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Tuesday, February 19, 2013

The Black Hare





The Black Hare

     I don’t really know why you would care to hear this story again, but I’ll tell it. Mind you, this old lady doesn’t find any joy in telling it. I’m not long for this earth, and there are much more pleasant thoughts with which to occupy my time, young man.

     Alright, you know how it began. My husband Walter was working in the yard as usual. You know, if it weren’t for Walter always needing to be working in the yard, we wouldn’t even be discussing this. Walter and his gardening. I’d thought being a golf-widow had been suffrage enough, but once Walter got too old for that, he’d gone to gardening. What’s wrong with that, you say? Fresh air, a feeling of accomplishment? Let me tell you, I knew what he was up to. Avoiding me. I’m fair skinned, you know. An hour in that Florida sun and I’d swoon. Never cared for rolling around in the dirt. I refused to clean his clothes after a day of rutting around. He’d wear the same shirt and pants until they were literally rags, then rinsing them with the hose, hanging them on the clothes line for God and everyone to see. Who knows what the neighbors thought!

     Yes, I’ve wandered a bit. As I was saying, Walter was working in the yard.

     I sat in the shade on the back porch, sipping on an ice tea, reading one of my romances. There are people in this world that are truly in love, young man; in those books. I usually kept to the air conditioning, but I think I chose the shade of the porch as it was an unusually cool day for July. I think I sat there, relaxing with my drink and a book to spite Walter, just a little bit. That’s when he called out to me.

     “Look, Martha. Look!” he shouted to me from the very back corner of the yard, “It’s a hare! Entirely black!”

     As soon as I heard ‘black hare’ I dropped my tea. It burst all over the stone porch floor. My book joined it, soon ruined and wet.

     “It’s gone. You should’ve seen it. Maybe somebody’s pet got loose? Oh, well,” he said. Oh, well?

     Walter went right back to weeding around his roses, by God. Yellow roses. I hate yellow roses. They were the color of pee, excuse my French. Went right back to his task. Germans. What do they know? Any Irishman worth his salt knows an omen of death when he sees one. And Walter had seen one. I was terrified. Soon a death would come to our household. There was no denying it. No avoiding it. Never begin to make a dress on Saturday, or the wearer will die within the year. Those who marry in autumn will die in spring. A broken mirror brings seven years bad luck. The fool! Walter had seen the omen, and was none the wiser!

     I went inside, my stomach sour from the tea; my book forgotten. I sat hard on the nearest kitchen chair, ringing my hands, wiping them on my apron. Who would die? Myself? If only. I’m seventy seven years old; take me now Lord, if you should feel fit to. My Granddaughter? The dear had lost her mother, my daughter, but two years previous. Not even the Devil himself was going to take her away from me!

     “What happened here?” said Walter, when he came onto the porch. He sounded concerned, but then men have their ways to undermine you. Never completely trust a man, even a husband. No offense meant, I hope none taken.

     I sat crying at the table, my eyes blurred with tears. I could hardly make out the pattern of the apples and oranges on the wallpaper. You can well imagine my distress. Walter was as cool as a cucumber.

     “Now, now. No use crying over a broken glass and a paperback romance…” he started, laying his dirty hands on my shoulders. Thoughts of my little girl lying in state darkened my eyes to pitch. I would lose her! Not another! Walter was oblivious. Walter became silent after I’d shrugged him off. He got the broom and dust pan from the broom closet at the top of the basement stairs. I tried to explain what he’d seen. He told me not to get hysterical. Can you believe that? Not get hysterical? Didn’t he care for our baby? A callous man, Walter. Callous. He cleaned up the mess. I heard that broken glass hit the bottom of that dust bin with the finality of a broken heart. My broken heart. I decided it wasn’t going to end this way. I’d save my Granddaughter! Walter went to put back the broom. That’s when I pushed him. You want me to tell it all again? That’s when I pushed him down the stairs. He was the one who saw the black hare. He brought it on us. He might have lived, you know? He might not have split his head the way you say he did. If he had lived, I’d have been resigned to believe it were me or my grand-baby that were to die. But God chose Walter, now didn’t he?

     I didn’t know what to do. That’s why it took a couple of days to call you. My sweet Emily convinced me it was the right thing to do. Fifteen and so smart! I’ve told you everything twice over. It’s time to go? Alright, Officer Michael, I’ll go. You’ll find a good home for my grand-baby, won’t you?   

   

Check out my two short stories, now published on Amazon Kindle:


TRAILER PARK FROM HELL




LIFE'S A BITCH. A WEREBITCH.




