As I said before...
"Yes, unfortunately, the internet being as it is, this blog has been attacked by ROBOTS. In the last few months I've used it less and this is my final entry.
If you are a 'real' person and can see this, my work and stuff will be over at Niume.com, where I'm getting 50+ REAL readers of anything I post.
Books and anthologies are coming out all the time, I'm busy trying to write down the latest from my head and waiting for the sequel to "How to Build".
Other than that, I hope to see you over at my new place.
Bye!"
So, I'm over at Niume now.
If you wish to join, please use my referral link.
Thank you!
https://niume.com/?ambassadorID=17429
Wednesday, November 30, 2016
Thursday, November 17, 2016
Attacked by Robots
Yes, unfortunately, the internet being as it is, this blog has been attacked by ROBOTS. In the last few months I've used it less and this is my final entry.
If you are a 'real' person and can see this, my work and stuff will be over at Niume.com, where I'm getting 50+ REAL readers of anything I post.
Books and anthologies are coming out all the time, I'm busy trying to write down the latest from my head and waiting for the sequel to "How to Build".
Other than that, I hope to see you over at my new place.
Bye!
If you are a 'real' person and can see this, my work and stuff will be over at Niume.com, where I'm getting 50+ REAL readers of anything I post.
Books and anthologies are coming out all the time, I'm busy trying to write down the latest from my head and waiting for the sequel to "How to Build".
Other than that, I hope to see you over at my new place.
Bye!
Saturday, October 22, 2016
Writers Games Anthology 2 out now!
And it's out! The anthology I've been waiting for!
72 Hours of Insanity: Anthology of the Games.Vol 2
Inside are many, many GREAT stories, all written in a 7 week period of craziness, with rules, deadlines, genre... it was fun, it was exhausting...and also infuriating! Somehow, I was able to get into the Top 3 on one week and get a story inside!
...which means that I can now release my collection of the other 6 stories that were great too but didn't get in because others were just so damn awesome or I broke a rule or two.
Get a copy today... or tomorrow. Tomorrow brings the Paperback edition, I think.
72 Hours of Insanity: Anthology of the Games.Vol 2
Inside are many, many GREAT stories, all written in a 7 week period of craziness, with rules, deadlines, genre... it was fun, it was exhausting...and also infuriating! Somehow, I was able to get into the Top 3 on one week and get a story inside!
...which means that I can now release my collection of the other 6 stories that were great too but didn't get in because others were just so damn awesome or I broke a rule or two.
Get a copy today... or tomorrow. Tomorrow brings the Paperback edition, I think.
Saturday, October 8, 2016
Weekend Quickie 200
Yes! It's finally Weekend Quickie 200 at the Iron Writer!
Here it is! 200 words!
Here it is! 200 words!
Michael had reached the apotheosis of his career, New York Times Bestselling Author three books in a row but he felt deflated. Stuck in an apartment on the nice side of Vienna with money in his bank account, he still didn't have want he yearned for so deeply - fame. He was an implacable character in one of his crime mystery books, unable to be appeased by the finest of rewards, the greatest of achievements.
As he looked out of his open window to the beginnings of a wet autumn morning, he reached for his coffee and missed, knocking it off the windowsill, out of sight.There was the sound of breaking glass, but dulled, as though it had hit something... he looked over the edge to see a fallen pedestrian on the pavement. Some people went to the person's aid and soon two Policemen appeared. One of them looked up and Michael dived inside.
Some minutes later, his doorbell rang. "Sir! This is the Police. We would like to ask you a few questions," said a voice from behind his door.
Could this be it? Fame at last? The Police, an arrest, a court appearance? The headlines? He smiled with ecstasy.
Saturday, October 1, 2016
Brigitte - Weekend Quickie 199
Yes! WQ 199! Only one more till 200!
http://theironwriter.com/the-iron-writer-challenge-weekend-quickie-199/
WQ199 - image above, Slight, indignation, Facade
Brigitte
"Ah, look at them." Brigitte heard their mother, a few feet behind them. "They look like twins, bless them, so sweet." However, this 'bonding moment' was only a facade.
