Children at the Window – Teaser

“What did the note say?” Oliver Helmsley was a large man in every meaning of the term. He ducked to get through doorways and when drinking with his buddies at a bar they would always ask him to place his hands over their face, his fingers lacing over their skulls like a basketball. They all got a kick out of it and Oliver enjoyed the attention. His size never bothered him. His mother was a petite woman and would tell Oliver he was her ‘safe bear’. The comfort he brought her in her final days by holding her tiny hands in his was part of what made him comfortable with his own size. There was no one around to help her pass in peace, no one to help them in general. He was used to it but it bothered him that there was nothing they could do.

 

He was nineteen, a grown man on his own now. After the lonely burial under the rainy Chicago skies he joined the Army. After the Lusitania sank in war two years prior he wanted to enlist right then and there, but he stayed behind for his ailing mother. The army eventually led him to joining the force until the bone-chilling cold had him yearning for the warm dry weather of the west. He jumped at the chance when an opening was made in a California desert town he had never heard of called Victorville. Sounds like an easy job, Oliver – Frank, his partner had said. It has to be easier than dealing with Chi-town.

 

“I couldn’t sleep,” Detective Pedersen read. The note had been folded in half on the table. He stared at the note for a long time and then ran his thumb over the indentation of the writing. His brows furrowed together forming a deep V at the top of his nose.

Pedersen took a deep, cleansing breath and Helmsley watched his partner sort through his thoughts. This was where Pedersen had a gift. Between the war, the army, and now the force Helmsley thought he had seen it all. His partner, however, had something almost otherworldly.

John Pedersen’s eyes rested on the bluish tinted hand of the victim where a fly sat cleaning its rear legs. The finger still rested on the trigger, bent as if to fire one more time. A bluish blemish pooled around the base of the thumb.

 

“Suicide note?” Helmsley asked. He squinted against the bright sun shining through the dusty window, which gave the room an sepia effect.

 

Pedersen shrugged, snapping out of his reverie. “You tell me.”

 

Helmsley sighed. “There goes everything.”

 

“Yup,” Pedersen agreed and glanced around the room, taking in the rest of the details the way only a detective could, planting it to memory.

 

A younger officer that had been watching the front of the brownstone stepped into the small living room. Oliver raised his eyebrows questioningly.

 

“A call just came over the radio.”

 

“And?” Pedersen asked. Oliver glanced at his partner. The look of worry on his face matched his own.

 

“There’s a fire on Seneca.”

 

“Shit,” Oliver smoothed his large hand over his large face. He looked tired. But he had looked tired since the day before his mama died. “Alright, let’s go.”

OFF A FRIEND CONTEST! Cloaked

The Off a Friend contest is back! For those that don’t know the rules and haven’t played, welcome welcome welcome to a painful ending!

Here’s how it works, you nominated someone you love. Yes, love. This isn’t the time for revenge, at least not the kind I know we all have in us. Those people don’t deserve attention. This is the time to bring recognition to your morbid loved one who deserves infamy. You love them so much you want them to die a painful torturous end.

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When you off-a-friend, they could also end up as the main character instead (which may or may not be killed off) so you never know… But your nominee will end up as a character in my next book.

So, nominate someone that has a sense of humor. Cause seriously, no one wants to get a nasty email for being killed off and all that. That’s no fun.

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Nominate someone you love or care about. (If you’re not into all that mushy stuff)

Winner will be announced with the release of the new cover. The book is Cloaked, the 4th book in the Twisted Fairy Tale short story series. It’s a twisted Little Red Riding Hood story.

If you don’t see the survey below please click here to nominate a loved one

 

Newly Released – The Temptress

Arianna Grenawalt has woken up in a strange bathtub in an abandoned warehouse with no recollection of who she is or where she’s come from. With a fresh suture mark down her abdomen and drugs just barely wearing off she makes her way out of the warehouse into a world she doesn’t recognize. All she has is a single note left for her telling her, ‘It’s more than you deserve’.

In T.M. Williams’ 3rd book of the Twisted Fairy Tale short story series she adapts a futuristic Robin Hood meets Twilight Zone thriller. With elements that blend current social crisis with Williams’ familiar dark fairy tale elements, get ready to go on a twisted adventure The Temptress.

Publisher Note: Each book in the short story series can be read as a stand alone.

 

“It had me on the edge of my seat the entire time.”

CLICK HERE TO PURCHASE THE KINDLE COPY (print to follow in a few short weeks)

Swinging from a Tree

And so they swung from a tree, the breeze caressing their ankles.
The sun set in the distance and the night kissed the sky, saying goodbye to the warm rays.
With a sadness the day left them, the joys becoming a memory.
With a quiet trepidation, they watched as stars glittered the darkness and the cool air gave them new sensations.
All the while they swung from a tree. The memories still close and the tomorrow even nearer. 
And when they swung from the great tree, the river teasing their toes, they decided that tomorrow was not enough and only should they have their memories.
And so they swung from the tree – and hung from the tree.

