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DARK LEGENDS Release Day!

Hi everyone! The annual Ink Slingers Guild book: Dark Legends released TODAY! It’s a *killer* read!

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The Ink Slinger’s Guild kills it once again with a creepy collection of short stories. Every story is required to have a pumpkin involved, in whatever way the author delights. 

House in the Wood by Alanna J. Rubin

Daegon Rell has mourned the loss of his love for centuries. When an unexpected package arrives, his perception of the past will be challenged and, perhaps, holds promise of a future he never thought possible.

Magyc and Mayhem at Winter’s Eve by Nicole DragonBeck

All summer Tillie Harper had dreamed of winning the green ribbon for her pumpkins at this years Winter’s Eve festival. In none of those dreams had she imagined doing anything like setting a demon loose in the little town of Lillihaven.

Immigrants by JM Paquette

When his mother-in-law died, Jeff expected to clean out her house. He did not expect to discover a secret that would cause him to question everything he knows about his wife.

Carving a Name for Oneself by Brandon Scott

A pumpkin carved: a life improved. But as with everything, there’s a cost. 

Ghosted by Desiree Matlock

Their online relationship seemed perfect, but then Rhys ghosted her. Now, on Halloween, he shows up out of the blue to fix things. All seems great except for the fact that he’s dead. Can Grace and her friends solve him from disappearing after Halloween ends? 

Diana by Erika Lance

It’s his DNA. It’s his fingerprint. But he has an alibi. What’s next?

Bloody Thursdays by Lisa Barry

Would the day end well for a change? Some days start off dull and end dull. Other days start off that way and then move to hope and then to death or maybe even to love. Grace’s day had changed so many ways she was a little worried about how it might end.

Special Bonus Story! 

Cracks and Tethers is a round robin ghost story; meaning several of these amazing authors wrote one after the other to create an entertaining read for you! 

You will love this book because who doesn’t love a mix of fun, thrills and Halloween!

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DARK LEGENDS Pre-Order!

Hi everyone! The annual Ink Slingers Guild book: Dark Legends releases on October 1st! We are sooooooo excited! It’s a *killer* read!

Just click on the image below and zip on over to Amazon to pre-order your copy!

The Ink Slinger’s Guild kills it once again with a creepy collection of short stories. Every story is required to have a pumpkin involved, in whatever way the author delights. 

House in the Wood by Alanna J. Rubin

Daegon Rell has mourned the loss of his love for centuries. When an unexpected package arrives, his perception of the past will be challenged and, perhaps, holds promise of a future he never thought possible.

Magyc and Mayhem at Winter’s Eve by Nicole DragonBeck

All summer Tillie Harper had dreamed of winning the green ribbon for her pumpkins at this years Winter’s Eve festival. In none of those dreams had she imagined doing anything like setting a demon loose in the little town of Lillihaven.

Immigrants by JM Paquette

When his mother-in-law died, Jeff expected to clean out her house. He did not expect to discover a secret that would cause him to question everything he knows about his wife.

Carving a Name for Oneself by Brandon Scott

A pumpkin carved: a life improved. But as with everything, there’s a cost. 

Ghosted by Desiree Matlock

Their online relationship seemed perfect, but then Rhys ghosted her. Now, on Halloween, he shows up out of the blue to fix things. All seems great except for the fact that he’s dead. Can Grace and her friends solve him from disappearing after Halloween ends? 

Diana by Erika Lance

It’s his DNA. It’s his fingerprint. But he has an alibi. What’s next?

Bloody Thursdays by Lisa Barry

Would the day end well for a change? Some days start off dull and end dull. Other days start off that way and then move to hope and then to death or maybe even to love. Grace’s day had changed so many ways she was a little worried about how it might end.

Special Bonus Story! 

Cracks and Tethers is a round robin ghost story; meaning several of these amazing authors wrote one after the other to create an entertaining read for you! 

