The Secret of Jebediah Vanderhook Part 04

“You’re sure your parents are cool with me coming?” Sarah asks. Her usual relaxed self completely on edge thanks to the storm. He can’t help but smile at how cute she is. For all the tough and rough vibes she sends out, Sarah is terrified of weather. Thunderstorms, rainstorms, snowstorms—they all freak her out. That’s fine, Hayden doesn’t mind driving for her. Continue reading “The Secret of Jebediah Vanderhook Part 04”

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The Secret of Jebediah Vanderhook Part 04

The Secret of Jebediah Vanderhook Part 03

“Where’s dad?” Cordelia asks, checking the clock as she scoops out bowls of macaroni and cheese. The house is filled with the heavy aroma of bacon, the key ingredient for making homemade mac’n’chese perfect. Of course, Max thinks differently than the rest of the family. It’s the double portion of onions that make it best. Sure, he loves bacon, but the onions make all the difference. It’s just a common fact to him. He takes his bowl from Cordelia and looks at the clock too. His shift should have been over an hour ago. Continue reading “The Secret of Jebediah Vanderhook Part 03”

The Secret of Jebediah Vanderhook Part 03

The Secret of Jebediah Vanderhook Part 02

“Say that again?” David shouts into the cellphone, feeling the bite of the wind against the back of his neck. What a swell time to get a haircut? Who exactly was going to care about the way his hair looked during Christmas dinner? Doesn’t matter, the howl of it is bad enough. He couldn’t possibly have heard what she said. Looking at the tipped over semi in the middle of the road, David watches Luther talking to the bloodied driver.

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The Secret of Jebediah Vanderhook Part 02

The Secret of Jebediah Vanderhook Part 01

Jeb Vanderhook hacks the rope holding the enormous sack over the high branch of the tree and Keith could have swore that it is the sound of a body hitting the ground that echoes through the woods. From a distance, he watches, eyes fixed on the position with morbid fascination, wondering what’s inside the tarp sack that’s been hanging from Crazy Jeb’s tree for days now. When he watched Crazy Jeb drive into town, he snuck out his window, abandoning his telescope and venturing out into the fresh sea of snow to see what was in the sack.

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The Secret of Jebediah Vanderhook Part 01

So, you want a story…

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.

Anyway, the selfless plugs and requests, let’s get them over with:

  1. Like what you’re reading? Comment, let me know. I read all of them and I’ll try to respond if you have questions. Tell your friends, encourage me to go on!
  2. If you really like my characters, my style, etc; and have a little scratch to spend, check out my ebooks. There’s one out recently titled: The Red Queen. You’ll love it, I promise.
  3. If you like my work and you want to see more of it, without having spare scratch or no patience to wait for next week’s chapter, then head over to Mythist.com. I’m partnering with them to write some fine work.

Overall, I want to thank you for being here. I hope to entertain you and I’m more than ready for the challenge. Have fun and enjoy what you’re reading.

So, you want a story…