Showing posts with label anthologies. Show all posts
Showing posts with label anthologies. Show all posts

Saturday, June 14, 2025

Ornery Poetry: For Wes #8Sunday #SnipSun

 


Genre: Poetry

Heat Level: Poetic

Blurb

Poetry; a unique and beautiful way to express feelings and ideas. Weaving words into perfect poetic prose, these authors remind you of your childhood, bring comfort from the hardships of life, fiercely spur emotions, and tell tales of old. All lovers of poetry will find a favorite here!

Featuring the following authors: Lee Clark Zumpe, Nick Armbrister, Anna Ross, Toastingfork, K.J. Watson, LindaAnn LoSchiavo, David J. Vowell, Roxana Negut, Vanessa Bane, Cassandra Jones, Andrea Tillmanns, Mathew Anderson, Fariel Shafee, Davion Moore, Afshan Q, Korede Badmus, Cara Hartley, Tanya Fillbrook, and J.E. Feldman.

Snippet

For Wes

It’s been 25 years since I saw you play. The rhythm of the music shook the audience to our bones. For a couple of hours, we were all friends.

I dreamed about you last night. I was backstage staring at your tattoo of yourself on your arm. I can’t remember if you have tattoos, but if you do, I’m certain you don’t have one of yourself. One of the reasons I had it so bad for you is because you don’t have a big ego.

I spent the rest of the dream unable to find a way into the show.

icy mountain roads

winter trees covered in snow

wind cuts through to bone

113 Words


Yes, my desk is in a storage area. Technically, it sits between my sleep area and storage. My bedroom is long and about the size of a studio apartment. To put it kindly, the guy who owned the house previously made some very unconventional remodeling choices. If I look to my left, I'm looking at the remnants of what used to be a wall dividing two rooms. I get the feeling a lot of beer and happy herb were involved in his creative architectural decisions. 

Buy Link

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The e-book is currently available for pre-order. It will be released on June 23, 2025.

Pre-Order Price $1.99

About the Author

Ornery Owl is a wise old bird who seeks the truth behind the lies. She uses her observations to heal the wounded soul. In essence, she is the spirit of an odd little bird whose wings were clipped at a young age. She is at once a whimsical manifestation of poetic expression and a fierce protector of those targeted for derision by an angry and unsympathetic world. Depending on how you perceive her, she can be either a goddamned delight or your worst nightmare.

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Saturday, January 6, 2024

In the Present Tense #8Sunday

  

Photo by Mathilde Langevin (mathildelangevin) on Unsplash

In the Present Tense

“My husband’s name is Rama Abadjiev. He is thirty-eight years old, and he is from the country of Turkey. We have a three-year-old daughter named Claudia.”

Natali Dhaval repeated the information to the forensic team who pulled her husband’s body from the pool as if referring to Rama in the present tense could return him to life. Part of her realized the medical examiner needed to know if she had any information about her husband’s drowning, but she couldn’t bring herself to admit he was dead.

“My husband’s name is Rama Abadjiev,” Natali repeated. “My husband’s name is Rama...”

notes

I went off the rails a bit in December. I want to continue sharing the drabbles I wrote last May.

Five of my (C. L. Hart's) drabbles can be found in The Damned drabble anthology. I didn't submit this story for potential inclusion in The Damned because while the situation described is horrible, it doesn't qualify as horror.

Pick up your copy of The Damned here:

http://books2read.com/DamnedDrabbles










Sunday, December 3, 2023

Time's Up #8Sunday

  


Time’s Up

Eulalia Bonner, the mayor of the Village of Peace on the coast of Nucleycia, read the crumpled three-word note again, as if mulling it over for the thousandth time would bring any more resolution than reflecting on it for the nine hundred and ninety-ninth.

TIME’S UP, BITCH.

If she refused to allow the churlish Duke of Atrar access to Nucleycia via the Port of Malfair, he would render every one of the Village’s pristine white buildings to rubble. If she gave into his demands, the entire population of Nucleycia would suffer.

