FLASH FICTION FRIDAY: In Hiding | #flashfiction #freefiction

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In Hiding

All I can see is the blue sky above me as I lay in hiding. I can hear them all around me, shuffling through the colourful panorama of fallen leaves. I’d been stupid, thinking the gully would keep me safe, hidden. But I began to realize they wouldn’t actively avoid the drop. Instead they’d fall into it, joining me at the bottom should they get too close.

I lay there, hoping to remain hidden. And I’m not above admitting I’ve been praying to any deity listening to keep me safe. I feel hollow, but hopeful.

Until it falls atop me.

All Rights Reserved. Copyright © 2014 Julianne Snow

BLOG TOUR SPOTLIGHT: When the Whistler Calls — Carla Day | #psychologicalSuspense #Suspense

When the Whistler Calls

Carla Day

Genre: Psychological Suspense

When the Whistler Calls_385x600What if everything you knew about your life turned out to be a lie? And the people who you love and trust the most, aren’t who they say they are? Meet Rosie Morgan. After news of her husband’s fatal car crash, Rosie learns of his secret life. A life that will put her in the path of a sinister nightmare and The Whistler. As Rosie’s dreams of the whistling man become more real, she will stop at nothing to figure out his identity. While searching, a dark doorway opens to her childhood, where more secrets unravel, leaving her questioning who she really is.Will she find out what The Whistler wants before it is too late? Or will her past catch up to her? Who is Rosie Morgan?


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Carla Day_400x288About the Author: Carla was born in Leicestershire in 1970, to parents Barrie and Pamela Day. She moved from place to place, not really settling anywhere for any length of time but collecting life stories along the way, which she would one day pen, on a weather-beaten log in Wales, with her dog by her side.

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FLASH FICTION FRIDAY: headSpace | #100wordchallenge #poetry #pictureprompt #unfiltered #mentalillness




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thoughts swirl endlessly

playback on repeat

over and over, monotonous worry

clouding everyday thoughts

everyday tasks



I want to break free

breathe the silent sigh of placid peacefulness

just for a moment

to know what free feels like

but anxiety wears me down

down, down, down

the constant unnecessary friend

who comes to play

without invitation

unwanted; all-knowing

destructive; deceptive

always niggling the back of my brain

pushing me to selfdoubt

to second guess

to doubt the hype

to lose faith | joy | selflove

worn out, weary and wary of everything

the cycle begins anew

never ending

Copyright © 2019 Julianne Snow



BLOG TOUR SPOTLIGHT:Our War — Craig DiLouie | #dystopianthriller #dystopia

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Our War

Craig DiLouie

Genre: Dystopian Thriller

our-war-3_400x600A prescient and gripping novel of a second American civil war, and the children caught in the conflict, forced to fight.

Our children are our soldiers.

After his impeachment, the president of the United States refuses to leave office, and the country erupts into a fractured and violent war. Orphaned by the fighting and looking for a home, 10-year-old Hannah Miller joins a citizen militia in a besieged Indianapolis.

In the Free Women militia, Hannah finds a makeshift family. They’ll teach her how to survive. They’ll give her hope. And they’ll show her how to use a gun.

Hannah’s older brother, Alex, is a soldier, too. But he’s loyal to other side, and has found his place in a militant group of fighters who see themselves as the last bastion of their America. By following their orders, Alex will soon make the ultimate decision behind the trigger.

On the battlefields of America, Hannah and Alex will risk everything for their country, but in the end, they’ll fight for the only cause that truly matters – each other.

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About the Author: Craig DiLouie is an acclaimed American-Canadian author. Formerly a magazine editor and advertising executive, he also works as a journalist and educator covering the North American lighting industry. Craig is a member of the Imaginative Fiction Writers Association, International Thriller Writers and Horror Writers Association. He currently lives in Calgary, Canada with his two wonderful children.

Craig Di Louie_400x350Craig DiLouie is an author of popular thriller, apocalyptic/horror, and sci-fi/fantasy fiction.

In hundreds of reviews, Craig’s novels have been praised for their strong characters, action, and gritty realism. Each book promises an exciting experience with people you’ll care about in a world that feels real.

