Monthly Archives: October 2016

Jigsaw and the Fan by Stewart Bint

Author friend- Stewart Bint with his latest book. Jigsaw and the Fan

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There is always a new book out. However, it is even more exciting when the author is also releasing a short story in our Ghostly Writes Anthology.  Here’s to you Stewart Bint and you most excellent stories and novels.  Be warned…They can be very scary.


How much trouble can one disgruntled ghost really cause?

Stewart Bint’s latest novel has been published as a paperback and ebook by Dragon Moon Press.

The Jigsaw And The Fan is described as social satire.

Albert Carter has died, and finds himself in the spirit world, to get sorted out at St Christopher’s gates. Having been a successful shop steward picketing the management of Jebson’s Glue Factory on behalf of his colleagues, he feels confident his final destination is Heaven, with the rest of the decent, honest working class.

However, on arrival at St Christopher’s Doomsday Ministry, an inspectors’ strike means all spirits in transit…

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Finding My Way Back

Forgiving yourself to help FIND your way back to the real you and HEAL

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Patty L. Fletcher
October 2016
Hello Readers!
I hope this day finds you well. I’m writing today to let you know of my plans to try to find the path back to the goals I had when I first began my journey of writing. It is my hope that with this writing I can undo some of my past, and enable myself to go forward into the future in a better and more productive way.
As many of you know I have made many mistakes in the last few years. Some of those mistakes have been very costly. I have lost friends and even family due to these mistakes,and I’ve come to realize that sometimes no matter how many times you apologize, no matter what you do some simply will not give you a chance to redeem yourself no matter how hard you try. The rational part of my mind says walk away. You’ve done…

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Haunting you this Hallow’s Eve

I participated in this anthology with a story called Soul Man. The eBook will be FREE to all from the 31st October (Kindle may take a few days) Enjoy

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Ghostly Writes Anthology 2016

It is that time of year again when authors love to haunt you with our scary, horror filled books that will thrill anyone who loves Halloween.

Ghostly Writes Anthology, presented to you by Plaisted Publishing House, Ltd, New Zealand, with a selection of 26 Indie Authors from around the world.  This eBook will be available wordwide from the 31st October. (KINDLE will be late due to getting PERMA FREE established) Each story has its own focus, be it a haunting or not. There are creepy cottages, houses and creatures. Some you won’t want to read at night.

One thing you will notice is that we have left the English Grammar and Spelling in the country of origin – like it or not, it is what it is – English from around the globe.

This year our authors and their stories are:

A Dying Scream – J…

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Awethology Light and Dark Anthologies Celebrate 1 Year

Celebrating Awethology with The Awethors. My short story is in Awethology Light and is a Teen Fantasy.

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Yep. You heard it hear first!  The Light and Dark Awethologies are  celebrating a year of FREE Downloads.  That is over 2,500 downloads between the two books on kindle alone.

This was a journey and a half to produce with early 50 authors and 50 short stories or poems written, edited by a team and publishing by my company for FREE. These books are aroudn 600 pages which consist of around 25 stories in each one.  Some wonderful stories.

What did we learn?

#Awethors as a group discovered TEAM WORK, we discovered diversity, plenty of challenges.  These books are FREE! The group use them as give aways and promotion to share and introduce their fans and readers to new authors.  For some of the participants – it was the first Anthology they had ever participated in.  It took many months to organise and with the right team in place we…

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Indie-pendent Author and Proud

A Chaotic Mind - Andrew Fairchild

I always get people coming up to me asking how did I get started as a self-published author.  My reply is always the same, through a lot  research and great connections.  After years of rejections through traditional publishing houses, I got lured in to publishing my first book with a vanity press.  A vanity press is basically a publisher whom the author pays to get their books published and trust me, there are a lot out there.  I like to call them preying presses because in actuality they prey on those authors who long to see their book in print, but can not get it picked up by a traditional publishing house.

I got hooked by Xlibris.  It’s not that they are awful to deal with, on the contrary they had an excellent sells department. My experience turned sour when they released my first book as a softcover with a price of $15.99.  I…

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Tutorial for Auto Indents

Auto Indent Tutorial from Plaisted Publishing House.

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It seems to be that time again.  A learning curve for me a couple of years ago doesn’t mean all authors and writers are aware of how Auto Indents work and are made.  I still see some Indents in eBook which are way to big.  To me this shows lack of learning and professionalism of the author or writer.  If I find it difficult to read as a publisher…think what your readers will fell like.  Personally I have stopped reading some eBooks due to the lack of professionalism in formatting.

Here is a short tutorial for those who wish and those who participate in my Anthologies or are clients.  This is how AUTO INDENTS are made in WORD.

