This week I have two short stories in the 'Desert Bus'....one story is about a guy running from the authorities, another running from a past love...
And a sci-fi short story in 'Spectacular Tales II'...about a homesick astronaut stuck on an outpost...
Busy week :-)
I've also started the sequel to "How to Build a Castle in Seven Easy Steps"...
It's called "How to Sink a Ship in Eight Excruciatingly Tedious, Stinkingly Evil Nights"...
Getting back up with the old characters and moving them on :-) Watch this space.
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Monday, October 12, 2015
Saturday, October 10, 2015
WQ137 +
Waiting...
...for my new novella 'All For Love' to appear in some message somewhere, telling me it's close to publication, because it was edited and the cover was ready 3 months ago...
...for the Iron Writer Autumn Open to begin next week and the crazy collection of votes can start...
...for the October Firefly Magazine to come out...
...for the chance to continue with my 'collaboration' book with DL Zwissler which might help me reach a larger audience...
...for ideas to finish the 2nd book in the 'How to' series.
But now...
...I've had a go at the WQ137...
http://theironwriter.com/the-iron-writer-challenge-weekend-quickie-137/#comment-244620
And just to help those with weary clicking fingers, here it is... :-)
...for my new novella 'All For Love' to appear in some message somewhere, telling me it's close to publication, because it was edited and the cover was ready 3 months ago...
...for the Iron Writer Autumn Open to begin next week and the crazy collection of votes can start...
...for the October Firefly Magazine to come out...
...for the chance to continue with my 'collaboration' book with DL Zwissler which might help me reach a larger audience...
...for ideas to finish the 2nd book in the 'How to' series.
But now...
...I've had a go at the WQ137...
http://theironwriter.com/the-iron-writer-challenge-weekend-quickie-137/#comment-244620
And just to help those with weary clicking fingers, here it is... :-)
137 – image of an empty rail track in the autumn,
melancholy, nostalgia
Leaves fell as he lay there, strewn across the tracks.
"I remember when we came here, anytime we could.
We sat beside this track, blanket down, basket out, holding cheese sandwiches
and our glasses of Chardonnay, and we watched as the 3:20 from Bexhill whizzed
by."
The tracks began to vibrate, upsetting those leaves
resting on the smooth, worn steel rails.
"You'd laugh as I choked on my last gulp of wine,
and I wouldn't mind. To be with you was...everything... Those were the days...
and now, now that you have left... now there is an emptiness, a melancholy, a bottomless
pit of despair. The blanket is down, the basket out, but there are no
sandwiches for two, no glass of Chardonnay."
He took a last swig from his Jack Daniels bottle and
threw it into the woods.
"I wish for those days again, to relive them, to
breath them, to feel them... But it cannot be. Those days have gone
forever."
The rumble of the train grew louder, the tracks coming
alive.
"And so I say farewell. To you. To the memory of
you."
The train's horn blew long and hard as it sped along
the tracks.
Friday, October 9, 2015
Two stories in a NEW anthology! Desert Bus
Yes, today "Desert Bus" was published, and I have 2 short stories inside :-)
This is the paperback version, but the ebook will soon be out...
http://www.amazon.com/Desert-Bus-Line-Lion/dp/1940938597
It's a collection of stories about characters who need to escape, be somewhere else, or just experience a trip on a bus driving through the desert.
AND...
I got through to the Iron Writer Autumn Open Final, thanks to you!
Next week the Final will begin, and I'll need your vote :-)
AND...
I have a plan for the next book in the "How to" series...oh yes, be afraid, be very afraid...
This is the paperback version, but the ebook will soon be out...
http://www.amazon.com/Desert-Bus-Line-Lion/dp/1940938597
It's a collection of stories about characters who need to escape, be somewhere else, or just experience a trip on a bus driving through the desert.
AND...
I got through to the Iron Writer Autumn Open Final, thanks to you!
Next week the Final will begin, and I'll need your vote :-)
AND...
I have a plan for the next book in the "How to" series...oh yes, be afraid, be very afraid...
