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Kind words from Candace! We’re on a first name basis now. Read the post to see why!

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So Peeps, for those not in the know, I like to pretend I’m a professional writer (although in reality, I’m just a boxer wearing gnome with no impulse control and an overwhelming need for attention.) At the end of my writerly day, I  reward my professional self with select reads from my fellow pretenders, but I rarely publicly comment on a colleague’s work because I figure that’s a task best left to the unbiased professional consumer (a.k.a our literary audience.)

Any-hoo, I was on Twitter the other day, checking the profiles (I always check) of those foolish enough to follow a profane gnome (there’s a mute button and  I’ll never know you’re using it… just saying,) and one of the fools, @PracSerious   announced their thirteen page read was free on Amazon and politely requested (on their own profile) readers to give a try and maybe leave a…

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FREE Horror Fiction Today and Tomorrow: “Green Thumb: A Short Story”

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“Green Thumb: A Short Story” Free October 6 and 7 (thurs and fri)

Okay guys, my serial killer short story “Green Thumb” is free today and tomorrow. I’m really trying to get my review- and/or rating-count to 20, so I can use a few more. It’s a quick read and has been well reviewed so far. Please help out!

Green Thumb: A Short Story by Earl Hatsby https://www.amazon.com/dp/B014I0Y78I/ref=cm_sw_r_tw_dp_x_61M9xbV085P4B

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“Green Thumb” Free Thursday and Friday (Aug 18 and 19)

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“Green Thumb Horror eBook FREE today and tomorrow”

I’m extending the my horror short story’s free promotion for two more days. Get it while it’s still free! And please consider leaving a rating on Amazon or Goodreads!

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(from Amazon)

They call the serial killer “Green Thumb” due to his quirky habit of leaving small potted plants at the sites of his abductions. Michael will soon learn what that name really means.

After an ill-advised mission to rescue his brother from Green Thumb’s lair, Michael only succeeded in adding himself to Green Thumb’s list of victims. Now he must free himself and his brother from the killer’s bizarre torture chamber, where an insane collection of impossible plants suggests a terrifying new meaning behind the nickname “Green Thumb.”

 

 

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“Green Thumb” FREE on Amazon, Aug 14-15!

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“Green Thumb: A Short Story” FREE Aug 14-15

Get the acclaimed story FREE on Kindle today and tomorrow! If you read, please take a second to give a rating!

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They call the serial killer “Green Thumb” due to his quirky habit of leaving small potted plants at the sites of his abductions. Michael will soon learn what that name really means.

After an ill-advised mission to rescue his brother from Green Thumb’s lair, Michael only succeeded in adding himself to Green Thumb’s list of victims. Now he must free himself and his brother from the killer’s bizarre torture chamber, where an insane collection of impossible plants suggests a terrifying new meaning behind the nickname “Green Thumb.”

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“Green Thumb” Free on Kindle — Today, Saturday June 18

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“Green Thumb: A Short Story” FREE Saturday, June 18th

Pick up my well-reviewed short horror story published through Amazon Direct Publishing. Please show your support by downloading a copy (100% free!) and, if you can, giving it a quick rating on Amazon or goodreads. Every little bit helps!

Click the link to get your copy: Free Book Giveaway!

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Trivago Guy Fan Fiction: “The Lure of Churritos”

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In today’s morsel of Trivago Guy fan fiction, Trivago Guy must overcome a triple-threat of distractions threatening to spoil his mission to buy a belt online.

I’ve kept you guys waiting long enough. It’s finally time for the third installment of my epic 5,000-word Trivago Guy novella “Trivago Guy Buys a Belt (Or Does He?).” Enjoy.

Trivago Guy Meme Fan Fiction Part 3: “The Lure of Churritos”

Hours whipped by like silvery Trivago-commercial graphics and still, no easy solutions for Trivago Guy’s quandary presented themselves. Trivago Guy’s gray rumpled shirt stuck to his lean chest, which was grossly beaded with sweat from yet another blazing hot day in the San Fernando Valley.

Outside, a portly Mexican street vendor wheeled by with his taco cart advertising his greasy goods by ringing a rusty bicycle bell every so often. A gaggle of scruffy looking children, who’d been playing tag in the street, rejoiced and skipped over the taco man and started fishing into their pockets.

For the first time since his unfortunate encounter with Harry222, Trivago Guy wrested his bloodshot eyes from the computer screen. Elsewhere in his apartment building, somebody yelled something and threw something against a wall. Trivago Guy smiled at this, then leaned over and peered out the window and, for a good five minutes, stared out at the taco cart with a doleful expression on his face. If you were out there on the street looked up towards Trivago Guy’s apartment you’d swear you were looking at a child molester scanning for prey.