You will love this book because who doesn’t love a mix of fun, thrills and Halloween!

Get it now!

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Creepy Collection of Short Stories

Hi everyone! The annual Ink Slingers Guild book is on pre-sale now! It’s going to be a *killer* read!

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The Task – a Round Robin Writing Snippet

On April 4th, 2018 the Ink Slingers Guild (ISG) had some round-robin writing fun! We each wrote a sentence or two and then passed the paper to the next person who added to it and passed it along to the next person and on down the line. Here is one of several mini-stories created this way.  We hope you are as entertained as we!

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“The Task”

They all stood in the circle, their shadows joined in a point between them by the magical fires burning behind them. The task had called them to this place between worlds, and their sour tethers were barely holding on. Morton tried to break free, the tethers were so loose, but something dark held a lifeline fixed to his core and he panicked. The darkness crept up inside him, threatening to take over and he felt his mind begin to fade into the background. A voice, sinister, whispered into his ear, into his mind. “So, again you forgot – and again you came.”

First line by NICOLE DRAGONBECK

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ISG Contributors:

ALANNA J. RUBIN

LISA BARRY

BRANDON SCOTT

ERIKA LANCE

NICOLE DRAGONBECK

 

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Taunt Me – a Round Robin Writing Snippet

On April 4th, 2018 the Ink Slingers Guild (ISG) had some round-robin writing fun! We each wrote a sentence or two and then passed the paper to the next person who added to it and passed it along to the next person and on down the line. Here is one of several mini-stories created this way.  We hope you are as entertained as we!

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“Taunt Me”

The smell coming from the dumpster made her gag slightly as she lifted the lid to the garbage bin. The decaying body one-eyed her and Molly couldn’t suppress her stomach any longer. Molly doubled over and what was left of her meal from hours ago now graced the sidewalk.

“Well great,” she mumbled. “Another one.”

Steeling herself, she peeked in for another look, knowing that somewhere, she would find what came with all the others – a taunting message written in the victim’s blood.

First line by ERIKA LANCE

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ISG Contributors:

ALANNA J. RUBIN

LISA BARRY

BRANDON SCOTT

ERIKA LANCE

NICOLE DRAGONBECK

 

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Tastes Like Chicken – a Round Robin Writing Snippet

On April 4th, 2018 the Ink Slingers Guild (ISG) had some round-robin writing fun! We each wrote a sentence or two and then passed the paper to the next person who added to it and passed it along to the next person and on down the line. Here is one of several mini-stories created this way.  We hope you are as entertained as we!

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“Tastes Like Chicken”

Because he was a god, and because he figured it would taste good, he went about eating a tornado. He found it quite surprising, given that he was a god, that it did not agree with him, catching in his throat and making him feel deathly ill.

“What are you doing?” his brother asked as he created a tidal-wave with a flick of his wrist.

The god coughed, spat out a bit of cow hide and turned to his brother with a scowl.

His brother continued. “No one in our family can eat tornadoes, they give us indigestion.”

First line by BRANDON SCOTT

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ISG Contributors:

ALANNA J. RUBIN

LISA BARRY

BRANDON SCOTT

ERIKA LANCE

NICOLE DRAGONBECK

 

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The Surprising Meal – a Round Robin Writing Snippet

On April 4th, 2018 the Ink Slingers Guild (ISG) had some round-robin writing fun! We each wrote a sentence or two and then passed the paper to the next person who added to it and passed it along to the next person and on down the line. Here is one of several mini-stories created this way.  We hope you are as entertained as we!

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“The Surprising Meal”

I couldn’t stand the thought of eating one more hotdog but the way that kid looked at me, I reached for another. My eyes narrowed at the kid in response, showing him I was up to the challenge. The first bite went well enough, it was the second where problems began. Everything in my stomach rolled and heaved, threatening to come up again, but I forced it down again, determined to see it through. And then I felt it, the warp worm; I should have tasted it over the mustard and now I was done for.