Sunday, October 4, 2015
Manna-X #FREE ...and WQ136
Yes, Manna-X is #FREE again! I've gotta people to read my work and this is the way...if any of you pick it up, please read and review! Please!
http://www.amazon.com/Manna-X-Dani-J-Caile-ebook/dp/B00D94CWF0
I'm also doing quite well in the Iron Writer Autumn Open Prelims, 5 days to go...
http://theironwriter.com/the-iron-writer-challenge-129-2015-autumn-equinox-open-homer-bracket/
And I did Weekend Quickie 136, a good one :-)
http://theironwriter.com/the-iron-writer-challenge-weekend-quickie-136/
...but here it is, anyway :-) Hope you like it!
http://www.amazon.com/Manna-X-Dani-J-Caile-ebook/dp/B00D94CWF0
I'm also doing quite well in the Iron Writer Autumn Open Prelims, 5 days to go...
http://theironwriter.com/the-iron-writer-challenge-129-2015-autumn-equinox-open-homer-bracket/
And I did Weekend Quickie 136, a good one :-)
http://theironwriter.com/the-iron-writer-challenge-weekend-quickie-136/
...but here it is, anyway :-) Hope you like it!
136 – image of Chinese baby in tub, Precocious, Nonplussed
When she opened the door, I was taken aback.
"Hua?" Her face was pale, her eyes like two
black pools. She said nothing, only gesturing me inside. "Not getting
enough sleep with the new one?" I hadn't been around since the birth of
their daughter.
"You could say that," replied Hua, shuffling
in her slippers. I followed her into the kitchen.
"Sorry, I couldn't come around earlier. How's
the...?" I stopped in my tracks, and Hua moved past, towards the cooker.
In the middle of the floor was a baby, resting in a small tub of water, with a
towel over its head. It looked so... confident. Strange. I bent down to greet
the girl. "Well, hello there..."
"Bow when you address me!"
I fell backwards in surprise, nonplussed.
"Wha...?"
"I said bow when you address nobility!" The
baby pointed her finger down forcefully.
"I...I..."
"I am Empress Jia, reincarnated! Bow,
peasant!"
I looked over at Hua and she was already on the floor,
bowing away. Empress Jia? I'd done my history, I knew who that was, but the
baby? Incredible. The baby was speaking.
"Now, get me a towel! I believe I have bathed
enough for now!" The baby stood up and turned around, her arms held
horizontally, readying herself. Hua passed me a towel and I put it around the
baby's shoulders.
"She's a bit... precocious, isn't she?" I
whispered to Hua.
"Silence! Otherwise I will call the
executioner!" Chang, Hua's husband, walked in holding a sword...
Thursday, October 1, 2015
Autumn Open Prelims 2015...Voting fingers!
I'm in the Iron Writer Autumn Open Prelims and as usual I've written a good ol' story about two losers called...
"Losers United!"
...original, huh...well, the story is, especially with those elements!
Please, go check out the elements, the stories, and vote for the best!
http://theironwriter.com/the-iron-writer-challenge-129-2015-autumn-equinox-open-homer-bracket/
If you're in need of a little more reading, there are also two other brackets, where some good ol' writer friends have their stories, for example, DL Zwissler, Mathew W Weaver...
http://theironwriter.com/the-iron-writer-challenge-129-2015-autumn-equinox-open-edward-abbey-bracket/
...and my mates Richard Russell, Mamie Pound...
http://theironwriter.com/the-iron-writer-challenge-129-2015-autumn-equinox-open-doug-adams-bracket-2/
AND...big news...the FIRST EDITION of the Firefly Magazine will be out very soon! Keep you posted...
"Losers United!"
...original, huh...well, the story is, especially with those elements!
Please, go check out the elements, the stories, and vote for the best!
http://theironwriter.com/the-iron-writer-challenge-129-2015-autumn-equinox-open-homer-bracket/
If you're in need of a little more reading, there are also two other brackets, where some good ol' writer friends have their stories, for example, DL Zwissler, Mathew W Weaver...
http://theironwriter.com/the-iron-writer-challenge-129-2015-autumn-equinox-open-edward-abbey-bracket/
...and my mates Richard Russell, Mamie Pound...
http://theironwriter.com/the-iron-writer-challenge-129-2015-autumn-equinox-open-doug-adams-bracket-2/
AND...big news...the FIRST EDITION of the Firefly Magazine will be out very soon! Keep you posted...
Sunday, September 27, 2015
WQ135!
Here I go again :-) A new Iron Writer Weekend Quickie, 250 words, 3 elements...
http://theironwriter.com/the-iron-writer-challenge-weekend-quickie-135/
This Thursday starts one week of reading and voting in the Iron Writer Autumn Open Prelims! Please get your voting fingers ready!
