Easy Prey by Allan Walsh – Now Available on Amazon.

Easy Prey High Res e-book cover

Hello Readers,

Just a quick post to let you all know that my new short horror story ‘Easy Prey’ is now available on Amazon for USD 0.99c. I have also enrolled it in KDP Select, so those that subscribe to Kindle Unlimited/Kindle Owners Lending Library, you will be able to read it without purchasing.

Here are the links to Amazon:

Amazon .com

Amazon.com.au

Amazon.co.uk

If you pick up a copy, please let me know what you think. I hope you enjoy the read

Allan Walsh writes Fantasy and Horror. If you’re looking for something new to read in these genres, why not check out his books here

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So You Want To Sample My Writing, Do You? Well, here is a taste of ‘Blood and Fear’

Blood and Fear 3D render*Please note that the 3D render of the cover is not to scale, this is only a short story of approx. 37 pages. This story is exclusive to the ‘Blood Rage Series’ boxed set.

Hello Readers,

Here is the next instalment of my posts, sharing samples of my work. This is an excerpt from my short story titled ‘Blood and Fear’. I hope you enjoy this Glimpse into the beginnings of the Blood Rage series.

Blood and Fear

by Allan Walsh

“The sword came down on his arm, hacking deep into his flesh. He cried out in pain… ” Siobhan crossed to the window—a small square hole in the wall—and leant on the sill to watch the sun go down behind the mountains.

“What happened next?” Caitlin asked.

Siobhan spun around, teeth bared, hands held high with fingers clawed. “Rarrr… the rage took him. His body bubbled and bulged—”

“Siobhan! What are you doing? You’re going to give her nightmares again,” her ma said.

“What? She knows krags aren’t real.”

“They are so, your grandpa saw one once, The Goddess rest his soul. Said it were a huge monster, ugly as sin with muscles of rock, but that’s not the point. You’re scaring your sister.”

“Sorry, I was just telling her a story,” she turned back to the window; the reddish-orange glow beyond lighting up the thatched roofs of the little round huts, making them look like a cluster of giant embers.

“I know, love. But next time make it a nice one about the fairy folk. Now into bed with you.”

Siobhan sighed and climbed under the covers. Her mother kissed her on the forehead.

“Sleep well love. And as for you, little one,” she said, turning towards Caitlin. “You’d better sleep in my bed tonight.”

“Yay!” Caitlin said. She threw her arms around Siobhan and hugged her. “Night, Shonny,”

Siobhan kissed her sister on the cheek. “Night, Caitlin.”

The thick woollen curtain fell across the doorway as her mother and sister left the room. She let out a yawn, pulled up the cover and drifted off to sleep.

It seemed like only moments later when a shrill scream woke her. Siobhan leapt out of bed and rushed to the window, drawn by the yells and the screams and the crash of things breaking. Dark shapes ran about, silhouetted against the glow of fire that lit the village behind. Something crashed inside the hut and Siobhan jolted around. She ran to the doorway and peeked through the gap beside the curtain. Her eyes widened. The door to the hut hung from one hinge, hot coals from the fire pit scattered all around, kindling fiery life into the hides that covered the floor. A huge muscle-bound creature held her mother’s limp body in the air, one giant hand wrapped around her neck, while his massive foot pounded down upon her father’s head. Her little sister lay broken on the ground beside their father. Siobhan slapped her hand over her open mouth and yanked the gap in the curtain closed.

What? A Krag! It can’t… Caitlin… Mum… Dad. They’re all dead.

She stumbled backwards, her head jerking left and right, searching for somewhere, anywhere to hide. She cast her eyes down to the floor. The darkness beneath her bed beckoned to her.

 

***

 

Siobhan hid beneath the bed, trembling, eyes wide open, her heart thumping in her chest. She stared at the curtain hanging across the doorway, tears welling as she watched the orange glow of flames lap at the gap below. She clamped her hands against her ears, desperate to dampen the shouts and screams from all around. Smoke wafted in under the curtain, filled the room with an acrid smell. It stung her eyes and she wiped away the tears streaming down her cheeks. The curtain began to smoulder and she heard the crackle of burning wood beyond. A cough escaped her lips and she covered her mouth to stifle the noise, praying the monster wouldn’t find her.

