Steven Wolff's Blog
December 28, 2017
Goodbye 2017, Hello 2018!
This year was really challenging for me. The new year started off with a near-death experience followed by months of physical therapy. Despite how bad this event was, I still persisted and am happy to report The First Ones There: A Science Fiction Thriller was not only published on time, it's also available as a print book!
Now that 2018 is upon us, the question is what book am I going to write next? I'm not sure yet... I'm still thinking about it. I still want to write the werewolf novel RED, and I would also like to write the sequel to Anica Storm.
There's also two books I would like to write - The Picture Frame and The Power Of Friendship. I promised my two friends Pete and Nando that I would write this book after they came all the way from Texas when I was in the hospital. They literally made a difference in my recovery so I'm leaning towards writing this book, but my mind isn't made yet. Stay tuned to find out what's coming!
Now that 2018 is upon us, the question is what book am I going to write next? I'm not sure yet... I'm still thinking about it. I still want to write the werewolf novel RED, and I would also like to write the sequel to Anica Storm.
There's also two books I would like to write - The Picture Frame and The Power Of Friendship. I promised my two friends Pete and Nando that I would write this book after they came all the way from Texas when I was in the hospital. They literally made a difference in my recovery so I'm leaning towards writing this book, but my mind isn't made yet. Stay tuned to find out what's coming!
October 31, 2016
Happy Halloween!
I hope everyone is having a great Halloween! I'm excited to mention that book 2 of Self Aware is now out on Amazon.com! It has taken me roughly two years to get this book completed and I'm glad that it's two months ahead of schedule.
It was scheduled to be released this Christmas, but thankfully it was finished earlier this month. While I am sad to be leaving that world, I'm excited to write my next book called The First Ones There. It's going to be like The Martian - but it has nothing to do with Mars. :-)
For those of you who are fans of my work - thank you for reading my words and for allowing me to tell you a story. It's because of you I write, and I look forward to publishing more books in the future. Stay awesome!
Steven W.
It was scheduled to be released this Christmas, but thankfully it was finished earlier this month. While I am sad to be leaving that world, I'm excited to write my next book called The First Ones There. It's going to be like The Martian - but it has nothing to do with Mars. :-)
For those of you who are fans of my work - thank you for reading my words and for allowing me to tell you a story. It's because of you I write, and I look forward to publishing more books in the future. Stay awesome!
Steven W.
February 4, 2015
When To TIP and When NOT to Tip Your Authors....
If you're a reader like me, you can probably burn through a book in no time before looking for something else to read. (Thank you Libraries! I would be broke if it wasn't for you!) Wait a minute, I am broke... never mind. :-P~
Going back to what I said, people often forget or simply pass over the review button because they don't really care, or know how powerful their review is (or can be.) As an author who's been writing for years now, it's very rewarding to hear back from readers. I LOVE to hear a reader tell me their favorite scene in a book or character they like or hate. It validates all authors who sit down for hours on end, typing away at a blank screen. It's like a virtual pat on the back and everyone likes that.
What if you didn't like the book? That's okay too - let us know constructively. Tell us where we can improve so we can course correct if needed, but be aware that if you give a 1 star - you are hurting the author and I'm not talking emotionally (well, yeah, that too) but physically - as in sales and exposure.
With millions of new writers throwing their works into the Kindle book pile, it's hard to be seen. Amazon plucks the authors who have 3, 4, and 5 star reviews out of the ocean of writers and puts them on dry land for everyone to see. The result? More people see their book and read it - and there's a good chance that author will make some much needed money. (Honestly, we ALL need a few extra bucks.)
However, when you leave that 2 or 1 star review, that's like taking an author's head and dunking it underwater. You can't see them if they're under the surface, right? Unless that author REALLY deserves it, sometimes it's just best to not say anything. If you give us a 1 or 2 star - tell the author where we can improve so the next book can be better. If you leave a vague comment like "this book sucks" ~ that doesn't help anyone.
On the opposite side of the coin... if you really love a book - help the author by selling it to other readers in your comments.
Say something like "I really liked this book because the story was intriguing, and the characters made me not want to put the book down - they were so funny." Let others know what kind of experience they are in for.
Like I said, YOU hold the power to make a difference in the success and career of an author. Take two minutes of your time and leave a review on a book you've read. Think of it as leaving a TIP like if you were at a restaurant.
You were given a service... if it was good, please tip well. If it wasn't - email the author and let them know how they can do better for next time. Either way - leave a review and show your support... then everyone wins! :-)
Going back to what I said, people often forget or simply pass over the review button because they don't really care, or know how powerful their review is (or can be.) As an author who's been writing for years now, it's very rewarding to hear back from readers. I LOVE to hear a reader tell me their favorite scene in a book or character they like or hate. It validates all authors who sit down for hours on end, typing away at a blank screen. It's like a virtual pat on the back and everyone likes that.
What if you didn't like the book? That's okay too - let us know constructively. Tell us where we can improve so we can course correct if needed, but be aware that if you give a 1 star - you are hurting the author and I'm not talking emotionally (well, yeah, that too) but physically - as in sales and exposure.
With millions of new writers throwing their works into the Kindle book pile, it's hard to be seen. Amazon plucks the authors who have 3, 4, and 5 star reviews out of the ocean of writers and puts them on dry land for everyone to see. The result? More people see their book and read it - and there's a good chance that author will make some much needed money. (Honestly, we ALL need a few extra bucks.)
However, when you leave that 2 or 1 star review, that's like taking an author's head and dunking it underwater. You can't see them if they're under the surface, right? Unless that author REALLY deserves it, sometimes it's just best to not say anything. If you give us a 1 or 2 star - tell the author where we can improve so the next book can be better. If you leave a vague comment like "this book sucks" ~ that doesn't help anyone.
On the opposite side of the coin... if you really love a book - help the author by selling it to other readers in your comments.
Say something like "I really liked this book because the story was intriguing, and the characters made me not want to put the book down - they were so funny." Let others know what kind of experience they are in for.
Like I said, YOU hold the power to make a difference in the success and career of an author. Take two minutes of your time and leave a review on a book you've read. Think of it as leaving a TIP like if you were at a restaurant.
You were given a service... if it was good, please tip well. If it wasn't - email the author and let them know how they can do better for next time. Either way - leave a review and show your support... then everyone wins! :-)
January 27, 2015
Book Review/Checklist
Strong Female Protagonist
Intriguing Antagonist/Villain
Apocalyptic Setting
Scavengers & Marauders
Crazy perv guy
A super rich investor
A mutated zombie virus
A cure for the zombie virus
A corrupt government
Two friends trying to survive
Local settings: Portland, Salem & Eugene Oregon.
Geeks & Nerds
Lots of plot/story twists
Horde of zombies
Militia who does what they want
Lots of death & gore
Lots of pages (600+) @125 thousand words
Book Series (The story continues)
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Equals = Self Aware (A Zombie Series With A Fresh Twist!) Book 1
tinyurl.com/ZombiesNomNomNom
Intriguing Antagonist/Villain
Apocalyptic Setting
Scavengers & Marauders
Crazy perv guy
A super rich investor
A mutated zombie virus
A cure for the zombie virus
A corrupt government
Two friends trying to survive
Local settings: Portland, Salem & Eugene Oregon.
Geeks & Nerds
Lots of plot/story twists
Horde of zombies
Militia who does what they want
Lots of death & gore
Lots of pages (600+) @125 thousand words
Book Series (The story continues)
___________________________
Equals = Self Aware (A Zombie Series With A Fresh Twist!) Book 1
tinyurl.com/ZombiesNomNomNom
January 13, 2015
New Year - New Beginnings
I hope you guys are having a great 2015. Due to popular demand, I'm fast at work on my next novel called Self Aware (Revenge Of The Fallen) which is book two of my zombie series called Self-Aware. I love writing about zombies, but even more so, I love entertaining you guys.
My beta readers and regular readers are reporting back about everything they like about the first book. Even today, Self-Aware received a review that said "This is, perhaps, one of the goriest books I've read" which is a compliment.
Thanks to all of you here on goodreads, there is a thread that lists all the things you want in detail in a zombie book and so I wrote Self-Aware with that in mind. Yes, you want gore, the constant threat of danger, lots of zombies, etc. but you also want a believable story, likable characters, and you want to see them suffer (you evil people!) :-)
Well ~ Self-Aware (Revenge Of The Fallen) is currently underway and I'm shooting for Christmas - if not earlier. The plot is already laid out, the bad guys eviler, and the danger - unimaginable!
Here's a common theme I'll hint at for book two: A Storm Is Coming!
With that hint, I'll talk to you in my books! :-)
Steven W.
My beta readers and regular readers are reporting back about everything they like about the first book. Even today, Self-Aware received a review that said "This is, perhaps, one of the goriest books I've read" which is a compliment.
Thanks to all of you here on goodreads, there is a thread that lists all the things you want in detail in a zombie book and so I wrote Self-Aware with that in mind. Yes, you want gore, the constant threat of danger, lots of zombies, etc. but you also want a believable story, likable characters, and you want to see them suffer (you evil people!) :-)
Well ~ Self-Aware (Revenge Of The Fallen) is currently underway and I'm shooting for Christmas - if not earlier. The plot is already laid out, the bad guys eviler, and the danger - unimaginable!
Here's a common theme I'll hint at for book two: A Storm Is Coming!
With that hint, I'll talk to you in my books! :-)
Steven W.
December 17, 2014
Happy Holidays!
It's been a while, hasn't it?
Well I'm happy to report my new Zombie novel called Self-Aware (A Zombie Series With A Fresh Twist!) is now in the hands of the editors and will be released to the world on Christmas day, 2014!
