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Read My Writing…For Charity

Some of you may or may not know that I have written for charity anthologies where the proceeds go to a selected charity to help people or causes.

So, you can read my writing…for charity!

Below, I’ve listed all the books that are currently available, in case you’d like to feed your reading addiction while helping a good cause.

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Treasured Chests – A Zombie Anthology: For Breast Cancer Care – registered Charity in England & Wales 1017658

Treasured Chests – A Zombie Anthology.

A charity anthology of short Zombie Stories created in aid of the charity Breast Cancer Care (registered Charity in England & Wales 1017658). All royalties (100%) are to be donated to Breast Cancer Care.

Treasured Chests is a unique, intelligent and terrifying collection of short Zombie Stories. An eclectic collection of short stories brought to you by the Zombie podcast Good Morning Zompoc, featuring the finest authors in the Zombie and Horror Genres.

*Warning Explicit Content*

Content:

  1. Foreword – By Diane Coughlin
  2. Invasion A – By Peter Mckeirnon
  3. Run from the Dead – By Marc Moore
  4. Adam’s Birthday – By Claire C Riley
  5. Not the Main Character – By Devon C Ford
  6. A Flash of Light in the Darkness – by Marilyn Peake
  7. Scarecrows – By David A. Simpson
  8. To Walk the Halls – By Rebecca Besser
  9. Last Light – By Christopher Artinian
  10. Judgement Day – By Ricky Fleet
  11. Wolfe in Dead Clothing – By R.L. Chambers
  12. Beginning of the End (Garage Survival) – By T.D. Ricketts
  13. Bobbies Boobies – By Grivante
  14. Insomnolence – By Valerie Lioudis
  15. Concrete Jungle – By M.R. Wallace
  16. The Karakyuza – By Kevin J Kennedy
  17. Slayer – By Andrew Lennon
  18. Zombie Granny – By Steve Higgs
  19. Betrayal – By Jaime Johnesee
  20. Flesh – By Stuart Keane
  21. House of Dead Repute – By Matt Hickman
  22. Excuses – Cartoon by Stan Yan

All royalties are to be donated to the charity Breast Cancer Care registered Charity in England & Wales 1017658.

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The Undead That Saved Christmas

The Undead That Saved Christmas is the heart-chilling anthology with stories across the spectrum of holiday mythology. The perfect stocking stuffer that doesn’t include a box of shotgun shells or a macheté, The Undead That Saved Christmas brings together various talented authors and artists from Great Britain, the United States and Ireland. Stories include The Magic of Christmas, by Rebecca Besser; Santa Claws is Coming to Town, by Calvin A.L. Miller II; Night of the Frozen Elf, by Richard S. Crawford; And to All a Good Fright by Stacey Graham; and many others. The anthology also includes rich illustrations by David Naughton-Shires, Jason Tudor, Chris Williams and more. Another thing to expect in this anthology is a fun collection of holiday zombie-themed poems and carols. And to wrap things up there is an awesome assortment of original comics, from Mike Schneider, Nate Call, and many others. Proceeds from the sales of The Undead That Saved Christmas benefit the Hugs Foster Family Agency (hugsffa.org) and will help them give their foster children gifts this holiday season.

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The Undead That Saved Christmas Vol. 2

Another round of ghoulish holiday stories, The Undead That Saved Christmas Vol. 2 is an anthology of both jolly and frightening proportions. From zombie toys to flesh-eating Santas, Vol. 2 is sure to be the most unique gift under the tree. The Undead That Saved Christmas Vol. 2 brings together various talented authors and artists from across the world.

Stories include: How I Got My Sack Back, by Stephen Johnston; Death and the Magi, by Joe McKinney; Zombies We Have Heard on High, by Jamie Freeman; You Better Watch Out, by Scott Morris, and others. Get into the Christmas spirit with carols and poems such as ‘Twas a Season of Zombies by Rebecca Besser and The Last Noel by Craig W. Chenery.

Whether you buy it for yourself, a friend, or family member, know you’re doing it for a good cause. Proceeds from the sales of The Undead That Saved Christmas Vol. 2 benefit the Hugs Foster Family Agency (hugsffa.org) and will help them give their foster children gifts this holiday season.