"Your slight has filled me with indignation, Billy," said Brigitte, her grip squeezing her brother's shoulder.
"I'm sorry, sis," he said. His whiny pitiful voice filled her with rage.
"You will have to pay," she said, turning her head and giving her mother a smile, only to turn back with a grimace for Billy.
"I know. Do I have to hit my...?"
"No, Billy, your crime is much greater than that."
"Does it involve my...?"
"Why, of course. It is the symbol of feminine oppression throughout the world. There can be no other punishment." She let go of his shoulder and pointed towards the beach. "Find a sharp shell, one of those long ones. Hold it at the base and cut."
"Will...will it hurt?" asked Billy.
"Of course it will. But don't worry. You will be happy."
Billy nodded and walked down onto the beach.
"That's the last time you play with my Blush Beauty Barbie doll, dear Billy."
Her parents ran to a fallen Billy as the sand turned red.
http://theironwriter.com/the-iron-writer-challenge-weekend-quickie-199/
WQ199 - image above, Slight, indignation, Facade
Brigitte
"Ah, look at them." Brigitte heard their mother, a few feet behind them. "They look like twins, bless them, so sweet." However, this 'bonding moment' was only a facade.
"Your slight has filled me with indignation, Billy," said Brigitte, her grip squeezing her brother's shoulder.
"I'm sorry, sis," he said. His whiny pitiful voice filled her with rage.
"You will have to pay," she said, turning her head and giving her mother a smile, only to turn back with a grimace for Billy.
"I know. Do I have to hit my...?"
"No, Billy, your crime is much greater than that."
"Does it involve my...?"
"Why, of course. It is the symbol of feminine oppression throughout the world. There can be no other punishment." She let go of his shoulder and pointed towards the beach. "Find a sharp shell, one of those long ones. Hold it at the base and cut."
"Will...will it hurt?" asked Billy.
"Of course it will. But don't worry. You will be happy."
Billy nodded and walked down onto the beach.
"That's the last time you play with my Blush Beauty Barbie doll, dear Billy."
Her parents ran to a fallen Billy as the sand turned red.
Saturday, September 24, 2016
Scheming Cat - WQ198
I have a story in the Iron Writer Grudge this week... I can't say which it is, but it is losing in the internal voting of Iron Writer... it's the stupid funny one! Yes! That one! I guess I don't have enough friends in the Iron Writer anymore...
Oh look! Weekend Quickie 198! Here's mine..."Scheming Cat'...
198 - image above, deception, loathing, subterfuge
"Sometimes I pamper you too much," said Rosie, sipping her coffee at the kitchen table after four hours at the vet's, trying to take her cats for a check-up. "Why oh why you all had to go together, I have no idea."
'It was part of our deception and subterfuge, my queen,' purred Felix. 'Flossy kept that vile man's attention while I slipped away.'
"And what was all that fuzz about, eh, Felix?" asked Rosie, staring straight at him. "You never do that. No one could find you for a whole hour!"
'I was planting the bombs and setting the fuses, my queen. It does not take a mere five minutes, especially when one does not have an opposable digit.'
"Still, at least the vet could get a look at you. Finally! He said he can neuter you next week. I've got the appointment, Wednesday afternoon," said Rosie.
'That day will not come for him!' meowed Felix. 'He will never touch me again with his sweaty, clammy hands!'
"What's wrong, Felix? Are you scared?" chuckled Rosie.
Felix watched the explosion erupt, milliseconds before its sound rang through the city, making Rosie spill some coffee.
'I loathed that place,' purred Felix.
Oh look! Weekend Quickie 198! Here's mine..."Scheming Cat'...
198 - image above, deception, loathing, subterfuge
"Sometimes I pamper you too much," said Rosie, sipping her coffee at the kitchen table after four hours at the vet's, trying to take her cats for a check-up. "Why oh why you all had to go together, I have no idea."