First line by LISA BARRY

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ISG Contributors:

ALANNA J. RUBIN

LISA BARRY

BRANDON SCOTT

ERIKA LANCE

NICOLE DRAGONBECK

 

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Darkness Rises – a Round Robin Writing Snippet

On April 4th, 2018 the Ink Slingers Guild (ISG) had some round-robin writing fun! We each wrote a sentence or two and then passed the paper to the next person who added to it and passed it along to the next person and on down the line. Here is one of several mini-stories created this way.  We hope you are as entertained as we!

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“Darkness Rises”

The sunset cast rays of red upon the hallowed ground. Standing with those rays was a tall, thin figure emanating malice. Jane stood fast, the pendant clutched in her hand repelling the chill and the darkness as she faced the demon from her dreams. A sly smile played across his face as he withdrew the soul gem from his fur-covered stomach. Jane muttered her incantations softly as she held out her pendant with one hand and drew the appropriate symbols with the other, and the demon’s laugh was the last thing she heard.

First line by ALANNA J. RUBIN

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ISG Contributors:

ALANNA J. RUBIN

LISA BARRY

BRANDON SCOTT

ERIKA LANCE

NICOLE DRAGONBECK

 

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The Great Sugar Plague – Featured Author: Erika Lance

FEATURED AUTHOR

Erika Lance

www.ErikaLance.com

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Every time the Ink Slingers meet, we do two to three writing exercises that must include three to four specific words that were unknown to the author prior to hearing the loud “START!” command and then getting to it! We love sharing the end result with you.

Sometimes the author will have three unique shorts and other times the author will write a continuing story from one exercise to the next. These continuations can be tricky to create but this Ink Slinger killed it with this fun story.

Enjoy!

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Plague

Sugar

Incongruous

 

She eyed him suspiciously over her modern history book. “I do not think that there was ever a plague caused by sugar, or the lack there of.”

“Of course there was” he replied not daring to raise his head.

“This is what you intend to have our project based on?” her tone was somewhere between annoyed and the ooze of distain.

“Yep” he replied and began to scribble notes.

It was now time for her to assert her superior knowledge “That is incongruous to the subject of pivotal women in history which is the topic we are supposed to focus on.”

There was a brief silence and then from the other side of the book “of course it isn’t. A woman of history caused the great sugar plague of 1983. Her name was Strawberry Shortcake it is on page 384 and will done on the use of the word incongruous.”

She started turning the pages before it hit her what he had actually said.

 

 

Shocked

Fallow

Wordy

She slammed the book closed and stood up “Strawberry Shortcake is not a woman of historical importance!” her voice drawing attention from most of the other students in the library, some giggling.

He responded again without looking up “Did you turn to page 384?” his voice calm as could be.

Her emotions were teetering between shocked and angry. She was shockingly angry in fact. Why in the hell had she been paired with this… this.. she couldn’t even think of the word to mentally call him.

“That’s it” her voice still louder then she intended “I’m done!”

She started to gather her things when he stated “The great sugar fields laid fallow years after the great  sugar plague of 1983. The consumption having been diminished in the effort to remove the continuing threat.”

Now he looked directly at her.

She squinted her eyes and could only say “Your wordy made up story is laughable.”

He turned the book around to page 384 showing a picture of the fields and Strawberry Shortcake in cuffs.

 

Disagreement

Phallic

Board

 

This is not happening she muttered to herself as she opened her book to page 384. She scanned it quickly and only saw a phallic symbol in the middle of the page. She looked closer, it was actually an oil rig and not a …. Never mind she thought.

“Give me your book” she said as she reached for it. His face shifted ever so slightly in disagreement to her request and then he handed it too her.

She looked at the page and sure enough it was about a great sugar plague.

“What the hell….” She said under her breath as she began to flip the pages. There was page after page of history as written by Saturday morning cartoons.