At https://craigdilouie.com/, you can find all of Craig’s major works, interviews, and hundreds of interesting blog posts. Be sure to sign up for Craig’s mailing list so you can stay tuned on new releases.

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FLASH FICTION FRIDAY: I’ll Do Anything | #flashfiction #pictureprompt #wasters

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I’ll Do Anything…

“Let me in! They’re coming!” The teenage boy pleaded with the face on the other side of the sturdy fence.

Jenn looked over at her compadre on watch and said, “What do you think, Fred? Should we do the Catholic thing?”

Fred laughed, his beard bouncing up and down on his round belly. “Catholic? That’s a good one!” he said. “There ain’t no Catholics here.”


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Again, the pubescent voice begged, “I don’t want to die! Please let me in! I’ll do anything!”

Jenn laughed again, her voice taking on a mocking lilt, “Listen to that Fred! He’ll do anything.”

“Listen you little shit; I’ve never seen a filthier outcast than you.” The venom in her voice palpable, vicious. “We’re not letting you in, so you’d better stay ahead of them.”

Her gaze shifted to the shambling Wasters coming up slowly behind the young man. Grabbing the thin hand that had stretched through the gate to add to his plea, Jann held on tightly, her mirth brimming over. “This’ll teach you not to ask for what’s not yours!”

Fred looked on as the Wasters caught up to the young boy, watching as Jenn snapped her hand back just in time. In mere moments, the frail body was torn apart, blood splattering everything within reach.

Dirty hands ending in broken and dirty fingernails snaked through the open areas of the gate. Jenn smiled over at Fred, raising her gun slightly in response. She wouldn’t shoot though—the Wasters would move on eventually… They always did.

Copyright © 2019 Julianne Snow


BLOG TOUR SPOTLIGHT: Origin of the Vampire — Ruth Spencer | #urbanfantasy @ruthiethevampireslayer @SDSXXTours

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Origin of the Vampire

The Cycle of life Book 1

Ruth Spencer

Genre: Urban Fantasy

Book FRONT Cover_399x600Christophe Haram is vampire, his skin is pale, his hair black. An avid reader of conspiracy theories, he is certain the mythical human race exist. During his wild youth he darkened his skin and dyed his hair, he remains unruly to this day.

A new dayclub, Sunrise, opens in his home town, Orionsby; and it appears to be a hotbed for trafficking missing vampires. While investigating Sunrise, Christophe uncovers terrifying tales of missing vampire spanning decades.

When, the manufactured bloods vampires drink runs out, vampires become feral.

Will chaos ensue?

And when an old friend returns with a proposition, is Christophe brave enough to accept it?

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About the Author: Ruth lives in Rothley, Leicestershire, England with her space obsessed husband Simon and her black cat Violet, who just wants a warm knee. She found her love of books at a young age and remembers the smell of the old library on her monthly visits with her mum. Together they would bring home books of many different genres and Ruth quickly moved from reading teen novels to digesting adult books.

Ruth Spencer_286x400Ruth was always afraid of horror films, she remembers the time her mum bought her The Thing to watch, thinking it a nice science fiction film. Ruth was terrified and her feelings for horror films remained until her mid twenties, when, suddenly she began to appreciate horror films and began reading Urban Fantasy books. Vampire films quickly became a favourite and the idea for her debut novel slowly began to take place.

Currently Ruth is writing the sequel to Origin of the Vampire and when she isn’t writing and promoting her book she loves to relax by drawing portraits. The great outdoors is a big passion and holidays in The Lake District and by the sea in Cornwall and Dorset give Ruth great inspiration. But it was walking in the woods close to home where Ruth had her eureka moment and worked out the final piece of the puzzle for her debut novel. Walking in the countryside near home remains a weekly ritual, and of course coffee and cake is essential before returning home.

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FLASH FICTION FRIDAY: Apocalyptic Toffee | #trickortreat #sweets #notsosweet #zombies

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Apocalyptic Toffee

Hallowe’en Night – 7:30PM


The first to be infected sat in a circle in the basement rec room of the parent who’d been sucked into the duty of trick-or-treating that year. There were superheroes, a princess, a witch, and even a cat, all of them devouring the small morsels of candy in their bags with reckless abandon. Mixed into the bounty were the small toffee tidbits lovingly handcrafted by the diminutive, elder woman who lived at the end of the cul-de-sac.

