3 #freebooks to Start the New Year On a Positive Note

FREE books from Tim Baker.

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Happy New Year!

Unless you spent 2016 on Neptune you don’t need me to tell you that it was a year full of bad news.

I’d like to help you forget all of the death and negativity of the past twelve months by giving you three free books.

That’s right…THREE FREE BOOKS!!

Which books you ask?

Here they are – click the title or the cover image to download

Unfinished Business…

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Eyewitness Blues…

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Full Circle…

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The giveaway begins at December 30, 2016 at midnight (Thursday night/Friday morning) and ends at midnight on Jan 3, 2017

Download any or all of them with my compliments – and if, after you read them, you would leave a review on amazon I would greatly appreciate it.

This is just my way of saying Happy New Year! I hope it helps get 2017 started off on a positive note!

Oh…and sometime this weekend I’ll…

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Shameless Self-Promotion for 2017

Don has updated his on-line promotion sites.

Author Don Massenzio

Hello,

I’m really bad at self-promotion. As I sat down and looked at my web site and my book pages with 2017 approaching, I realized how woefully out of date they were.

This is no longer the case.

Now that they are updated, I figured I would spread the word. I have an author website that is self-hosted and apart from WordPress. I’m not sure how much traffic it gets, but now that it’s been revamped, I thought I would at least tell you about it.

You can find it HERE.

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I also have a book page on my WordPress site which is now updated.

You can find it HERE.

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As always, I appreciate your comments and feedback on these pages. Please take a look if you feel so inclined and let me know what you think.

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…from the slums of Docklands Govan to the Opera Houses of the World… the magic of music…

A link from Seumas to some beautiful music.

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…been asked to reblog this … gladly …:)

…as this ol’ Scots Jurassic scribbler heads into dotage, it has always baffled me why sum’thing responds in me when I hear music… real music… not the noises which ofte…

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The Terrible Night Before Christmas

A Christmas story from D. Wallace Peach.

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This story won a Kellan Publishing challenge in Dec. 2014. It had to fall between 1000-1500 words, and use the following words/phrases: Santa Claus, Popcorn, Photo Album, Black Cat, Train, Slide, Police, Sled, Typewriter, Horn, Alarm, Church, Glue, Bow, Fire, Dragon.

The Terrible Night before Christmas

The whole escapade started with the black cat. Santa leaned forward in his rickety office chair, puffing on his stumpy pipe and wreathing his head in smoke. He pecked with two chubby fingers at his typewriter, finishing a last letter to a second-grader in the Bronx. The kid was bound for disappointment this year, the result of a spectacular imagination and a dose of new-fangled animation that left make-believe characters appearing plausible. A challenge for the elves who prided themselves on unabashed creativity.

Dear Chuck,

I hope you enjoy the train set, hand-carved by a master elf in my workshop. I realize you requested a live…

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Goodwill Toward Kids At Christmas!

A story for Christmas by Linda.

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I was dying for a bicycle.  What I really wanted was a Spitfire, dark blue!  That had to be the most beautiful bike in the world.  However, I was a realist. I had heard my mother worrying over Christmas enough to know there would never be enough money for a new Spitfire.  That would have cost more than she had to spend for the whole family.   I would have been happy with anything of a reasonable size without training wheels.  It didn’t have to be new.  It didn’t have to have a horn.  It didn’t have to be blue.  I just wanted a bike.

My mother did make a mysterious trip to Goodwill in Shreveport before Christmas.  There is no way I could have missed knowing this.  She was a timid driver. “Driving in town” was a frequent topic of discussion among her group of friends.  The bolder ones proudly bragged, “I drive…

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A NICE GUY

 

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Photo Copyright: Roger Bultot

May the love and peace of this holiday season, wherever it can be found, fill all people everywhere.

A Happy Holiday Season to all!

Here we are this week sitting together in a neon-lit diner. We’ve gathered in this cheery place to discuss our original stories for the week. This is the Friday Fictioneers group. Our hostess for the gathering is the talented and gracious author and artist, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The challenge for each of us this week and every week is to write a story with no more than 100 words, not including the title. It’s supposed to have a beginning, middle, end, and follow the picture prompt for the week. This week’s prompt was provided by Roger Bultot. Thanks, Roger.

To read the other stories by group members, just click on the link given below, then on the little blue frog in the blue box.

The link for this week’s stories is as follows:

https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2016/12/21/23-december-2016/

Genre: Nonfiction Memoir

Word Count: 100 Words

A NICE GUY by P.S. Joshi

After WWII, some of the returning military men opened diners. We had one such diner in our neighborhood in north Akron.

A man named Bill owned it. He was your typical “nice guy”. Everyone liked him.

It was also your typical diner food, lunch bar, and tables along the side with connections to the main jukebox. You chose the preferred song, put your coins in, and pressed the button.

My girlfriend and I, both six, bought ice cream cones one day. She dropped hers in the parking lot. When told by me, Bill smiled and replaced it.

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Happy Holler Christmas to You!

Fantastic Christmas decorations.

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Folks at The Holler celebrate Christmas in a Big Way!
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One of our neighbors fills their multiple acre property with hundreds of decorations.
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Each year there are more!
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Many of them have moving parts. There is a almost life size Santa flown airplane with a runway that lands!
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Some are twenty feet tall and the lighted trees are taller!
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And this is all done by one Hollerite family!
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Christmas is serious out here. I think the coyotes are impressed because they don’t chew the electric cables and coyotes chew EVERYTHING!
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To be honest I get the Christmas bug too…..
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But not to the same impressive degree!
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Happy Holler Christmas to you and yours!

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FOLLOWING THE PATH

 

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Photo Copyright: Al Forbes

May the love and peace of this holiday season, wherever it can be found, fill all people everywhere.

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!

This story was written for Sunday Photo Fiction–December 18th, 2016. Each week the host, Al Forbes, provides a picture prompt. The challenge for each member of the group is to write an original story or poem with no more than 200 words, not counting the title and inspired by the prompt.

To read the other stories written by group members, just click on the link below, then on the little blue frog in the blue box.

The link to the other stories this week is as follows:

https://sundayphotofictioner.wordpress.com/2016/12/18/sunday-photo-fiction-december-18th-2016/

Genre: Human Interest Fiction

Word Count: 198 Words

FOLLOWING THE PATH by P.S. Joshi

The Buddhist monk entered the ancient temple on the high mountain and knelt in front of the large statue of the Buddha.

The monastery temple was cold but his mind was elsewhere. He followed Lamrim, the stages of the path to enlightenment.  Fingering his wooden prayer beads, he murmured the chant of meditation.

He meditated on his past life much of which had been in the monastery. His mother was poor and had brought him here as a child.

The other monks gradually came and knelt, each following his own path. Some had come as little more than children and others when older. It was hard to tell age. Their heads were shaved and they all wore similar attire, a sea of orange.

Incense was lit, the smoke winding its way upward. All hoped their souls would become part of the eternal whole.

This was the scene that greeted the weary traveler as he entered and knelt with them. He wasn’t a Buddhist, but also searched for enlightenment.

His life had been a search for true love but it had evaded him. Great wealth was his but no peace. Sadly, neither could be bought. He’d tried.

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