It's been almost two years since I first started this series and i'm glad with the end result. So much time and effort has gone into it and I think you guys are really going to like it. The beta-readers LOVED it and I hope the world will too.
It's going to be released on Amazon and in the Kindle Unlimited program as well as KDP and KOLL only for 90 days and then it will be available on my website www.Steven-Wolff.com for sale, plus on the other sites like Smashwords, Kobo, Barnes & Noble, iTunes, etc.
My next book will probably be Anica Storm & The Dream Crystal (tentative title), but it might also depend on the success or failure of Self-Aware (book 1). If it does better than I expect, then I'll get to work on book 2 of Self-Aware and continue the story.
I appreciate all my fans, readers, and those who follow my work. My goal is to write full time and be supported by the income from my sales, but I'm not there yet. That's okay, it will come in time. For now, feel free to follow me, email me, or drop me a line to say hello.
Happy Holidays, hope you guys have a great holiday season and a very Happy New Year! :-D
Well I'm happy to report my new Zombie novel called Self-Aware (A Zombie Series With A Fresh Twist!) is now in the hands of the editors and will be released to the world on Christmas day, 2014!
It's been almost two years since I first started this series and i'm glad with the end result. So much time and effort has gone into it and I think you guys are really going to like it. The beta-readers LOVED it and I hope the world will too.
It's going to be released on Amazon and in the Kindle Unlimited program as well as KDP and KOLL only for 90 days and then it will be available on my website www.Steven-Wolff.com for sale, plus on the other sites like Smashwords, Kobo, Barnes & Noble, iTunes, etc.
My next book will probably be Anica Storm & The Dream Crystal (tentative title), but it might also depend on the success or failure of Self-Aware (book 1). If it does better than I expect, then I'll get to work on book 2 of Self-Aware and continue the story.
I appreciate all my fans, readers, and those who follow my work. My goal is to write full time and be supported by the income from my sales, but I'm not there yet. That's okay, it will come in time. For now, feel free to follow me, email me, or drop me a line to say hello.
Happy Holidays, hope you guys have a great holiday season and a very Happy New Year! :-D
July 18, 2014
Exclusive Sneak Peek of a New Zombie Series...
Warning: Contains Graphic Scenes & Regular Stuff Found in Zombie Movies/Shows. Not suitable for those under 17 years of age.
This is an unedited sneak peak at my new Zombie series called Self Aware (A Zombie Series with a Fresh Twist!) If you read this, please take a few moments and leave your thoughts in the comment section below for a chance to win a free early edition copy before it's released to the world.(And to give valuable feedback to the author.)
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CHAPTER ONE
To the west of Eugene, Oregon on a large ten acre pasture of land, sits an old two story house next to a tall oak tree. Underneath the tree is a tire swing that gently sways in the breeze; It’s hung there for many generations, entertaining young and old alike. Some say when you look at it, you can almost hear kids laughing in the wind.
Just on the other side of the house is an old weathered barn that has stood the test of time. Built in the 1880’s, it has survived everything Mother Nature, and man has thrown at it. Sure, it could use a fresh coat of red paint and a couple of nails here and there, but it still stands strong to this day.Out in front of the house an old man with a long white beard stands high up on a ladder.
“Dag nabit,” he yells while yanking up and down on a tangled string of holiday lights. On the ground below, a giant ball of wires and lights bounce in and out of an old cardboard box as the old man tries to untangle it from above.
Off in the distance, he hears the familiar squeal of brakes being applied so he turns his head in curiosity. Along the edge of his property, a car turns off the pavement and onto the dirt road leading up to a gate. A person gets out, opens the gate and drives through. Then they get out again and close the gate behind them before driving up towards the house. The squealing sound of the brakes is now replaced with the distinct sound of tiny rocks and pebbles hitting the under carriage of a car.
The old man steps down off the ladder and faces the direction of the car. He quickly grooms his long white beard with his hand and glances down at his blue overalls, brushing off any dust or hay before resuming his correct posture.
The car drives up slowly and comes to a stop with ten feet of the old man. The engine knocks for a second before going silent. A few seconds pass and the driver side door clicks open.
A woman wearing business casual clothing and large dark sunglasses steps out of the car in a serious manner. The old man squint’s his eyes and leans his head forward, “If you’re trying to sell me something, I’m not interested.”
“That’s too bad,” the brunette woman said taking off her sunglasses. The old man tilts his ear towards her direction.
“Stephanie?” he asks unsure.
“Hi Daddy,” She smiles wide. “Miss me?”
“Oh my goodness, Stephanie!!! What a surprise! Of course we missed you! Come here and give your old man a hug!”
Without hesitation Stephanie closes her eyes and dives into his warm embracing arms.
“Ooooo! It’s so good to see you,” She says smiling cheek to cheek. “Love the blue overalls too…very old McDonald-ish.”
“I’ll show you old McDonald.” He says tickling her ribs as she tries to get away but can’t.
“Okay! Okay! Ha ha ha ha…. I take it back, I take it BACK!” Stephanie says giggling.
“My eyesight might be going, but I can still move swiftly.”
“Why aren’t you wearing your new glasses?”
“You know me… I can’t stand anything on my face.”
“But Dad, they help you see.”
“I can see just fine… as long as it’s just a few feet in front of me. Heck, I even knew it was you when you pulled up.”
“Oh really? I parked ten feet away because I knew you couldn’t see me clearly.”
“It was your brakes that gave you away. You’re the only person I know whose breaks squeal like a newborn pig.”
Stephanie laughs, “Darn it… you got me again.”
“What brings you from so far away? Shouldn’t you be in class right now?”
“Normally yes, but we’re on Christmas vacation until the third of January… and Portland isn’t that far away Dad, it’s only a two hour drive. Since I’m off for two weeks, and it’s been a while since we last seen each other, I figured I’ll swing down and spend the holiday with you and mom… if that’s okay with you both?”
“Of course it is! You know that. Your mother and I were just wondering if you’d come around.”
“Speaking of mom, how’s she doing?”
“She’s doing good… moving a little slower these days, but still stubborn as a mule.”
“And grandma, still opinionated and crass?”
“Oh don’t you know it… She broke her Give-A-Damn meter long ago.”
“She’s how old now, ninety three?”
“Lord knows how old she is… she stopped counting after her seventies.”
“I hope to live as long as she does.” Stephanie says looking towards the house.
“Careful what you wish for… getting old isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be. Trust me, I know.”
There is a short pause where neither of them say anything.
“Want me to go get your mom or grandma?”
“There’s no rush… I’m here for two weeks; I’m sure I’ll get my fill of them. Right now I want to look at you.” Stephanie says glancing over her dad. “Your white beard, it’s getting so long!”
“Wha’? This old thing?” He lifts the bottom of his beard up to see it. “I call it my soup catcher, cause it’s always ending up in my soup or on my plate.”
“Ewww gross, Dad!”
He lets out a hearty laugh that brings a giant smile to her face. She loves seeing her dad happy. “That’s the one thing I’ve always loved about you daddy.”
“What’s that?”
“You’ve always had a way to make me laugh. I’ve really missed that. And this beautiful farm… so alive and green, all thanks to you.”
“Yeah, I guess you’re right. I thought retirement was supposed to be all relaxing and drinking tea. It’s not, there’s always something to do. Work work work.”
“Would you rather be doing this, or go back to truck driving?”
“As much as I miss it, I rather be doing this. Twenty five years on the road is long enough. Now the only thing I drive is my John Deer lawn mower.”
“I know what I’m getting you for Christmas then.”
“Oh yeah? What’s that?”
“A C.B. radio so you can talk to all your trucker buddies while mowing the lawn.”
“Your mother would have a cow if she found out I was talking on the C.B. again.”
“I’m kidding, dad.”
“Speaking of Christmas, if you don’t mind,” He lifts up on the string of lights to show Stephanie. “I could sure use a hand with these darn Christmas lights. They keep getting tangled.”
“I can’t believe you still have these… Didn’t you buy them before I was even born?”
“Something like that.”
“Don’t you think it might be time to upgrade, Dad.”
“I know, I know, Lord knows I tried, but you’re mother likes ‘em and heaven forbid I try to get rid of them. And there’s no use in arguing with her… She wins every time.”
“I know these run up your electricity bill and that breaks my heart… I know you guys have a limited income and can’t afford to have this.”
“You’re right, but we’ll deal with it after the holidays, like we always do. Besides, we can’t afford to get new ones.”
“Hold that thought.” Stephanie says pointing her index finger upwards to signal her dad to stay put. She unlocks the trunk of her car.
“I got you something I think you’ll like.”
“Beer?”
“No Dad, not beer… something even better.”
“Viagra?”
“DAD! Eeeewwww No… don’t put that thought in my head!”
He scratches the back of his head in confusion, looking down at the ground.
“Then what could it be?”
Stephanie slams the hood down and walks back towards her dad.
“I can’t believe you. Viagra… sheesh. Here, take this.”
Stephanie hands her dad a wrapped present with a shiny bow on it.
“What’s this?”
“A present.”
“I’ll go put it under the tree.”
“No, Dad… it’s for you to open now.”
“You sure?”
“Yes, go ahead, open it. I think you’ll like it.”
He starts to slide his finger along the edge of the paper where it’s taped, being careful not to ruin the wrapping.
“Just tear into it… we’re not going to reuse it.”
“But it’s good paper.”
“Geesh Dad… here let me help.” Stephanie uses one of her long fingernails to slash the paper from one corner to another.
“There, now you can’t reuse it. Now look inside.”