A crash came from behind the curtain and Siobhan jumped, banging her head on the bottom of the bed. A corn dolly fell from above and landed beside her.

I’m going to die if I stay here… I need to go.

She slid out from under the bed; pain flashed through her scalp as her hair caught on the rough-hewn wood. Siobhan gritted her teeth and jerked free, long red strands left dangling from the timber frame. Smoke chafed the back of her throat as she scrambled to her feet, coughing into the crook of her arm, grabbing at the sill with her free hand. She hauled herself up to the window, head sticking out into the night air beyond, body wriggling, leaning forward, slumping to the dirt below.

Her bare feet dug at the frost-covered ground as she sprang up, head jolting this way and that, searching for an escape. She turned to run and a massive hand clamped around her throat, throwing her to the ground. A hulking mass bore down on her, ripping the linen gown from her body in one powerful yank. Siobhan tried to scream, but no sound escaped her mouth. Her eyes bulged as she struggled, clawing at his huge fingers. The creature looked down at her, fire in his eyes, as cries and screams pierced the air around him. He licked his lips and grinned.

Allan Walsh writes Fantasy and Horror. If you’re looking for something new to read in these genres, why not check out his books here

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Cover Reveal for my New Short Story – Easy Prey.

Hello Readers,

I mentioned in a recent post that I will be doing a cover reveal for my new short story – Easy Prey. The story has a horror theme and is about Mack Conway, a guy who’s a bit of a creep. He has a thing for the ladies, but they don’t have a thing for him. His life could be better if he was a nicer guy – can he change his ways?

I plan to release Easy Prey on Kindle Unlimited/KDP Select soon.

Enough chat, here is the cover. I hope you like it.

Easy Prey High Res e-book cover

Allan Walsh writes Fantasy and Horror. If you’re looking for something new to read in these genres, why not check out his books here

Enter the ‘Hall of Whispers’ here for info on updates, special offers, etc…

 

A Quick Update for Horror Fans

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Image by Jcrakow

Hello Readers,

I have some exciting news for you, I have recently finished reviewing my editor’s comments on a new short horror story I’ve written. I have amended the story based on the edits and I am very pleased with the final polish of this piece. I think it has buffed off the tarnishes and made it shine. I have also secured a cover for the story and plan to do a cover reveal in the near future, I just need to sort out if I am keeping the working title or amending it and if I’m going to apply a tag line (I will if I can think of something suitable).

My plan is to release this in KDP Select to see how it goes. Once the Amazon exclusive period is up, I will look at going out on a wider distribution. I will let you know if and when this happens.

In the mean time, I wish you some scary reading.

Looking for something to read? Why not check out my books here

Book Review – Mastering Online Marketing by Magnus Unemyr.

MASTERING ONLINE MARKETING - Create business success through content marketing, lead generation, and marketing automation.: Learn email marketing, search ... and Entrepreneurship Series Book 1)MASTERING ONLINE MARKETING – Create business success through content marketing, lead generation, and marketing automation.: Learn email marketing, search … and Entrepreneurship Series Book 1) by Magnus Unemyr

My rating: 4 of 5 stars

Book Review – Mastering Online Marketing by Magnus Unemyr
Mastering Online Marketing by Magnus Unemyr is a non-fiction book that covers the principles behind online marketing.

The Bad Stuff: There really isn’t much to say here. There were one or two sentences that were not worded correctly, some images did not work on my Kindle, but were fine on my PC Kindle App, and there was a little repetition. All small things that I could easily ignore.

The Good Stuff: This book is very informative and it is free on Amazon. There is a lot of info inside and it covers why you should do things a certain way, which for me, is always a bonus. I like to understand the why, so I know when I can break the rules and try things a little differently. The book covers everything from email marketing and Search Engine optimization, through to Google Analytics. This book is well worth picking up for the ‘price’ – did I mention it is free?

Overall I found this book very informative. I learnt a few things and gained a better understanding of online marketing.
This one gets 4 out of 5 golden bookmarks from me.

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So You Want To Sample My Writing, Do You? Well, here is a taste of ‘Darkness in Shadows’

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*Please note that the 3D render of the cover is not to scale, this is only a short story of approx. 30 pages. 

