Nominations and Thunderclaps

Hello all, readers, minions, assorted others.

Today I come to you on bended knee asking for your support. I have two requests, one for votes and one for social media support of a Thunderclap. Plus, I have a short announcement, so read on to the end.

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First, I have good news. My book, Horror Haiku and Other Poems, was nominated in the Preditors & Editors Readers’ Poll in the Poem category. So yay!

This brings me to my first request. I need votes! So I ask you to find a spark of kindness and go check out the poll, and perhaps grant my poor book a vote.

Here’s the page: http://critters.org/predpoll/poem.shtml

 

One to the next request. My thunderclap.

I’ve mentioned this event before on the site, but the campaign has only 9 days to go, and has stalled. It still has nearly 30 supporters to go to reach its goal, so please, please support or share this campaign. If it doesn’t reach 100 supporters by the January 13th deadline it will not blast out  into the internet ether.

You can find it here:  Horror at the B2BCyCon

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Oh, and one last thing (but most definitely not least), I have officially joined Pen of the Damned, and you can check out my debut story here: Rebirth

More on that in a later post.

 

For Remembrance Day: Heroes

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Heroes

Dream of faraway mountains wild
and warriors, whose hearts beat sound,
the sweet laugh of a grateful child.
Remember not the bloody ground
or your lifeless friends that surround.
The ghost of years, went by too fast,
embrace these memories unwound.
Lost in the echoes of the past

The face of that girl who smiled
the night before you left, war bound.
Oh, how her fair blue eyes beguiled,
within their depths you might have drowned.
Not to be, gone before you found,
swallowed by a battlefield vast
and the noise of mortar inbound.
Lost in the echoes of the past

They molded strangers and compiled
that bond of brothers, so profound.
Confront that enemy reviled
when booming battle drums resound,
to conclude with death, all around.
Lingering questions never asked
in your mind, they forever hound.
Lost in the echoes of the past

Dream of your home, that hallowed ground,
your long journey ended at last.
Let friends and family expound,
Lost in the echoes of the past


© A. F. Stewart 2016 All Rights Reserved

A Halloween Story: The Ghost Tree

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The Ghost Tree

Shall I tell you a story?
Such an inconsequential story, in the grand scheme of universal things, but still quite important to some.
To those that died.
This story has many beginnings, the very first happened a century or two past (or perhaps three, it’s hard to keep track sometimes), the latest only a year ago on a blustery October day.
I remember that day very well (I wasn’t there at the very beginning, though the tale has been told to me).
Evening dusk had settled in, brushing the edges of sunset, and letting the shadows come out to play. I was where I always am. By the oak tree on the hill. I recall staring up, at one crimson leaf clinging to a branch high in the otherwise barren tree. The leaf swayed in the breezy northeast wind, defying the inevitable until it too drifted downward to join its fellows on the cold ground. One more decaying piece of vegetation in the colorful patchwork shroud beneath my tree.
I laughed when the breeze swirled the leaves; a crinkle and crunch sound sailing on whispered air. Around the tree trunk the gust circled, a dance of dead foliage in its wake, streaks of scarlet, lemon and carroty orange fluttering like a procession. It soared to the sky and showered mouldering colours to settle once more to the earth.
It was a beautiful moment.
A rare moment for me.
It didn’t last.
For a pair of happy lovers interrupted the quiet. I knew the pair, seen them often, here underneath the tree. A handsome young lawyer and his pretty mistress. Her face held such a radiant smile, so sweet, so beautiful.
Until the very instant he slit her throat.
Her bones are buried in the nearby woods. Her mother stills cries at night for her lost daughter.
But she’s with us now. A wandering spirit, waiting.
One of the Ghosts of the Oak Tree.
That’s what we call ourselves. Rather silly, but accurate. For this is where the murdered dead come… after. We all end here, every slain, pitiful spectre in the area. Summoned here… by something.
All the local lost souls come to the tree.
Rain says it’s because of the massacre that happened on the hill. Because of the innocent blood that soaked into the ground. It stained the tree she told me, gave it power. I’m not certain if I believe that, but she knows more of it than I do. She and her people were the first to die. The first story.
But there won’t be a story this year.
That poor smiling girl was the final soul we needed
We’re strong enough now.
We are legion.
And we know all the wicked secrets.
The dead are coming home.
For vengeance.

And as an added bonus, here’s a Halloween Reading from Horror Haiku and Other Poems.

Happy Halloween!

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Horror Haiku and Other Poems Release Day!

The day has arrived!

The official launch of Horror Haiku and Other Poems!

 

Horror Haiku and Other Poems by A. F. Stewart

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Words linger…

In the darkness of shadows, in the distant screams.
They whisper past the drip, drip of blood.
The strange beauty of words hide, waiting for you.

Embrace the horror.

