A QUICK TALE SERIES
Paranormal. Magic. Death. True Love. And more. Enjoy collections of forty-five tales told in exactly 200 words. No matter how busy your day is, there is always time for a quick tale.
Paranormal. Magic. Death. True Love. And more. Enjoy collections of forty-five tales told in exactly 200 words. No matter how busy your day is, there is always time for a quick tale.
A Quick Spell
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Magic.
Myths. Fantasy. We are bewitched by what we can't see. Conjure delight with a fantastical collection of tales. Each story is told in exactly 200 words and designed to delight your imagination no matter how busy your day is. Will you believe? Pre-Order on Amazon for 99cents.
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EXCERPT
A rainbow of color swirled around Keane like a thick fog. They mixed before separating like oil and water. All was silent, nor were there any smells or scents. Nothing was tangible. He didn’t even have a form. Yet, Keane drifted through it as if it were real. He existed.
Others lived in the void with him. He never saw them, and they made no sounds. He knew they were there, though. He sensed their being. He’d feel when they would collide. Energy crackled as they fought for dominance. He always knew when one absorbed another. They left him alone. Unlike them, he was ageless. To challenge him was certain suicide. He was content with that.
Every so often, something penetrated the void. It crackled against him and promised more energy. A primal hunger drove him to follow. The force pulled him into the human’s mind. Sounds, sights, and scents crashed into him as he experienced the human’s emotion. They filled him up until he felt as if he would explode. It was too much. He didn’t understand how humans handled the barrage. Didn’t it hurt? He escaped back to the numbness of his home as fast as he could.
A rainbow of color swirled around Keane like a thick fog. They mixed before separating like oil and water. All was silent, nor were there any smells or scents. Nothing was tangible. He didn’t even have a form. Yet, Keane drifted through it as if it were real. He existed.
Others lived in the void with him. He never saw them, and they made no sounds. He knew they were there, though. He sensed their being. He’d feel when they would collide. Energy crackled as they fought for dominance. He always knew when one absorbed another. They left him alone. Unlike them, he was ageless. To challenge him was certain suicide. He was content with that.
Every so often, something penetrated the void. It crackled against him and promised more energy. A primal hunger drove him to follow. The force pulled him into the human’s mind. Sounds, sights, and scents crashed into him as he experienced the human’s emotion. They filled him up until he felt as if he would explode. It was too much. He didn’t understand how humans handled the barrage. Didn’t it hurt? He escaped back to the numbness of his home as fast as he could.
A QUICK BITE
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Vampires.
Werewolves. Zombies. These monsters tickle our imagination. Sink your teeth into a collection of tales about paranormal creatures that go bump in the night. Each story is told in exactly 200 words and designed to give you a quick bite no matter how busy your day is. Are you hungry? Buy at your favorite retailer for 99cents.
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EXCERPT
It was a well-known fact that vampires only came out at night. They prowled the shadows, snatching any fool dumb enough to venture out after the sun had set.
Parents taught their children about the danger, which prompted teenagers to dare each other to face the darkness. Most of the youths chickened out once they were standing at the open door with inky blackness stretched out before them. Those who didn’t were found dead and drained the next morning.
Only through vigilance did the village survive. “Don’t go out after dark” was beaten into the residents’ heads. Sometimes literally.
They hoped that by denying the vampires victims, the undead would leave in search of easier prey. The villagers didn’t think about the others who would suffer when that happened. It was a matter of survival, and those people would have to learn if they wanted to live. At least, that’s what they told themselves to ease their guilt.
But the vampires weren’t going anywhere. Immortality granted an abundance of patience. They just had to wait long enough, and the villagers would become compliant. They would forget why they feared the night. They would come out. And then...the feast would begin.
It was a well-known fact that vampires only came out at night. They prowled the shadows, snatching any fool dumb enough to venture out after the sun had set.
Parents taught their children about the danger, which prompted teenagers to dare each other to face the darkness. Most of the youths chickened out once they were standing at the open door with inky blackness stretched out before them. Those who didn’t were found dead and drained the next morning.
Only through vigilance did the village survive. “Don’t go out after dark” was beaten into the residents’ heads. Sometimes literally.
They hoped that by denying the vampires victims, the undead would leave in search of easier prey. The villagers didn’t think about the others who would suffer when that happened. It was a matter of survival, and those people would have to learn if they wanted to live. At least, that’s what they told themselves to ease their guilt.
But the vampires weren’t going anywhere. Immortality granted an abundance of patience. They just had to wait long enough, and the villagers would become compliant. They would forget why they feared the night. They would come out. And then...the feast would begin.