“We must stand up to him,” Mayor Bonner declared.

notes

Five of my (C. L. Hart's) drabbles can be found in The Damned drabble anthology. I didn't submit this story for potential inclusion in The Damned because while the situation described is horrible, it doesn't qualify as horror.

Pick up your copy of The Damned here:

http://books2read.com/DamnedDrabbles












Sunday, November 5, 2023

Fictional Blackout Haibun: The Lady At the Counter #8Sunday

 

Airport terminal by Szymon Fischer on Unsplash


Today's post features a portion of the first chapter of C. L. Hart's contemporary holiday romantic fantasy novelette, morphed into a blackout poem and then a fictional Haibun. Information on this story and the anthology in which it is included appears after the poem.

The Original Snippet

Read the previous snippet from this story:

https://www.naughtynetherworldpress.com/2023/10/grounded-mfrwhooks.html

The diminutive woman at the counter looked like a Christmas elf with her shimmery silver hair trimmed in a perky pixie cut. She wore a soft, light cyan sweater and had a festive red and green cap with bells perched on her head. As soon as Macario saw the apologetic look in her neon-blue eyes, he knew he was out of luck. Yet, she was his last hope of not being stuck in Nashville overnight, so he approached her.

“Miss, I really need to get to Phoenix as soon as possible,” Macario said. “If you play poker, you need to work on your expressions, because I could tell from the look on your face that you have no cars left. However, I am also confident that you will do your best to assist a traveler in need. Do you have any suggestions?”

A little more:

“I certainly do, but we’ll need to be quick,” the sprightly lady declared. “I’m going to call my brother Dom over at Snowman Railway. I’m not guaranteeing anything because a ride to Flagstaff on the Snowman Line is always very popular, especially at this time of year. However, I have a feeling we may be able to grant your wish. Hello Dom, it’s Pika. I have a passenger here who desperately needs to get to Arizona. You do? Oh, that’s splendid! When can you be here? Thank you, Dom, you really are a sugar plum! We’ll see you in fifteen.”

The little woman disconnected the call. Her expression was joyful.

“Dom will be here to escort you to the train himself,” she said. “You really are a lucky fellow, Mister…”

“Macario Bachmeier, but you can call me Mac,” Macario said, clasping the woman’s tiny hand in his. “Thank you, Miss Pika, you are a godsend! I will certainly tell your employer how helpful you were. If anyone deserves a holiday bonus, it’s you.”

The Poem In Progress

 The diminutive woman at the counter looked like a Christmas elf with her shimmery silver hair trimmed in a perky pixie cut. She wore a soft, light cyan sweater and had a festive red and green cap with bells perched on her head. As soon as Macario saw the apologetic look in her neon-blue eyes, he knew he was out of luck. Yet, she was his last hope of not being stuck in Nashville overnight, so he approached her.

“Miss, I really need to get to Phoenix as soon as possible,” Macario said. “If you play poker, you need to work on your expressions, because I could tell from the look on your face that you have no cars left. However, I am also confident that you will do your best to assist a traveler in need. Do you have any suggestions?”

“I certainly do, but we’ll need to be quick,” the sprightly lady declared. “I’m going to call my brother Dom over at Snowman Railway. I’m not guaranteeing anything because a ride to Flagstaff on the Snowman Line is always very popular, especially at this time of year. However, I have a feeling we may be able to grant your wish. Hello Dom, it’s Pika. I have a passenger here who desperately needs to get to Arizona. You do? Oh, that’s splendid! When can you be here? Thank you, Dom, you really are a sugar plum! We’ll see you in fifteen.”

The little woman disconnected the call. Her expression was joyful.

“Dom will be here to escort you to the train himself,” she said. “You really are a lucky fellow, Mister…”

“Macario Bachmeier, but you can call me Mac,” Macario said, clasping the woman’s tiny hand in his. “Thank you, Miss Pika, you are a godsend! I will certainly tell your employer how helpful you were. If anyone deserves a holiday bonus, it’s you.”

The Finished Haibun 

The diminutive woman at the counter was his last hope.

