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Amazon, blog, and Goodreads reviews appreciated.
http://www.amazon.com/Art-Collection-...

They are always FREE to read, so just click on the above website address. There is 8 or 9 stories in different genres.

https://medium.com/@GarimaKushwaha/th...

Right now you can get the ebook edition free for kindle (offer only goes til 8/1/2014). Once that offer expires though, the list price is only $0.99 and it's free with kindle unlimited. The collection includes six short stories. Thanks so much for taking the time to consider it.

Thanks!
http://www.amazon.com/Date-Night-Wish...

Just picked up a copy of Date Night. Looking forward to reading it, will review when I'm done!

http://www.amazon.com/Alive-Into-Hell...

http://www.amazon.com/Art-Collection-...

You do read on your toilet, right? Great!
I published a short story few days ago,a paranormal one, about a drunk psychologist. It's first out of a series of 5. It won't take you too long to read.
Be generous and splash out $0.99 or get it free with Kindle Unlimited. Either way, I'll be grateful for it!
http://www.amazon.com/Presence-Philli...
Oh, and a review would be nice...
Thanks! ;)


If interested, please email me at judygoodwin@diamondprintpress.com for a free electronic copy.
Blurb:
Jodi is in love. The problem is that she's in love with her best friend, Tanya. And her best friend is in love with Roger. They’re getting married. As her friend prepares for a big wedding combining her Japanese and American traditions, Jodi finds herself praying to a long lost Japanese goddess for help.
When the goddess answers, Jodi is faced with a terrible choice. She can either have passion and heartache, or she can have friendship and loneliness.
Wishes always come with strings attached.
Bonus short story: Reflections of Chi
Geneva Lin runs a respectable interior decorating business. Her orderly world turns to chaos when a woman barges in, insisting that her house is rearranging itself. She hopes a little Feng Shui will solve the problem.
The question is, what do you do with a house that seems to want to kill you?

http://www.amazon.com/Alone-Midnight-...
Judy wrote: "I'm seeking reviews for my recently released short story two-pack, "The Wish," available on Amazon.

If interested, please email me..."
Is this available in either PDF or epub format? I'd really like to read it, but I don't have a kindle. (While I could read it on a kindle app, I prefer to use my nook.)

If interested, please email me..."
Is this available in either PDF or epub format? I'd really like to read it, but I don't have a kindle. (While I could read it on a kindle app, I prefer to use my nook.)

I just put up a new short story on smashwords - Don't Press the Red X
It is free until September 17 if you use the coupon code HD35U.
Reviews would be appreciated, Thanks!
Dave
Don't Press the Red X

Contact me at rc_matthews@yahoo.com if you're interested. I can send a mobi or pdf version. You can read an excerpt on Amazon (search with R.C. Matthews).
Fair Game has no sex but Begin Again includes two explicit sex scenes.
Thanks!

I just self-published my first short story on Smashwords... http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/...
If it sounds like something you might like, send me a message for a coupon. :)
Reviews appreciated! Thanks!



Archie wrote: "hello, my name is Archie Kennedy and I would like to put in a request for my short stories Yakima Nights and Dealing with Smoke both available on kindle. Dealing with Smoke is free to download. i..."
This is a group for writers (and readers), so you should use proper grammar. Capitalize every sentence (hello is not capitalized in the first sentence) and I'm should be capitalized and should have an apostrophe in it. ^_^
((Also, I'll be sending you another PM about the edits I'm working on for you in just a moment.))
This is a group for writers (and readers), so you should use proper grammar. Capitalize every sentence (hello is not capitalized in the first sentence) and I'm should be capitalized and should have an apostrophe in it. ^_^
((Also, I'll be sending you another PM about the edits I'm working on for you in just a moment.))

Read about it here http://bentbananabooks.com/7-reasons-...
Here is the Amazon link
http://www.amazon.com/Alpha-Omega-sto...
Cheers
Bernie


Reviews appreciated for my new short story "The World Feels Smaller" which is available for free on Smashwords this weekend only using the coupon code LC94V.
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view...
Thanks!

