Hilarious! Gotta love John Monk!
My Trixy Chestity story is in a new anthology called Stories On The Go. Hugh Howey also has a story in it. I’m hoping to use my fame to help Hugh get some exposure :)Awesome Indie Lindy Moone is in it too.The book is free, so go ahead and download it when you get a chance. via I’m helping Hugh Howey get some exposure
Hey – I’m in there too (my first “published” story in a book that’s for sale – “The Tipper”) –and in the contents under the “Literary” category, my name is right after Hugh Howey’s.
This anthology aims to be a showcase of recent indie writing.
Hugh Howey launched the idea on Kboards, a forum for Kindle readers, but also the meeting place of an active community of indie writers. The result is this anthology of 101 very short stories by 101 authors.
We (Andrew Ashling, anthology editor, Lindy Moone and other unpaid volunteers) set a limit of a thousand words. You should be able to read each story in under five minutes — on your desktop computer, laptop, or tablet at home or in the office, but also on your smartphone, on the go, while you are commuting or waiting at a coffee shop for your significant other to arrive.
We included as many genres as we could. We hope that maybe, with only five minutes of your time on the line that would otherwise be wasted anyway, you’ll be tempted to venture outside your comfort zone and try out some new genres and new authors.
Not 101 Dalmations – 101 Authors:
Andrew Ashling * Rachel Aukes * Hugh Howey * Carol Kean * John L. Monk * Lindy Moone * Samuel Peralta * Bob Summer * Micah Ackerman, Caddy Rowland, Monica La Porta, Sam Kates, Lanette Curington, Ela Lond, Livia Harper, Griffin Carmichael, Selina Fenech, Mark Gardner, Ellisa Barr, Marilyn Vix, Jean Louise, Sheryl Fawcett, Nathan Williams, K.D. Hendriks, Wendy C. Allenn (Eelkat), David J. Normoyle, Jack Lusted, H.S. Stone, Craig Halloran, Cherise Kelley, George Berger, Jamie Campbell, Amelia Smith, H.S. St.Ours, Melisse Aires, Cora Buhlert, Philip Harris, Emily Martha Sorensen, Raquel Lyon, Samuel Clements, Dulce Rolindeax, Julie Ann Dawson, J.T. Hall, Roz Marshall, Vincent Trigili, J.E. Taylor, Daniel R. Marvello, Hudson Owen, Stella Wilkinson, Susan C. Daffron, Anya Kelly, Anya Allyn, Zelah Meyer, Nicolas Wilson, Jennifer Lewis, Toni Dwiggins, Derek Neville, D.D. Parker, Keith Rowland, Ruth Nestvold, P.D. Singer, Quinn Richardson, Peter J. Michaels, Daniel Wallock, Thea Atkinson, Lisa Grace, Matt Ryan, Vanna Smythe, Geraldine Evans, MeiLin Miranda, Beverly Farr, Sarah L. Carter, Tony Bertauski, Edward M. Grant, Misti Wolanski, Erik Feka, Dee Gabbledon, Becca Price, Arrington Flynn, L.E. Parin, Darrin Perrez, Frank Zubek, Rachel Elizabeth Cole, Matthew W. Grant, Michael Coorlim, Maren Hayes, Tony Held, Allan Körbes, Tiffany Cherney, Landon Porter, Kathy Molyneaux, Drew Avera, SB Jones, E.A. Linden, Sarra Cannon, Kristy Tate, Jos van Brussel, John March, Nadia Nader, R.M. Prioleau, Joel Ansel
The Tipper by Carol Kean
That awful dog of hers looked like Hitler, with his little mustache of dark fur above perpetually bared teeth. She could have passed for a Nazi prison guard. It’s true what they say about dog owners resembling their pets. These two had the same cold, hostile stare for me every morning at ten.
The old lady settled into her usual table, facing the door - the table of last resort for everyone else. Her black hat and coat, as last-century as she was, guarded her against the draft that blew in with every customer. Dogs weren’t allowed, except for medical reasons. What did this woman suffer, besides hatred for all humanity?
I prepared a triple latte and set it on the counter for the cute guy in a suit that could be Armani, it hung so well. “Charles,” I called out. Cell phone glued to his ear, he smiled and left a clean dollar bill in my tip jar. He could’ve stepped from one of those paperbacks about handsome young billionaire sadists. Not that I had time for romance novels anymore. In sleep-deprived moments I suffered lurid fantasies about my math tutor, a quiet guy who’d be handsome if he learned to smile. Charles, though. That smile. It just glowed.
“Bring me any mug except white,” the old lady said, as always…
… Her cold blue stare was fixed on Charles when I set down her steaming mug. “Watch that one,” she said in a dramatic whisper, the kind that …