Thom Young's Blog, page 2
February 9, 2014
July 17, 2013
Blood South
My new book is done and I have a free promo thing you know like shameless self promotion
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July 9, 2013
April 29, 2013
NEW BOOK
My new book Westland is done and as a free promotion you can get it free tomorrow
enjoy
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it is not for the faint of heart
enjoy
http://www.amazon.com/Westland-ebook/...
it is not for the faint of heart
April 3, 2013
zombie
Forget Walking Dead go get my Zombie tale (it's free on Kindle)
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March 30, 2013
Jill (short short story)
Jill
Jill lived alone. She often stared out the window in her bedroom. She had grandiose dreams.
Almost nightmarish in nature. On Tuesdays, if she was sober she went downstairs. Her father would be cooking sausage and eggs. There would fresh squeezed orange juice in tiny glasses that once belonged to her grandmother. It was just two of them now. Jill’s mother had left when she was seven. It wasn’t all her fault. Her father was a heavy drinker. She rarely saw him without a fifth of Cutty Shark. After breakfast, she sat alone at the small wooden kitchen table. Her father murmured words that were inaudible. None of them were important. About how he had to go to work. He was going to pick up some Chinese take out on the way home. Set the table. The door soon closed. Jill was alone again. They way she liked it. Jill had these fantasies that mixed with her dreams. She dreamt that her body was burning alive. She could feel the intense flame engulfing every inch of her small frame. The way her clothes hung on those bones. A walking skeleton. Her father laughed about this, when he wasn’t busy being a bastard. That was most of the time. The flames confused Jill. What did they mean? Was she suppose to kill herself? Lighting herself on fire just didn’t appeal to her. She thought about these things all day. She went back upstairs. It was in her room that she found solace. Her books and meager trinkets. These things brought comfort, although just fleeting. Then the flames again. She couldn’t face them anymore. She had a destiny. The voices spoke of volcanoes. Jill called the airport. There was a flight to Honolulu tonight. If she hurried, she could make it. She scribbled a crude note. Taped it to the outside of the door. Jill’s father came home to an empty house. He wasn’t alarmed as his daughter was prone to disappear. She had tried suicide a few times. Nobody took these attempts serious. Jill just needed attention. Being an only child without a mother; a magnet for attention. Jill’s father threw away the hand written note. Got himself a drink and went to bed. The sun came up, and Jill was not in her room. Jill stayed in constant battle with the voices. “Jump!” “Jump!” It was too late. Jill’s father read about how a girl jumped into a volcano in Hawaii a few days later. It would be few weeks later, when he had to identify the body. There wasn’t much left of her. The lava had instantly singed her raven black hair. His little girl was a burned corpse. Jill found peace after all these things. Somewhere she didn’t hear the voices. She looked forward to what might be next.
Jill lived alone. She often stared out the window in her bedroom. She had grandiose dreams.
Almost nightmarish in nature. On Tuesdays, if she was sober she went downstairs. Her father would be cooking sausage and eggs. There would fresh squeezed orange juice in tiny glasses that once belonged to her grandmother. It was just two of them now. Jill’s mother had left when she was seven. It wasn’t all her fault. Her father was a heavy drinker. She rarely saw him without a fifth of Cutty Shark. After breakfast, she sat alone at the small wooden kitchen table. Her father murmured words that were inaudible. None of them were important. About how he had to go to work. He was going to pick up some Chinese take out on the way home. Set the table. The door soon closed. Jill was alone again. They way she liked it. Jill had these fantasies that mixed with her dreams. She dreamt that her body was burning alive. She could feel the intense flame engulfing every inch of her small frame. The way her clothes hung on those bones. A walking skeleton. Her father laughed about this, when he wasn’t busy being a bastard. That was most of the time. The flames confused Jill. What did they mean? Was she suppose to kill herself? Lighting herself on fire just didn’t appeal to her. She thought about these things all day. She went back upstairs. It was in her room that she found solace. Her books and meager trinkets. These things brought comfort, although just fleeting. Then the flames again. She couldn’t face them anymore. She had a destiny. The voices spoke of volcanoes. Jill called the airport. There was a flight to Honolulu tonight. If she hurried, she could make it. She scribbled a crude note. Taped it to the outside of the door. Jill’s father came home to an empty house. He wasn’t alarmed as his daughter was prone to disappear. She had tried suicide a few times. Nobody took these attempts serious. Jill just needed attention. Being an only child without a mother; a magnet for attention. Jill’s father threw away the hand written note. Got himself a drink and went to bed. The sun came up, and Jill was not in her room. Jill stayed in constant battle with the voices. “Jump!” “Jump!” It was too late. Jill’s father read about how a girl jumped into a volcano in Hawaii a few days later. It would be few weeks later, when he had to identify the body. There wasn’t much left of her. The lava had instantly singed her raven black hair. His little girl was a burned corpse. Jill found peace after all these things. Somewhere she didn’t hear the voices. She looked forward to what might be next.
August 14, 2012
Free
My book NOMAD is free give it review if you like, motorcycle gangs and mayhem
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July 28, 2012
July 20, 2012
SEA of IDIOTS
My new book SEA of IDIOTS reached #1 Germany Comedy and Mens Adventure Free, #3 Mens Adventure Free USA, #3 UK
thank you readers
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thank you readers
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