Now remastered exclusively for Amazon Kindle!Also available in physical form through my blog, Notes&Sketches.
For those who haven't heard, I wrote a book; as an aspiring author, more shall come, but this is my self-published debut:
Distortions, a collection of Twilight Zone-esque short stories. I waited a while to announce this because I wanted to make sure close friends and family would have a chance to procure first-edition copies, but I feel confident I can step up my advertising campaign now. The going price--which covers shipping and handling--is... Alright, I've been hunting for the cheapest shipping options, and it looks like they'll be mail-selling for
$11!
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These were all written over the course of my time in high school, and so I'd say they're somewhat above, say, Neal Shusterman, but well below Stephen King, in terms of content/intended audience. Here's some teasers:
The Mall“Hey, I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again,” Nick insisted, “A monster lives in the downtown mall. Case closed.”Down for the CountI don’t know what I did to make them mad—the numbers, I mean.Dimension for RentHe walked up toward the large, dirty panes, where a sign was propped up from the inside in front of the curtains. It looked like thick, white cardboard, and on it was scrawled:
DIMENSION FOR RENT
In red permanent marker and, beneath it,
INQUIRE WITHINPower of the DayYou see, I have just about every superpower there is. But, for one reason or another, I just can’t have them all at once.How to Stop TimeHe felt the irritation that had compounded throughout the day hit all at once. Balling his hands into fists at his sides, Shane stomped his foot, looked up at the sky, and screamed, “Why can’t I just stop time!?”
“Why not, indeed?” said a voice behind him, and Shane spun around so fast he almost twisted his ankle.People of the PaperDaniel extended his hand to rub away the drawing and there was the quick scratch of pencil-writing as the stick figure threw up its arms.The Lunchtable of the ApocalypseI shrank back as Warra banged a fist on the table. “Bomb ‘em all, I say!” she hollered explosively, “either you’re with us or you’re a stain on the ground!” Then, to drive the point home, she swiftly pulled a large knife from somewhere in her pockets and stabbed it into the table, hard enough for it to splinter the wood and stay upright. Breathing heavily, she resumed eating.AbandonedHe looks to the massive windows that complement the double doors, hoping like a child on Christmas morning for a present, a reward for his hardiness and determination. Darkness shrouds the parking lot and a thick fog obscures all beyond it, but all he must do is look to the empty sky to know his purgatory must continue.