He holds the package at arm’s length away and squint’s his eyes.
“What’s this?”
“Well, what’s it say on the box?” Stephanie asks smiling.
“Lead lights? Never heard of those. They don’t feel heavy like lead.”
“Not lead lights, Dad. L.E.D. lights… they’re Christmas lights that are very energy efficient. They won’t use up so much electricity and risk burning down your house.”
“Don’t you think with all the crap we have that maybe a good burnin’ might be welcomed?”
“I know you don’t mean that.”
“I’m just saying… maybe if the house went up it might be a good thing.”
“Well now you don’t have to worry about that any more… these are cool to the touch and will last forever.”
“Thank you Stephanie, but do they twinkle? You know your mother likes them to twinkle.”
Stephanie laughs, “Yes Dad, they twinkle. In fact, if you look here, it says on the package that not only do they flash, but they have eight different settings.”
“Sounds complicated.”
“Trust me, it’s not. Wait till night fall and I’ll show you how easy it is. It’s just a press of a button.”
He looks at them closely, “These sure are tiny. Will people be able to see it?”
“They will, I promise… all the way to the road.” Stephanie says walking over to the old box of lights.
“What are you doing?” He asks watching her reel in the string of lights back into the box.
“I’m retiring these for good.” She says carrying the box to her car.
“Retiring? What do you mean?”
“I’m going to recycle them, Dad.” She says popping open the trunk on her car.
“Those are still good. I can use them for something else!”
“No Dad, these have got to go. Remember what we talked about… something called hording.”
“Are you sure? They’ve been in our family a long time.”
“I know Dad, and they’ve ran their course. You’ll like the new ones, I promise.”
“I might, but what about your mother or grandmother. They can be finicky about change.”
Stephanie slams the trunk shut and presses the alarm remote. The car chirps and the lights flash once to show it’s armed.
“I’ll explain to mom and grandma that this needed to happen. In fact, I’ll be happy to go talk to them now. Any idea where they might be?”
“Your mother’s probably watching her soap operas, sitting in her favorite chair; Grandma is probably upstairs in her room, cutting out newspaper articles to pin them on the wall, just like she always does.”
Stephanie makes her way to the porch and stops in her tracks, “I almost forgot something.”
She walks back briskly to her car and opens the passenger side door to grab something. She stands up and puts a white square box on the roof of the car before closing the door. She clicks the lock button and walks back with a big smile on her face, holding a white box with both hands.
“What’s that you’re holding?”
“What? This… let’s open it and find out…”
Stephanie looks down and pops the lid open slowly for her dad to see. Inside is a fresh baked apple pie; its crust flaky golden brown with steam radiating from the inside.
“Doesn’t it smell good?” She asks smiling.
He closes his eyes and takes a big whiff of the fragrance escaping the box.
“My oh my… it smells so delicious!” He then leans his head in and looks in both directions to see if anyone can hear. Speaking softly, he says “You know… we can both take this to the barn and enjoy it ourselves.”
“Dad… this is for all three of you!”
“Are you sure? Because this can be our little secret.”
“Dad! No.” Stephanie says smiling.
“Oh, all right. You know me… I just don’t like sharin’”
“Come on… let’s go put this inside so it’ll stay warm.” Stephanie says walking back to the front porch. She stops at the old screen door and waits for her dad to step up the three wooden steps. “I’m coming, I’m coming.” He says leaning his weight on the arm rail, taking it one step at a time.
“No rush. I’m not going anywhere.”
He pulls the screen door open and waits to walk in behind her. Stephanie places the pie near the garden window so the gentle breeze carries the fragrance throughout the house. Moments later, her mother leans forward in her chair with a confused look on her face. She sniffs the air several times.
“John, are you cooking something in the kitchen?”
Stephanie smiles and puts her index finger over her lips, signaling for her dad not to say anything. He nods in agreement.
Since there’s no answer, her mom gets up and puts her quilt down so she can investigate.
“Surprise Mom!” Stephanie says popping around the corner.
“Stephanie! What a nice surprise!” she says hugging her daughter.
“Hi Mom, I missed you.”
“I missed you too. How have you been? What brings you to this neck of the woods?”
“I’m good! I’m on my Christmas break and thought I would come down and spend the holidays with you guys if that’s okay?”
“Of course it is. Your dad and I had a little bet you would show up.” She says looking at John. He frowns and reaches in his pocket to pull out a wadded up ten dollar bill. He hesitantly puts it in her waiting hand.”
“Thank you, honey.” She smiles lovingly.
From atop of the stairs an old raspy voice yells, “Who’s down there?”
Stephanie moves to the bottom of the stairs and looks up at her grandma. She’s hunched over, leaning her weight on a silver walker with two tennis balls on the front. Her glasses are so thick that the lenses cause her eyes to look like an owl.
“It’s me grandma, Stephanie.” She says projecting her voice so she can hear.
“Stephanie? Do I know you?”
Stephanie looks back at her grandma and responds, “Yes grandma, you know me. I’m the one in vet school.”
“Vet school? You mean you’re in the military?”
“No grandma, not veteran; I’m in a Veterinarian school… you know, someone who helps animals get better.”
“Shouldn’t you be in school then? Is it because ya playin’ hookie?”
“No grandma, I’m on Christmas vacation. I figured I would spend it with you, ma and dad.”
“Christmas? Oh my… Is it that time again? I better go find my black Friday coupons.”
She lifts and turns her walker to the left, shuffling slowly out of sight.
Stephanie turns and whispers to her parents, “Should she be at the top of the stairs?”
“Of course not.” John says.
“Then why is she up there? She could fall down the stairs!”
“We know. It’s because she’s stubborn as a mule, that’s why. She’s lived upstairs all her life and is insistent on keeping things the way they are. Everything has its place and don’t you dare think of changing it or we’ll never hear the end of it.”
“Someone her age shouldn’t be living on the second floor. Those stairs are steep and dangerous, especially with her eye sight being so bad.”
“You’re preaching to the choir. Your mom and I have tried everything to keep her from going up them stairs. We’ve tried boards, baby gates, rope, you name it, but she just grabs on and starts a rockin’ back and forth until they come off the wall.”
“Has she fallen yet?”
“Are you kidding?” John looks at Stephanie in disbelief. “If it wasn’t for that big hump on her back, she would probably be in the hospital with multiple hip fractures.”
“John!” Stephanie’s mom slaps him on the shoulder.
“What? It’s true… she’s a turtle and you know it. Every time she falls on her back, she flails her arms in every direction until she grabs onto something and rights herself up.”
“That’s your mother in law!”
“More like tortoise in law.” He jokes playfully.
*Smack*
John laughs raising his arm up to block any more hits.
“Don’t listen to your dad. He’s been out in the sun too long.”
“What’s up there that’s so important?” Stephanie asks.
“Her clipping room… four giant corkboard walls lined with hundreds of newspaper clippings, magazine cut outs, you name it. She loves cutting things out with her scissors and pinning them up on the wall since before you were born. I can’t tell you how many of my favorite magazines have been destroyed.”
“Or my morning newspaper.” John adds.
“Yeah, well we need to remember this is her house and she’s been kind enough to let us move in with her. A little clipping here and there is not much to ask for living rent free.”
“Show your mom what’s in the box.” John says.
“Is it what I think it is?” She says smiling.
Stephanie reaches over and presents the apple pie with the golden crust.
“My lord, would you look at that crust! It looks so delicious; I can’t wait to have some.”
“I know it’s your favorite and I wanted to surprise you both.”
“You did! Do you know what would go great with this?”
“What?” Stephanie asks.
“Homemade vanilla ice cream! We’ve made some the other day from the left over milk we had from milking the cows.”
“I can’t remember when the last time I had fresh from the farm ice cream. Are you still using the old fashioned crank bucket too?”
“Oh yes, we still use it.” Her mom says as she walks over to the freezer and grabs a metal canister. She carries it back and puts it in front of Stephanie who lifts the lid to see the vanilla ice cream inside.
“Wow. This is really old fashioned.” Stephanie says while swiping her index finger through the ice cream, but before she could lick her finger, her mom swats her hand like a fly.”
“Speaking of some things never changing.” She looks at Stephanie with both hands on her hips.
Stephanie looks at her mom with a sheepish grin on her face. “I love you!”
“I’ll give you an I love you in a minute… Go grab some plates and silverware and help set the table. Silly girl…”
“Yes mom,” Stephanie giggles and gets up fast.
Her dad starts scooping ice cream from the container as her mother serves up the apple pie on the plates.
After the plates and silverware are set, everyone sits down and starts to enjoy the yummy dessert. Stephanie looks at her apple pie melting the cold cream, causing it to pool on her plate. She quickly scoops it with her spoon and closes her eyes.
“Oh my gawd… I’m in heaven.” Stephanie blurts out.
“Good stuff huh?” Her dad says, not paying attention to his beard catching some of the ice cream and pie filling.
“Dad… you’re doing it again!” Stephanie points and laughs.
He looks down and starts wiping his frizzled white beard with his napkin.
“John… I swear one of these nights when you least expect it, I’m going to cut your beard with my mother’s clipping scissors.”
“Sorry…” He says paying better attention to his plate. Stephanie’s mom looks at Stephanie, nodding her head left and right. “I thought you were still at the University of Oregon? What happened?”
“I was but I had a change of heart. I hated my business classes because in order to compete in today’s business world you have to be aggressive and cut throat... that’s not who I am.”
“That’s because you’re too nice Stephanie. Lord knows how many Girl Scout cookies I had to pay for out of pocket because you kept giving them away. Do you remember that?”
Stephanie smiles, “Yes, it’s because most of my friends had no money.”
