Tea – A Most Unusual Short Story

By far my most successful short story has to be “Tea”, as it has been downloaded from Amazon just under 1’000 times around the world including USA, Canada, Mexico, Brazil, UK, Germany, France, Spain, Italy, Japan, Australia and India.

For 4 days in Nov 13 it held the No. 1 position in Free > Fiction > Short Stories in Japan (sold through Amazon)

For 2 days in Oct 14 it held the No.1 position in Free> Kindle Store > Books > Gay & Lesbian > Fiction > Horror in the UK (Sold through Amazon)

And currently its No. 11, in the UK, in the Amazon charts for Kindle Store > Books > Gay & Lesbian > Fiction > Horror

This most unusual short story always has the ability to confound me, as I am no too sure why it is so popular!

So what is it about? Simply put, the story of ‘Tea’ is about a six hundred year old werewolf having tea with a seventy year old gay tailor. However, that is just the story it’s not what the book is about

The book is about – Being old, living with the choices you make through your life, unusual friendships, family, being brave, hiding what you are from the world and loneliness.

So if you fancy something slightly different to read, why not try “Tea” you can read the first few pages for free on Amazon and make up your mind after that.

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As always Saskia created a wonderful book cover
‘Tea’ is part of ‘The Storm Series’ set of books, which currently include a trilogy, three books of short stories and a number of promo stories. The ‘Storm Series is an adult, bittersweet, dark fantasy series that deals with relationships, loss, power, prejudice and ultimately, the true ‘monster’ that lurks inside of us.

Alan

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A Poem I wrote for my Girlfriend – A Simple Man

A simple love poem called – A Simple Man

My love – I am but a simple man.

I don’t have film star looks, nor do I have any fashion sense.

I can’t afford weekend breaks to Paris, Milan, or Berlin.

I hate live music festivals and being one of the ‘in’ crowd.

I don’t know any celebrities or famous people.

My love – I am but a simple man.

I am not a deep thinker, nor very philosophical.

I don’t jump out of perfectly serviceable aircraft or bungee from tall bridges.

I’ve done my share of ‘all nighters’, but have no wish to relive my youth.

My love – I am but a simple man.

I don’t own a boat, a fast car, bike, or a plane.

I don’t have a holiday home or a ‘little place in the country’.

I have not wrestled alligators or saved a small child’s life.

My love – I am but a simple man.

So does this make me boring?

Does this make me sad and lonely?

Does this make me a lesser man?

Do I lack what a woman wants?

My love – I am but a simple man.

I know who I am and I am at peace with myself.

I can laugh and I can cry.

I stand my ground for what I believe is right.

My love – I am but a simple man.

I will not steal from you.

I will not hit you.

I will not cheat on you.

I will not make you feel small to make me feel big.

My love – I am but a simple man.

I will hold your hand as we walk.

I will kiss you every day.

I will hold you and protect you.

My love – I am but a simple man.

I love you before the painted mask is applied.

I love you in your comfortable clothes.

I love you when the snot falls from your nose.

I love you for just being you.

My lady – this simple man, simply loves you.

The end

The poem is taken from a book of short stories called “Love and Life” under my pen name of KJA Ireland and is available on Kindle via Amazon

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Its taken me three years but i finally have a No.1 book in the UK

Its taken me three years but I finally can say I have a No.1 book in the UK and I cannot stop smiling.

The book in question is my short story “Tea” and its currently number one in the Amazon UK Kindle charts under the following category  Kindle Store > Books > Gay & Lesbian > Fiction > Horror

The story of ‘Tea’ is about a six hundred year old werewolf having tea with a seventy year old gay tailor. However, that is just the story it’s not what the book is about.

The book is about – Being old, living with the choices you make through your life, unusual friendships, family, being brave, hiding what you are from the world and loneliness.

‘Tea’ is taken from a book of short stories called ‘Stories for a Storm Filled Night’, and is the most successful of my short stories released under their own cover. It has been downloaded just under 800 times around the world including USA, Canada, Mexico, Brazil, UK, Germany, France, Spain, Italy, Japan and India.

‘Tea’ is part of ‘The Storm Series’ set of books, which currently include a trilogy, three books of short stories and a number of promo stories. The ‘Storm Series is an adult, bittersweet, dark fantasy series that deals with relationships, loss, power, prejudice and ultimately, the true ‘monster’ that lurks inside of us.