As she looked though several more pages she looked up again to find that her ‘partner’ had pulled out a piece of poster board to begin the project.

“Where did you get this book?” She asked. It, by all appearances seemed as real as hers. “Prof. Dumbledore” he replied smiling as if this answered any further questions she had.

“I give up” she said as she sat back down in defeat.

About Erika Lance

I would say I was fortunate, some would say otherwise, to have a chance to live across the US. Originally from Minneapolis, MN I spent most of my formative years in Hollywood, CA, then NM, CO, GA, WI and FL. Moving around a lot meant I got to see so many interesting parts of our country and the cultures that are all around us. All through my life I was lucky to have many artists; writers, actors, painters, poets and musicians. It made for a very wild upbringing. I grew up as an elusive female nerd. My head was either buried in a book or playing RPGs (if your cool you know what that means), it made for an imaginative existence. My love of writing started at a young age and although I wrote a lot for myself, it took hitting that certain moment in my life to decide I wanted to share my universe with the world. With that said, it will most likely be an amazing ride so hold on tight.

 

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Woo the Assassin – an ISG Writing Exercise

On 21 March 2018, these three words were chosen:

  • Disagreement
  • Phallic
  • Board

And these blurbs were written within five minutes….Enjoy!

FEATURED AUTHOR

LISA BARRY:

I couldn’t look him in the eye with my body responding in such an unprofessional manner. I was here to take a contract out on someone’s life for God’s sake, not woo the assassin. I glanced around the diner only to have my eyes land on a phallic mask that I knew had something to do with the doctors that treated people with the plague.

I quickly looked away only to hear the last of a disagreement a couple was having behind me, where verbiage about appendage size was loudly announced to the room. The man must have gotten up so quickly that his chair hit the ground. He rushed out the front door, slamming it so hard the board in the bottom half fell out. I giggled. Martin chuckled.

And everything seemed normal again.

“I need my nephew to go on vacation,” I stated. “He’s deserved it with everything he’s done for this family.” Anger boiled under my skin but when I turned back to Martin, his lip curled slightly, and the anger dissolved.

“I’ll do it on one condition,” Martin said and leaned back in his chair.

I raised my brows.

“Let me take you to dinner.”

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NICOLE DRAGONBECK:

The huge stones were arranged in a series of circles around the largest one, sitting in the center of the formation, casting a vaguely phallic shape against the darkening sky. “So, what do we have to do?” Lily asked, a nervous tremor in her voice. “We have to wait until the first star appears, and then it will lead us through the stones, into another realm,” Maria answered with infinite patience. The place had been boarded up and signs warning of imminent death or fines tried to scare would-be trespassers away. Maria ducked under one such, but Lily remained outside, shifting her weight from one foot to the next. Maria sighed. She couldn’t believe they were still having this disagreement, and when they were so close. “Look, do you want to find out what happened to Billy and the others or not?” she called out, all patience gone from her tone. “Yes, but,” Lily faltered. “Look, we don’t have time for this,” Maria called back as she stood and looked up at the sky. “I’m going to look for them. You can come if you want, or not.” She found the first faint glimmer of a star, and followed it into the dark, disappearing from view. “Maria?” Lily called, more agitated than ever. “Maria?” When Lily ducked under the forbidding sign, she looked up to find a million stars glittering in the sky and no trace of her friend.

h under her chin.

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ERIKA LANCE:

This is not happening she muttered to herself as she opened her book to page 384. She scanned it quickly and only saw a phallic symbol in the middle of the page. She looked closer, it was actually an oil rig and not a …. Never mind she thought.

“Give me your book” she said as she reached for it. His face shifted ever so slightly in disagreement to her request and then he handed it too her.

She looked at the page and sure enough it was about a great sugar plague.

“What the hell….” She said under her breath as she began to flip the pages. There was page after page of history as written by Saturday morning cartoons.

As she looked though several more pages she looked up again to find that her ‘partner’ had pulled out a piece of poster board to begin the project.