“Well nothing’s free in this world. Everything comes at a price.”
“I know. I’m stuck with two student loans now.” Stephanie says regretfully.
“So do you like working with animals better?”
“I do. I’ve always loved animals and enjoy being around them.”
Her dad looks up and says “Your mother and I took that into consideration when we decided to buy the old place, so you could be surrounded by them.”
“I’m so appreciative of that. I think this might be my calling.”
“Well good,” He says. “If ever my horses or cows get sick, I might need ya to make a house call.”
“Deal… only if you have some more vanilla ice cream waiting for me in the freezer.”
“Tell me… do you have to dress up like a secretary to be in vet school?”
Stephanie looks down at what she’s wearing and then back up at her dad, “You mean what I’ve got on? No, this isn’t what we normally wear. In class we’re usually in scrubs, but today I’m dressed formally because I attended a fund raising event for our local animal shelter.”
“Ah, I see.”
“Oh… and Dad, they don’t call them secretaries any more.”
“Well what do you call them, then?”
“They’re administrative assistants. It’s more gender neutral.”
“You mean there are men who are secretaries?”
“Ugh, yes dad, there are male administrative assistants.”
“Lord I can’t keep up with all your new lingo.” He says pushing his empty plate away from him. He wipes his mouth with a checkered red and white napkin before throwing it down on his plate.
“That was delicious apple pie, or whatever you kids call it these days.” John says as he stands up and takes his plate to the sink.
“It’s still apple pie, silly.” Stephanie says smiling.
Stephanie’s mom reaches out to John as he walks by to get his attention. “Will you go check on Tommy? He’s awfully quiet.”
“Yes dear.” John says leaning over to kiss the top of her head before walking out of the room.
“I didn’t know Tommy is here. Is Lorraine here too?”
“She’s at work right now, till four.”
“Where’s Jack, why isn’t he watching the kids?”
“Oh, you don’t know?”
“Know what?”
“Your sister Lorraine and Jack had a nasty fight. They broke up a few months ago.”
“I’m sorry to hear that.” Stephanie says.
“Jack, as you know, has a serious drinking problem and when he’s drunk, he’s very abusive. He hit Rusty, who’s only 7 years old and that was the last straw. Lorraine took Tommy and Rusty and came here to live with us until she can get back on her feet.”
“That’s terrible. Is Rusty okay?”
“Rusty’s fine. He’s outside playin’ in the back like all little boys his age do. Probably catchin’ frogs or grasshoppers. Tommy is in the other room, taking a nap.”
“I’m glad the kids are okay and out of that abusive environment. So I take it they are getting a divorce?”
“Your dad and I want her too, but she thinks that they can work things out. I’m like Lorraine, you can’t fix this. It’s a slippery slope that goes downhill. It won’t be long before he’ll be sleepin’ around and then the next thing you know, you’re scratchin’ your cookie like a hound has fleas.”
Stephanie laughs, “I’m sorry,” She tries to cover her smile. “Ha, ha, ha… I know this isn’t funny subject, but I haven’t heard that word in a long time.”
“What, cookie or hound has fleas?”
“Cookie. You’re the only person I know who calls it that.”
“It’s true. Once a cheater, always a cheater, and it won’t be funny when she’s pissin’ fire.”
Stephanie takes a moment to regain her composure, wiping the tear from the corner of her eye.
“So…. How’s dad taking retirement?” Stephanie asks using her fork to cut a piece of pie.
“Oh… okay, I guess. He really wishes he was on back on the road driving, or that you would follow in his footsteps and become a truck driver like your daddy.
“I know mom, but we both know that’s not going to happen.”
Her mom takes a deep breath and lets out a quiet sigh.
“You should have seen his face the day you were born. He was hoping you were a boy.”
“Mom, can we not talk about this, please? I know me being a truck driver or not being a boy was a big disappointment to dad. I’m sorry, but that will never change.”
“He still loves you, even if you’re not a boy.”
“Can we talk about more upbeat things? Did Dad tell you I got you guys some L.E.D. Christmas lights?”
“Not yet. Why did you do that? We have perfectly good Christmas lights.”
“You and Dad sound so alike, do you know that?”
“Did you save the receipt?”
“No, Mom… I’m not taking them back. The reason I got them is because they are energy efficient and won’t run up your electric bill.”
“Yeah, but I like my lights to twinkle.”
“I know… and these have eight different twinkle settings. Darn it, now you have me saying it. These have eight different flash settings. After the sun sets in a few hours, I’ll plug them in and show you guys.
“You didn’t have to… but thank you.”
“You’re welcome, and yes, it needed to happen.”
Outside along the edge of the property is a long wooden fence that separates the property line. Rusty, who is bored of chasing bugs, finds a long skinny branch on the ground. He picks it up and examines it, before swinging it left and right like a sword. He looks at the fence and decides to hold the branch out to his side, letting the branch tap every fence post along the way.
Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.
Across the street just beyond the dense tree line, a tall boney man in his mid-twenties shuffles slowly through the woods. It suddenly stops in place when it hears tapping off in the distance. His head swings forward and quickly to the left, as it listens intently.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
A piece of flesh slowly starts to dangle from his grayish blue face as a fly lands on it. His decayed teeth are now exposed to the air as drool starts to seep out of the new opening. It jerks its body towards the sound, changing direction towards the tapping. Rusty continues walking and then suddenly stops when he sees the man walk out of the treeline.
The man walks across the road and up to the wooden fence that holds him back. He reaches out to grab the young boy, but he’s out of arm’s reach. He swings his head left and right, as if looking at the barrier keeping him from what he wants most.
Rusty catches a whiff of the guy’s decaying body so he pinches his nose, “Pew wee, mister… You smell like rotting garbage!”
“Marrrrrggggghhhhhhhhh!”
The creature leans in, causing the fence to buckle, but it still holds him back.
“Marrgh? You sure do talk funny. Do you have a cold or something?”
“Garrrrgghhhhhhhhhh!” The creature says pacing back and forth along the fence, trying to get in.
“Are you wanting someone to play with?”
“Muaahhhharrrrrrrgghhhh!!!”
“That’s great! I’m looking for someone to play with too. How about we play… Tag, you’re it!”
“Garrrraagghhhhhhhhhhh!!!”
“Okay, I’ll go first! Tag…,”Rusty quickly slaps the top of the man’s hand, knocking a layer of skin onto the ground.
“Eeeeewwwww, that’s gross. Does your hand hurt?”
“Murrrraggggghhhhhhhh!” the creature lunges at Rusty, but again the fence holds him back.
“Okay, now you’re it. I can’t play outside the fence so you’re gonna have to come inside with me.” Rusty says lifting the handle up on the gate.
From inside the house, everyone hears an ear piercing scream.
“What was that?” Stephanie says alarmed. Her mom rushes over to the garden window and looks out towards the edge of the property.
“Oh my god…. No….Noooo!!!” Her mom covers her mouth with both hands as tears start streaming from her eyes, unable to look away. Stephanie looks at her and then out the window to see what she sees. In the distance, she sees the bony man attacking Rusty.
“Call 911! CALL 911!!!” Stephanie shoves her phone in her mom’s chest before bolting out the front door as fast as she can. The screen door slams shut behind her as she runs as fast as she can go.
“Get off of him, get away, GET AWAY!!!” Stephanie yells frantically, almost out of breath. The man looks up and growls, showing his decaying teeth with chunks of flesh stuck between them.
“Marrrrgguguuhhhhhh!!!”
He reaches into the chest and rips the child’s organs out, one hand at a time before shoving them in his mouth. After a few bites, he spits them out to make room for more. Stephanie slows down running and starts to throw up in disgust.
Unable to look away, she watches in horror as the creature bites into his heart, causing red blood to shoot in several directions. As she’s hunched over, rage starts to course through her veins as she clenches her fist tight. With a mighty war cry, Stephanie starts running full speed towards him delivering a kick into its ribs hard enough to lift him a few feet off of Rusty. The creature falls to his side unfazed by a kick that would have regular men wallowing in pain.
Stephanie’s eyes widen in fear when she realizes it didn’t bother him. In desperation, she scans the ground looking for anything that can be used as a weapon. She grabs a thick broken branch from a nearby tree and swoops down to grab it. She winds up and swings it with all her might, connecting with the side of the man’s face, sending hundreds of pieces of wood, splinters and teeth flying in all directions. The whack was so loud it echoed off the barn house several hundred feet away.
The bony man looks at the ground dazed, as he crawls on his hands and knees; his lower jaw barely hanging from a small piece of flesh. He looks up at Stephanie and then starts crawling back towards Rusty.
Stephanie grabs him by the back of the shirt and struggles to keep him away, but for a skinny guy, he’s incredibly strong. Stephanie grabs onto the fence and hangs on with one arm, holding the man by the collar with the other.
One of the fence boards dislodges and the man starts pulling Stephanie. She gets up and grabs the fence board with both hands, raising it high above her head. She swings it down with all her might, bashing the man’s head in, over and over until he stops moving and she feels the ground on the other side.
She looks at her nephew’s lifeless body, and begins to sob.
Where his heart, liver and lungs should be is now an empty chest cavity, with just a piece of spinal cord sticking up through a dark pool of red blood. Stephanie’s mouth trembles uncontrollably as she drops the fence board next to her, as she falls to her knees crying.
She looks up towards the sky, pleading in vain. “Please….no….. God…. no…..help me…. Please, someone help me…” She lifts his lifeless body in her arms, softly caressing his hair with her trembling fingers.
John makes his way to Stephanie as fast as he can, holding a loaded shot gun. When he sees that he’s too late, he lowers his head and takes off his hat.
