Jason Sizemore and Apex Publications have posted a free short story from my collection, DISINTEGRATION VISIONS, that is not to be read whilst eating.
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This is the last short story of the collection. All that remains is the epilogue, which is a trivial thing. If you enjoyed the stories, please consider passing along a donation through paypal to sankgreall (a) gmail (dot) com. Five dollars and more will get you a free eBook, in any format, for your collection.
Donations of thirteen dollars and up will also get you a copy of the book, itself, which I’ll ship to you via paypal.
Donations of over fifteen dollars? I’ll sign the book and personalize it before passing it along to you.
Naturally, you can skip all of that, and just pick up a copy for your library, virtual or otherwise, wherever fine books are sold.
I hope you enjoyed.
Of Note: The trade paperback edition of the collection is currently available. The eBook successfully funded the trade paperback.
[Read the rest? http://womenandmonsters.wordpress.com/2012/01/02/eurydice/ ]
TiresiusEveryone remembers how he was blind, but nobody remembers the why of it. He blinded himself, when he was made a woman for seven years by pitiless gods.
When he was young and he wasn’t yet a prophet, the gods turned Tiresius into a woman. She found, after being a man among men, that she could not live among her people as a woman. She learned the truth about the men and women of her time and place in a flash of violence: men were drunk and laughing together all the time; women endured. Tiresius could not walk the streets alone without the risk of rape. She could not stand in a doorway and say hello to the men that used to be her friends. They looked at her differently now. They had a smile that should not have been there. They had a lingering touch that promised of unwanted advances, and soon.
Want to read the rest? head over to http://womenandmonsters.wordpress.com to read the rest. Or, one could go to the nearest eBook retailer for a copy of the whole collection, now before it goes live.
“Yet lost were I not won;
For beauty hath created been
T’ undo, or be undone.”
– from Ulysses and the Siren by Samuel Daniel
Don’t let that lying creep, my first manager that we fired, suggest it was him. Odysseus was my first.
My Odysseus walked up the beach with his friends and a surfboard under his arm, an olive-skinned man with hair curled and dark. Muscular, and famous, I knew him on sight. I was posing with a book I didn’t read for the camera men along the edge of the sand. I was alone, against the rules my parents had set for me. There I was. I believed I could sing, but it was a voice that came from deep inside of me, passed through microphones and soundboards and sound men. I had never heard my voice alone in an empty room. I never sang unless I had to, for joy. It was my job, and I was told to rest my voice outside the studio.