It would take the end of the flipping world to change that.

As I fearfully got out of bed and looked out of the window, my heart beating so fast and hard I could hear it, that I got my first look at the end of everything.

******

If the world were ending my three things would be:

  1. Tell my wife and Kids how much I love them.
  2. Make an attempt to survive (if possible)
  3. Pray. A lot.
When Matthew is not hiding underground or fighting for survival…
You can find him here…
Follow Matthew on His Blog
For a list of other survivors, some of who I will be talking to these 6 days, find them below…
Alesha Escobar http://www.aleshaescobar.com
Amanda Haulk Taylor http://www.backwoodsauthor.wordpress.com/
Andrea Pearson http://andreapearsonbooks.blogspot.com/
Andrew Bell www.flightofman.com
Andy Holloman www.andyholloman.com/
Axel Howerton http://www.axelhowerton.com/
Brian Johnson http://fatherthunder.blogspot.com/
Caitlin Hopper http://caitlin-thefreelancingwriter.blogspot.com/
Cecilia Robert http://cecereadandwrite.blogspot.com
Charles Jones http://bizzarofiction.blogspot.com/
Davida Green-Norris (Dicey Grenor) www.diceyblog.wordpress.com
Diane Hartsock http://diannehartsock.wordpress.com/
Edward Owen http://dangerunfilteredcontent.wordpress.com/
Eileen Clemens Granfors http://www.authoreileengranfors.blogspot.com/
Georgina Kamsika http://www.kamsika.com/
James L. Hatch http://cookinwithmisshavana.blogspot.com/
Jason McKinney http://jasonmckinney.wordpress.com/
Johanna K. Pitcairn http://themanicheans.blogspot.com/
Joseph Pinto http://josephpinto.wordpress.com/
Julia Antione http://juephraime1.blogspot.com/
Julie Jansen http://juliejansen.blogspot.com/
Keith Weaver http://www.aboutkeithweaver.com/dream-weave-blog.html
Kelly DeWitt – Raven c.s. McCracken’s books http://ravencsmccracken.com/
Kim Koning http://kimkoning.wordpress.com
Lindsay Edmunds http://writersrest.com/
Marie Harbon www.marieharbon.com
Marissa Farrar http://www.marissa-farrar.blogspot.com
Matthew C Wood www.sunstoppedshining.wordpress.com/
Micheal Rivers http://michealrivers.com/blog/
Michelle Franklin http://thehaanta.blogspot.com/
Nadina Boun http://nadinaboun.wordpress.com/
P.R Mason http://agirlwithacomputer.blogspot.com/
Qwantu Amaru http://qwantuamaru.com/
Rae Lori http://raelori.blogspot.com/
Renee Pawlish http://tobecomeawriter.com/
Sheila Lamb http://sheilarlamb.com/
Shelley Workinger http://bookfare.blogspot.com/
Tim Ward www.timothycward.com/

 As with all adventures there will be survival packs given out…in the form of giveaways by each author.

Don’t hold your breath…

Don’t stand still too long…

You never know what may come up behind you…

The safest way to survive this is to keep running to every author listed above and find out 

What Happens when the Sun stops Shining

I am running a contest on the blog tour for the next 6 days…

Hurry! You only have 6 days!

Enter my contest by clicking on the red sentence below…

Read the rules here….



I am interviewed for #SunStoppedShining Blog Tour

I am featured on Johanna K Pitcairn’s “The Manicheans” Blog

Click the above  to find out what we talk about.

 

 

#HolidayHop … and the winning reader is …

These are the #HolidayHop Authors...

Christmas has come and gone but…it is not the end of presents…

Here is the lucky winning reader for my HolidayHop Challenge…

Teressa Oliver

These were her 3 wishes…

If you were Santa for a day, and instead of gifts you could grant 3 wishes…

what would be the 3 wishes you grant and why?

1) That everyone has a complaint/issue/prejudiced against a group gets to walk a mile in that persons shoe for a month. For example, the wealthy who think that a poor person is just lazy and needs to get a job, someone who is racist or homophobic gets to change color or orientation, etc.

2) Perform a social experiment. Does absolute power corrupt absolutely? The entire world will now be controlled by women. Let’s see if we can do a better job.

3) As a child, my only escape from abuse was when I escaped into the fantasy of reading. I grew up very poor and can remember always wanting a book of my own. I learned that being able to read and getting an education was my only way out of the situation. So, my final wish would be to give the entire world the gift of being able to read.

