Saturday, October 13, 2012

Ghostly Giveaway (No Brave Souls)

Ghostly Giveaway (No Brave Souls)

Seeing as there were no brave souls who were willing to step forward with their ghostly excerpts I am now opening up the Ghostly Giveaway to all commenters. 

All you have to do to be entered is comment on this post or the first one and your name will be put in the drawing.

The giveaway will be open through October 30th (12pm PST) with winners announced October 31st.

Since the giveaway will conclude a little too late for concocting Halloween treats, I have amended the prize list:

Neil Gaiman's THE DANGEROUS ALPHABET
Neil Gaiman's THE GRAVEYARD BOOK
ZERO the dog (from the Nightmare before Christmas) window decal in white

(If you were really keen on the cupcake creation set, please note so in your comments and I just may throw it back into the mix.)

If there's one of the above that you are particularly desiring then state your plea and perhaps I'll draw names by item.

Any comment might be a winning one, so spread the word...

Monday, October 1, 2012

Time to Enter the … Ghostly Giveaway …


Ok, I’ve been neglecting my blog something terrible lately.

There’s only one thing I can do to remedy the situation.

That’s right… A giveaway!

It is time for my second annual Ghostly Giveaway. Only this time, there will be a twist.

What twist?

A contest twist.

 

What I’m looking for is your best ghostly inspired excerpt. It must be original, PG13, and under 1000 words. Post in the comments anytime starting today (October 1st) until midnight (PST) October 12th, (along with your contact information).

Once all the entries are posted, I will open up the voting. Get your friends to stop by the blog and vote for your entry, post a voting plea on Twitter or Facebook, just get those votes in. Voting will conclude On October 25th at midnight PST. The three top excerpts will win…

1st place is a Neil Gaiman prize pack, The Graveyard Book and The Dangerous Alphabet

2nd place is a ghostly cupcake gift pack (wrappers, toppers and a box to hold your yummy confections)

3rd place is a Zero the dog window decal (from The Nightmare Before Christmas)

I will post pictures of the prizes soon, so stay tuned…

 

Please enter, get your friends to enter, get your mom to enter, just enter soon.

 

Spread the word and enjoy the ghostly inspiration.

 

 

I have taken a little excerpt from my latest ghost story CLAIMING HIS HEART and included it for your perusal:

 

He stopped at the edge of the cliff, underneath a misshapen pine that stood alone in the grass. I was afraid to look down. Something told me I didn’t have to guess what I’d see there.

My eyes focused on him as he looked beneath his feet and gently squeezed my hand. “I’ll tell you the story.” His head nodded downward, so I let my eyes follow his to the white stone etched clearly and catching the last rays of glinting golden light.

McKenna, in big lettering at the top.

James on one side and Johanna on the other.

I caught my breath and the knot in my stomach became a fast sucker punch instead.

He started slow and soft, never releasing his grasp on my hand. “Johanna is my little sister. She was two. Accident. I was seven when it happened. It was hard. I think that’s when I really started to become self destructive. Made bad choices.” He sighed and nodded his head behind the stone. “My parents are back there. Dad had a heart attack just after I left school. Mom passed a couple years ago. After this.” He nodded back to the stone in front of him.

He let the silence linger for a little. I wasn’t sure what to do next. “But, it says that you’re…”

“Dead. Well, obviously I’m not. Right?” He laughed and raised his brows.

“Right.” I tried to follow suit.

“I was mixed up in a lot of bad stuff after high school. One night after partying too hard at a rave I took my friend’s keys and insisted on driving us to a little strip joint I knew. Well, I was completely… I shouldn’t have been behind a wheel. We were in an accident and both of us were thrown from the vehicle. He managed to end up in the far lane of the freeway and I was directly in front of the car. He was hit before anyone realized what had happened. Both the passengers in the car I hit were killed and the people who hit him afterward swerved out of control and slammed into another vehicle, killing one more. When the aid vehicles came all I could say was his name. They thought I was saying my name. James McKenna was officially killed that night. He was also completely smashed and responsible for the deaths of three other people. Once they started questioning me, I couldn’t go back on my story. One lie, became two, became countless more. And if I’d come clean I would have been charged with four counts of vehicular homicide.” He stopped and shook his head at the ground where his grave lie.

I think I’d gone a little numb right about the time he was declared dead. I wasn’t angry or afraid, but I was sad, although I couldn’t pinpoint the saddest part of the story. In fact, I was fairly certain that sad wasn’t the right feeling at all. But I didn’t know what was.

“So, you’re friend thinks that I’m haunted or something. Well, she’s right. I am. I should be. I should be down there. But I’m not. I’m here, with you and I have this amazing second chance at life. I knew from the day I watched my mother grieving at my funeral that this was a rebirth for me. I shouldn’t be alive or free or anything. But I am and I’m not going to make that night and their deaths in vain. It was a terrible accident. And yes, it was my fault. But I’m trying to make up for that. I’m a new person. The past can’t haunt me here, other than my heart.”

 

… now, it’s your turn! Post, enter, vote and win!