 

Slenderman Obsessions

Call me crazy but I can’t get Slenderman out of my mind. No, I’m not killing anyone anytime soon – well at least not in real life. Last year at Phoenix Comicon, which has no shortage of cosplay, I was sitting there minding my own business and selling/signing my books like any good author would do when Slenderman walked by. Sure, he was a cosplayer – at least I thought he was – but it’s what happened next that started my fascination with the creeptastic creepypasta legend. In the middle of Phoenix Comicon where you can barely hear yourself thing and where Slenderman (the cosplayer) was a good 30 feet from me, I whispered to my friend next to me “Hey, that’s Slenderman.” and he turned around and looked at me where I caught a photo that has since mysteriously disappeared.

Ok – so he’s just a cosplayer. But it was creepy. Probably a coincidence but creepy regardless. And I was interested in this phenomena before. But add to that the stories of teenagers stabbing their friends in the name of Slenderman and the disturbing factor quickly rises.

Here’s what Wikipedia says :

The Slender Man (also known as Slenderman) is a fictional supernatural character that originated as a creepypasta Internet meme created by Something Awful forums user Eric Knudsen (also known as “Victor Surge”) in 2009. It is depicted as resembling a thin, unnaturally tall man with a blank and usually featureless face, wearing a black suit.

Stories of the Slender Man commonly feature him stalking, abducting or traumatizing people, particularly children.[1] The Slender Man is not confined to a single narrative, but appears in many disparate works of fiction, typically composed online.[2] Fiction relating to the Slender Man encompasses many media, including literature, art and video series such as Marble Hornets. Outside of online fiction, the Slender Man has had impact on popular culture, having been referenced in the video game Minecraft and generated video games of his own, such as Slender: The Eight Pages and Slender: The Arrival.

Beginning in 2014, a minor moral panic occurred over the Slender Man after readers of his fiction were connected to several violent acts, particularly a near-fatal stabbing of a 12-year-old girl in Waukesha, Wisconsin.

The Slender Man stabbing occurred on Saturday, May 31, 2014, in Waukesha, Wisconsin, a suburb of Milwaukee, when two 12-year-old girls allegedly lured another girl of the same age into the woods and stabbed her 19 times, purportedly in order to impress the fictional character Slender Man. After being stabbed, the victim crawled to a road and lay on a sidewalk where a cyclist found her and called 9-1-1. She was rushed to a hospital, at which point she was “one millimeter away from certain death,” according to a criminal complaint.[2] The victim was hospitalized for six days and has since recovered and returned to school.

 

What is Slenderman? Just a weird creepypasta urban legend gone viral? Or have we manifested more than just an internet creation?

The Temptress – Chapter 1 Teaser

Water.

 

Darkness envelopes my consciousness. My toes. My ankles. My body. Consuming my entire body. No, not my entire body. My neck? No, not my neck. I can take a deep breath. I take a deep breath.

 

Pain. Shocking pain.

 

Don’t take deep breaths. Deep breaths bring pain. I don’t want that. My mind is foggy. I should open my eyes. They feel so heavy. I can move my thumb and feel the current against my fingers. Shallow water. My eyelids are heavy. I listen to my breath. In. Out. In. Out. Open your eyes. I’m so tired. I just want to sleep. I lift my hand slowly over the water and pain travels through my body, sharpest in my stomach. Ignore the pain. Ignore the pain. Ignore the pain my mind chants. I rub my forefinger and thumb together and they feel sticky. Not water?

 

The water feels strange, thick, sticky. It’s not water, I realize. My senses start to come to me. In the distance I can hear something, a motor running? Air conditioner? But it’s snowing outside, isn’t it? The constant hum from the motor is melodic and makes me sleepy. My eyes still feel so heavy. Don’t sleep. Don’t sleep.

 

Where am I? Why can’t I open my eyes? Why are they so heavy? I open them.

 

The ceiling is spotted. No, not spots. Stains? Dark red stains. Where am I? I can feel my anxiety bubble, my heart rate increases and my vision clears. Dark red stains on the ceiling. This isn’t right. Where was I? I wasn’t here. I wasn’t here. I wasn’t here.

 

I was home. I was in my bed. I wasn’t here. Panic takes over and I rush to sit up. The pain is so blinding, so consuming that I forget how to breathe. No sound comes from my mouth because it’s stuck in my throat. The water, no not water – whatever this liquid is, laps around my body. Where … the… fuck… am I?

 

The motor running and the water splashing, that’s what I hear. I can also hear my heartbeat pounding in my ears. I’m in a tub, I realize. I grip the edges and pull myself up. I can see over the edge. This is not my bathroom. I know that. But I know nothing else. The tiled floor is dusty and old. There’s a stark white towel neatly folded on the sink. The sink is a brownish gray from grime. On top of the towel is a piece of folded paper.

 

I look down and it’s what I imagine. As I see the dark red pool I’m slouched in the smell of copper assaults my nose and by the clean stitched black line down my stomach I realize that the pool of blood I sit in is my own.