Each year the kids would run up the patio-stone walkway to knock loudly on her front door. And she would come out, her white hair always swept up into a tight bun, her arms bearing the bowl with her special treats. Each one would be greeted by name and a special remark made about their chosen costume for the year. Her house was always their favourite stop, and her toffee was the treat many of them saved for last.

But this year, the toffee was a little different. An ingredient had been tainted before it reached the small woman in her sunny kitchen. With each swirl of the wooden spoon around the saucepan, she mixed death into her sweets this year. And the neighbourhood would never be the same again.

It started with a quickening of the pulse, a flush coming over the children as they sat eating too much of their collected candy for one sitting. The stomach pains crept over them next, twisting cramps that doubled them over as they tried to climb the stairs in search of help. None of them made it past the wooden barrier before the change.

Hallowe’en Night – 8:33PM

“Kids! Your parents are here to pick you up!” The voice called from the front door, falling on deafened ears. Thinking the children were playing in the basement, or perhaps gorging themselves on all their candy, the brown-haired mother made a sweeping gesture to the congregated parents, inviting them in before moving down the hall. Her hand touched the gleaming doorknob and turned it, released the little monsters that waited for her.

They erupted from the basement, their bodies hungry for more than candy now. In a frenzy, amid the panicked screams, they ripped her apart, her blood mingling with the smears of chocolate already on their faces. It didn’t take them long to decimate her body, to infect her with their toffee sickness, her body rising in turn as the other parents came to investigate the source of the screams.

Hallowe’en Night – 11:18PM

The police couldn’t contain them and wound up succumbing like all the rest who’d had the misfortune of crossing their paths. It spread outward from the epicenter of the dead-ended street, a ballooning of bloody corpses in search of the uninfected. It was the start of something big, something that wouldn’t be stopped.

And at the centre of it all, a little old woman sat, scared and alone; unaware of the part she’d played in the end of the world.

All rights reserved © 2014 Julianne Snow

BLOG TOUR SPOTLIGHT: Wild Hunt — Nancy Kilpatrick | #adultdarkfantasy #darkfantasy @nancykwriter @SDSXXTours

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Wild Hunt

A Vampire Novella

Nancy Kilpatrick

Genre: Adult Dark Fantasy

Wild Hunt final ebook cover_389x600A sassy, legally-blind psychic.

A three centuries-old Transylvanian vampire.

Enemies. Each with their own endgame. Compelled to form a fragile alliance where every encounter crackles with as much attraction as repulsion.

This fast-paced, modern vampire novella vibrates with danger, treachery and Dark Romance. The plot twists and turns, the stakes are the highest, and nothing is as it seems.

Created by master storyteller Nancy Kilpatrick, readers are definitely in for an exciting, fun read.

Let the Wild Hunt begin!

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nancybg_400x300About the Author: Nancy Kilpatrick is an award-winning author. Her publishing credits include 22 novels, over 220 short stories, 6 collections of her stories, 1 graphic novel, 1 non-fiction book and, as well, she has edited 15 anthologies.  She lives in Montreal and her work is published in the U.S., Canada, the U.K., and has been translated into 8 languages.  These are the genres in which she has published: dark fantasy, horror, fantasy, mystery, science fiction, erotica. Details can be found on her website below.

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FLASH FICTION FRIDAY: Carly | #flashfiction #freefiction #undeadfiction

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It fluttered on the fence—the small piece of tattered fabric. I would have recognized the pattern from anywhere. Small eggplant coloured dots on a lavender background. It was once her favourite shirt. The shirt she was wearing when it happened.

I remember the day clearly. The sky was blue and the park full of kids, all of them laughing as they played.

But then they came. Their flesh greying, the smell of them making the breath catch in your throat.

Now I track you through the city, looking for bursts of purple among the decaying faces of the dead.

All Rights Reserved. Copyright © 2014 Julianne Snow