Your ebook copy of Tales for Canterbury will be winging its way to you ASAP  

The Day the Sun Stopped Shining…It starts today…You have 6 days!

Adventure or Terror...what awaits us beyond the sun...Click here to find out...

The Sun has Stopped Shining…

Now over 50 authors, including myself, come up with a plan to survive…

These are the 50 plans we have come up with…

Sun Stopped Shining Blog Tour – List of Participating Blogs

Alesha Escobar http://www.aleshaescobar.com
Amanda Haulk Taylor http://www.backwoodsauthor.wordpress.com/
Andrea Pearson http://andreapearsonbooks.blogspot.com/
Andrew Bell www.flightofman.com
Andy Holloman www.andyholloman.com/
Axel Howerton http://www.axelhowerton.com/
Brian Johnson http://fatherthunder.blogspot.com/
Caitlin Hopper http://caitlin-thefreelancingwriter.blogspot.com/
Cecilia Robert http://cecereadandwrite.blogspot.com
Charles Jones http://bizzarofiction.blogspot.com/
Davida Green-Norris (Dicey Grenor) www.diceyblog.wordpress.com
Diane Hartsock http://diannehartsock.wordpress.com/
Edward Owen http://dangerunfilteredcontent.wordpress.com/
Eileen Clemens Granfors http://www.authoreileengranfors.blogspot.com/
Georgina Kamsika http://www.kamsika.com/
James L. Hatch http://cookinwithmisshavana.blogspot.com/
Jason McKinney http://jasonmckinney.wordpress.com/
Johanna K. Pitcairn http://themanicheans.blogspot.com/
Joseph Pinto http://josephpinto.wordpress.com/
Julia Antione http://juephraime1.blogspot.com/
Julie Jansen http://juliejansen.blogspot.com/
Keith Weaver http://www.aboutkeithweaver.com/dream-weave-blog.html
Kelly DeWitt – Raven c.s. McCracken’s books http://ravencsmccracken.com/
Kim Koning http://kimkoning.wordpress.com
Lindsay Edmunds http://writersrest.com/
Marie Harbon www.marieharbon.com
Marissa Farrar http://www.marissa-farrar.blogspot.com
Matthew C Wood www.sunstoppedshining.wordpress.com/
Micheal Rivers http://michealrivers.com/blog/
Michelle Franklin http://thehaanta.blogspot.com/
Nadina Boun http://nadinaboun.wordpress.com/
P.R Mason http://agirlwithacomputer.blogspot.com/
Qwantu Amaru http://qwantuamaru.com/
Rae Lori http://raelori.blogspot.com/
Renee Pawlish http://tobecomeawriter.com/
Sheila Lamb http://sheilarlamb.com/
Shelley Workinger http://bookfare.blogspot.com/
Tim Ward www.timothycward.com/

 As with all adventures there will be survival packs given out…in the form of giveaways by each author.

Don’t hold your breath…

Don’t stand still too long…

You never know what may come up behind you…

The safest way to survive this is to keep running to every author listed above and find out 

What Happens when the Sun stops Shining

SSsshhhh…Someone is coming…

I hear footsteps…rustling…

I must hurry…

Stop by here tomorrow…when I am sure we have lost whatever chases us…

I will tell you my secrets to surviving this terror…and I will have an expert’s help…

  • follow this blog
  • follow me on twitter – @AuthorKimKoning
  • like my facebook page here
  • make sure you hop to the other authors in this BlogHop
  • then….
  • Choose 5 items to take with you as you escape your house the day the darkness descends…tell me why you have chosen these items and how they will be useful to you…then tell me the first thing you will do or first place you will try find when you run as the darkness descends. > Comment with your answer in the comments below this post.<
A fantastic anthology of 34 talented authors including: Neil Gaiman, Jeff Vandermeer, Jay Lake, Sean Williams along with others. (Includes my debut short story - a YA dystopian "The Ring of Fire)


  • The best answer in originality and creativity will win ^^an ebook copy^^ of the above anthology “Tales for Canterbury” containing my short story, a YA dystopian tale “The Ring of Fire” – This book is full of survival tips to survive anything the world can throw at you – includes 34 stories including one by Neil Gaiman…
  • The contest runs from midnight (PST) 26/12/2011 and ends midnight (PST) 31/12/2011
  • I will announce the winners here in this blog on the 02/01/2011
  • HURRY…The darkness has descended…You have only 6 days left to survive or perish…


#HolidayHop welcomes Penelope Crowe…Last Chance to win some prizes~Enter now!