"Life's a Bitch. A Werebitch." Available for FREE Download

Hi,

I'd like to make an announcement to all my dedicated blog followers (all three of ya):

My second short story, a Bobby Lee and Wiley adventure, "Life's a Bitch. A Werebitch." will be available for free download through Amazon Kindle this weekend (2/23 and 2/24).

You don't need a Kindle to read it. You can simply download "Kindle Reader" (or use "Kindle Cloud Reader" and read from your browser) here:

http://www.amazon.com/gp/feature.html?ie=UTF8&docId=1000493771

If you should happen to like it, post a review (if you should happen to hate it, post a review on a Stephen King book. He'll never notice.)

The link to the story below:

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00BFCMNMU

Peace out,

Tim





Slenderman Latest Pics Found

Here are a few pics I found online that I hadn't seen before. The Slenderman myth continues....

(click on the pics to enlarge)










Pleasant dreams....

Check out my two short stories, now published on Amazon Kindle:
TRAILER PARK FROM HELL
LIFE'S A BITCH. A WEREBITCH.

Friday, February 15, 2013

Story Promotion on "Promote Horror" Blog

My short story, "Trailer Park from Hell" is currently being promoted here:

http://www.promotehorror.com/2013/02/trailer-park-from-hell.html

This is a pretty cool blog that informs you of new releases; from movies, to books, to blogs etc.

There is a link under "Fantastic Blogs" on this page, to the right, along with other great sites worth checking out.

Tim

Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Life's a Bitch. A Werebitch, Now on Kindle


My second short story featuring my two lovable slackers, Bobby Lee and Wiley, is now on Kindle:

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00BFCMNMU

If you enjoy horror/comedy stories you'll be sure to get a kick out of the boys' exploits. It's a steal at the price of .99!

If you should decide to purchase it (or either of the stories now on Kindle), please be a sport and post a review: good, bad, indeferent or incomprehensible. Forget I said bad.

I'm responsible for the cover art for both stories, as well. Yes, I admit it.

I've removed the story in its rough draft form from my blog, per Amazon's requirements.

Sunday, February 10, 2013

Sympathy for Slender Man

Awesome Slender Man song:



Don't really know the back story on this great piece of animation.

Here's what's in the You Tube description:

"ADHD is a block of animation airing Saturday nights on FOX starting Saturday, July 27th from 11PM - 12:30AM and all over the internet right now. This shit is updated weekly."

GOOGLE IT! lol

Check out my two short stories, now published on Amazon Kindle:
TRAILER PARK FROM HELL
LIFE'S A BITCH. A WEREBITCH.

Tuesday, February 5, 2013

The Horrors of DC Comics Bronze Age

Although I'd been intrigued with horror movies and monsters in general from my elementary school days, it was my discovery of DC's line of horror comics throughout the 70's that really brought home my desire to create horror stories of my own. Even during my earliest youth I was an avid "draw-er," as my friends called me. Sometimes I feel I was born with a number two pencil in my hand, as I would spend hours drawing pictures of all types of subject matter. I had always assumed I'd make my living as an artist, and spent hours looking at the illustrations in books and magazines. I even penned my own hotrod car related magazines and gave copies to friends and classmates! But it was the DC horror comics that really influenced me, as both a writer and artist. Even as a filmmaker, as I made my own "Super 8" films with the neighborhood kids as actors and audience; all horror films, of course!

Here are a few covers of DC comics (I personally own over three hundred from this era):










 
Check out my two short stories, now published on Amazon Kindle:
TRAILER PARK FROM HELL
LIFE'S A BITCH. A WEREBITCH.

 

Monday, February 4, 2013

"Trailer Park from Hell" now available on Amazon Kindle



My short story Trailer Park from Hell is now available for download through Amazon Kindle. The story (in rough draft) has been removed from my blog (as required by Amazon), however for .99 you can download the full re-write / editted version at:

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00BAKU8IS

If you should happen to decide to purchase the story, let me thank you right here with a big wet toothless kiss! If you should actually decide to read it, please leave a review of some sort, even if it's just your grocery list or a hate filled rant.

I'd also like to thank everyone involved in getting me to this point (ya' know who you are), and be wary, this won't be the last Kindle project I do! I've nearly completed the edit and formatting for Life's a Bitch. A Werebitch., which will be the follow up to Trailer Park. Then, it's on to re-writes of my many other short stories which I'll eventually publish in a collection tentatively titled Ten Little Terrors.