Venture past safe reality, into the world of terror told in verse. Horror Haiku and Other Poems brings forth surreal dread and spins it in artistic countenance. From small chilling bites of poetry, to murky morsels of fright, come find where the words haunt you, where they live and die.

Horror Haiku and Other Poems is available at:

Amazon (US)

Amazon (Canada)

Smashwords

iTunes

Kobo

Barnes and Noble

 

And for the month of October you can get it for only .99 cents!

 

Book Trailer

 

Excerpts:

 

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Darkened carnival

Quiet time—don’t slip in blood

The red-nosed clown smiles

 

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Shadows over rust

Forsaken carnival fun

mask the gate to Hell

 

 

About the Author:


A steadfast and proud sci-fi and fantasy geek, A. F. Stewart was born and raised in Nova Scotia, Canada and still calls it home. The youngest in a family of seven children, she always had an overly creative mind and an active imagination. She favours the dark and deadly when writing—her genres of choice being dark fantasy and horror—but she has been known to venture into the light on occasion. As an indie author she’s published novellas and story collections, with a few side trips into poetry and non-fiction.

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And be sure to check out the Release Day Poetry Slam over on Facebook today!

The Horror Haiku Poetry Slam

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Horror Haiku And Other Poems Cover Reveal

As promised, here’s the big cover reveal for my upcoming horror poetry book, out October 11th.

Ta Da!

 

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I think it’s suitably creepy.

 

And as an extra, here’s the book blurb:

Words linger…
In the darkness of shadows, in the distant screams.
They whisper past the drip, drip of blood.
The strange beauty of words hide, waiting for you.
Embrace the horror.

Venture past safe reality, into the world of terror told in verse.
Horror Haiku and Other Poems brings forth surreal dread and spins it in artistic countenance. From small chilling bites of poetry, to murky morsels of fright, come find where the words haunt you, where they live and die.

 

I’ll be doing an official release on October 11th, as part of the 2016 October Frights Blog Hop, and a poetry slam launch party on Facebook

 

Plus, there’s a Headtalker campaign for release day: https://headtalker.com/?p=81388

The Sirens Call eZine and More Updates

 

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Great news!

As mentioned in a previous post, my little horror story, Arthur’s World, was accepted for publication in the Sirens Call eZine. Well…

The Sirens Call eZine – Issue 28 Terrifying Tales is out!

You can check out the website page for the issue #28 link (along with links to back issues). Sirens Call Publications 

Or go here for the direct download:

http://www.sirenscallpublications.com/pdfs/SirensCallEZine_August2016.pdf

There’s a plethora of wonderfully creepy tales and poems to peruse, along with interviews and artwork. So do pop over and take a look.

 

And now for other Updates…

I will (despite life’s annoying interruptions) be publishing my new poetry book in October. It’s a collection of my horror poetry, Horror Haiku And Other Poems, and will come out in time to make Halloween extra creepy. I will be doing a cover reveal later in September for the book.

In other book news, Ghosts of the Sea Moon, is nearly finished, but the above mentioned life interruptions have slowed down progress on the novella slightly. It should, however, be ready for publication by the end of the year.

In convention news:

– The Efestival of Words went well and a good time was had by all.

– I recklessly volunteered to run the horror genre for the Brain to Books Cyber Convention, so I’m actively looking to recruit horror authors for the event. If you have published a horror book, and are interested in participating in B2BCYCON, please leave a comment. You can check out the convention FAQ page here:  http://braintobooks.com/b2bcycon-faq/

Registration for B2BCYCON doesn’t begin until October, but feel free to check it out, or ask me questions.

 

 

 

Smashwords Sale

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Just a little reminder that for the ENTIRE month of July all my ebooks are either half price or free at Smashwords!

That’s right, I’ve enrolled all my books in the Smashwords Summer/Winter Sale!

All you need to do to grab the deals is use the coupon code listed on each book’s page at the checkout. You can find a listing of all my books at my Smashwords profile: https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/scribe77

 

 

 

#NationalPoetryMonth Day 29: Stone Maidens in a Row

My penultimate poem for Day 29 of National Poetry Month.

Stone Maiden

 

Stone Maidens in a Row

 

Those little stone maidens all in a row,

come see them hither, along the wall

with downcast eyes, hands folded all

Those little stone maidens all in a row

 

Come see them hither, along the wall

Such pretty things for cold grey stone,

standing there amidst grass overgrown

Come see them hither, along the wall

 

Such pretty things for cold grey stone

Makes you wonder what’s underneath

Is it flesh and bone that lies beneath?

Such pretty things for cold grey stone

 

Makes you wonder what’s underneath,

those little stone maidens all in a row

Is it sad small tales of death and woe?

Makes you wonder what’s underneath

 

Those little stone maidens all in a row,

come see them hither, along the wall

with downcast eyes, hands folded all

Those little stone maidens all in a row




© A. F. Stewart 2016 All Rights Reserved