Stephanie looks up at him with tears streaming down, “Help us… Daddy…. Please?”
It breaks his heart to see his daughter soaked in blood, holding Rusty’s lifeless body. Moments later, Stephanie’s mom rushes up, out of breath. John grabs her and quickly turns her away, but not before she catches a glimpse of Rusty’s arm dangling lifeless.
“My grandbaby… my grandbaby… what has he done?!? What kind of person would do such a thing?” She squirms in John’s arms, sobbing uncontrollably as he escorts her back to the house. Sirens can be heard off in the distance as Stephanie rocks Rusty’s lifeless body back and forth.
“OUCH!” Stephanie yells out in pain as she quickly pushes him off of her. She glances down and sees blood oozing from tiny teeth marks on her breast.
“What… the?”
Stephanie puts her hand over her breast and holds it there. With her free arm, she rolls Rusty off of his side so she can see his face. It’s still the same little boy she’s always known, his eyelids closed as if asleep. She looks at his lifeless body for a good minute and tries to rationalize what just happened.
‘Maybe it was an involuntary twitch’ she thinks.
She looks at his sweet, innocent face and those distinct little red freckles. She reaches her fingers towards his eyelids, but hesitates. Something inside her wants to lift them and see what’s underneath, but something else in her tells her not to. After a few moments of self reflection, she reaches her hand towards his eyes.
Suddenly Rusty’s eyes shoot open and stare back at Stephanie, causing her to gasp and retract her hand.
His eyes are pitch black and reflective in the center, almost like a cat’s eyes.
Stephanie feels the pain in her breast radiating to other parts of her body.
“Aaaarrrgghhhh.” She yells out in agony, pulling on her shirt so she can see what’s happening.
Black veins shoot outward in every direction from the bite marks, extending down her arms and up her neck.
Stephanie slumps over in pain, losing consciousness; her last thought …
‘So this is how I die.’
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CHAPTER ONE
To the west of Eugene, Oregon on a large ten acre pasture of land, sits an old two story house next to a tall oak tree. Underneath the tree is a tire swing that gently sways in the breeze; It’s hung there for many generations, entertaining young and old alike. Some say when you look at it, you can almost hear kids laughing in the wind.
Just on the other side of the house is an old weathered barn that has stood the test of time. Built in the 1880’s, it has survived everything Mother Nature, and man has thrown at it. Sure, it could use a fresh coat of red paint and a couple of nails here and there, but it still stands strong to this day.Out in front of the house an old man with a long white beard stands high up on a ladder.
“Dag nabit,” he yells while yanking up and down on a tangled string of holiday lights. On the ground below, a giant ball of wires and lights bounce in and out of an old cardboard box as the old man tries to untangle it from above.
Off in the distance, he hears the familiar squeal of brakes being applied so he turns his head in curiosity. Along the edge of his property, a car turns off the pavement and onto the dirt road leading up to a gate. A person gets out, opens the gate and drives through. Then they get out again and close the gate behind them before driving up towards the house. The squealing sound of the brakes is now replaced with the distinct sound of tiny rocks and pebbles hitting the under carriage of a car.
The old man steps down off the ladder and faces the direction of the car. He quickly grooms his long white beard with his hand and glances down at his blue overalls, brushing off any dust or hay before resuming his correct posture.
The car drives up slowly and comes to a stop with ten feet of the old man. The engine knocks for a second before going silent. A few seconds pass and the driver side door clicks open.
A woman wearing business casual clothing and large dark sunglasses steps out of the car in a serious manner. The old man squint’s his eyes and leans his head forward, “If you’re trying to sell me something, I’m not interested.”
“That’s too bad,” the brunette woman said taking off her sunglasses. The old man tilts his ear towards her direction.
“Stephanie?” he asks unsure.
“Hi Daddy,” She smiles wide. “Miss me?”
“Oh my goodness, Stephanie!!! What a surprise! Of course we missed you! Come here and give your old man a hug!”
Without hesitation Stephanie closes her eyes and dives into his warm embracing arms.
“Ooooo! It’s so good to see you,” She says smiling cheek to cheek. “Love the blue overalls too…very old McDonald-ish.”
“I’ll show you old McDonald.” He says tickling her ribs as she tries to get away but can’t.
“Okay! Okay! Ha ha ha ha…. I take it back, I take it BACK!” Stephanie says giggling.
“My eyesight might be going, but I can still move swiftly.”
“Why aren’t you wearing your new glasses?”
“You know me… I can’t stand anything on my face.”
“But Dad, they help you see.”
“I can see just fine… as long as it’s just a few feet in front of me. Heck, I even knew it was you when you pulled up.”
“Oh really? I parked ten feet away because I knew you couldn’t see me clearly.”
“It was your brakes that gave you away. You’re the only person I know whose breaks squeal like a newborn pig.”
Stephanie laughs, “Darn it… you got me again.”
“What brings you from so far away? Shouldn’t you be in class right now?”
“Normally yes, but we’re on Christmas vacation until the third of January… and Portland isn’t that far away Dad, it’s only a two hour drive. Since I’m off for two weeks, and it’s been a while since we last seen each other, I figured I’ll swing down and spend the holiday with you and mom… if that’s okay with you both?”
“Of course it is! You know that. Your mother and I were just wondering if you’d come around.”
“Speaking of mom, how’s she doing?”
“She’s doing good… moving a little slower these days, but still stubborn as a mule.”
“And grandma, still opinionated and crass?”
“Oh don’t you know it… She broke her Give-A-Damn meter long ago.”
“She’s how old now, ninety three?”
“Lord knows how old she is… she stopped counting after her seventies.”
“I hope to live as long as she does.” Stephanie says looking towards the house.
“Careful what you wish for… getting old isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be. Trust me, I know.”
There is a short pause where neither of them say anything.
“Want me to go get your mom or grandma?”
“There’s no rush… I’m here for two weeks; I’m sure I’ll get my fill of them. Right now I want to look at you.” Stephanie says glancing over her dad. “Your white beard, it’s getting so long!”
“Wha’? This old thing?” He lifts the bottom of his beard up to see it. “I call it my soup catcher, cause it’s always ending up in my soup or on my plate.”
“Ewww gross, Dad!”
He lets out a hearty laugh that brings a giant smile to her face. She loves seeing her dad happy. “That’s the one thing I’ve always loved about you daddy.”
“What’s that?”
“You’ve always had a way to make me laugh. I’ve really missed that. And this beautiful farm… so alive and green, all thanks to you.”
“Yeah, I guess you’re right. I thought retirement was supposed to be all relaxing and drinking tea. It’s not, there’s always something to do. Work work work.”
“Would you rather be doing this, or go back to truck driving?”
“As much as I miss it, I rather be doing this. Twenty five years on the road is long enough. Now the only thing I drive is my John Deer lawn mower.”
“I know what I’m getting you for Christmas then.”
“Oh yeah? What’s that?”
“A C.B. radio so you can talk to all your trucker buddies while mowing the lawn.”
“Your mother would have a cow if she found out I was talking on the C.B. again.”
“I’m kidding, dad.”
“Speaking of Christmas, if you don’t mind,” He lifts up on the string of lights to show Stephanie. “I could sure use a hand with these darn Christmas lights. They keep getting tangled.”
“I can’t believe you still have these… Didn’t you buy them before I was even born?”
“Something like that.”
“Don’t you think it might be time to upgrade, Dad.”
“I know, I know, Lord knows I tried, but you’re mother likes ‘em and heaven forbid I try to get rid of them. And there’s no use in arguing with her… She wins every time.”
“I know these run up your electricity bill and that breaks my heart… I know you guys have a limited income and can’t afford to have this.”
“You’re right, but we’ll deal with it after the holidays, like we always do. Besides, we can’t afford to get new ones.”
“Hold that thought.” Stephanie says pointing her index finger upwards to signal her dad to stay put. She unlocks the trunk of her car.
“I got you something I think you’ll like.”
“Beer?”
“No Dad, not beer… something even better.”
“Viagra?”
“DAD! Eeeewwww No… don’t put that thought in my head!”
He scratches the back of his head in confusion, looking down at the ground.
“Then what could it be?”
Stephanie slams the hood down and walks back towards her dad.
“I can’t believe you. Viagra… sheesh. Here, take this.”
Stephanie hands her dad a wrapped present with a shiny bow on it.
“What’s this?”
“A present.”
“I’ll go put it under the tree.”
“No, Dad… it’s for you to open now.”
“You sure?”
“Yes, go ahead, open it. I think you’ll like it.”
He starts to slide his finger along the edge of the paper where it’s taped, being careful not to ruin the wrapping.
“Just tear into it… we’re not going to reuse it.”
“But it’s good paper.”
“Geesh Dad… here let me help.” Stephanie uses one of her long fingernails to slash the paper from one corner to another.
“There, now you can’t reuse it. Now look inside.”
He holds the package at arm’s length away and squint’s his eyes.
“What’s this?”
“Well, what’s it say on the box?” Stephanie asks smiling.
“Lead lights? Never heard of those. They don’t feel heavy like lead.”
“Not lead lights, Dad. L.E.D. lights… they’re Christmas lights that are very energy efficient. They won’t use up so much electricity and risk burning down your house.”
“Don’t you think with all the crap we have that maybe a good burnin’ might be welcomed?”
“I know you don’t mean that.”
“I’m just saying… maybe if the house went up it might be a good thing.”
“Well now you don’t have to worry about that any more… these are cool to the touch and will last forever.”
“Thank you Stephanie, but do they twinkle? You know your mother likes them to twinkle.”