“Miss, I could tell from the look on your face that you will do your best to assist a traveler in need. Do you have any suggestions?”

“I certainly do, but we’ll need to be quick. I’m not guaranteeing anything because a ride to Flagstaff on the Snowman Line is always very popular, especially at this time of year. However, I have a feeling we may be able to grant your wish. You really are a lucky fellow, Mister.”

“Thank you, Miss, you are a godsend! If anyone deserves a holiday bonus, it’s you.”

when we show kindness

we bring relief to others

healing our own souls


Anthology:

For the Love of Winter

Anthology Genre:

Holiday Romance

Buy Link:

https://books2read.com/b/baqw6y

Publication Date:

December 6, 2023

Ebook Price:

$3.99 (Amazon pre-order)

Book Blurb:

Bake your cookies, light some candles, trim your trees, and be enchanted with thirteen sweet-to-spicy Chanukah, Christmas, and New Year's novellas that will sweep you from colonial days to contemporary times—each bearing a gift of happily-ever-after grand finales. This joyous collection is...

A Winter Mating by Lia Davis. He returns to Willow Glen with one goal, to claim his mate. Convincing her that she belongs to him will be his toughest challenge, but he's not above using seduction to get what he wants.

One Night at Christmas by Danica Winters. As the busy owner of a veterinary clinic, Emily Avery always has her hands full of puppies but empty of the one thing she really isn't sure she wants anyway—a man. When the kind-hearted Derek Night makes an emergency call to help his mom's naughty pup, they both must step outside of their shells and let the magic of Christmas and one mischievous pup bring them together.

The Christmas Crash by Tessa Lyons. Sparks fly when a relentless optimist and a grieving veterinarian are snowed in together at Christmas. Can they rediscover the magic of the season and find love in the most unexpected place?

His Christmas Date by Sara J. Walker. In this heartwarming story of seasoned romance, Dino Dudley and Hilde McQuire must navigate family drama and their own emotional baggage to find true love.

Jordyn's Christmas Gift by Marie Morton. Jordyn Billings, a busy marketing executive, is gifted a holiday getaway to Chateau D'Or by her family, where she discovers an unforgettable and life-changing Christmas gift.

Four Chanukahs and a Wedding by Merrie Angel. Widowed and alone in 1973, Millie explores a professional photographer's life, and stumbles upon Adam--an insatiable adventure seeker related to Jackie Kennedy. Will they find a way to ignite a flame that burns far beyond Millie's expectations and set ablaze their own festival of lights?

Recipe for Romance by Gloria Ferguson. Ashley McClain wants to win the Holiday Bake-Off with her late mom's cupcake recipe. Can she join forces with her friend and neighbor to claim the prize and a bit of romance just in time for Christmas?

Before the Rising Sun by V.L. Czerny. Their romance blighted at a colonial ball, Gertrude and Nicholas, forgetting their past acquaintance, are maneuvered by the Christmas spirit to set love loose and so refashion time's expected plans.

Unexpected Angels by C.L. Hart. Sometimes the best things come together when everything is falling apart.

Christmas Market Magic by Tessie Benton. Sydney Hawthorne hires an escort for a business date, but he's not what he appears to be, and their mutual deception sparks desire while careers hang in the balance.

A Merry White Christmas by Sally Murphy. Merry London, tasked with organizing an opulent Christmas ball for the McPhersons, faces an unexpected challenge in the form of Joel McPherson, whose fiery charm threatens to melt her icy exterior and unravel her meticulously laid plans.

Lavender and Love Restored by M.J. Gates. Chief architect Jess Carlson is restoring a haunted historic hotel and helping a friendly spirit while reclaiming her life and love before the hotel's grand reopening on New Year's Eve.

Marry Me by Midnight by Leah Miles. Navy SEAL Kendall Nelson can't manage a successful proposal, and single mom Luisa Sanchez has no time for romance.

Proceeds benefit the First Coast Romance Writers, an independent non-profit organization helping writers hone their craft and expand their knowledge of the publishing industry.