But you’d be wrong. Dead wrong. Trivago Guy was not staring at the kids. He hated children, if you must know. Of course he did. Whenever he encountered children during his rare jaunts to the nearby 7-Eleven, they’d usually give him a weird look, scratch their chins as if deep in thought, and then articulate a laundry list of terrible, unfiltered observations about him. Usually about how somnambulant and Scott Bacula-like he looked. Kids have no filter, and for that reason Trivago Guy feared them deeply and completely.

Today, Trivago Guy barely even knew the taco cart kids were out there. He was too distracted by the plastic bags of orange, wheel-shaped churritos. These happened to be Trivago Guy’s second-favorite snack food after Kool Ranch Doritos. As he listened to the taunting chime of the vendor’s bell, Trivago Guy’s stomach rumbled like crazy and he dug the heels of his Adidas flip flops into the frayed gray carpet, which was so frayed primarily due to churrito-related heel digging.

But this was no time for a snack break! This was not ideal! Trivago Guy needed to figure out what to do about Harry222, if anything, so that he could finally get back to the day’s timely, critical business: buying a belt before the neighbors turned off their Internet connection. In a few hours the neighbors would undoubtedly unplug their wireless router, as they always tended to do in the late-afternoon. And once his connection to the Web was severed, all hope to buy a belt before the end of the day would be lost, dooming Trivago Guy to a most un-ideal life of incompleteness and sadness and mysteriously beltless slacks. Trivago Guy would stew in post-Internet darkness for the rest of the night. Therefore he could afford no distractions.

Ring ring. The churrito vendor, now serving a taco to the leader of the children, somehow managed to continue ringing his bicycle bell despite the fact that both of his hands were occupied in the making of the taco. But Trivago Guy wasn’t observant enough to realize that he was witnessing a miracle—the Los Angeles equivalent of water being turned to wine. No, he was simply thinking about the bags of churritos. He wanted them so bad.

His next-door neighbors finally finished having loud sex (Oh, I forgot to mention, Trivago Guy’s 60-year-old neighbors had been having loud sex in the background since the very beginning of this story). Minutes were flying by like seconds. So many distractions! Harry222’s cyber-bullying continued to eat at him. The churritos continued to taunt him. The neighbors who’d just stopped having sex at the beginning of this paragraph, now started again, louder than ever.

“Enough!!!” shouted Trivago Guy. He took a deep cleansing breath. Then he collected himself, moved his mouse icon to the “X” box at the top left of his browser’s window, and, without further incident, he clicked. The dreaded Trivago Guy Fan Page forum disappeared from the screen of his ancient Gateway computer. And yes, it really stung him to let Harry222’s final comment go unchallenged—which kinda validated it, in all fairness—but Trivago Guy’s thing was this: What good was a sterling online reputation if he didn’t even have a belt? The belt was the key. To everything. And once the danger of distraction was past, a fresh wave of excitement and determination flushed through Trivago Guy’s lean, highly tanned body. Let’s get this thing done!

Trivago Guy WILL be back…

Check out this Youtube feature on Trivago Guy!

Read the previous installment of Trivago Guy Fan Fiction

This story is inspired by a brilliant article on Rolling Stone’s website entitled “What’s the Deal With the Trivago Guy?”

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Zombie Planetfall: Starblog 1

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So I’m planning on peppering Zombie Planetfall with new “blog posts” written by Spacekid. They’ll shed some light on what was going on up on that space station before the astronaut left and came back to Earth. What do you think?

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Zombie Planetfall: Changing of the Guard (Part 1)

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Today Commander Rowan has a “field day” of sorts with the dangerously disorganized Clans of the Middle School.

Because so many of you were clamoring for more, I’ve released the latest installment of my serial zombie novella, “Zombie Planetfall.” Swing by and tell me what you think!

Zombie Planetfall.

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Zombie Planetfall: “Incident at the Fence”

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This week we premiered the new, alternative cover for “Zombie Planetfall.”

Perhaps you were wondering if there were actually any zombies in my zombie serial novel? Okay, yes, there were a few at the beginning, but since then it’s been a lot of radioactive hillbillies and feral children. Well folks, today is your lucky day. Head on over to “Zombie Planetfall” on Wattpad and there’ll be more than a few zombies (cadavers) waiting for you. There will be blood.

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Zombie Apocalypse Serial Novel: The Bunker

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The WW2-ear sub-basement bunker provides a fair bit of protection against the residual radiation that blankets the Earth. But that protection comes at a price…

After a week’s hiatus, my genre-blending zombie apocalypse serial novel is back. What do our astronaut friends think about the bizarre world of warring post-apocalyptic middle-schoolers in which they now find themselves? Do they regret ever coming to this place? Could they leave even if they wanted to?

Get the answers you crave by following the link below!

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