Stephanie laughs, “Yes Dad, they twinkle. In fact, if you look here, it says on the package that not only do they flash, but they have eight different settings.”
“Sounds complicated.”
“Trust me, it’s not. Wait till night fall and I’ll show you how easy it is. It’s just a press of a button.”
He looks at them closely, “These sure are tiny. Will people be able to see it?”
“They will, I promise… all the way to the road.” Stephanie says walking over to the old box of lights.
“What are you doing?” He asks watching her reel in the string of lights back into the box.
“I’m retiring these for good.” She says carrying the box to her car.
“Retiring? What do you mean?”
“I’m going to recycle them, Dad.” She says popping open the trunk on her car.
“Those are still good. I can use them for something else!”
“No Dad, these have got to go. Remember what we talked about… something called hording.”
“Are you sure? They’ve been in our family a long time.”
“I know Dad, and they’ve ran their course. You’ll like the new ones, I promise.”
“I might, but what about your mother or grandmother. They can be finicky about change.”
Stephanie slams the trunk shut and presses the alarm remote. The car chirps and the lights flash once to show it’s armed.
“I’ll explain to mom and grandma that this needed to happen. In fact, I’ll be happy to go talk to them now. Any idea where they might be?”
“Your mother’s probably watching her soap operas, sitting in her favorite chair; Grandma is probably upstairs in her room, cutting out newspaper articles to pin them on the wall, just like she always does.”
Stephanie makes her way to the porch and stops in her tracks, “I almost forgot something.”
She walks back briskly to her car and opens the passenger side door to grab something. She stands up and puts a white square box on the roof of the car before closing the door. She clicks the lock button and walks back with a big smile on her face, holding a white box with both hands.
“What’s that you’re holding?”
“What? This… let’s open it and find out…”
Stephanie looks down and pops the lid open slowly for her dad to see. Inside is a fresh baked apple pie; its crust flaky golden brown with steam radiating from the inside.
“Doesn’t it smell good?” She asks smiling.
He closes his eyes and takes a big whiff of the fragrance escaping the box.
“My oh my… it smells so delicious!” He then leans his head in and looks in both directions to see if anyone can hear. Speaking softly, he says “You know… we can both take this to the barn and enjoy it ourselves.”
“Dad… this is for all three of you!”
“Are you sure? Because this can be our little secret.”
“Dad! No.” Stephanie says smiling.
“Oh, all right. You know me… I just don’t like sharin’”
“Come on… let’s go put this inside so it’ll stay warm.” Stephanie says walking back to the front porch. She stops at the old screen door and waits for her dad to step up the three wooden steps. “I’m coming, I’m coming.” He says leaning his weight on the arm rail, taking it one step at a time.
“No rush. I’m not going anywhere.”
He pulls the screen door open and waits to walk in behind her. Stephanie places the pie near the garden window so the gentle breeze carries the fragrance throughout the house. Moments later, her mother leans forward in her chair with a confused look on her face. She sniffs the air several times.
“John, are you cooking something in the kitchen?”
Stephanie smiles and puts her index finger over her lips, signaling for her dad not to say anything. He nods in agreement.
Since there’s no answer, her mom gets up and puts her quilt down so she can investigate.
“Surprise Mom!” Stephanie says popping around the corner.
“Stephanie! What a nice surprise!” she says hugging her daughter.
“Hi Mom, I missed you.”
“I missed you too. How have you been? What brings you to this neck of the woods?”
“I’m good! I’m on my Christmas break and thought I would come down and spend the holidays with you guys if that’s okay?”
“Of course it is. Your dad and I had a little bet you would show up.” She says looking at John. He frowns and reaches in his pocket to pull out a wadded up ten dollar bill. He hesitantly puts it in her waiting hand.”
“Thank you, honey.” She smiles lovingly.
From atop of the stairs an old raspy voice yells, “Who’s down there?”
Stephanie moves to the bottom of the stairs and looks up at her grandma. She’s hunched over, leaning her weight on a silver walker with two tennis balls on the front. Her glasses are so thick that the lenses cause her eyes to look like an owl.
“It’s me grandma, Stephanie.” She says projecting her voice so she can hear.
“Stephanie? Do I know you?”
Stephanie looks back at her grandma and responds, “Yes grandma, you know me. I’m the one in vet school.”
“Vet school? You mean you’re in the military?”
“No grandma, not veteran; I’m in a Veterinarian school… you know, someone who helps animals get better.”
“Shouldn’t you be in school then? Is it because ya playin’ hookie?”
“No grandma, I’m on Christmas vacation. I figured I would spend it with you, ma and dad.”
“Christmas? Oh my… Is it that time again? I better go find my black Friday coupons.”
She lifts and turns her walker to the left, shuffling slowly out of sight.
Stephanie turns and whispers to her parents, “Should she be at the top of the stairs?”
“Of course not.” John says.
“Then why is she up there? She could fall down the stairs!”
“We know. It’s because she’s stubborn as a mule, that’s why. She’s lived upstairs all her life and is insistent on keeping things the way they are. Everything has its place and don’t you dare think of changing it or we’ll never hear the end of it.”
“Someone her age shouldn’t be living on the second floor. Those stairs are steep and dangerous, especially with her eye sight being so bad.”
“You’re preaching to the choir. Your mom and I have tried everything to keep her from going up them stairs. We’ve tried boards, baby gates, rope, you name it, but she just grabs on and starts a rockin’ back and forth until they come off the wall.”
“Has she fallen yet?”
“Are you kidding?” John looks at Stephanie in disbelief. “If it wasn’t for that big hump on her back, she would probably be in the hospital with multiple hip fractures.”
“John!” Stephanie’s mom slaps him on the shoulder.
“What? It’s true… she’s a turtle and you know it. Every time she falls on her back, she flails her arms in every direction until she grabs onto something and rights herself up.”
“That’s your mother in law!”
“More like tortoise in law.” He jokes playfully.
*Smack*
John laughs raising his arm up to block any more hits.
“Don’t listen to your dad. He’s been out in the sun too long.”
“What’s up there that’s so important?” Stephanie asks.
“Her clipping room… four giant corkboard walls lined with hundreds of newspaper clippings, magazine cut outs, you name it. She loves cutting things out with her scissors and pinning them up on the wall since before you were born. I can’t tell you how many of my favorite magazines have been destroyed.”
“Or my morning newspaper.” John adds.
“Yeah, well we need to remember this is her house and she’s been kind enough to let us move in with her. A little clipping here and there is not much to ask for living rent free.”
“Show your mom what’s in the box.” John says.
“Is it what I think it is?” She says smiling.
Stephanie reaches over and presents the apple pie with the golden crust.
“My lord, would you look at that crust! It looks so delicious; I can’t wait to have some.”
“I know it’s your favorite and I wanted to surprise you both.”
“You did! Do you know what would go great with this?”
“What?” Stephanie asks.
“Homemade vanilla ice cream! We’ve made some the other day from the left over milk we had from milking the cows.”
“I can’t remember when the last time I had fresh from the farm ice cream. Are you still using the old fashioned crank bucket too?”
“Oh yes, we still use it.” Her mom says as she walks over to the freezer and grabs a metal canister. She carries it back and puts it in front of Stephanie who lifts the lid to see the vanilla ice cream inside.
“Wow. This is really old fashioned.” Stephanie says while swiping her index finger through the ice cream, but before she could lick her finger, her mom swats her hand like a fly.”
“Speaking of some things never changing.” She looks at Stephanie with both hands on her hips.
Stephanie looks at her mom with a sheepish grin on her face. “I love you!”
“I’ll give you an I love you in a minute… Go grab some plates and silverware and help set the table. Silly girl…”
“Yes mom,” Stephanie giggles and gets up fast.
Her dad starts scooping ice cream from the container as her mother serves up the apple pie on the plates.
After the plates and silverware are set, everyone sits down and starts to enjoy the yummy dessert. Stephanie looks at her apple pie melting the cold cream, causing it to pool on her plate. She quickly scoops it with her spoon and closes her eyes.
“Oh my gawd… I’m in heaven.” Stephanie blurts out.
“Good stuff huh?” Her dad says, not paying attention to his beard catching some of the ice cream and pie filling.
“Dad… you’re doing it again!” Stephanie points and laughs.
He looks down and starts wiping his frizzled white beard with his napkin.
“John… I swear one of these nights when you least expect it, I’m going to cut your beard with my mother’s clipping scissors.”
“Sorry…” He says paying better attention to his plate. Stephanie’s mom looks at Stephanie, nodding her head left and right. “I thought you were still at the University of Oregon? What happened?”
“I was but I had a change of heart. I hated my business classes because in order to compete in today’s business world you have to be aggressive and cut throat... that’s not who I am.”
“That’s because you’re too nice Stephanie. Lord knows how many Girl Scout cookies I had to pay for out of pocket because you kept giving them away. Do you remember that?”
Stephanie smiles, “Yes, it’s because most of my friends had no money.”
“Well nothing’s free in this world. Everything comes at a price.”
“I know. I’m stuck with two student loans now.” Stephanie says regretfully.
“So do you like working with animals better?”
“I do. I’ve always loved animals and enjoy being around them.”
Her dad looks up and says “Your mother and I took that into consideration when we decided to buy the old place, so you could be surrounded by them.”
“I’m so appreciative of that. I think this might be my calling.”
“Well good,” He says. “If ever my horses or cows get sick, I might need ya to make a house call.”
“Deal… only if you have some more vanilla ice cream waiting for me in the freezer.”
“Tell me… do you have to dress up like a secretary to be in vet school?”
