Friday, August 8, 2014

Flashes of Fiction: Volume 2 Free This Weekend

Just a reminder that you can download Flashes of Fiction: Volume 2 Free over the weekend--through the 11th- when Flashes of Fiction: Volume 3 will be released.

Flashes of Fiction: Volume one is available for $0.99. You don't have to read the books in any order or all of them because they have five different short stories ranging from the bizarre to the humorous. Check out all the books I have available at  on my Amazon Author Page.

If you like stories like, The Twilight Zone and Tales from the Darkside, you may enjoy the unusual stories stories in these three volumes.
Free This Weekend! 
Available Aug. 11th
Available Now!



I'm searching high and low for my lost flash drive. Hopefully, I find it soon. If not, I have lost a great deal of work to do on Metamorphosis before I can release it. I found a very early version.


Happy Reading!!

Sunday, August 3, 2014

I've Lost It!

Not my brain, but something very important. My USB flash drive that contains stories I'm working on, and Metamorphosis is on it. So, this means I need to find it before I can finish editing that story. I had planned to publish it on Kindle by the end of the month, but I'm going to have to push the date back until I can find my USB flash drive.

I have looked everywhere! It's time to start backing up documents in several places, I suppose. In the mean time, I've decide to release Flashes of Fiction: Volume 3 early, so look for it on August 11 on Amazon Kindle.

Stories include:

Grandma's Scrapbook                                                                          
Grandmas bags are packed, and she is ready for a death vacation.
Destination...3009                                                                                     
Jim finished building his time machine, and hes ready to see what advances the
future has to offer, but he is stunned by what he doesn't find.
My Friend, Clarence                                                                               
Jeremy knows intimate details about the murders of several young girls. He
claims  his  friend,  Clarence,  is  the  perp.  The  only  problem--Clarence is
Jeremys imaginary friend
The Weed Whisperer                                                                               
Simon  is  a  gardening  guru.  Weeds  never  dare  to  grow  in  his  garden  or flowerbeds, but Simon learns that weeds will attack if provoked.
One Man's Trash 
 Sometimes a good deal isn't always what it seems.     
      

       Flashes of Fiction: Volume 2 Will be FREE! from August 8-11.

                                                     
Finder's Weepers: Leonard get caught up in his own web of lies.
Remain Calm: The insane never question their own sanity.
Punctilious: Being on time just may be a matter of life and death
Assailant: A strange rash of burglaries occur ahead of a warm front.
Laugh Like a Baby: A story of mixed up emotions--Literally!

You can download my books @www.amazon.com/author/m-allman

I'll keep looking for my flash drive, and hopefully find it soon. 

Happy Reading!

Wednesday, June 25, 2014

Free Reads!

Since I have my rights back to do whatever I wish with with my first anthology, I published some of the very short stories from the book on my Yahoo Contributor Page.

I also published one of my children't stories, Gordon Bunker~aka Gorilla Face for a free read.

 Don't forget to that Flashes of Fiction of Volumes 1+2 are available for $0.99 @ www.amazon.com/author/m-allman

I appreciate all those readers who have bought my books...



Happy Reading!

Tuesday, June 24, 2014

This is why I'm not very active on Goodreads...

I've said before. I don't ask for reviews anymore. I did when my first book was published, but then I later decided it's best to let nature take its course and see how things go. That being said, I know not everyone will like a story I've written and that's okay--what's not okay is this:
Someone leaving a one star rating under suspicious circumstances. I have to wonder if this man even read Mermaid's Kiss after seeing that he too has a children's book about a mermaid. Hmmm...

I know this has happened to authors on the Goodreads site. It is a petty thing to do. If he really doesn't like the book,  then why not leave a review? Or why even bother to rate it at all?

I am grateful for those who read my book and leave reviews, whether you loved it or hated. I'm just saying, this one is suspicious to me.

Happy Reading!

