| Author: | Nick Angelis | ISBN: | 9781465844514 |
| Publisher: | Nick Angelis | Publication: | November 23, 2011 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords Edition | Language: | English |
| Author: | Nick Angelis |
| ISBN: | 9781465844514 |
| Publisher: | Nick Angelis |
| Publication: | November 23, 2011 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords Edition |
| Language: | English |
Have you ever felt nervous around casseroles or had complex relationships with snowmen? If so, this eclectic collection of short stories will hinder your healing process and is probably not for you. For anyone else, it will increase your character and cash flow while serving as an excellent gift idea for people you were previously too cheap to buy anything for. Lastly, this book will remind you to never end a sentence with a preposition.
Here's a new sample story for #ReadanEbookWeek. "Tears of Death" isn't in the actual book because no one likes to read a story twice.
Heather's eyes brimmed as he entered the room. Trevor moved to brush the coming tears away with a gentle hand when the first drop trickled down her face. "You're bleeding out of your eyes!" he gasped, as more tears splashed onto the floor to form an angry red smear. They both simultaneously stifled a sob as she motioned for him to go.
"It's contagious", she whispered. "Save yourself."
The room blurred. Trevor hastily rubbed his eyes as he stumbled out of the room, relieved that only harmless, clear liquid dripped out of them. This could have been it. Heather was so beautiful, so practical, constantly gracious yet transparent. Everything you wanted in a girl with none of the eerie baggage that usually accompanied seemingly perfect people. They could have been like one of those Hollywood power couples with reality TV shows following their dinner choices and vacation plans. A world of possibilities, now reduced from a stunning socialite to a frail form buried under blood-streaked mounds of blankets, patiently waiting for the end to come. He'd have to start all over, because dating a woman with Ebola certainly did not lead to more star power and prestige in life.
With a heavy sigh, Heather looked down at her clenched fists. She released the left one, revealing a small bottle of Red 40 food coloring. It was so hard to say no, but there had to be a better way to let shallow guys know she really wasn't that into them.
Have you ever felt nervous around casseroles or had complex relationships with snowmen? If so, this eclectic collection of short stories will hinder your healing process and is probably not for you. For anyone else, it will increase your character and cash flow while serving as an excellent gift idea for people you were previously too cheap to buy anything for. Lastly, this book will remind you to never end a sentence with a preposition.
Here's a new sample story for #ReadanEbookWeek. "Tears of Death" isn't in the actual book because no one likes to read a story twice.
Heather's eyes brimmed as he entered the room. Trevor moved to brush the coming tears away with a gentle hand when the first drop trickled down her face. "You're bleeding out of your eyes!" he gasped, as more tears splashed onto the floor to form an angry red smear. They both simultaneously stifled a sob as she motioned for him to go.
"It's contagious", she whispered. "Save yourself."
The room blurred. Trevor hastily rubbed his eyes as he stumbled out of the room, relieved that only harmless, clear liquid dripped out of them. This could have been it. Heather was so beautiful, so practical, constantly gracious yet transparent. Everything you wanted in a girl with none of the eerie baggage that usually accompanied seemingly perfect people. They could have been like one of those Hollywood power couples with reality TV shows following their dinner choices and vacation plans. A world of possibilities, now reduced from a stunning socialite to a frail form buried under blood-streaked mounds of blankets, patiently waiting for the end to come. He'd have to start all over, because dating a woman with Ebola certainly did not lead to more star power and prestige in life.
With a heavy sigh, Heather looked down at her clenched fists. She released the left one, revealing a small bottle of Red 40 food coloring. It was so hard to say no, but there had to be a better way to let shallow guys know she really wasn't that into them.
