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My book is about to come out on a dark October night. It’ll be a perfect addition to the great season of death (Fall I mean). I just got back from beautiful London and amazing Poland and thus is why I have been away. I had no internet connection and although it made me anxious about not updating, I felt like I had no choice but to accept the misfortune lack of communication and explore the beauty and the horror that makes up London. I have been spending my time making notes of really awesome and sometimes funny stories about my visit and I plan on releasing small narratives about my experiences with pictures. Be aware, I will talk about my trip to a Polish hospital and a wound that refused to heal properly. Of course, on my favorite holiday, I will publish here, only here, a special Halloween story full of all dark things that should give your heart a jump.

I will also be showing my cake creation special for Halloween (the featured picture is what I want to make but we will see what I come up with because my cooking skills is a horror movie within itself.

Back to my novel:My novel comes out on October 28, although you can preorder for two days. Here is the link to my paperback but it also comes in kindle form: http://a.co/beiNDb4

Another Round of Two-Sentence stories

I decided to start making themes for these stories, so today’s theme is ghosts:

  1. graveI used to believe in spirits when I was a child but as I grew up, I started to realize that they were childhood fantasies. Tonight, at sixty years old, I had a reality check when my wife crawled out of her tombstone.

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beach2. We danced by the shores of the sea on warm summer nights, full of love and freedom.  I threw her body from the pier and watched as the sharks cover my crime, I fell to my knees, sobbing, because I knew that tomorrow she would be at the shore again

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3. I look at the moon and count to ten as I hear them getting closer and closer. when the noises stop, I open my eyes, just to see an army of the undead, slowly circling me.

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clock4. The clicking of the clock forever reminds me that time could never stand still. My clock had stopped running twenty years ago and because of that, I don’t know how long I have been dead for.