About the Author:

C. L. Hart, the owner and sole employee of Naughty Netherworld Press, is spoken of in hushed tones. She is described as The Mad Scribe of the Northeastern Colorado Plains, The Terrible Old Woman, and The Author That Should Not Be.

When not penning sanity-destroying works of dystopian fiction, Lovecraftian fantasy, or old-school horror with the occasional sweet romance thrown in to upset the cosmic apple cart, Ms. Hart enjoys creating baked goods she hopes will be considered palatable.

Ms. Hart shares a home in a remote rural town of 134 souls with her adult son and three cats. Her sense of fashion is best described as Early Twenty-First Century Unmade Bed. This disabled former nurse can usually be found arguing with herself about subplots or rehabilitating eldritch horrors.

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notes

Let's discuss the process and prompts used to create this epic work of literary art!

https://www.writersdigest.com/write-better-poetry/2023-november-pad-chapbook-challenge-day-5

Write a book-based poem.

What could be better than using one of my own stories?

Initially, I only intended to create a blackout poem. Then I saw that by trimming away details from the longer story, I was creating a more compact version of the same story, so I decided to go with a fictional Haibun.

I needed to create a short poem (Senryu, I guess, since it's about human nature rather than the environment or the seasons), so I consulted the trusty old Carpe Diem Haiku blog for a prompt. I'm rather pleased with the end result.

https://chevrefeuillescarpediem.blogspot.com/2012/11/carpe-diem-33-all-souls-daymummers-dance.html

I created the illustration for the poem by adding text art and effects to the base image using Pixlr. You are welcome to share the image, but please credit Cara Hartley/Ornery Owl if you do. A link back to this blog would also be appreciated.

By the way, I have no intention of debating with anyone whether this is a "proper" Haibun. I'm not the sort of poet or person who tends to follow exacting rules. While I don't really expect anyone to stir the shit at this point, there was a person who came around making much ado about nothing some five or six years ago, and I admit, it really bothered me. 

At that point in time, I was still quite concerned with trying to make people like me. At this point, I couldn't give a tin shit about anyone's approval or lack thereof when it comes to me or my writing. Like this poem. Don't like this poem. I don't really give a damn. I don't intend to waste my time arguing about it. 

I like to think of this poem as a C. L. Hart/Ornery Owl collaboration. Yes, they are different aspects of me. C. L. Hart is my fantasy/horror/sci-fi/weird fiction pen name and Ornery Owl is my snarky poetry persona. Nevertheless, it's a bit of an unusual circumstance when the twain meet thusly, so I say it's cause for acknowledgment.

The following videos really have nothing to do with the poem. This was just what I was listening to while I was creating it.

https://odysee.com/@Jeff_Rush:0/Skinny-Puppy---Cleanse-Fold-and-Manipulate-%28Remastered%29-%281987%29-001:0?r=GTwnGJ4fFBQfzuJgpHVpfKBKaC9b8B16








Monday, October 23, 2023

Song In the Night

Image by Eva Schmidseder from Pixabay

Though your music will always be a part of me,

I will always be apart from you.

I know I could have loved you,

But you would have been a fool to let me.

I want to love but it turns out wrong, 

Better to leave such desires in song.

I keep my feet planted firmly on the ground

In the ordinary world.

But sometimes I still dream

About me, who secretly wishes I knew you when I was young.

About you, gone from this world.

About something between you and me

That can never be

Except in dreams

Where souls brimful of love abide and meet.

In dreams, we are forever young

With thirsting, longing eyes.

I wanted you to be my rock and roll dream,

but I would have been your worst nightmare.

For when I close my eyes I see

Blood and roses

Far more often

Than I see paradise.

notes

https://experiencewriting.com/2023/10/23/oct-23-prompts-music-of-the-night/

Prompt: For today’s poem think about the people, places, and things that make up your night music, and in your poem “Meet them there.”

Songs and poems referenced:

Silver Springs

1976

Songwriter: Stevie Nicks

Performed by: Fleetwood Mac

Blood and Roses

1986

Songwriter:

Pat DiNizio

Performed by: Smithereens

Ordinary World

1992

Songwriter: Simon LeBon

Performed by: Duran Duran

Wish I Knew You

2016

Written and performed by The Revivalists

Echo

1854

Christina Rossetti

First publication A Goblin Market and Other Poems (1862).