Oh, I've copied my WQ135 here, too :-)
WQ135 - an image of a crowd in a busy town, altruism, ostracism
It had been a long time since he’d been ostracised. He remembered that horrendous day, those thousands of ostraka with his name sat there in a pile on the assembly floor. They said it was the largest amount ever collected, a record still held for all he knew. He was only trying to help them, the citizens of the place he once called home, from the plague of rats that had appeared almost overnight. He had worked selflessly with altruism to solve the problem, and that was exactly what he’d done. Pumping the toxic poison he had created into the sewers had ridden the town of rats, but unfortunately had also seeped into the ground and contaminated the local drinking water. It was then found that one of his chain of wholesale stores had drawn the rats to town with forgotten raw meat left in a backyard, rotting away.
Now, here he was on the threshold of returning, after many years of travelling, surviving, looking for a way to live after such a calamity. Stepping over the town border, he began to walk the streets. As he moved onwards, he felt that something had changed. It was no longer the place he once knew, no longer the quiet, peaceful community he loved and adored. Within a few minutes he found himself deep within the crowd, suffocating, being pushed from one shoulder to the next, unable to see where he was going.
“Oh my!” he cried out. “The vermin have returned!”
http://theironwriter.com/the-iron-writer-challenge-weekend-quickie-135/
This Thursday starts one week of reading and voting in the Iron Writer Autumn Open Prelims! Please get your voting fingers ready!
Oh, I've copied my WQ135 here, too :-)
WQ135 - an image of a crowd in a busy town, altruism, ostracism
It had been a long time since he’d been ostracised. He remembered that horrendous day, those thousands of ostraka with his name sat there in a pile on the assembly floor. They said it was the largest amount ever collected, a record still held for all he knew. He was only trying to help them, the citizens of the place he once called home, from the plague of rats that had appeared almost overnight. He had worked selflessly with altruism to solve the problem, and that was exactly what he’d done. Pumping the toxic poison he had created into the sewers had ridden the town of rats, but unfortunately had also seeped into the ground and contaminated the local drinking water. It was then found that one of his chain of wholesale stores had drawn the rats to town with forgotten raw meat left in a backyard, rotting away.
Now, here he was on the threshold of returning, after many years of travelling, surviving, looking for a way to live after such a calamity. Stepping over the town border, he began to walk the streets. As he moved onwards, he felt that something had changed. It was no longer the place he once knew, no longer the quiet, peaceful community he loved and adored. Within a few minutes he found himself deep within the crowd, suffocating, being pushed from one shoulder to the next, unable to see where he was going.
“Oh my!” he cried out. “The vermin have returned!”
It
had been a long time since he’d been ostracised. He remembered that
horrendous day, those thousands of ostraka with his name sat there in a
pile on the assembly floor. They said it was the largest amount ever
collected, a record still held for all he knew. He was only trying to
help them, the citizens of the place he once called home, from the
plague of rats that had appeared almost overnight. He had worked
selflessly with altruism to solve the problem, and that was exactly what
he’d done. Pumping the toxic poison he had created into the sewers had
ridden the town of rats, but unfortunately had also seeped into the
ground and contaminated the local drinking water. It was then found that
one of his chain of wholesale stores had drawn the rats to town with
forgotten raw meat left in a backyard, rotting away.
Now, here he was on the threshold of returning, after many years of travelling, surviving, looking for a way to live after such a calamity. Stepping over the town border, he began to walk the streets. As he moved onwards, he felt that something had changed. It was no longer the place he once knew, no longer the quiet, peaceful community he loved and adored. Within a few minutes he found himself deep within the crowd, suffocating, being pushed from one shoulder to the next, unable to see where he was going.
“Oh my!” he cried out. “The vermin have returned!” - See more at: http://theironwriter.com/the-iron-writer-challenge-weekend-quickie-135/#sthash.hkSBVk2J.dpuf
Now, here he was on the threshold of returning, after many years of travelling, surviving, looking for a way to live after such a calamity. Stepping over the town border, he began to walk the streets. As he moved onwards, he felt that something had changed. It was no longer the place he once knew, no longer the quiet, peaceful community he loved and adored. Within a few minutes he found himself deep within the crowd, suffocating, being pushed from one shoulder to the next, unable to see where he was going.
“Oh my!” he cried out. “The vermin have returned!” - See more at: http://theironwriter.com/the-iron-writer-challenge-weekend-quickie-135/#sthash.hkSBVk2J.dpuf
It
had been a long time since he’d been ostracised. He remembered that
horrendous day, those thousands of ostraka with his name sat there in a
pile on the assembly floor. They said it was the largest amount ever
collected, a record still held for all he knew. He was only trying to
help them, the citizens of the place he once called home, from the
plague of rats that had appeared almost overnight. He had worked
selflessly with altruism to solve the problem, and that was exactly what
he’d done. Pumping the toxic poison he had created into the sewers had
ridden the town of rats, but unfortunately had also seeped into the
ground and contaminated the local drinking water. It was then found that
one of his chain of wholesale stores had drawn the rats to town with
forgotten raw meat left in a backyard, rotting away.
