To Young to Die!

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“Someone help him, it’s Michael. He’s drowning.”

Without hesitation two cops rushed forward and jumped into the river. Lindsay tried to stand, ready to jump in the water herself, but Barbara pulled her back.

“Look, they’ve got him, what could you do?”

“Is he alive? He has to be alive.”

In a matter of minutes Michael was pulled onto the riverbank. The nurse went to work on him immediately, “Give us some space.” She yelled. “Back off.”

The crowd stood back giving Lindsay a clear view. She watched in fear praying Michael would open his eyes.  Did his eyelids flicker? Lindsay held her breath willing him to live. The crowd watched silently and when the nurse finally gave up, tears in her eyes. She looked back at Lindsay defeated.

“I’m sorry, there’s nothing else I can do. It’s too late.”

The sound of distant sirens broke the heavy silence; people drifted away, nothing more to see. Lindsay shuffled weakly across to where Michael lay and looked down at his lifeless body, tears dripping from her chin.

“No, this can’t be. Everyone around me is dying.” She laid her head on his chest and cried. No one spoke. No one moved. The sirens grew closer, but they were too late. Barbara put her hand gently on Lindsay’s back.

“Come on, leave him, you can’t do anything now.”

Lindsay didn’t move. “I should be dead, why am I still alive?”

“Hey! Stop where you are!”

Lindsay looked up when she heard Barbara shout sternly at someone. She couldn’t see who approached, but the other policemen ran towards him urgently. When Barbara stood aside she recognized the grief-stricken face.

“John, I’m so sorry.” She began to cry again.

John fell on his knees by his brother’s body.

“No, no! Dear God NO!”

Lindsay put her arms around him and they cried together, tears mingling.

John spoke, maybe to his brother, maybe to Lindsay, maybe to God. “It’s all my fault, I brought him to to bloody country. I should have left him in Ireland with the kids. I shouldn’t have tried to interfere with Patrick. It did no good. Now your friends are dead. It cost me my brother. ”

Lindsay held him tight. “You know Patrick was planning to kill again, who knows how many this time. Michael’s dead, but who knows how many people he saved. It could have been hundreds. How many more bombs was Patrick going to make?”

They clung to each other a little longer before Barbara helped Lindsay to her feet. A couple of paramedics approached. “Come on, let’s make sure you’re okay,” she said as she guided Lindsay to them.

“John had nothing to do with this. He was trying to stop Patrick.”

“We still need to talk to him, but not now.”

As she walked away Lindsay looked back over her shoulder and saw Barbara kneeling on the ground next to John, her arm around him soothing him. Oh dear God why Michael? 

She take no more, her legs gave way and she sunk to the ground.

Yes, another short story almost over, sorry its so sad. Life doesn’t always have a happy ending so make the most of every day. If you enjoy my writing, check out my first Dead of July on Amazon http://amzn.to/1aXh4Md.

Dead of July by Sandra Thompson

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eBook by the end of November.

An exciting, amusing and heartwarming story following the life a young “British Army Wife” and the trouble she gets into while living in Germany.

Sheila moved to Dortmund, in 1982 with her husband, a British Soldier. She enjoyed the life there immensely, until she got involved with two evil Russians that is.

She had a chance encounter with a young and badly beaten young German girl in a park close to home. The girl’s name was Anna. After helping Anna escape from her violent captor, Sheila’s life changed for the worse. Danger, in the form of two murderous Russians, followed her day and night, no matter where she was.

This story has many twists and turns, just when you think Sheila is safe, danger slides out of the shadows.

Paperback in December.

 

I’ve been working so hard on finishing my book, I’ve been a hermit, but its done!

 

The manuscript has been sent for lay out. 

 

I’m exhausted and brain-dead, but happy.

Watch out for it. Hoping to go to print and eBook in mid to late November.

 

I’m almost there!

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Fame at Last

I took my short stories off the market because they needed to be re-edited. As I write more, I learn more, and these books needed work.

Imagine my surprise when I saw how much ‘Girl on the Beach’ was selling for………would you like to purchase a copy. I can give you a better price.

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Fight after Death

Eileen sat on the park bench, enjoying the Spring sunshine. Daffodils bloomed by the lake, snowdrops covered the grassy slopes. It was beautiful. Daffodils and snowdrops together, what could be nicer? Forty years ago Eileen sat on the same park bench with her late husband Alec. He had proposed to her in this very spot. How nervous he had been. They were so young and in love. She missed him.

Snowdrops and Daffodils. The flowers of Spring.

Eileen basked in her memories, unaware of being watched.

The dirty demented man crouched behind the heather. He had no money and no conscience. He was addicted to alcohol and drugs and would kill for the price of a bottle of cheap whiskey. Time and circumstance had made him this way and he was beyond help.

Many thoughts raced through his addled brain. Should he sneak up on the old girl from behind and bludgeon her with a rock? He liked the thought of approaching from the front and seeing the terrified look in her eye as he struck the first blow. He enjoyed inflicting terror, it was one of his few pleasures. He looked at her again. A weak and contented old woman.  She was an easy target.

He circled around to the footpath by the lake, all the time watching to make sure they were alone.