Table of Contents

Stories and Poems
Introduction By John Olson and Bud Hanzel
Oh, Tannenbaum By Rebecca Snow
How I Got My Sack Back By Stephen Johnston
Death and the Magi By Joe McKinney
‘Twas A Season of Zombies By Rebecca Besser
Emergency Rescue By Kelly Dunn
The Last Christmas By Emma Ennis
Zombie Party Mix By Beth Bartlett
Attack of the Zombie Toys By Melissa Helwig
Zombies Don’t Jingle By Rusty Fischer
Zombies We Have Heard on High By Jamie Freeman
You Better Watch Out By Scott Morris
Christmas of the Dead By Timothy J. Collins
Daddy’s Angel By Kevin Walsh
Dinner at Eight, Dead by Dawn By Nathan Correll
With a Little Help from my Elves By Suzanne Robb
Believe, Annie By Eloise J. Knapp
The Gingerbreads 2: The Girl in the Christmas Pajamas By Lyle Perez-Tinics
The Last Noel By Craig W. Chenery
Zombies Don’t Pop By Rusty Fischer
Survivor’s Christmas Carols By Bud Hanzel and John Olson

Comics
A Zombie Christmas Story By Robert Freese – Illustrated by Amanda Stoltz
Even Zombies Need a Christmas By Brian S. Logan – Illustrated by Brian McCranie
Looking A Gift Dog in the Mouth By Wm. Brian MacLean – Illustrated by Wm. Brian MacLean
All Sales Final By Mike Schneider – Illustrated by Alex Kautz

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The Carnival 13

Come one, come all! Step right up and join thirteen masters of macabre literature as they take you on a journey unlike anything you’ve ever traveled. We’ve got freaks, fantasy and fear; all lined up waiting to take your breath away.

Will you be tempted by the Freaks of the Flesh? Astounded by the Freaks of Fantasy? Baffled by the Freaks of the Mind? All this and more await you for just the small price of three tickets… and your soul.

Featuring all-new and exclusive chapters from John Everson; Jason Darrick; Dan Dillard; Charles Colyott; Dale Eldon; James Garcia Jr.; Matt Schiariti; Anne Michaud; Rebecca Besser; Armand Rosamilia; Jon Olson; Brent Abell; and Julianne Snow – this twisted tale will leave you gasping until your last breath.

All proceeds to benefit Scares That Care!

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Stories From The Chapel

This anthology is a collection from professional and amateur writers, poets, and artists who all have one thing in common: a passion for the film “Night of the Living Dead”. In an effort to preserve a piece of cinematic history, they have joined forces with the Fix The Chapel movement to save the iconic building that appears in the opening scenes of that historic film. Located within the Evans City Cemetery in Evans City PA, the chapel is being threatened with demolition due to a lack of funds to maintain it. By purchasing this anthology, you will not only be entertained by some incredibly talented people, you will also help to preserve one of the last remaining ties to a film that has inspired countless film makers, authors and horror fans. We thank you for supporting the cause.

(Photo) – Chapel – Alfredo Torres
Introduction – Alfredo Torres
(Photo) – Gary and the Chapel – Alfredo Torres
Foreword One – Gary Streiner
Foreword Two – David Moody
(Art) – Burning Agenda – Tricia Martin
1 – Burning Agenda by Dean Vanderkolk
(Art) – The Chapel Restored by John McLain
2 – Poem 1 – Survival Chapel – John McClain
(Photo) – Chapel Doors – Alfredo Torres
3 – The Evans City Cemetery Shindig – Kelly M. Hudson
(Art) – Crying in the Chapel – Richard Dean
4 – Crying in the Chapel – Richard Dean
(Photo) – Chapel Haven – Alfredo Torres
5 – The World of Zombies – Rebecca Besser
(Art) – Dreamscape – John McClain
6 – Poem 2 – The Last Stronghold – Cecelia Robbins
(Art) – Save the Chapel – Kristal Stittle
7 – Refuge – Kristal Stittle
(Art) – Under the Rainbow – Tricia Martin
8 – Under the Rainbow – Paul S. Huggins
(Art) – The Chapel Restored – John McClain
(Art) – J. Dennis Bounds
9 – Benediction – J. Dennis Bounds
10 – Poem 3 – A Chapel’s Tear – Sandy Patton
(Art) – Ouch – Shane Ryan
11 – Ouch – Darren Barker(Photo) – Chapel side – Alfredo Torres
12 – Billy’s Remains – Rich Hawkins
Art – Night of the Living Wed – Philip R. Rogers
13 – Going to the Chapel – Tonia Brown
(Art) – Side Trip – Richard Dean
14 – Side Trip – R. G. Nojek
(Art) – Stormy Monday – Tricia Martin
15 – Stormy Monday – Glenn Brauer, Tricia Martin and Gordon Martin

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Get a Kindle for Christmas? – Free Rebecca Besser Ebooks

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Undead Drive-Thru by Rebecca Besser

Undead Drive-Thru by Rebecca Besser (Undead Series Book 1)

When Kyndra, Colleen, and Jose apply for jobs at a diner that has seen better days and is undergoing renovations, they have no idea what they’re in for.

Aunt-B and John have a horrible secret, and when it’s unleashed on the unsuspecting employees of the diner, things get . . . complicated.