Alcohol and Oxygen

Hope to hear from you soon

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00MBU7I66
or free at
http://myamericankids.com/TheBuriedCh...

This true story is the journal of an orphan child born in Romania in 1980's during Nicolae Ceauscu's communist regime, Daniel becomes a homeless child on Bucharest streets and in the city underground sewers after he runs away from the orphanage and lives through the 1989 Anticommunism Revolution.
Daniel ends up running from the Romanian Secret Service and police that want him dead and he manages to fly to U.S. using someone else passport help by Mariana, an American girl that falls in love with him while in a Humanitarian Mission in Bucharest.


http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00P...


About 20 pages.
Between the Darkness and the Dawn: A Short Story
Author Bio: Paula Cappa is an award-winning novelist and short story author. Her novels include The Dazzling Darkness (Gothic Readers Book Club Award Winner for Outstanding Fiction, and, Readers’ Favorite Bronze Medal Award), and Night Sea Journey, A Tale of the Supernatural, both published in trade paperback by Crispin Books. Her short fiction has appeared in Dark Gothic Resurrected Magazine, Whistling Shade Literary Journal, SmokeLong Quarterly, Sirens Call Ezine, Every Day Fiction, Fiction365, Twilight Times Ezine, and in anthologies Journals of Horror: Found Fiction, Mystery Time, and Human Writes Literary Journal. Cappa’s writing career began as a freelance journalist for newspapers in New York and Connecticut. She is a freelance copy editor and writes a weekly blog, Reading Fiction, Tales of Terror at paulacappa.wordpress.com. Paula Cappa is Co-Chair of the Pound Ridge Authors Society in Pound Ridge, NY.
Please contact me here by personal message with your email and I'll gift you the story from Amazon.com for your Kindle.
Thank you!
Paula Cappa


#DWS2
Dealing With Smoke Part 2: Confessions of a Military Drug Dealer by Archie Kennedy http://t.co/AQSHsjyeP6 via @amazon

I'm looking for reviews on any of my three published short stories.
Refuge: http://amzn.to/1zcwuaJ (Teen - Mainstream)
The Music Box: http://amzn.to/1xs2D0d (Young Adult - Mainstream)
The Wickerman: http://amzn.to/1HfNRK7 (Teen/Young Adult - Horror)
Amazon, blog, and Goodreads reviews appreciated. If you are interested in reviewing, please message me here on Goodreads, and I will send you a free PDF copy of whichever one you choose to review. Thank you!

Blurb: A homage to the classic ghost story; this collection of six Victorian inspired tales, is filled to the brim with vengeful spirits, mysterious maladies and wondrous happenings. What is the source of the strange music that haunts an old manor house each night? What dark secrets lie between the pages of a mysterious book? And who, or what, is responsible for the late night knocking at the door of a country inn?

Thank you! I hope you enjoy it :)