“Where did you get this book?” She asked. It, by all appearances seemed as real as hers. “Prof. Dumbledore” he replied smiling as if this answered any further questions she had.

“I give up” she said as she sat back down in defeat.

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DESIREE MATLOCK:

Jack and I were out here in front of the college trying to collect signatures to save the endangered southern warbler from encroachment, and there was a small gang of coeds surrounding him waggling fingers. It looked like the disagreement was getting out of hand.

I could see I needed to intervene.

“What’s going on here, Jack?” The man was clutching his clip board close, looking like he was trying to turn beige and sink into the bricks behind him.

“This MAN was trying to coerce us into signing a petition and waved his phallic symbol in front of our faces yelling about what we needed to do,” said one of the ladies.

“Do you mean… his pen?” I asked, surprised. I spotted the same T-shirt on all the women. It said “GIRLS JUST WANT TO HAVE FUNDAMENTAL RIGHTS”.

“So typical of the patriarchy to just order us to do things. We don’t need your commands, MAN,” another one of the girls said, and everyone nodded. They obviously meant “man” as an insult.

“Well, here’s mine. Want to look?” Apparently my phallus, I mean pen, was okay, and the ladies signed and left.

“Sorry Jack, tomorrow we’ll go back to standing in front of the Target store.”

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JM PAQUETTE:

Jeremy followed behind her, unable to break her hold on his hand, glancing behind at the girl with a look of woe that would have torn her heart if she hadn’t spent more than half of her life listening to him whine and complain. No, not complain, she corrected herself. She recalled the lengthy diatribe she’d received when she told him that–apparently, to complain meant to write love poetry back in the Middle Ages, a fact that Sara found hilarious, but Jeremy was definitely not writing love poetry in her honor. He’d worn himself out over the centuries writing love ballads about his beloved anchoress, trapped behind her walls of stone, wrongly persecuted for a crime she was of course completely innocent of, a minor disagreement with the Church that ended with her judged to die in solitude for some no doubt phallic-inspired sin that Sara didn’t even recognize or care about.

She was really tired of listening to Jeremy’s lectures, of the way he bemoaned his past, the way he judged her every move. She paused. What was she doing? She could let him go back inside, leave him to the teenage witch, and be done with him.

Maybe this was what she was supposed to do all along. Maybe her trial was over, her long journey to the end reached, her score on the tally board of destiny even. She looked down at their linked hands, then back up at the wistful expression on the old ghost’s face.

She stopped walking in the parking lot. “Jeremy?” she began. “Do you…” She let the words trail off. Was she willing to let him go? She thought of the girl inside, so young, so eager, so…absolutely unequipped to deal with a spirit of Jeremy’s caliber. What was she thinking to cast off her burden to another so clearly unprepared for the job? This was probably why she had been cursed with the ghost in the first place. She was unworthy, unable to follow through to the end. She stared at him, perplexed as always when she wandered down this path. Jeremy knew the reason why, but he would never tell her.

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BRANDON SCOTT:

Some disagreements are sensible, and some are not. However, there is a third category of this that some might not consider or validate as such: and that is the ones that are so odd and out of the realm of normal conversation that they enter perhaps a different phase of human understanding.

This disagreement, held while shopping for a new board, a headboard for a bed specifically, was of that last section.

“I swear to you, on my mother’s grave, that man’s head was so phallic is represented the patriarchy.”

“You mean phallic symbols do?”

“No.” He shook his head. “No. His head, his head of all heads, specifically, represents men’s hold on this world.”

She stared at him for a moment, pondering this: considering this. Wondering as to what might have been going on for this baffling man. Then, with a deep sigh beforehand, she asked the only question that seemed obvious to her to ask. “Are you drunk?”

He did a double take and even looked a tad offended. “Umm, no? I think that man’s head is the avatar of sexism.”

“I want a divorce,” she replied immediately.

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