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Sharing Sunday – Cheeseburgers and Werewolves
Here we are again! Another Sharing Sunday, this week we’ve got ourselves another American. Tegon wrote his piece as it was inspired by a friend…52 years old who was terrifed of a the dark and possessed a real fear of werewolves and all things that go bump in the night. As it turns out, while a work, he his food everywhere and would secret it out during the course of the day to feed his never satisified hunger…his favourite treat…cheeseburgers. I hope you enjoy the piece. Leave Tegon some love in the comments guys. Cheeseburgers and Werewolves Saturday, October 25 1958… Shortly after my twelfth birthday, my Uncle, who I rarely…
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Sharing Sunday – Drugs Were Involved
Today’s Sharing Sunday piece is by Zack (and he’s an American, yay look at that DFA’s second American!) Drugs Were Involved is the second chapter in his psuedo-noveL, a series of short stories loosely attached to one another. The premise came from a lingering through he’s had – a sneeze so mighty it sends the person into an alternate reality. Without further ado, here it is! Give him some love and enjoy the read. Drugs Were Involved I have devised a means of hitchhiking through the multiverse. Drugs were involved from the start. If this threatens my credibility with you, so be it. It began with a nasal infection. Through careful studies I…
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Sharing Sunday – The Gypsy Curse
Today’s Sharing Sunday piece is by Susan again! This is an excerpt from her series Astro’s Adventure. The books are based on the lives of real dogs and cats. They’re a bit zany and a little whacky but oh so great. The basis of the books in the series is raise importance for animals in shelters and a percentage of the sales go towards Susan’s local animal shelter. She’s currently working on the 7th book! Check out a link to her site down below. The Gypsy Curse An Excerpt In the front seat of the Dog Catcher’s van a small corgi sat listening to the latest call. “Did you hear…
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Sharing Sunday – The Death Of A Loved One
Today’s Sharing Sunday piece is a snippet of writing from an only buddy of mine. Jess is crazy talented but needed some coaxing. So leave her some love in the comments. Without further ado, here is her piece. The Death of a Loved One The night was silent. He had noticed nearly immediately the abrupt hush that had blanketed over the thicket as he entered. His muscles tensed and his ears perked as he settled into a sitting position, crossing his legs over each other. Bidzil listened intently; his dark blue eyes searched the hollow of the trees for any sign of abnormality. Just as annoyance began to fester…
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Sharing Sunday – In a Post-Alien Raid World
We have a repeat Sharing Sunday Dreamer in the mix. Andy has been all too kind to let me hound him for another story and here it is. I love what goes on in his brain, even if I don’t feel the same while editing things of his! Enjoy. Ps his title is a work in progress, don’t judge. Also leave him some feedback in the comments, he’ll get a kick out of that. In a Post-Alien Raid World In post-raid world life went to hell. Oh sure there were a few remote places, edges of the earth, that had barely been touched. They retained civilisation, government, freedom—but the rest…
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Sharing Sunday – Infinity
I’m a little late with today’s piece, I’m in Waikerie for my gorgeous Koumbara’s baby shower. I can’t wait to meet Baby Walker! (I know his name and you can’t get it from me no matter what you do!) So today’s piece is actually one of my own. I wrote for the Espresso Shot: Lentils as Anything edition. Leave me a love note. And send in your stories for more sharing sunday editions. Infinity The cafe was busy, bustling with life and smiling; it was alive. I wasn’t. I twirled t never-ending circle around my left finger and scanned the room, my half finished latte now cold. The sun was…
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Fully Awake Dreamer – Avrille Bylok-Collard
Today’s Fully Awake Dreamer doesn’t need much of an introduction. You’ve seen her around here before! Her gorgeous poem Nightfall, graced my second official #sharingsunday post and she is one of the most adorable women I know. Get to know her a little more, you won’t be sorry. Tell us a little about yourself and what you write. My name is Avrille Bylok-Collard and I’m a terribly shy writer from Melbourne. Raised in the south eastern suburbs for the majority of my life, my hobbies include illustrating pictures that spur in my mind, watching reruns of Pushing Daises and Six Feet Under, learning new facts, writing Fan Fiction, and reading…
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Sharing Sunday – The Wall
Today’s Sharing Sunday piece is by last week’s Fully Awake Dreamer, Tom, I hope you enjoy it! He doesn’t need much introduction other than he’s awesome and his writing is awesome. Enjoy! [Thursday, January 15 2009] 8.20pm Logan waves a hand in front of his father’s face. Frank stirs and rolls his head to the side. ‘What’s …? Where are we?’ he slurs. ‘It’s all right, Dad,’ Logan says. ‘Just gonna put you to bed.’ 8.25pm Frank’s eyes open. He’s on his back. Wide-eyed, he stares at Logan. ‘Relax,’ Logan says. ‘We’re almost there.’ ‘Bed?’ Frank asks. ‘Soon.’ Frank wiggles an elbow. His fingers brush the edges of something cold…
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Sharing Sunday – Wulfa’s Story Part One
Today’s Dreamer is a fellow NaNoWriMoer. I can’t remember how we got close but it happened along the way, he’s part of the reason as to why I’m building up a tolerance to beer again. Thanks for that Crash. Here’s his story. Wulfa’s Story Part One In a city the rain pattered around, in the loneliest of buildings odd sounds abound. In the darkest corner a creature did sit, with horn on his head and tail on his back, his big brown eyes watched the rain pita-pita-pat. His name was Wulfa and he was alone. He knew not where he had come from, nor not where he had been,…
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Sharing Sunday – Wulfa’s Story Part Two
Part Two The door swung open easily and Wulfa immediately tried to back into the corner as he saw an inferno of raging flames. Julian looked at the flames in shock and coughed loudly before covering his mouth. Wulfa looked out the window. The ground window was billowing with flames as well. A piece of roof collapsed sending a shower of sparks near him and he rushed towards Julian scooping him up and stared at the inferno. The fire was frightening to him, even more so then getting hit by lightning again, the child coughed loudly again and Wulfa breathed in the air and snorted out the smoke. The scent…