Stephanie looks down at what she’s wearing and then back up at her dad, “You mean what I’ve got on? No, this isn’t what we normally wear. In class we’re usually in scrubs, but today I’m dressed formally because I attended a fund raising event for our local animal shelter.”
“Ah, I see.”
“Oh… and Dad, they don’t call them secretaries any more.”
“Well what do you call them, then?”
“They’re administrative assistants. It’s more gender neutral.”
“You mean there are men who are secretaries?”
“Ugh, yes dad, there are male administrative assistants.”
“Lord I can’t keep up with all your new lingo.” He says pushing his empty plate away from him. He wipes his mouth with a checkered red and white napkin before throwing it down on his plate.
“That was delicious apple pie, or whatever you kids call it these days.” John says as he stands up and takes his plate to the sink.
“It’s still apple pie, silly.” Stephanie says smiling.
Stephanie’s mom reaches out to John as he walks by to get his attention. “Will you go check on Tommy? He’s awfully quiet.”
“Yes dear.” John says leaning over to kiss the top of her head before walking out of the room.
“I didn’t know Tommy is here. Is Lorraine here too?”
“She’s at work right now, till four.”
“Where’s Jack, why isn’t he watching the kids?”
“Oh, you don’t know?”
“Know what?”
“Your sister Lorraine and Jack had a nasty fight. They broke up a few months ago.”
“I’m sorry to hear that.” Stephanie says.
“Jack, as you know, has a serious drinking problem and when he’s drunk, he’s very abusive. He hit Rusty, who’s only 7 years old and that was the last straw. Lorraine took Tommy and Rusty and came here to live with us until she can get back on her feet.”
“That’s terrible. Is Rusty okay?”
“Rusty’s fine. He’s outside playin’ in the back like all little boys his age do. Probably catchin’ frogs or grasshoppers. Tommy is in the other room, taking a nap.”
“I’m glad the kids are okay and out of that abusive environment. So I take it they are getting a divorce?”
“Your dad and I want her too, but she thinks that they can work things out. I’m like Lorraine, you can’t fix this. It’s a slippery slope that goes downhill. It won’t be long before he’ll be sleepin’ around and then the next thing you know, you’re scratchin’ your cookie like a hound has fleas.”
Stephanie laughs, “I’m sorry,” She tries to cover her smile. “Ha, ha, ha… I know this isn’t funny subject, but I haven’t heard that word in a long time.”
“What, cookie or hound has fleas?”
“Cookie. You’re the only person I know who calls it that.”
“It’s true. Once a cheater, always a cheater, and it won’t be funny when she’s pissin’ fire.”
Stephanie takes a moment to regain her composure, wiping the tear from the corner of her eye.
“So…. How’s dad taking retirement?” Stephanie asks using her fork to cut a piece of pie.
“Oh… okay, I guess. He really wishes he was on back on the road driving, or that you would follow in his footsteps and become a truck driver like your daddy.
“I know mom, but we both know that’s not going to happen.”
Her mom takes a deep breath and lets out a quiet sigh.
“You should have seen his face the day you were born. He was hoping you were a boy.”
“Mom, can we not talk about this, please? I know me being a truck driver or not being a boy was a big disappointment to dad. I’m sorry, but that will never change.”
“He still loves you, even if you’re not a boy.”
“Can we talk about more upbeat things? Did Dad tell you I got you guys some L.E.D. Christmas lights?”
“Not yet. Why did you do that? We have perfectly good Christmas lights.”
“You and Dad sound so alike, do you know that?”
“Did you save the receipt?”
“No, Mom… I’m not taking them back. The reason I got them is because they are energy efficient and won’t run up your electric bill.”
“Yeah, but I like my lights to twinkle.”
“I know… and these have eight different twinkle settings. Darn it, now you have me saying it. These have eight different flash settings. After the sun sets in a few hours, I’ll plug them in and show you guys.
“You didn’t have to… but thank you.”
“You’re welcome, and yes, it needed to happen.”
Outside along the edge of the property is a long wooden fence that separates the property line. Rusty, who is bored of chasing bugs, finds a long skinny branch on the ground. He picks it up and examines it, before swinging it left and right like a sword. He looks at the fence and decides to hold the branch out to his side, letting the branch tap every fence post along the way.
Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.
Across the street just beyond the dense tree line, a tall boney man in his mid-twenties shuffles slowly through the woods. It suddenly stops in place when it hears tapping off in the distance. His head swings forward and quickly to the left, as it listens intently.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
A piece of flesh slowly starts to dangle from his grayish blue face as a fly lands on it. His decayed teeth are now exposed to the air as drool starts to seep out of the new opening. It jerks its body towards the sound, changing direction towards the tapping. Rusty continues walking and then suddenly stops when he sees the man walk out of the treeline.
The man walks across the road and up to the wooden fence that holds him back. He reaches out to grab the young boy, but he’s out of arm’s reach. He swings his head left and right, as if looking at the barrier keeping him from what he wants most.
Rusty catches a whiff of the guy’s decaying body so he pinches his nose, “Pew wee, mister… You smell like rotting garbage!”
“Marrrrrggggghhhhhhhhh!”
The creature leans in, causing the fence to buckle, but it still holds him back.
“Marrgh? You sure do talk funny. Do you have a cold or something?”
“Garrrrgghhhhhhhhhh!” The creature says pacing back and forth along the fence, trying to get in.
“Are you wanting someone to play with?”
“Muaahhhharrrrrrrgghhhh!!!”
“That’s great! I’m looking for someone to play with too. How about we play… Tag, you’re it!”
“Garrrraagghhhhhhhhhhh!!!”
“Okay, I’ll go first! Tag…,”Rusty quickly slaps the top of the man’s hand, knocking a layer of skin onto the ground.
“Eeeeewwwww, that’s gross. Does your hand hurt?”
“Murrrraggggghhhhhhhh!” the creature lunges at Rusty, but again the fence holds him back.
“Okay, now you’re it. I can’t play outside the fence so you’re gonna have to come inside with me.” Rusty says lifting the handle up on the gate.
From inside the house, everyone hears an ear piercing scream.
“What was that?” Stephanie says alarmed. Her mom rushes over to the garden window and looks out towards the edge of the property.
“Oh my god…. No….Noooo!!!” Her mom covers her mouth with both hands as tears start streaming from her eyes, unable to look away. Stephanie looks at her and then out the window to see what she sees. In the distance, she sees the bony man attacking Rusty.
“Call 911! CALL 911!!!” Stephanie shoves her phone in her mom’s chest before bolting out the front door as fast as she can. The screen door slams shut behind her as she runs as fast as she can go.
“Get off of him, get away, GET AWAY!!!” Stephanie yells frantically, almost out of breath. The man looks up and growls, showing his decaying teeth with chunks of flesh stuck between them.
“Marrrrgguguuhhhhhh!!!”
He reaches into the chest and rips the child’s organs out, one hand at a time before shoving them in his mouth. After a few bites, he spits them out to make room for more. Stephanie slows down running and starts to throw up in disgust.
Unable to look away, she watches in horror as the creature bites into his heart, causing red blood to shoot in several directions. As she’s hunched over, rage starts to course through her veins as she clenches her fist tight. With a mighty war cry, Stephanie starts running full speed towards him delivering a kick into its ribs hard enough to lift him a few feet off of Rusty. The creature falls to his side unfazed by a kick that would have regular men wallowing in pain.
Stephanie’s eyes widen in fear when she realizes it didn’t bother him. In desperation, she scans the ground looking for anything that can be used as a weapon. She grabs a thick broken branch from a nearby tree and swoops down to grab it. She winds up and swings it with all her might, connecting with the side of the man’s face, sending hundreds of pieces of wood, splinters and teeth flying in all directions. The whack was so loud it echoed off the barn house several hundred feet away.
The bony man looks at the ground dazed, as he crawls on his hands and knees; his lower jaw barely hanging from a small piece of flesh. He looks up at Stephanie and then starts crawling back towards Rusty.
Stephanie grabs him by the back of the shirt and struggles to keep him away, but for a skinny guy, he’s incredibly strong. Stephanie grabs onto the fence and hangs on with one arm, holding the man by the collar with the other.
One of the fence boards dislodges and the man starts pulling Stephanie. She gets up and grabs the fence board with both hands, raising it high above her head. She swings it down with all her might, bashing the man’s head in, over and over until he stops moving and she feels the ground on the other side.
She looks at her nephew’s lifeless body, and begins to sob.
Where his heart, liver and lungs should be is now an empty chest cavity, with just a piece of spinal cord sticking up through a dark pool of red blood. Stephanie’s mouth trembles uncontrollably as she drops the fence board next to her, as she falls to her knees crying.
She looks up towards the sky, pleading in vain. “Please….no….. God…. no…..help me…. Please, someone help me…” She lifts his lifeless body in her arms, softly caressing his hair with her trembling fingers.
John makes his way to Stephanie as fast as he can, holding a loaded shot gun. When he sees that he’s too late, he lowers his head and takes off his hat.
Stephanie looks up at him with tears streaming down, “Help us… Daddy…. Please?”
It breaks his heart to see his daughter soaked in blood, holding Rusty’s lifeless body. Moments later, Stephanie’s mom rushes up, out of breath. John grabs her and quickly turns her away, but not before she catches a glimpse of Rusty’s arm dangling lifeless.
“My grandbaby… my grandbaby… what has he done?!? What kind of person would do such a thing?” She squirms in John’s arms, sobbing uncontrollably as he escorts her back to the house. Sirens can be heard off in the distance as Stephanie rocks Rusty’s lifeless body back and forth.