'It was part of our deception and subterfuge, my queen,' purred Felix. 'Flossy kept that vile man's attention while I slipped away.'
"And what was all that fuzz about, eh, Felix?" asked Rosie, staring straight at him. "You never do that. No one could find you for a whole hour!"
'I was planting the bombs and setting the fuses, my queen. It does not take a mere five minutes, especially when one does not have an opposable digit.'
"Still, at least the vet could get a look at you. Finally! He said he can neuter you next week. I've got the appointment, Wednesday afternoon," said Rosie.
'That day will not come for him!' meowed Felix. 'He will never touch me again with his sweaty, clammy hands!'
"What's wrong, Felix? Are you scared?" chuckled Rosie.
Felix watched the explosion erupt, milliseconds before its sound rang through the city, making Rosie spill some coffee.
'I loathed that place,' purred Felix.
Saturday, September 17, 2016
WQ197 + news
So close to 200 Quickies! How many quickies have you ever 'done'? Now there's a question...
News... waiting on a ton of anthologies for some news, maybe I'll have a story in, maybe not. My new novel is now in the 'editing' process. And working on Niume...https://niume.com/pages/profile/?userID=17429
But now...!
WQ197 - Image of two people with gas masks, improvise, deprivation, great urgency
http://theironwriter.com/the-iron-writer-challenge-weekend-quickie-197/
"I can't see the words," said Harry, holding the empty box. "I need reading glasses, and with this goddamn mask on, I can't wear them."
"What?" asked Sally.
"What?" replied Harry. "I can't read the instructions with this on! How do we test for gas?"
"Left my gas? This isn't my doing, Harry! I swear I didn't have lentils today!" said Sally.
"You think of something! You're the dutiful one!" Harry threw the box on the ground.
"Oh, Harry, I really can't take your sarcasm anymore! You know I'm not beautiful! I'm as ugly as mud!" said Sally.
"Fake your orgasm? Why bring that up?" asked Harry.
"Look, I'm going to improvise! I'll take my gas mask off and take a small breath!" said Sally, doing just that with great urgency.
"What? A small death? I believe the French call it 'the little death'," remarked Harry, watching as Sally fell to the floor and began to wiggle and writhe on the ground. With the deprivation of oxygen, Sally gave a few last grunts, rolled her eyes and lay still, dead.
"Yes, yes, that's what my second ex was like, really. So she was faking it, eh?" asked Harry. "What a bitch."
News... waiting on a ton of anthologies for some news, maybe I'll have a story in, maybe not. My new novel is now in the 'editing' process. And working on Niume...https://niume.com/pages/profile/?userID=17429
But now...!
WQ197 - Image of two people with gas masks, improvise, deprivation, great urgency
http://theironwriter.com/the-iron-writer-challenge-weekend-quickie-197/
"I can't see the words," said Harry, holding the empty box. "I need reading glasses, and with this goddamn mask on, I can't wear them."
"What?" asked Sally.
"What?" replied Harry. "I can't read the instructions with this on! How do we test for gas?"
"Left my gas? This isn't my doing, Harry! I swear I didn't have lentils today!" said Sally.
"You think of something! You're the dutiful one!" Harry threw the box on the ground.
"Oh, Harry, I really can't take your sarcasm anymore! You know I'm not beautiful! I'm as ugly as mud!" said Sally.
"Fake your orgasm? Why bring that up?" asked Harry.
"Look, I'm going to improvise! I'll take my gas mask off and take a small breath!" said Sally, doing just that with great urgency.
"What? A small death? I believe the French call it 'the little death'," remarked Harry, watching as Sally fell to the floor and began to wiggle and writhe on the ground. With the deprivation of oxygen, Sally gave a few last grunts, rolled her eyes and lay still, dead.
"Yes, yes, that's what my second ex was like, really. So she was faking it, eh?" asked Harry. "What a bitch."
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