Samantha Warren's Blog, page 29
May 15, 2011
Sample Sunday: Vampire Assassin
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He didn't notice me at first. They never do. That's one of the things about being plain—you often get ignored. By the way, it's not true that if you turn into a vampire, you automatically become beautiful. I'm just as dull and unbeautiful as I was alive. The only difference now is that my hair refuses to hold color for any length of time, so I'm constantly re-dying it. Today, however, that plainness was working in my favor. I was practically standing right next to him. Yet he was so...
May 14, 2011
Why Choose Indie over Traditional? A Reader's Perspective
Recently (as in the last couple days), I've made a decision to only purchase books for my Kindle by indie authors--unless a traditionally published book gets really high recommendations or looks really really good. DTBs (dead tree books) I will still select based on whether they look good or not, regardless of who published them. But since books are more readily available for the Kindle and I prefer to read on my Kindle, my new DTBs will be few and far between (such as my recent purchase of T...
May 13, 2011
Happy Friday the 13th!!
Miss JosephineThe lovely alabaster statue stood resolute in the hallway. It had seen centuries of joy and hardship. Its form, while still recognizable, was worn, its edges smoothed to a fine roundness. The forehead and nose had been worn down further than the rest, due to a family superstition that if you rub the nose, you will have great luck for the day. So, as any superstitious man will do, Robert Ungun Fletcher Filibus Barnet IV trailed his hand over the head and down to brush against the...
Tick Tick Tick
The man stood hunched over the device, clippers in hand. There was no ticking like you hear in the movies. This baby was all modern. Digital clock, digital counter, deadly silent. It was a simple creation, really. He'd handled worse. He wiped his sweaty palm on his suit jacket as he examined the three wires. He watched carefully where they each connected, drawing a blueprint in his head. The colors weren't normal, but that didn't matter. Any bomber with half a brain knew not to connect the wi...
Bookmarks!
I just ordered some lovely bookmarks from iprint.com. Are they purty?
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May 11, 2011
May 10, 2011
No Rest for the Wicked
No Rest for the Wicked, a short story by Rebecca Knight, is available on Smashwords for free for a limited time. I just finished it and it's really quite a wonderful little story based on a Grimm fairytale. It draws you in right from the start and keeps your attention. My only complaint is that it's too short! I want to know about the girls in the closet and what happens to Veronica next! I'll definitely be keeping an eye out for more from this author. Check it out!
Fluffified is over on Chuck Heintzelmen's Blog
Chuck Heintzelman is featuring a new short story every day this month. Today is my short "Fluffified." Go check it out! http://storychuck.com/2011/05/10/nati...
May 9, 2011
Warning: Rant Session Incoming
Why do people insist on talking to me with a mouth full of food? IT'S DISGUSTING! I don't want to hear you mumbling around your lasagna. CHEW AND SWALLOW BEFORE YOU TALK TO ME. Nothing grosses me out more and I will walk away from you. Do NOT talk to me while you still have food in your mouth. I don't want to hear your nastiness. And while you're at it, make sure you chew with your mouth closed, you disgusting pig. I don't want to see your half-eaten food. You're not a cow. I shouldn't hear y...
The Golden Orb
She fumbled around in her brain, searching desperately for the right word to finish the sentence.
"The golden orb...."
The golden orb what? The golden orb sank behind the trees? No. Too plebeian. Frustrated, she threw the notebook on the desk and stomped to the kitchen. It was dinnertime anyway and she was getting hungry.
She opened the refrigerator door and perused the contents. Moldy cheese, a three-week-old steak, some yellow mushy thing that had no name. Her prospects were not looking goo...
"The golden orb...."
The golden orb what? The golden orb sank behind the trees? No. Too plebeian. Frustrated, she threw the notebook on the desk and stomped to the kitchen. It was dinnertime anyway and she was getting hungry.
She opened the refrigerator door and perused the contents. Moldy cheese, a three-week-old steak, some yellow mushy thing that had no name. Her prospects were not looking goo...