Now, here he was on the threshold of returning, after many years of travelling, surviving, looking for a way to live after such a calamity. Stepping over the town border, he began to walk the streets. As he moved onwards, he felt that something had changed. It was no longer the place he once knew, no longer the quiet, peaceful community he loved and adored. Within a few minutes he found himself deep within the crowd, suffocating, being pushed from one shoulder to the next, unable to see where he was going.
“Oh my!” he cried out. “The vermin have returned!” - See more at: http://theironwriter.com/the-iron-writer-challenge-weekend-quickie-135/#sthash.hkSBVk2J.dpuf
Now, here he was on the threshold of returning, after many years of travelling, surviving, looking for a way to live after such a calamity. Stepping over the town border, he began to walk the streets. As he moved onwards, he felt that something had changed. It was no longer the place he once knew, no longer the quiet, peaceful community he loved and adored. Within a few minutes he found himself deep within the crowd, suffocating, being pushed from one shoulder to the next, unable to see where he was going.
“Oh my!” he cried out. “The vermin have returned!” - See more at: http://theironwriter.com/the-iron-writer-challenge-weekend-quickie-135/#sthash.hkSBVk2J.dpuf
It
had been a long time since he’d been ostracised. He remembered that
horrendous day, those thousands of ostraka with his name sat there in a
pile on the assembly floor. They said it was the largest amount ever
collected, a record still held for all he knew. He was only trying to
help them, the citizens of the place he once called home, from the
plague of rats that had appeared almost overnight. He had worked
selflessly with altruism to solve the problem, and that was exactly what
he’d done. Pumping the toxic poison he had created into the sewers had
ridden the town of rats, but unfortunately had also seeped into the
ground and contaminated the local drinking water. It was then found that
one of his chain of wholesale stores had drawn the rats to town with
forgotten raw meat left in a backyard, rotting away.
Now, here he was on the threshold of returning, after many years of travelling, surviving, looking for a way to live after such a calamity. Stepping over the town border, he began to walk the streets. As he moved onwards, he felt that something had changed. It was no longer the place he once knew, no longer the quiet, peaceful community he loved and adored. Within a few minutes he found himself deep within the crowd, suffocating, being pushed from one shoulder to the next, unable to see where he was going.
“Oh my!” he cried out. “The vermin have returned!” - See more at: http://theironwriter.com/the-iron-writer-challenge-weekend-quickie-135/#sthash.hkSBVk2J.dpuf
Now, here he was on the threshold of returning, after many years of travelling, surviving, looking for a way to live after such a calamity. Stepping over the town border, he began to walk the streets. As he moved onwards, he felt that something had changed. It was no longer the place he once knew, no longer the quiet, peaceful community he loved and adored. Within a few minutes he found himself deep within the crowd, suffocating, being pushed from one shoulder to the next, unable to see where he was going.
“Oh my!” he cried out. “The vermin have returned!” - See more at: http://theironwriter.com/the-iron-writer-challenge-weekend-quickie-135/#sthash.hkSBVk2J.dpuf
Friday, September 25, 2015
New Interview on Black Heart Magazine!
I have a new interview on Black Heart magazine, thanks to Laura Roberts! Thank you!
Click on the link below to have a look :-) I'm getting more personal here, why not, no one's getting any younger...
http://blackheartmagazine.com/2015/09/18/seven-easy-questions-an-interview-with-dani-j-caile/
I won Iron Writer Challenge 128, thank you to all who voted, your vote makes me win...literally. Thanks for your support!
I'm also in the Autumn Open Prelims (Challenge 129) and it's a pretty good story, if I say so myself!
I'll post the link as soon as I've got it.
Anything else? Hush, hush, something big is happening...:-)
Click on the link below to have a look :-) I'm getting more personal here, why not, no one's getting any younger...
http://blackheartmagazine.com/2015/09/18/seven-easy-questions-an-interview-with-dani-j-caile/
I won Iron Writer Challenge 128, thank you to all who voted, your vote makes me win...literally. Thanks for your support!
I'm also in the Autumn Open Prelims (Challenge 129) and it's a pretty good story, if I say so myself!
I'll post the link as soon as I've got it.
Anything else? Hush, hush, something big is happening...:-)
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