I'm looking for reviews of my short story 'Finding Nebraska.' I can gift a kindle copy or provide a mobi file if interested. Description below.
Sometimes the wheel of life doesn't spin in your favor, and sometimes there's nothing you can do about it. Brian Lethando knows this firsthand. His mother left him when he was only two years old, and his father died shortly after of a heroin overdose. Twenty years later, when the woman who took Brian in and raised him as her own son begins to suffer the effects of Alzheimer's, the two of them set out on one last road trip to discover the true meaning of the word 'family.'
Finding Nebraska: A Short Story
Excerpt:
We drive west on Route 20. The car moves along, rolling on rusted rims and bald tires, barreling toward some uncertain future I know holds in it the possibility of hurt. But that’s life, and that’s okay. Hands gripping the wheel, eyes set forward on the edge of the sunset, I ask, “Do you really think this is a good idea?”
Louise looks at me. Smiles. “I don’t know. But what I do know is that we break our hearts, our bodies and our souls, for the things we love—or the idea of love, anyway. I know that much. But no, Brian, I can’t tell you if this is a good idea. I only know you’ll do it because you have to.” Then she turns back to the window.
Silence.
Land rolls on endlessly. Outside is a plate of dead plains that seem like lost dreams. Forgotten hope. Dry grass like dead love. Vast skies kiss the purple horizon with level lips. Occasional rock ridges the color of burnt biscuits cut the straight lines, catching the last rays of the falling sun, setting their crowns on fire like stone torches.
I think about what Louise just said. I think I understand what she meant about having to go. She is having one of her moments of clarity, a two-day stretch this time. To some it might not seem that way, but she is. I recognize it. The eyes tell it like it is. And she is behind them right now.
These moments, when I recognize the woman who raised me for all those years, are where I want to be. But I feel myself already starting to miss them, like the promise of being lost forever has already begun sweeping them away. They are little glimpses back to the old Louise, the woman who existed before she got sick, before her doctor said that phrase that sounded so cruelly like Old-Timer’s Disease. Nothing lasts forever, though. I’m not foolish enough to think it does. Some things should, I’ll admit that. But they plain don’t. Just have to bear it.
With a final wink, the sun drops below the horizon. The sky smolders like an ember of heaven. Louise slides across the bench-seat of the Pontiac and rests her head on my shoulder. She fiddles with the radio dial. Something with twang fills the car. We must be in Nebraska by now.
“I think we’re in Nebraska,” I say. “You want to take your pills?”
She doesn’t respond, only rests her hand on my thigh and begins to caress it. Then I feel her dry lips on my neck, smell her sweet perfume with the stiff undertones of medicine and dry mouth. “Dad will never know, Cody. Let’s be a little bad. Why don’t you pull over? We’ll park for a bit.”
She’s gone again, just like that. I pull away gently. I don’t want to scare her. What she thinks and feels in these moments is real to her. Cody was her boyfriend in high school, from a timeline nearly fifty years before.
“Louise, it’s me, Brian. Do you remember who I am? We’re taking a road trip, remember?”
She looks at me, trying to hold a flirtatious smile—or trying to remember how to. I can see that she feels sixteen again, but the deep-set lines in her face won’t lie about her age. They are like dried up riverbeds wandering away from the edges of her eyes, her lips, mapping the story of a hard life.
Message me if you're interested,
Christian


A novelette about Danielle, a young woman from Philadelphia, “Seeking Vegas” depicts life after finding out her relationship was built on lies and deceit. After Danielle discovers her fiancée has been cheating on her, she flees to Las Vegas to recover from her heartbreak. Once there, she partakes in the Las Vegas lifestyle including gambling and clubbing. Her adventures lead her to make a life changing decision that she never expected.
Seeking Vegas
Sarah


Send it to cgalacar@gmail.com. I'll give it a read. Can you send a word.doc?


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Thanks!

I have a short story I wouldn't mind some feedback on if anyone is interested. Here's the link:
https://www.dropbox.com/s/te4h91lxakk...
Thanks

An Untitled Life
Old age had quietly crept up on Peter, like the poem about fog, on little cat feet. He stood in front of the bathroom mirror with the hot water running into the sink, while steam started to haze and blur the edges of the glass and his image. He wiped away the moisture and stared at himself, mesmerized by what he saw. How did he come to look like a fading, distant echo of his younger self? The major landmarks of his face were still there but now he saw gray hair, crow’s feet and an unmanageable beard.
While taking in his image, he found if he looked past the gray hair, past the wrinkles—which were surprisingly deep—and past the even grayer beard, the distant echo of his likeness sounded in a faint but definite way, like seeing land, from a ship, in the far-off distance.
Peter’s marriage, his child, his career at a small Kentucky bank and the general day to day myopia everyone suffers from, helped the years to slip by unnoticed, unceasing, unchallenged. His daughter Emily distracted him the most. Emily, who liked nose candy a bit too much, and liked men who were rough around the edges and rough with her as well. Emily made him wait for that phone call every parent dreads. Peter never told Margaret, his wife, he knew with certainty the call would come and wake them one night. At one point, when his daughter fell off the face of the earth on a particularly bad drug binge he flinched whenever the phone rang.
Any reviews will be greatly appreciated and reciprocated!
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