Eileen saw him and smiled, “Good Morning, a fine day it is”

The smile left her lips when she saw the look on his face. She looked at the rock in his hand and knew running was futile. After taking a deep breath and spoke to her dead husband

“I didn’t want to meet you without saying goodbye to our bairns and the little ones, but so be it.” she said in her lovely Edinburgh accent. She closed her eyes and waited.

“Och Eileen, it’s too soon for you to die.” It was Alec’s voice.

She opened her eyes wide, startled and looked at the man who had been approaching silently. He was now looking to the sky and howling like a wolf. The murderous look in his eyes was replaced with one of fear and bewilderment. The rock, which had once been in his hand, hovered above his head menacingly. It fell on his head with such a force that it knocked him to the ground. Blood trickled down his forehead.

“Alec, you old devil” she said and laughed “Don’t hurt him, just teach him a lesson”

“No, this is too much fun.”

The attacker was now the victim. He scrambled to his feet and ran as fast as he could, dodging the rock that pursued him.

Eileen sat on the bench and smiled, enjoying the snowdrops and daffodils and the memory of her dead husband.

If you enjoyed my blog, you may also enjoy my two short stories. 

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My new novel ‘Dead of July’ will be released in the fall. 

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Dead of July – The Image.

Designing a book cover is hard. I am not an artist, which is why I have someone else put this together for me.

Mike Brooker is a fabulous artist, and somehow unravels the mess in my head and turns it into a book cover.

This image below is the second sketch, it needs one or two more tweaks, but it is certainly powerful.

Finishing a story is exciting. ‘Dead of July’ has taken me over a year to write, the hard part is done now. I have booked a slot with my editor, Amy, for April 8th. She will help my book to shine.

Now I have to decide whether to publish independently, or  go through an agent. Decisions, decisions.

I am expecting to launch my book sometime at the end of June and I am looking forward to it. Book launch parties are fun.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Mike Brooker also designed the covers for my first two books ‘Guy at the Bar’ and ‘Girl on the Beach’. Both books are available to purchase from Amazon.

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My first two short stories are set in North Yorkshire (Guy at the Bar) and Blackpool (Girl on the Beach).

‘Dead of July’ takes place in 1982 in West Germany. Yes in 1982 the Berlin wall still separated East and West Germany.

Book Sale!

 

I am having my first ‘book sale’.

My two Novella’s are at the reduced price of $5.99 (paperback) and $0.99 (e-book) and are available to purchase from Amazon.

You can still download a free copy of ‘Girl on the Beach’  Free e-book (Smashwords)

 

 

If you would like a personalized copy of either of my Novella’s click Words From Beyond  where you can purchase one or both of my paperbacks with your credit card. The price is $6 plus $2 shipping and handling.

I did not have great expectations for either of these Novella’s as I am an unknown independent self published author. When I sold one copy, I was excited. When I sold ten copies, I was thrilled. When I sold over 100 copies, I was ecstatic.

My books keep trickling out, not best sellers, but they are selling. Now I have to concentrate on my novel, which is coming along nicely.

I am hoping it will be finished later this year or early next year. It will available as an e-book and a paperback. I have had fun working on my novel, but its also hard work. I don’t want it to be a good read, I want it to be a great read.
Before I publish it, I would like you all to read my novella’s, which is why I am reducing the price. I want you to get to know ‘Sheila’ as a child, before you read about her adventures as an adult.
My Novella’s are short, amusing Ghost Stories, which are a quick fun read. Give them a try, just to whet your appetite for my upcoming novel.
You will be hearing from me again soon!

Back to my Roots

Back to the Bar

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Going back to my roots at the end of May.

Going back to Brompton-on-Swale, which is where my book ‘Guy at the Bar’ is based. Click on the link above to get a free download of ‘Girl on the Beach’  from Smashwords. Download a copy of ‘Guy at the Bar’ at the same time.

Unfortunately the pub my story started in is closed. I will still visit Brompton though, it was my home for nine years back in the late sixties and early seventies. It is a beautiful village on the banks of the river Swale.

My parents ashes are buried there. I don’t think anyone will remember me, but it will be nice to wander around and reminisce.

The pub below is where ‘Guy at the Bar’ started.

Guy at the Bar started here!

The guy on featured on the cover of my book sat next to me at the bar in the King William IV, and started coming on to me. I slipped out of the back door, but he chased me home, well most of the way home.

To find out what happened buy this book from my website Words From Beyond and I will personalize your copy before mailing it to you.

You can purchase either of my books from the links below.

Next stop New York

My friend Tanya

So my friends came through for me and gave my book a true Colorado send off. It was a wonderful evening thanks to the ‘host with the most’, yes I am talking about you Roberta.

I was able to relax and sign copies of my book.

You all bought copies (some of you bought several) of my book and asked for personal messages to be written in the front with my special book signing pen (thanks Joanna).

I am truly grateful to have so many good friends and when I make it to the big time, I will certainly keep my promise and take my group of faithful followers to New York with me. Let the good times roll!

Signing my first book for Roberta

Enjoying talking about my book

And a good time was had by all