Monday, June 9, 2014

Sunday, June 8, 2014

Why Yes, I Am A Little Strange...Thank You For Noticing

I guess that's why I create some strange characters, like Samuel Clemens in "Operation Onion" from Flashes of Fiction Volume 1. He body emits different odors depending on his mood, and well, it make his life a bit difficult. Here's what one reader had to say:

OPERATION ONION: HYSTERICAL!!! (And I just raised it from 3 to 5 stars!) Seriously: I was laughing so hard I finally gave up. Went into the other room and read it aloud to my husband. This one alone would have been enough, but so far I have liked them all!

Samuel Clemens was born with a problem. Because of that problem his Mom gave him the nickname Stinker. Seems that even at birth he could not hide his feelings: he smelled differently depending upon his mood. Made for some unbelievably funny stories (for the reader), and a very difficult life for Samuel. Can you just imagine trying to get through school or find a job with such a problem?

The ending to this story was great! Would not have thought of that in a million years, but it was the perfect solution! Way to go Stinker! Glad it finally worked out for you!




In Flashes of Fiction Volume 2 you meet Charles. When he was born, he laughed. But...what a minute. Aren't newborn babies supposed to cry? Yes, but Charles is not your ordinary baby, he laughs at a full diaper and bawls while playing peekaboo. Doctors can't figure it out, but Charles finally gets a few answers when he sets to find his father. 

                               Laugh Like  a Baby


My life is kind of like a week old banana. It has some bruised areas, but it’s still good. As I reflect upon the soft, bruised areas of my past, I laugh hysterically. But, I will try to control my emotions as I fill you in.
I was unusual from the day of my birth. The doctor slapped my wrinkly bottom the day I was born, but I didn’t cry; I laughed. Everyone in the room was stunned, newborns can’t laugh. So, with Momma’s permission, I went through all sorts of tests.
The results? All doctors found me to be perfectly healthy. The doctors decided I was a baby with an abnormal cry, and I would grow out of it as my tiny lungs matured.
Momma  took  me  home  and  soon  discovered  the  doctors  were wrong. I laughed at a full diaper and bawled while playing peek-a-boo.
Every doctor that examined me as a child was baffled. “It is something that will straighten itself out as he heads into adulthood,” the doctors told us.
Momma finally gave up on the doctors and accepted me “as is.” She gave birth to me in her late forties. I was probably the first and last child she’d ever have, so she loved me even though I was a freak.
Momma learned to deal with my abnormality, laughing along with me as I sobbed watching cartoons, and kissing my bumps and bruises as I chuckled.
We had a great life, until I started school. I got in trouble every day through no fault of my own. It was after disrupting the class with my laughter while watching the end of Old Yeller that Mrs. Levy ordered me to see the principal, Mr. Pickett.
“Maybe I should speak with your father.” Mr. Pickett said.
It was at that moment I realized, I don’t have a father. “It’s just me and Momma,” I told Mister Pickett.
 “Sorry son, I’ll give your mother a call.”
He called Momma, and she hurried down to the school. They sat in that office with the door closed for an hour before calling me in to join them. Momma took my hands. Her hands were always soothing and warm. She only held them firmly when her news was something upsetting. “Charles, I told Mr. Pickett about your unusual condition, and we’ve decided to put you in a special class. How does that sound?”
I nodded in agreement, but all I could think about was my father. Who was he? Was he like me? Was he put in the special class, too? I wanted to ask Momma, but I didn’t want to hurt her feelings. What if he had been mean to her or run out on her?
Mr. Pickett told me to go back to my classroom and gather my things from my desk.
I shuffled into the classroom, and Mrs. Levy looked up at me.
“I’m going to a special class on Monday.” I snickered as I cleared out my desk.
Everyone sat quietly as I gathered my things.
“See ya around,” one boy yelled.
“Bye, Charles.” Mrs. Levy smiled. She was probably glad to see me go.
 I slung my backpack over my shoulder and walked out to the car. I didn’t say a word during the drive home. When I walked through the door, I went straight to my room.
I was quiet until dinner. We sat at the table eating, and I had to ask. “Where’s my father?”
Momma almost choked on her soda. “Charles, I–”
“Please, Momma, tell me. I can take it, whatever the story.”
She cleared her throat. “Well, he was a fireman. We were engaged, but he was killed saving a family from a burning home.”
“Why didn’t you tell me this before?”
“I didn’t  want  to  upset  you,  and  I thought  when  you  were  old enough you’d ask. You did and now you know.”