Click here to go blog hopping to more than 60 Holiday Hoppers...win prizes, enter contests and meet amazing indie authors...

Today I welcome Penelope Crowe to the blog with her fairytale for Christmas…

One day left to enter my contest and win some prizes....Hurry..Click here for the rules!

 

Henry and Greta were tired of being gophers.  Graduating first and second respectively in their class at Pratt three years ago meant nothing in the real world.  They had no relatives in the art community, and all their friends had careers of their own to worry about.

So they got other people coffee, bought paint, climbed the ladders when the museum light bulbs went out, and barely make a living.  Their apartment was an 800 square foot pre-war charmer, complete with roaches and windows that would not open.

Greta dreamt of a life in the country, with a little house of their own somewhere in the woods far, far away from the dirty city.

Henry’s drawings and paintings rivaled Cezanne.  Greta wrote words Hemingway would envy.  They worked on books at night and submitted them to publishers.

On Thursday Henry sketched some pictures to show the art director of the museum.  They  showed the stark white walls of the museum transformed by paintings that looked like stained glass.  Their placement brought to mind the opulent Baroque style of churches from centuries before.  

The sketches and ideas were stunning, and the art director dismissed him with a wave of his hand.    

The next morning the curator announced their next display—an architectural transformation of the museum showing paintings that looked like stained glass.  Congratulations were giving to the art director, the genius who thought of this wonderful idea.

Henry and Greta left the museum at 9:23AM, never to return.

They went home and gathered their books and illustrations in a portfolio and started walking uptown.

They left copies of their books with publishers on Varick Street, 24th, 53rd, Avenue of the Americas, and everywhere in between.  Their trail of literature led them to the front doors of the Waldorf Astoria.  Henry and Greta had to step aside as the doors swung open, and eight dogs of various shapes and sizes stepped through, followed by a very well-dressed old man.  

The dogs surrounded Henry and Greta and proceeded to bark.  They were silenced when the old man quietly spoke the two words “thank you.”  They sat down and looked at the man as if waiting for a treat.  

“My dogs have never been wrong,” smiled the old man.  “and they tell me you have something to show me.  Please come in and have tea.”

Hungry and thirsty after their journey through the city, they agreed.  

Sitting in Peacock Alley enjoying scones and tea, the old man, Mr. Kris, pointed past the opulent gift shop and told them his book shop was around the bend.  He had a first edition Animal Farm by George Orwell, and Dracula by Bram Stoker.  He had a handwritten journal with illustrations touted to be the works of DaVinci.  He said it was priceless.

“Please show me your work,” he said, “I am anticipating a glorious release.  Everyone has been waiting, and I want to be the one to show your art to the world.  My dogs are never wrong.”

Greta and Henry, though confused, showed Mr. Kris their books.  With a glimmer in his eye he requested copies, and informed them they would be ready for sale in one week.  Thank yous were exchanged, and Greta and Henry left shaking their heads.

They returned in one week and asked to speak to Mr. Kris, but no one knew who he was.  No one had heard of him.

As if by magic their books were in every bookstore they passed on the way home.  

Greta and Henry started to look for a place to live in the country.     

Find Penelope on her blog: http://www.penelopecrowe.blogspot.com/

Click here to get a copy…

Thank you for that tale Penelope. Every writer needs a Mr. Kris. Hope you find your’s this Christmas. Happy Holiday Hop and Merry Christmas! 🙂

Remember, Readers there is a contest going on this blog for the HolidayHop. Read all the rules and take up the challenge here There are fantastic prizes, just here on this blog you can win an ebook copy of an amazing collection of short stories plus you go into the grand HolidayHop prize draw for the Kindle Touch.Don’t forget to hop to the other bloggers this holiday season and let the festive spirit infect you!  It’s your last chance to win some prizes…enter now!

#Creepfest and in creeps a green elf bearing the name of winners … it may be you…

Click on the Creepmas tree to take you to more creepy posts on the blog tour...Hurry! There are Prizes!