Rock N Roll Dream

2008

Songwriters: Angus Young/Malcolm Young 

Performed by: AC/DC

Sweet Dreams

2009

Songwriters: Beyoncé Knowles, James Scheffer, Wayne Wilkins, Rico Love

Performed by: Beyoncé Knowles

Image by Artie_Navarre from Pixabay


This post was backdated because I was working to finish my contentious story for the First Coast Romance Writers winter anthology. 

Is the story worth the hassle it caused me?

Pre-order a copy of the anthology and judge for yourself on December 6! You can order after December 6, but why not take advantage of the $3.99 pre-order price?

Proceeds benefit the First Coast Romance Writers, an independent non-profit organization helping writers hone their craft and expand their knowledge of the publishing industry.





Tuesday, October 17, 2023

Wrong-Tober 2023: The Trial

 

Photo by Ong Cheng Zheng (ocz0929) on Unsplash

The Trial

Blaire Brock fired her gardener Sandalio Juárez after he scolded her for killing a snake. Before leaving, he warned her that one day el padre de las serpientes would make her stand trial for her loathsome ways. She laughed at him, telling him she’d send him his final check. The sophisticated English heiress wasn’t about to let a superstitious Spaniard spook her.

As Blaire dressed for bed, she heard leaves rustling. She screamed at the sight of a great green snake staring at her. The window opened and the beast slithered inside.

Blaire’s maid found her dead the next morning.

notes

This story appears in The Damned horror drabble anthology from Dragon Soul Press.

Pick up your copy of The Damned here:

http://books2read.com/DamnedDrabbles



I will be giving away one copy of The Damned and one copy of the Hot and Sticky anthology from Passionate Ink during the Spooky Good Time party. 


You can find out more about the Hot and Sticky anthology here.


Sunday, October 15, 2023

Wrong-Tober 2023: Flying High #8Sunday

 

Photo by Julian Lates (jlates) on Unsplash

Flying High

As the needle touched vinyl, exuberant pop-punk blasted from the speakers. Julian BolesÅ‚aw was having a fantastic birthday. Thirty wasn’t too old for fun but was mature enough to make smart decisions. Julian believed he was on his way to becoming a successful record producer able to provide for the little boy he and Úlfr had just adopted from India.

“Hey Pop, it’s time for your pills.”

Julian brushed his white hair back from his face and took the young man’s hand.

“Have we met before?” he asked.

“It’s Ashok, Pop.”

“That’s nice. I have a little son named Ashok.”

notes

I didn't submit this story to Dragon Soul Press. From my point of view, few things are more horrific than dementia, but I didn't feel the story was visceral enough to be considered horror.

No, I didn't publish a drabble yesterday. If you recall, I'm not sharing drabbles from my current project because I will be selecting fifteen of those to submit to Dragon Soul Press for their 2024 drabble anthology, The Fear Doctor. These drabbles are the ones I created this April for submission to The Damned. There are only thirty of them and I've taken one off the table because it's simply too contentious. I didn't submit it, and the only other person to see it is my brother.

Pick up your copy of The Damned here:

http://books2read.com/DamnedDrabbles



I will be giving away one copy of The Damned and one copy of the Hot and Sticky anthology from Passionate Ink during the Spooky Good Time party. 


You can find out more about the Hot and Sticky anthology here.





Thursday, October 12, 2023

Wrong-Tober 2023: Deadly Runoff

 

Photo by David Becker (beckerworks) on Unsplash


Deadly Runoff

Myembaatush Falls were a remarkably majestic sight. The cool, clear melt water from Mount Driaren plunged over a thousand-foot drop to Taldrac Creek, which flowed into Lormorn Lake and supplied water to the little towns of the Barbarum Range.