Hello Readers,

Here is the second instalment of my posts sharing samples of my work. This is an excerpt from the second short story I published, titled ‘Darkness in Shadows’. I hope you enjoy this little morsel of fiction.

Darkness in Shadows

by Allan Walsh

 

Moscow, 10.00 am, March 25th, 1986.

Kochenkov brushed his tunic smooth as he waited outside the rust covered door. He stared at the cracks in the grey concrete walls and wondered how much of a blast the old bunker would take if there was an attack. The handle of the door clunked and he straightened as it creaked open.
“Colonel Gorev is waiting for you, Captain,” said a young blond soldier, saluting before he exited.
Kochenkov removed his flat cap, pushed it up under his arm and stepped through the doorway.
“Ah, Captain Kochenkov, what news do you bring for me today?” said the fat man behind the metal desk. He was trying to light his black and gold Sobranie. The smell of lighter fuel and ground flint wafted from his Zippo, filling the dimly lit room, as he repeatedly tried to strike a flame.
“Such good machinery in these American Zippo, I just don’t have the knack to use them,” the colonel said, as he clacked the lid shut and threw the lighter on the desk.
Kochenkov picked up the lighter and shook it. With a flick of his wrist, the top clicked open and he spun the flint-wheel against the palm of his other hand. A small ball of flame burst up and settled into a flickering cone of blue and white. The three gold stars on Gorev’s shoulder glistened as he leant forward and put his cigarette to the flame. He sucked a breath through the golden filter and puffed out a cloud of smoke, then started flicking through documents on his desk.
“Well Captain, what have you heard?”
“Colonel, our spies report the Americans have completed their new weapon.”
The colonel’s cigarette drooped from his lips and he looked up at Kochenkov.
“And … does it work, comrade?”
“We’re not sure Colonel, they’re still running tests, but our contact says the initial results show a high probability.”
“I’m going to need a copy of their plans, Captain.”
“Yes Colonel, I will arrange it.”

#

Nevada, 12.15pm March 30th, 1986.

Corporal Jackson stood looking around the lab, running his fingers across the stubble on his head. He could see the corrugated roof of the huge, converted hangar, looming above. He had counted at least twenty doors on his way to room 13b and wondered just how many rooms there could be under this one shelter.
“You there, what’s your name?”
“Corporal John Jackson, Ma’am.”
“Well Corporal Jackson, the damn batteries keep dying on this thing, give me a hand to move it,” Dr Norris said as she pushed a hunk of metal towards the centre of the lab.
“Yes Ma’am,” the corporal replied as he placed his hands on top of the contraption and pushed. It gleamed in shiny chrome; its two antennae stuck out at symmetrical angles, facing forwards, and loops of wires coiled beneath the long cellular panels that stuck out to the rear. It looked like a large mechanical insect. “What is this thing anyway?”

Allan Walsh writes Fantasy and Horror. If you’re looking for something new to read in these genres, why not check out his books here

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Book Review – Bleach Vol 16

Bleach, Volume 16Bleach, Volume 16 by Tite Kubo

My rating: 4 of 5 stars

Once you have reviewed one volume of Bleach there is not much more to say . They are all enjoyable for me. Some a little more than others, but in general my review will be much the same. So for this volume all I will say is I liked it a bit more than some of the others. There is lots of action and one scary hollow.

Looking for something to read? Why not check out my books here

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Free e-book – Darkest Depths.

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Hello Readers,

If you are interested, I am giving away free e-copies of the anthology ‘Darkest Depths’. All you have to do is sign up to my mailing list here and you will be able to download a copy of the book via the links provided.

‘Darkest Depths’ contains a number of short stories by Australian authors, including my short horror titled ‘Darkness in Shadows’.

Happy reading!

Writing Habits – Good or Bad?

 

Photo by Renaud Camus

Photo by Renaud Camus

Hello Readers,

Writing is an art. As a writer, I need to practice the craft to improve my skills and become the best I can be. Because of this, I read and write consistently. Every day. That’s right – every day I will do some reading or writing to help me improve.