Open your word document.  Look across the top bar with STYLES.  Inside the red line is a small ARROW.  Click on it.

style-writing1It will open a side bar on your document…

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Devils Own. A Work in Progress

Muses come and go quite a bit over recent months.  Suddenly i had an image of a young girl stuck in my brain, she was crouched on th flag stone floor, her knees drawn up, her head down and her arms wrapped around her knees.  I could hear her crying.  I wasn’t sure what was going on!  Was this a dream or was it real?

The following day I opened word and started to type.  A horror – a nasty beast, and innocent young woman in days gone by.  The beast enjoyed eating the young flesh of the women.  I’m not sure if any of them are human or which world we are on yet.  I know they are in a castle. I know the beast can be burnt by the rain as if it were acid.

It seems my dark muse is here…I have no idea what she wants or where she will take this story. I have no idea if it will ever be finished either.  Though I thought you’d like to read a bit and tell me what you think.  So here is a couple of pages of Devil’s Own – a WIP – first draft

Devils Own

The wall was wet against her naked back. The rattle of her steel cuffs around her wrists could be heard as she raised her head, letting her lank dirty red hair fall across her eyes as she stared into the darkness. Her eyes were dull with the horrors she’d already suffered at the hands of her kidnapper.

Her wrists were rubbed raw, her emaciated body shivered.

Crimson felt her heart stutter with growing dread.  She wasn’t alone. Her body tensed at the fetid smell of the air as it swirled around her.  Moaning softly, she blinked her dry eyes.

“Please.” She begged through dried cracked lips

She gasped, her eyes widened as red eyes bored into her soul, hateful, and malicious. A finger scraped over her breast, the nail cutting through skin making her whimper.  The beast flicked out it’s long black tongue, lapping at the blood eagerly.

“Let me go,” she muttered hoarsely.

Its hand stroked her face softly, slowly moving over her starved naked body, down to her feet which were splayed apart by another set of cuffs.  The beast sucked one of her toes before biting down hard, tearing it off. The girl tried to scream for mercy.  Standing up the beast slowly ate her toe, spitting out the nail and sucked it until he held the bones. Slowly the beast shaved the bones to thin point with his claw like fingernails, and with a harsh laugh he forced the spear like bones through her ears, lapping up the drops of blood making her shudder

“You are mine for ever,” he whispered.

Her head dropped, sobs escaping her lips, her eyes so dry, no tears were to be had. 

The beast touched her again, its nails slicing down her body from between her breasts to her belly button. He supped her blood, slurping with gusto until it felt her body relax into unconsciousness.

“Nearly time for a replacement,” he muttered.

It picked up her face, knowing her end was near.  Letting her head drop down he left the dungeon in disgust, slamming the steel door. Drawing up his hood up, hurrying into the maze of dank dungeon corridors in the castle an evil chuckle echoing back to terrorise those who lived upstairs, beyond his control.


Setting his trap, the beast crouched down to wait, wincing in the rain which was acidic to his skin.  He loathed the rain, each drop made him hiss in pain as it burnt away a layer at a time. The forest trees stopped most of the rain touching him, along with his black cloak. He waited quietly, knowing she would wander into his trap soon enough.

The beast had watched her for days, saliva dripping from his mouth in anticipation of feasting.  He loved young flesh, so tender to eat, their blood sweet, regenerating his ugly skin.

A twig snapped, his attention was caught a small evil smile curved his mouth. He watched the leaves shudder, a small delicate hand pushing them out of the way. His eyes widened in delight as she stepped into view, her long blonde curls touching her waist, her cornflower blue eyes alight with mischief. Her gown fell to her ankles, the colour matching her eyes. 

“Tis beautiful here,” she smiled and began to sing.

The forest stilled enjoying the trill of her voice as she stepped closer to her fate. She twirled around, picking flowers, bringing them to her nose as her voice soared. Birds listened, rabbits stopped for a moment watching her enjoy the spring day.

“Another,” he muttered, rubbing his hands on his cloak. “Two more steps… Got you.”

A sudden scream rent the air, the girls arms flailed as a rope caught her feet. She found herself swaying in mid-air.  Hearing a noise, her head twisted around until she was looking at a dark chest.

“Let me down this instant,” she ordered. “My father will…” her gasp of horror was silenced as their eyes met and a gag was stuffed in her mouth.

“You are mine now,” he whispered, his tongue washing over her face, enjoying the freshness of her skin.  “I will enjoy you after the other has gone.”

He cut her down, tying her arms and legs, slinging her over his shoulder he made his way deeper into the forest towards his hidden dungeon in the castle he called home.

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