There were no indicators to warn the people that death flowed from Mount Driaren in this spring’s runoff. The leak from Belciar Mine would not be found until more than a thousand people had perished. Xarbarum, a highly toxic side product created by the Marbarum mining process, is odorless, tasteless, colorless, and not even modern water testing methods can detect it.

notes

I submitted this Drabble for potential inclusion in The Damned anthology from Dragon Soul Press, but it didn't make the cut. That's all right, it's still pretty nifty. That is, if you consider drinking from a tainted water supply nifty.

Pick up your copy of The Damned here:

http://books2read.com/DamnedDrabbles



I will be giving away one copy of The Damned and one copy of the Hot and Sticky anthology from Passionate Ink during the Spooky Good Time party. 


You can find out more about the Hot and Sticky anthology here.


Wednesday, October 11, 2023

Wrong-Tober 2023: On a Spring Day

 

Photo by Mak (mak_jp) on Unsplash


On a Spring Day

It was a glorious spring day. Cherry blossoms adorned the trees along the street beside Cryptic Chemicals headquarters.

There was not a living soul to be found when Lilith Bezuidenhout emerged from the building wearing a Hazmat suit with a respirator. She knew her colleague was unhinged but nobody would listen.

On the surface, Marianne Trujillo was a charming and cooperative young woman. Beneath the surface, her emotions raged out of control. Her recent separation from her husband had pushed her over the edge. Seanán Trujillo would pay for his betrayal, and so would everyone who breathed the contaminated air.

notes

This is one of the five drabbles selected for inclusion in The Damned anthology from Dragon Soul Press.

Pick up your copy of The Damned here:

http://books2read.com/DamnedDrabbles



I will be giving away one copy of The Damned and one copy of the Hot and Sticky anthology from Passionate Ink during the Spooky Good Time party. 


You can find out more about the Hot and Sticky anthology here.


Sunday, October 8, 2023

Wrong-Tober 2023: The Drain #8Sunday

 

Photo by byMATTER MADE BETTER (bymatter) on Unsplash

The Drain

Professor Vladimir Reed-Field wished he had never taken the job at Miskatonic University. He’d never had problems like this when he was teaching at the University of Hawaii. A volcanic eruption would be a welcome change over the sound coming from that damn kitchen sink.

The plumber from Blizzard Pipeworks could find nothing wrong with the drain. She’d scoped it, snaked it, and performed a full flush. She said that sometimes the plumbing in Arkham’s old houses just made odd noises.

The problem wasn’t the pipes themselves. It was the thing inside the pipes that kept whispering the professor’s name.

notes

This is one of five drabbles selected for publication in The Damned anthology from Dragon Soul Press. Yes, I already shared this piece, but my brain was on overload and I cocked the post up. I'm resharing the cleaned-up version today.

Pick up your copy of The Damned here:

http://books2read.com/DamnedDrabbles



I will be giving away one copy of The Damned and one copy of the Hot and Sticky anthology from Passionate Ink during the Spooky Good Time party. 


You can find out more about the Hot and Sticky anthology here.


Saturday, October 7, 2023

Wrong-Tober 2023: The Pinnacle

 

Photo by Mo (mo_design_3d) on Unsplash

The Pinnacle

The cabin in sixteen-year-old Shideh O’Floinn’s dream was not user-friendly. Innumerable steep steps carved into a slender peak of white stone led to the confounding cottage. The dream always culminated with Shideh plummeting from the precipice just as she reached the strange edifice. Right before she hit the ground, a gust of wind whispered “thirty-two.”

“It’s a foolish structure,” Shideh told her father as the pair prepared for a climbing expedition. “It’s completely open to the elements. I only ever see one room with a plant, a recliner, a table, and two chairs for visitors. I can’t fathom its implication.”

notes

I didn't end up submitting this piece for potential inclusion in The Damned. While it has a paranormal or supernatural feel, it doesn't really scream "horror."

Pick up your copy of The Damned here:

http://books2read.com/DamnedDrabbles



I will be giving away one copy of The Damned and one copy of the Hot and Sticky anthology from Passionate Ink during the Spooky Good Time party. 


You can find out more about the Hot and Sticky anthology here.