 

I close my eyes and count my breaths before panic sets in. Where am I? What was the last thing I remembered? There’s nothing. Nothing. My brain is nothing and the fear that comes with it is paralyzing. I listen to the motor again and I realize then that it’s the bathroom fan. I imagine at one point it circulated air effectively but now it was nothing more than white noise.

 

It takes forever but I pull myself to an upright position. Next to the towel are two white pills and a glass of water. The items on the sink; the towel, the pills, the paper, and the glass are a stark clean contrast against the dirt and grime of the bathroom.

 

“Hello?” I try to call out but my voice is dry and cracked. It sounds foreign to me. I don’t even recognize my own voice.

 

There’s no answer and I can tell I’m alone. I don’t know how, but I know this. What seems like hours pass before I pull myself completely out of the tub. I realize by the time I get out that the tub isn’t filled with my blood because it’s too thin. There’s something else. Ammonia? My skin burns and the suture down my stomach aches and throbs with my movements.

 

Hunched over I pull myself up to the sink and kneel in front of it, bracing myself on the counter. I assume the pills are meant for me but I ignore them. It’s the paper on the towel that interests me. The word, no – the name printed neatly on the paper, looks familiar but I don’t know who it is. I think, perhaps, that it’s my name.

 

 

Arianna

The Temptress – Cover Reveal and Off a Friend Winner

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DRUMROLL!!!! 

 

The third book, The Temptress, has an official cover! The first two are getting a makeover as well as part of the new Half Light Publishing home.

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I think it’s my favorite cover yet! (Although I say that with each one) and of course all due to the brilliance of my amazing cover designer, Jason Vollario. Who just gets me.

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Also, we’re going to have beautiful black and white prints available for those coming to our events! (Without the watermark)

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And, if you’re subscribed to my newsletter, then you’ve already seen the announcement, but big congrats to

Arianna Grenawalt

You’re going to be brutally slaughtered thanks to the people who love you! That’s love I tell ya.

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GIVEAWAY – 5 Pairs of Tickets to Haunted Survivor Lecture

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If you were watching Ghost Adventures last night then you would’ve seen the episode with Jay and Marie Yates, paranormal investigators from the C.rossing O.ver P.aranormal S.ociety 

If you’re anywhere near Phoenix then you want to mark your calendars for October 1st!

Join professional ghost hunters, haunted survivors, reality t.v. personalities, and paranormal lecturers Jay & Marie Yates for an evening of RAW and UNCENSORED conversation about their very own stories that made them what they are today. View never seen before video, in depth details of their past, present, and future in the field of paranormal investigation and research.

Learn what it was like for the Yates family as they grew up haunted and plagued by the supernatural. Hear for yourself why their mission is to seek only truth, understand, and proof of the paranormal by any means necessary.

They’ve generously passed on 5 pairs of tickets to giveaway to my readers! YEAH YEAH! Valued at $30 a pair, this is definitely something to jump on! 

Not only will this be an awesome lecture, but you can come sit with me! (don’t roll your eyes)

Box office opens at 6:00 pm 

Doors open at 6:30 pm 

Located at the Sun Studio in Tempe, Arizona. 

Lecture and Discussion is from 7:00 pm – 8:30 pm 

Open Seating

Buy your tickets in advance by clicking here

All you have to do is comment below to win a ticket for you and a friend or loved one! Winners will be announced on September 16th. 

Off a Friend Contest – FINALISTS

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Ok – which one of you has blood on your hands? Oh yeah, all of you sick fuckers. But, that’s why I love you all. My sick, disgusting, macabre fans – readers – people who liked my page… you get the drift.

Before I announced our deadly finalists, I wanted to share some comments that just couldn’t not be shared. (Yeah, yeah grammar nazis.)

Steven Ujueta, who nominated his wife, was close up in being a finalist. But alas, his wife didn’t quite make the cut. (Get it? The cut?) His wife was nominated, Salaih Bush (cool name, though – quite tempting… maybe another book?) and he said “She gave me my beautiful son. She is of no use to me now. LMAOO jk” Ok Steven, I busted out laughing. My husband said you lost points because of your ‘jk’ at the end. Not sure how I feel about his comment, but I digress. FANTASTIC nomination! Like I said, this may get carried into a new book.

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Also, shot outs to fellow writers and/or aspiring authors – your friends love and support your endeavor and think killing you off is the way to show the love. Who are these people? Terry Reilly who nominated Bernice Erehart and Kimberley Hill who nominated Michael Kolesik.

And, several of you were nominated by people who love you and said you’ve been having a rough few years (I’ll leave out names for this one – just because I doubt y’all want your business out there) and of course, your friends thought the best way to cheer ya up was to kill you off. I mean… when you’re at the end of your rope, just slice the damn thing – right? Ha ha, no. It’s ok, I’ll hand you guys over the knife and you can return the favor in the next contest. (Which is coming up end of the year)

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Ok, so without further adieu, our finalists. Please vote! The following was selected by a panel of judges. (Not really, it was just me and my husband)

On a side note – we received a ton of entries and we had a hard time narrowing it down to the final 6. Thank you everyone who nominated and had a great sense of humor about this all! You help make the world go round. I hope you’ll join us on the next one 😀

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