Below is a link to the UK Amazon site

http://www.amazon.co.uk/Tea-Storm-Series-Alan-Scott-ebook/dp/B00A53G5WO/ref=zg_bs_4542721031_f_1

I’m still smiling

Alan

Spot Light on – The Moonlight Dance.

The Moonlight Dance is one of my favourite books that I have released, as for me it embraces everything about writing:

  1. It contains three short stories, each one can be read individually but together they make a complete story.
  2. The Hero, is actually my main villain, but after reading the stories you will see him in a different life.
  3. The book is very muchdark fantasy and is very much aimed at adults. No teenage drama  here.
  4. Each story came about because of a song I heard from the ‘Dark Country’ Album and each story is named after the track that partly inspired it
  5. I think that the cover Saskia created is one of the best she has ever done for me .
  6. The price is very reasonable £0.77 or the equivalent in your country

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So if you fancy a taste of what I write, as well as getting a fantastic book cover all for less than a price of a cup of coffee you might want to try ‘The Moonlight Dance’, you can download the ebook from Amazon.

For your ease i’ve put links to it from the Amazon sites in USA, UK and Australia

USA  = http://www.amazon.com/Moonlight-Dance-Storm-Alan-Scott-ebook/dp/B00GSYXDRY/ref=la_B00GRORT4S_1_11?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1398975119&sr=1-11

UK = http://www.amazon.co.uk/Moonlight-Dance-Storm-Alan-Scott-ebook/dp/B00GSYXDRY/ref=la_B00GRORT4S_1_6?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1385664398&sr=1-6

Australia = http://www.amazon.com.au/The-Moonlight-Dance-Storm-Series-ebook/dp/B00GSYXDRY/ref=sr_1_10?ie=UTF8&qid=1398975002&sr=8-10&keywords=the+storm+series+alan+scott

 

Love

The following if a an extract from one of short stories featuring in my new book of short stories called ‘Tales of Salvation and Damnation’ which will be published in Jun 14.

I write dark adult fantasy and by adult I don’t mean lots of sex (though there is that in the books), I mean I write for the thirty plus market. Or as one person said –‘You write fairy stories for grown ups’ and I have yet to find a better description 🙂

The story ‘Love’ looks at all the different types of Love and what people will sacrifice just to be loved. After all not all Love is pure and kind

Anyway, I hope you enjoy the extract, and please me know your honest thoughts.

Alan

Love

“I used to think love was a wonderful thing – delicate, beautiful, special. I was naive.” Joanna laughed lightly as she turned her head to look at the handsome man lying next to her on the bed. “I was a young girl, yet to be blinded by life’s harsh light.”

Joanna placed one hand behind her head as she licked her lips. “I even loved my husband, at the beginning. He was nothing of special note, to be honest, but he was mine and I loved him.” Joanna turned her head back to the ceiling. “I was a fool.”

Absentmindedly rubbing her chin with her free hand, Joanna continued, “I wanted two children – a boy and a girl.” She smiled. “He would have grown up strong and been a heartbreaker. She would have been loving, kind, and gentle.” Joanna’s voice changed, becoming monotone. “But that was not to be. That foolish idiotic husband of mine made sure of that.”

Silence reigned as Joanna stared at the ceiling, her eyes boring into the wood.

Then she spoke. “I was so excited. I was pregnant, eagerly awaiting my husband’s return. When he did return, it was with five other men. Apparently, he had lost a bet with them and I was the prize. I tried to resist. I begged my husband to help. I told them I was pregnant. They just laughed and said if I wasn’t, I would be soon. They said I was to be a good wife and pay my husband’s debts.

“I won’t tell you about the pain, anguish, and humiliation I went through at the hands of those men – as a man, you would not understand; however, it was nothing compared to the pain I felt when I miscarried and lost my precious child.”

Silence once again ruled the room.

“That night, I discovered a new type of love in those men’s eyes – lust. It is what men call their version of love. It is hard, fast, and brutal. It does not care, nurture, or support. Lust is a hard love.

“After that night, I continued to be a good wife. I looked after the family home and looked after my husband. It took him years before he could look me in the eye again. We made love, of course.” Joanna gave a hard dry laugh. “He would try and engage me, but I would just lie there, waiting for him to finish grunting and thrusting. He soon gave up and stopped bothering me. You could say, that was when the love died.”

Joanna turned to look at her lover, smiled sadly, and turned back to the ceiling. “At first, nothing filled the empty void within me. Then love’s dark twin slowly filled me – hate: pure, clean, and wonderful hate.” Joanna laughed. “Wonderful, wonderful hate. Hate is but love in another form. It fills you; it consumes you. You can think of nothing but the person you hate. The intensity is frightening, and it can hurt so wonderfully.

