This is my first post to The Tale of Ashmores and I’m intending it to be the first of very many, like so many it hurts to think about it. As an author, I see myself as a world builder, a brainstormer who gets carried away. The Tale of Ashmores is a supercell of a story. I’m excited to share it in this format, because I don’t think I would exist in any other format. So, if you’re looking for a story, I’ve got one for you. It won’t be for the weak of heart, but I don’t think you’re what anyone would consider to be weak of heart.
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Downstairs, he can hear his mother talking with Cordelia, worrying over what’s happening outside with their father and his brothers. Why they went out there into that storm is beyond him, but the odds are that Jeb got to them and killed them. Digging under his bed and dragging out his BB gun, Keith glances at the window, swallowing hard. When he thought tonight was going to be a bad night, he’d never anticipated a murderous neighbor to play into the mix. Continue reading “The Secret of Jebediah Vanderhook Part 09”
“I think he hates me,” Sarah says, leaning her head against the cold window as the snow whirls around the Jeep. Hayden looks over at her, feeling a knot in his stomach. Yeah, you’re probably right, he wants to say to her, but that’s not going to help the situation. It’s not her fault after all. She just had to great misfortune of falling for Hayden and not Avery or hell, perfect little Harvey who practically shits gold in his father’s eyes. No, she just got it all wrong when it comes to picking out Ashmore boys. Continue reading “The Secret of Jebediah Vanderhook Part 08”
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Standing over the puddle, looking down at the muddy footsteps moving through the store, aisle to aisle, Max isn’t sure he understands how they got here. For most of the night, he’d spent his shift facing the shelves and watching for customers. There’s been no one here. The last person that he saw was Tasha and her mother coming through the store. Since then, it had been him, Tuff, and Bill every now and then. Chaz is the night’s grocery manager, spending most of his time in the back office looking at porn like he always does. Continue reading “The Secret of Jebediah Vanderhook Part 07”
“I don’t know anything,” Jeb says, shaking his head behind the bars. He looks at the ground, shaking his head over and over again as his knees jump and the heels of his shoes tapping the linoleum of the jail cell. We only have three cells for holding prisoners before sending them on their way to their new homes. This cell has seen more drunks and more vandals than it has seen for any other crime. We don’t get crime in Ashwood bend. That’s why we love it here. That’s why everyone loves it here. We pride ourselves in having a safe community, but right now, I’m not sure if that’s a thing any more. Continue reading “The Secret of Jebediah Vanderhook Part 06”
Hey guys, I know that it’s been a while since I’ve posted the rest of part one of the Tale of Ashmores, but more is on the way this week. I’ve been busy and a lot of great content is coming your way. I hope you’re all excited for it.
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He opens his eyes, blinking at the dark world around him. There’s nothing but the sound of music vibrating in the walls. Staring out into the shadows, all he can do is think about the pain, the fracturing agony deep inside of him. It’s been there for a week now, festering and infecting everything. At first, it had seemed so surreal, like there was hope, but now. The truth has settled in, a deep sepsis that curdles his blood black and poisons even his sleep. Avery looks over at the alarm clock and sees that it’s eight. How is it only eight? Continue reading “The Secret of Jebediah Vanderhook Part 05”