“OUCH!” Stephanie yells out in pain as she quickly pushes him off of her. She glances down and sees blood oozing from tiny teeth marks on her breast.
“What… the?”
Stephanie puts her hand over her breast and holds it there. With her free arm, she rolls Rusty off of his side so she can see his face. It’s still the same little boy she’s always known, his eyelids closed as if asleep. She looks at his lifeless body for a good minute and tries to rationalize what just happened.
‘Maybe it was an involuntary twitch’ she thinks.
She looks at his sweet, innocent face and those distinct little red freckles. She reaches her fingers towards his eyelids, but hesitates. Something inside her wants to lift them and see what’s underneath, but something else in her tells her not to. After a few moments of self reflection, she reaches her hand towards his eyes.
Suddenly Rusty’s eyes shoot open and stare back at Stephanie, causing her to gasp and retract her hand.
His eyes are pitch black and reflective in the center, almost like a cat’s eyes.
Stephanie feels the pain in her breast radiating to other parts of her body.
“Aaaarrrgghhhh.” She yells out in agony, pulling on her shirt so she can see what’s happening.
Black veins shoot outward in every direction from the bite marks, extending down her arms and up her neck.
Stephanie slumps over in pain, losing consciousness; her last thought …
‘So this is how I die.’
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So... what do you think? I'm interested in hearing your thoughts so please a comment below. Please keep in mind this is raw and still unedited. (Still need to get a professional to clean it up). On the content alone, the creativity, the people... the story... did it paint a picture? Did you feel emotion, laughter, sadness? Did you get grossed out?
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Thanks!,
Steven Wolff
www.Steven-Wolff.com
March 13, 2014
Oh the places you'll go...
That book was given to me by a good friend in Alaska when I was moving to the Pacific Northwest back in 2003.
It's one of my favorite books because it reminds me that life is a journey that you can never really tell where you will end up.
I'm almost finished with a book I've been working on for over a year now called Self-Aware (A Zombie Series with a Twist!) I'm excited to bring it to you and inside it has all kinds of really cool things if you like post apocalyptic Zombie stuff.
Someone I was talking to mentioned "What if..." my book became a New York Times & USA Today best seller? What if I became famous and everyone knows my name?
Well, for one, Yay! That would be cool. As far as celebrity status, I doubt it, but it's still fun to think about. Will it change me? I don't think so. At least I hope not. As far as my writing, I've got quite a few books that I want to write for the next few years, enough to keep me busy. I don't think that kind of recognition would change my writing.
My advice to all writers and inspiring writers is don't worry about what other people think. There's too many opinions and someone somewhere is either going to like you or hate you. Let them. Instead, focus on writing the best story possible.
Get it down out of your head and onto paper. Don't worry about being perfect the first time. Nobody who is successful is ever on the first try. That's why there's editors and people who polish things. Make sure you have a good description (what people call Copy) and make sure you have a professional cover, that makes all the difference in the world. Most importantly, make sure it's formatted properly too or you will have a lot of angry readers.
Once you release it into the world, take a moment and pat yourself on the back. You did good! You've accomplished what hundreds or thousands of people *want* to do, but because of procrastination or excuses, they don't. Go out somewhere, celebrate in private or have a shindig. Once that's done, clear your mind and get back to work the next day.
Rinse and repeat. If you can't write every day, do what I do... Study. Buy books on writing, editing, the Hero's Journey, marketing, selling, etc. As a writer, you have many hats to wear if you want your book to be seen. (I'm talking via the self publishing route. It might also apply to the traditional publising as well.)
One thing I've learned from writing these past few years is that one can really fall in love with it. Let me tell you, that's one of the greatest feelings ever and it makes it easier to sit down and write when you enjoy what you're doing.
Well that's it for now. Thank YOU to all my readers, my fans, and to anyone who is still reading. You're awesome and it's because of you I write so again, Thanks!
Steven Wolff
www.Steven-Wolff.com
It's one of my favorite books because it reminds me that life is a journey that you can never really tell where you will end up.
I'm almost finished with a book I've been working on for over a year now called Self-Aware (A Zombie Series with a Twist!) I'm excited to bring it to you and inside it has all kinds of really cool things if you like post apocalyptic Zombie stuff.
Someone I was talking to mentioned "What if..." my book became a New York Times & USA Today best seller? What if I became famous and everyone knows my name?
Well, for one, Yay! That would be cool. As far as celebrity status, I doubt it, but it's still fun to think about. Will it change me? I don't think so. At least I hope not. As far as my writing, I've got quite a few books that I want to write for the next few years, enough to keep me busy. I don't think that kind of recognition would change my writing.
My advice to all writers and inspiring writers is don't worry about what other people think. There's too many opinions and someone somewhere is either going to like you or hate you. Let them. Instead, focus on writing the best story possible.
Get it down out of your head and onto paper. Don't worry about being perfect the first time. Nobody who is successful is ever on the first try. That's why there's editors and people who polish things. Make sure you have a good description (what people call Copy) and make sure you have a professional cover, that makes all the difference in the world. Most importantly, make sure it's formatted properly too or you will have a lot of angry readers.
Once you release it into the world, take a moment and pat yourself on the back. You did good! You've accomplished what hundreds or thousands of people *want* to do, but because of procrastination or excuses, they don't. Go out somewhere, celebrate in private or have a shindig. Once that's done, clear your mind and get back to work the next day.
Rinse and repeat. If you can't write every day, do what I do... Study. Buy books on writing, editing, the Hero's Journey, marketing, selling, etc. As a writer, you have many hats to wear if you want your book to be seen. (I'm talking via the self publishing route. It might also apply to the traditional publising as well.)
One thing I've learned from writing these past few years is that one can really fall in love with it. Let me tell you, that's one of the greatest feelings ever and it makes it easier to sit down and write when you enjoy what you're doing.
Well that's it for now. Thank YOU to all my readers, my fans, and to anyone who is still reading. You're awesome and it's because of you I write so again, Thanks!
Steven Wolff
www.Steven-Wolff.com
June 2, 2013
The Journey of a thousand miles...
It's been a long time since I last posted here on Good Reads. I have been busy writing all kinds of things, tweaking, editing, designing book covers, moving (IRL) and with moving the usual packing, unpacking, etc.
I've got lots of books I'm excited to bring to life, many are still months away but this A.D.D. writer enjoys multi-tasking. One of the books I'm excited to bring to life is a fresh and original Zombie series called Self-Aware and it takes the reader through the perspective of a first-time converted Zombie who still has her memories and personality intact.
It's in episodes and I want to have a whole bunch of them (6) so I can release them every 2 weeks. Right now I have 3 episodes and they will be eventually converted into a single book. Alpha-Readers of my book are loving it and can't get enough so I hope this excitement carries over onto the internet and grabs hundreds if not thousands of people.
I'm working on How To Be A Ghost Hunter (A Step By Step Guide For Beginners) and am loading it down with everything I learned in the last 12 years of ghost hunting so anyone, whose never done it can pick up the book, go through it and be brought up to speed with the rest of us. I hope it will do well.
I've got a lot of books I'm looking forward to writing (it's just making the time to write them that is the challenge.) I'm humbled and grateful for all of you who are fans of my writing and are excited to read my books.
It's because of you that I'm following my dream and eventually will make enough to live comfortably on my own. I'm not there yet and still have to go to my day job and write during my free time but I'm determined to tell you many stories if you're determined to keep reading.
Love you guys!
Steven W.
I've got lots of books I'm excited to bring to life, many are still months away but this A.D.D. writer enjoys multi-tasking. One of the books I'm excited to bring to life is a fresh and original Zombie series called Self-Aware and it takes the reader through the perspective of a first-time converted Zombie who still has her memories and personality intact.
It's in episodes and I want to have a whole bunch of them (6) so I can release them every 2 weeks. Right now I have 3 episodes and they will be eventually converted into a single book. Alpha-Readers of my book are loving it and can't get enough so I hope this excitement carries over onto the internet and grabs hundreds if not thousands of people.
I'm working on How To Be A Ghost Hunter (A Step By Step Guide For Beginners) and am loading it down with everything I learned in the last 12 years of ghost hunting so anyone, whose never done it can pick up the book, go through it and be brought up to speed with the rest of us. I hope it will do well.
I've got a lot of books I'm looking forward to writing (it's just making the time to write them that is the challenge.) I'm humbled and grateful for all of you who are fans of my writing and are excited to read my books.
It's because of you that I'm following my dream and eventually will make enough to live comfortably on my own. I'm not there yet and still have to go to my day job and write during my free time but I'm determined to tell you many stories if you're determined to keep reading.
Love you guys!
Steven W.
October 27, 2012
You wouldn't by chance have six fingers on your right hand?
"Do you always start out conversations this way?" from my favorite book The Princess Bride, it's a conversation between Inigo & Wesley on top of the cliffs of insanity. Inigo's father was killed by a six fingered man and Inigo swore revenge.
While I don't have six fingers on one hand I do start out conversations this way to lighten the mood and say hello, my name is Steven Wolff. I'm an aspiring author with an incredible imagination and creativity. I've had it all my life but just recently applied it to a format that I think might find its following. While I'm not perfect, I strive to entertain and enlighten you as best possible so please, check back often and know that I'm it for the long haul, if you are too. :-)
While I don't have six fingers on one hand I do start out conversations this way to lighten the mood and say hello, my name is Steven Wolff. I'm an aspiring author with an incredible imagination and creativity. I've had it all my life but just recently applied it to a format that I think might find its following. While I'm not perfect, I strive to entertain and enlighten you as best possible so please, check back often and know that I'm it for the long haul, if you are too. :-)
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