Bloodthirsty and dangerous, a zombie awaits the opportunity to feast on them all. Who will be served first? Can any of them make it out of the Undead Drive-Thru alive?

Undead Regeneration by Rebecca Besser

Undead Regeneration by Rebecca Besser (Undead Series Book 2)

The zombie is gone…finally and truly dead.

John and Ky try to get on with their lives, but they can’t. They are haunted by the past and it’s tearing apart their future.

With no other options, they go undercover where Sam had worked before he came home…undead: ReGen.

They struggle with their circumstances, their fears, and their relationship as they fight to tame their nightmares and create a happy and healthy future together.

Zombies Inside by Rebecca Besser

Zombies Inside by Rebecca Besser

With a short story by guest author Courtney Rene

If zombies are what you crave, open the pages of this book for a wild ride!

The 12 zombie short stories within (equaling over 64,000 words) will make you cringe, delight your imagination, and possibly even warm your heart . . . so the undead can feast upon it!

Be brave and see if you can survive the Zombies Inside!

Heart of a Soldier by Rebecca Besser

Heart of a Soldier by Rebecca Besser

Zyle is being forced to follow in his father’s footsteps and become a military man. He has no desire to do so, even though there’s nothing he can do to stop his grooming to become one.

When a young woman comes to the Jupiter Mining Base for an education in medicine, he finds himself spiraling deeper into his father’s plans for him without realizing what’s happening.

Through helping her and others, he finds out that he really does possess the Heart of a Soldier.

Re-Civilize: Chad by Rebecca Besser

Re-Civilize: Chad (Zpoc Exception Series Book 1) by Rebecca Besser

Chad hates everything about life. He hates his sister for being a brat, his parents for being in denial and pretending life is perfect, and the world he lives in for the adherence to social pressures and norms. He wants it all to go away.

When the zombie apocalypse wipes out the world he’s used to, he’s left alone…and bitten. He’s sure he’ll die and become one of the undead. Instead, he becomes severely sick and recovers…still fully human.

Believing he can’t be the only exception, the only one immune to the zpoc virus, Chad goes out into the world to find others like himself. Once he does, he’s sucked into a plan to re-civilize for the good of all the survivors.

Chad and the other exceptions are expected to protect and provide for the weak and vulnerable survivors. He’s not sure he wants to take on the role expected of him in the new society, but he knows that if he refuses the survivors will die.

The fate of the human race weighs heavily on Chad’s young shoulders and he has to make a decision that he can live with in the new, re-civilized world.

©Rebecca Besser, 2016. All rights reserved.

Indie Books are the Best Christmas Presents

Indie Books are the Best Christmas Presents

By Rebecca Besser

You’ll see many of us authors offering up our books as great Christmas gifts. And I know when you see us doing it, you’re thinking that you don’t know if the person you’re thinking about giving the book to will like it. So, I thought I’d write this article to help you pick the right book for the reader on your Christmas list!

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Reason #1 to give an Indie Authors’ book to the reader on your list is that they aren’t likely to already have the book.

Why? Does the book suck? No. Most Indie Authors are either new authors or authors that have been around for a couple years, but aren’t well-known yet. They generally have some really cool, interesting books that aren’t popular to the masses. This means that their writing and books haven’t reached that many hands yet. Usually each Indie Author has a small to medium pool of loyal readers, but they aren’t usually more than a couple hundred to a couple thousand of the millions of people on planet Earth. That’s not for a lack of trying or even because of low quality work, or anything like that. It’s just hard to get people to pay attention to your book that isn’t in a brick-and-mortar book store or on the shelf at the local grab-all store. They are, however, plentiful in online markets like Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Google Play, etc. You can find a lot of ebooks and paperbacks from marginally well-known Indie Authors at those outlets.

Reason #2 to give an Indie Authors’ book to the reader on your list is that you’ll introduce them to a new author.

I know you’re thinking that new authors can be scary or uncertain. I mean, what if the person you buy the book for doesn’t like it? There are a few ways to kill that uncertainty and make you a great book gift giver.

If you know who the person’s favorite author(s) is, you are in for easy shopping. Find out what genre that author writes and then look for books in the same genre; it’s really easy to do on Amazon. Why Amazon? Because after you’ve found the genre you want (which is fairly easy on that site), you can then use the “Look Inside” feature to read the first couple chapters of the book to check for quality of writing. You can also read through the reviews left by people who have already read the book. (Note: When dealing with a lot of reviews, throw out the best review and the worst review and focus on the middle reviews. This is where you find the most truth. If most reviews are negative, pass on that book. Also note when the book was released. Sometimes newly released books have less reviews because people haven’t finished reading the title yet, so newer books may still be really good, but have less reviews. Then look at the quality of the reviews overall.) Once you’ve narrowed down a couple of titles, check out other books by that author to see if their other books are getting decent reviews. That should give you a good idea of what authors are worth checking into further.