“There I go again, using that word – wonderful; however, I can’t help it. So, I hated my weak and pathetic husband with all my heart and I was the perfect obedient wife. We lived that way for years, slowly destroying each other.

“Then war swept the land and our Queen demanded men to fight in this war, and my cowardly husband fled to join the army. However, the war was closer to hand than we thought and, as our brave lads marched to war to the sound of the drum, the living dead attacked them.

“My husband survived the initial attack and fled back to our village of Oakton. He hid away in our house as the Restless Dead ripped open our neighbours, literally. It was then I got the idea, such a wonderful idea.” Joanna licked her lips. “I went into the kitchen and got the sharpest knife I could find, and, as we crept from the house in an attempt to escape into the forest, I waited until we were halfway across the open ground before I stabbed him in the back.

“Then, as he turned around in total shock, I plunged the knife into his belly and gutted him like a fish. He screamed as his insides poured out. He screamed like I screamed when I was raped. He screamed like I screamed when I lost our child. Oh, I made sure that the bastard screamed.”

Sitting upright and swinging her legs off the bed, Joanna made her way towards her clothes, which littered the floor. “The living dead started to make their way towards us, but I did not care. I just hoped that they would inflict more pain on him before he died. I did not care about myself; I was unimportant. It was then my Knight-in-shining-armour arrived, or should I say – my Devil-in-black saved me. He strode through the moaning horde and swept me up in his arms, carried me to my bedrom, and killed me.”

Joanna slipped on both her stockings. She continued, as she lifted her dress over her head, “He was the hordes’ leader and a vampyre, and, for some unknown reason, he decided to turn me into the living dead – a vampire, a Moon Stalker – just like him.”

Flattening her dress down, Joanna looked at the young man lying naked and very dead on the bloodstained bed, with two holes in his neck where she had sucked the sweet, lifeblood from his body. “But, unlike him, I will not give you everlasting life, my love.” Moving to his side, Joanna punched her clawed hand down into the man’s chest and ripped out his heart. Holding it to her eye line, she squeezed the cooling lump of meat between her strong fingers before flicking what was left of it onto the floor.

Picking up an edge from the sheet that lay on the bed, Joanna cleaned her hands daintily before sitting down and pulling on her boots. “I didn’t love you that much.” Stepping over the young man’s destroyed heart, Joanna left the room and made her way out into the darkness of the early morning.

Continued in Tales of Damnation and Salvation

No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in retrieval systems, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise without the prior permission of the author.

This is a work of fiction. All characters and events portrayed in this book are fictional, and any resemblance to real people or incidents is purely coincidental.

The Cover of My Latest Short Story

The Cover of My Latest Short Story

The Y Front Standoff is a short story (set in the year 3259) which continues the story of SCoT-01 now that he is back on earth. It is set a year after the events of “The Y Front Chronicles” but can be read as a standalone story.

This darkly humoured story features everyone’s favourite day time TV show ‘Women who bitch with other women’ and of course the killer robotic hamster ‘TF’

Although written in a (hopefully) humorous way, the underlying political and social comments are very deliberate.

Beware the creature that’s under your bed. You know the one.

Beware the creature that’s under the bed.  You know the one.

Don’t let your naked toes slip beneath your bed or the creatures’ warm wet tongue will quickly shoot out and lick your succulent sweet flesh.  You have been warned.

Beware the creature that’s under your bed.  You know the one.

At night, never stick your feet out from under the duvet or its powerful claws will grab your ankles and drag you down into its dark realm, there to feast on your still-living body.  You have been warned.

Beware the creature that’s under your bed.  You know the one.

Never, retrieve something from under your bed in the half dark; those shadows really do hide something – the creature under your bed.  It would just love to sink its fang-filled mouth into your neck and drink your blood as you lie helpless, half in and half out under your bed. You have been warned.

Beware the creature that’s under your bed.  You know the one.

The creature that’s under your bed is real.  It’s the one that has lived in your head since you were a child, the one you had almost forgotten until now.  You know the one.

Beware the creature that’s under your bed and lives in your head.  You know the one.

So tonight, dear reader, when you go to your bedroom and look at your bed and the gap between it and the floor, remember my words and the precautions you need to take to stay safe from the creature under your bed who lives in your head.  You know the one.

Good night and sleep well my dear and gentle reader, but remember you have been warned.