I believed her, or at least I pretended I did. My childhood years were lonely. I didn’t care for my new class. I had a few friends, but they only liked me because they could tell me the most horrible, gruesome stories and I laughed every time.
You can find them both @ www.amazon.com/author/m-allman





Happy Reading!

Saturday, June 7, 2014

I Have One Question...

Maybe it's because I haven't told you enough about it? 

That's it, isn't it? 

Well how about an excerpt from one of the stories?

There are 5, and they are humorous, but I guess that's a matter of opinion...






Assailant

“I woke on the icy snow. I must have been knocked unconscious.” Lorna took a sip of coffee. “Thanks for the coffee, Detective Blankenship.”
“No problem, Lorna.”
“When I woke, I was in the hospital with a nasty bump on my head.”
“Do you think you got a good enough look at the attacker to describe him to a sketch artist?”
Lorna nodded her head. “Maybe. I can try.”
“Okay, I’ll go get Scotty. He does a great job.” Detective Blankenship left the room. Lorna sat there trying to recall details that might help him.
The door opened and a small, thin man walked in and sat down in front of Lorna. “Hi, I’m Scotty.” He offered her his hand. They shook.
“Lorna, Lorna Bradshaw,” she said.
“Okay, Lorna, begin by describing the assailant, and I will ask for more details if I need them.”
Lorna took a deep breath. “Sure, let’s see. He had big round dark eyes.”
“Okay.” Scotty began to scratch his pencil on the paper.
“He… he had a long pointy nose, his head was round and quite large.”
“What about his ears, big, small?” Scotty continued to sketch.
“No ears, at least, I didn’t notice any ears. He did have very thin lips, almost non-existent.” Lorna held her head. “I still have a headache from him bashing it against frozen ground. I’m having trouble concentrating, so bear with me.”
“Sure, Lorna. Take your time.”
“He was wearing some sort of hat. It was a large black hat, like a top hat, and a red scarf. Other than that, he was dressed in all white. I remember because I could see his body in the dark.”
“Okay, I have a sketch done.” Scotty stared at it a moment. “But um…give me a minute with the Detective outside, okay.”
“Yeah, sure...”
Scotty took his sketch out to Detective Blankenship. “Psst… come here.” He laid the picture on the desk. “Do you see what I see?”
“Frosty?” Blankenship raised his eyebrows.
“Yeah, I think that knock on the head messed her up. This is exactly what she described.”
Blankenship went back in to talk to Lorna. He sat down beside her and looked into her eyes. “How are you feeling?”
“Fine, expect for the headache.”
“And the doctor at the hospital said everything was fine?”
“Yeah, great...” She rubbed the back of her head, “Just a goose egg back there.”
“Lorna, let’s go over your statement again.” Blankenship took out his notes.
“Sure, if it’ll help.” She took another sip of coffee.
“So…let’s see, you were walking up to your front door, right?”
“Yes.” She nodded. “It was pitch black because the outside lights were out, so I only got a glimpse of his face from the light of my watch.It glows in the dark. See?”
“Yes, very nice.”  Blankenship smiled.  “Now the assailant… he came out of nowhere and you fought with him?”
“He… He scratched me, see?” She showed him the scratches on her hands and face.
“What’s that, there?” Blankenship pulled his glasses down to the end of his nose. “It looks like a splinter.”
“They took some splinters out at the hospital.”
“I see. So, at some point he knocked you to the ground and took ice?”
“That’s all he got, the bags of ice I bought for our Christmas party.” 
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