Some writers get up early to put pen to paper or fingers to keyboard, but not me. I’m not a morning person. I tend to practice my craft in the evening. I come home from my day job, sit down with the family for dinner, then disappear into the study. I’m not sure if this is a good thing or a bad thing, but it works for me, at least for now.

It is a challenge maintaining my writing as I try to balance my home life, monitoring my social media, blogging, etc… I need to tackle these things each day too. I have a note stuck to my laptop that says “Write First!” to encourage me not to get caught up with other stuff before I write. It doesn’t always work, but it does serve as a reminder for me not to get too bogged down in the other stuff.

If you have read any of my writing, you may have noticed some profanity among the pages. I don’t believe there is anything too harsh, but it is something that I find myself shying away from the more I write. I won’t say I’m going to cut it out altogether (as I feel there is a place for it in some circumstances), but I am considering that omitting it may give appeal to a wider audience. I suppose I am still trying to find my voice within my writing and this may be a part of that search. I guess time will tell which way I will lean in the future.

Thanks for reading my rambles.

Allan Walsh writes Fantasy and Horror. If you’re looking for something new to read in these genres, why not check out his books here

 

So You Want To Sample My Writing, Do You? Well, here is a taste of ‘Low Life’

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*Please note that the 3D render of the cover is not to scale, this is only a short story of approx. 24 pages.

I understand it can be hard picking up a book by an author you haven’t read before. That’s one reason some sales channels offer a sample read. Well, I’d love for you to give my writing a go as much as the next author. So I’m going to follow suit and post a series of samples from my stories, so you can see what my writing is like. The first instalment is a snippet from the first story I published. It is a short story and I have to admit, I’ve improved since writing this one. I cringed a little in places when I re-read it, but I still really enjoyed it. So without further ado, here is a taste of ‘Low Life’.

Low Life

by Allan Walsh

Callum sat trembling, on the end of a brown-tainted mattress. He was pale as a corpse. Deep shadows cast themselves across his drawn face as he fixed his eyes on the door of his dingy apartment. The room was illuminated only by the red neon light that flickered beyond the smoke-marred windows. He no longer noticed the walls with their torn and piss-stained, floral wall paper. His nostrils had grown accustomed to the scent of urine that lingered in the air. When he was alive it would have disgusted him.
Zhu Li’s face filled his mind, her lips lifting softly at the edges as she smiled. Tears welled up as he remembered. She was the reason he’d moved to Chinatown. She’d tried to tell him the tales passed down from her parents, but he hadn’t believed the myths. Now he’d seen too much to ignore them. She’d tried to tell him, but he’d disregarded her warning. Now her mangled body lay lifeless in the corner of the room.
Come on Callum, you can’t just sit here all fuckin’ night watching the door. They’ll come for you eventually and they’ll find you if you stay here.
“Aaaaarrrghhhh,” a deep voice bellowed outside from the streets below. Callum jumped to his feet and ran for the door, almost pulling it from its frame as he flung it open. In his haste he stumbled into the hallway beyond, throwing his hand out against the grotty wall to catch his balance. The warmth from the scarred brickwork penetrated his cold hand before he tore off down the corridor.
The fire door at the end of the hall yielded to his foot like bricks to a sledgehammer. He looked down the concrete stairwell. A blast of heat hit him squarely in the face, driving his head back.
Shit, that leaves the roof.
Callum spun around and scrambled up to the top level, almost falling through the shattered door as he exited. He slid to a halt, looking out upon the blackened sky, his stomach churning.
It was like a war zone. Crumbling buildings scattered across the skyline, lit by the orange glow of fire. Plumes of dark smoke wafted up haphazardly in an anarchic display, so thick and black in places that they looked like great pillars holding up the sky. A strange feeling of déjà vu sent chills down his spine – he’d been here before. The smell of sulphur burnt his nostrils as he watched flakes of ash and smouldering embers float softly down around him.
This can’t be happening again, this nightmare has got to end!
“Oi, what the hell are you doing up here? You’re not meant to be on this level,” a voice growled. Callum’s head snapped to the side and his wide-eyed gaze froze upon an old man in red overalls.

Allan Walsh writes Fantasy and Horror. If you’re looking for something new to read in these genres, why not check out his books here