It’s the 24th…the last night of Creepfest…the night before Christmas…

and in creeps a green elf…

She bears the names of 2 winners …

tales of Creepmas to spin was their task…

Their houses visited by the Ghost of Creepmas Past…

what horrors did he foretell, what terrors did he awaken…

The Ghost of Creepmas Past took you to the dark place of your Nightmares…

Tim C Ward

…this was his trip back in time courtesy of the Ghost of Creepmas Past…

He took me back to a time when my ears stuck out and my mom covered them with my shaggy hair. My brother and I had only one present that year, a long electronic train set. We shouted at the top of our joy when we entered the living room–me in my dino pjs and he in his ninja turtles. I pushed him aside; he hit his head on the corner of the couch and cried. I took a seat at the controls near the train station, flicked the switch, pressed the red button. Nothing happened.
My mom looked at me, hiding most of her face behind the hall. “I’m sorry. It doesn’t work.”
Tears burned as if they were lava trails burning my sorrow into permanent scars down my cheeks. The salty taste creeping over my lips drove nails through my heart. This was the worst Christmas ever.
The blood dripping down my brother’s nose and the shade of purple coloring his squinted face were too much to bear. I went to hug him but fell right through his form.
I looked up at the Ghost of Christmas. “Take me away. I’m going to be sick”

 

Ash Krafton

…this was her trip back in time courtesy of the Ghost of Creepmas Past…

 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.”

Congratulations to both Tim and Ash…I loved both flash pieces…

Happy Creepfest & Merry Christmas! 🙂

‘Twas the night before Christmas, the last night of #Creepfest…Patti Larsen creeps in covered in Red

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Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there.

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads.
And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap….

Hold that thought…

Nope….wrong 12 days…

You have just arrived on the 12th day of CREEPFEST…

Yes! Readers I am afraid we have reached the last day of Creepfest…

(Moans and groans ensue…)

Wait this means you have 1 day to creep to all the wicked minds on this hop…

Click on the Christmas tree above and it will take you to a world of Creepfest…

Don’t go too far…because coming up I will be announcing the 2 winners of my reader challenge…Watch this space

“Twas the last night of Creepfest

when all through the Bloggosphere

creatures were stirring, children knew to fear

the voodoo dolls were pinned with scare

In dread that soon Patti Larsen would creep in there…

Run…she’s coming…scaring children is what she does best…”

Patti: “I love fairy tale villains. I really do. In fact, part of me wishes they could win, now and then…

My favorite of all? The Big Bad Wolf. The poor guy, I mean really. He’s the Wile E Coyote of the story realm, isn’t he? First it was those stupid pigs. Come on, people–pigs are FOOD. He was just doing what comes naturally. And he was hungry. Hell, I had pork for dinner last night. Does that qualify me in the BBW category?

Then there was that stupid little girl in the red hood. Talk about an idiot. Everyone knows going out in the woods alone with a basket full of food makes you a target. Sheesh. Grow up, kid. And the Wolf, well, he knew the Huntsman was on his trail, right? It’s not his fault Granny died of a heart attack when he tried to hide in her house. That little brat of hers told her own story, though, didn’t she? Made BBW look, well, big and bad.

And what about the boy who cried wolf? Trying to get BBW into trouble like that? Kids have no sense these days, nasty little bullies. He had to know it would just add to BBW’s already degraded reputation.

Yup, poor Biggie. He’s had it rough. But I aim to change all that. My upcoming novel, Red, tells the story as it really happened, as he partners up with Riding Hood to destroy the Huntsman, the real culprit of the story. Maybe then folks will start showing BBW a little respect.”

 

About the Author: Patti Larsen is a middle grade, young adult and adult author with a passion for the paranormal. Her YA thriller series, The Hunted, is available now. Books one and two of The Hayle Coven series, Family Magic and Witch hunt are also out now, with the sequels, Demon Child and The Wild, due in December of this year. She is a full time writer and a part time teacher of her Get Your Book Done program. Patti lives on the East Coast of Canada with her very patient husband and four massive cats.

You can find her:

On her website: http://pattilarsen.com

On Facebook: http://facebook.com/pattilarsenauthor

Her writing blog: http://pattilarsen.blogspot.com

Her book blog: http://pattilarsenbooks.blogspot.com

On Twitter: http://twitter.com/#!/PattiLarsen

On Amazon.com and Goodreads

Thanks Patti…Red sounds Amazing…I know we all look forward to its release. Don’t keep us waiting too long. Thank you for that first little glimpse on this last night of Creepfest…It has been a pleasure hopping with you this Creepfest! Wishing you a happy last night of Creepfest and a Merry Scary Christmas…  🙂