Once you’ve found a couple of authors, check out all their books to see if they have a series, because if you decide to buy something buy that author as a gift, you don’t want to give the book that is in the middle of a series, you’ll want to start with book one. You’ll also want to see if the author has other books that will appeal to the person you have in mind, or a book you didn’t know about that might be liked more than the one(s) you’ve already researched.

Reason #3 to give an Indie Authors’ book to the reader on your list is that the storyline will more than likely be more original than mass market books.

Originality is a big thing with Indie Authors. Sometimes the reason an author is an Indie Author is because they can’t find a mass market press that’s publishing their subject matter. It is often because Indie Authors are trying to create something new in their genre of choice.

Usually this is true. I say usually because there are some writers who don’t have original ideas and just try to copy someone else’s story. Unfortunately, this happens all the time. So all that stuff you went through checking out authors in reason #2 comes in handy.

From reading the first chapter or so of a book with Amazon’s “Look Inside” feature, you should have a decent idea of whether the book is boring and unoriginal. The summary of the book will as well.

General rule, look for subject matter you haven’t seen much of before. Or something you have heard of before that’s looked at in a different way, or expressed from a different angle.

Reason #4 to give an Indie Authors’ book to the reader on your list is because you can often get a signed copy of the book by contacting the author directly.

Unlike mass market authors that don’t have any contact information easily found anywhere, Indie Authors have blogs, Facebook pages, and are easily found on social media or through their website. Often, if you contact them through one of these channels and ask to buy a signed copy of the authors’ work, they’re more than happy to provide that option.

This allows you to get a customized gift for the reader on your shopping list. You can have the book signed to them. Not only did you give them a book, but you gave them something special and personalized! That’s usually a huge thing for presents.

Reason #5 to give an Indie Authors’ book to the reader on your list is that you don’t have to give it to them directly.

That might seem confusing, but let me explain. Say you do all the research I suggested in reason #2 and you find a bunch of books you think the person might like. At that point you might be unsure of what to get and that’s understandable. There are a lot of options and you want to be a great gifter.

So, here’s how you can be a great gifter without actually giving a specific book: make a list of the authors and books you found that you think the reader would like and give them the list with a gift card!

This is a great option for a reader that has an e-reader. Why? Because they can get a few of the books you suggest instead of one. They will more than likely at least look into the Indie Authors you suggested. And, possibly, they could grab a paperback from one of the authors they already like and maybe an ebook from a new-to-them author from the list.

That makes the giving of a gift card personalized and it still gives them options, if you’re unsure.

Reason #6 to give an Indie Authors’ book to the reader on your list is that you’re helping out an author, not feeding the big publisher machine.

If you’re someone who likes to buy from local, privately owned shops, stores, or businesses, that’s what Indie Authors are in the publishing world. Most of the time, Indie Authors are making little to nothing off their work because they aren’t well-known by the masses. That’s right, not all authors are making big money. A lot of them have full-time day jobs, most of them have families, and a few depend on their writing to support those families if they’re lucky enough to make what they need.

What am I saying? You would be making a purchase that matters to a person. The sales Indie Authors get are a big deal. They are truly, deeply appreciated. So, not only are you buying a book that someone you love might enjoy, you’re helping support small business. You’re helping people and families.

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I hope this article has explained how and why to buy the reader on your Christmas list an Indie Authors’ book, and I hope if that reader enjoys dark fiction (zombies, creatures, horror, thrillers, suspence) that you’ll check me out as one of the authors you’d like to gift to that reader.

You can find me and my titles on Amazon here: https://www.amazon.com/Rebecca-Besser/e/B004V3IIC4/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_1?qid=1480606749&sr=8-1

If you have any questions about my books, please feel free to contact me (I have a few on-hand I can sign):

Rebeccabesser.com

Rebeccabesser.wordpress.com

Twitter & Instagram: @BeccaBesser

Facebook: Author/Editor Rebecca Besser

 

©Rebecca Besser, 2016. All rights reserved.

Halloween = Horror Christmas

For horror authors and fans, Halloween equals Horror Christmas in that there are endless horror giveaways and events! We get to party in the scary world for a little while without people looking at us like we’re crazy.

As a horror author, I try to have sales and giveaways to contribute to the festive horror season. And I want to make sure you don’t miss out on anything I have to offer for Halloween!

Currently, both of my Undead Series Kindle ebooks are on sale, and they will be until the end of October.

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Undead Drive-Thru on Kindle ($0.99): https://www.amazon.com/Undead-Drive-Thru-Book-1-ebook/dp/B00PKK8INQ/ref=tmm_kin_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&qid=&sr=

Undead Regeneration on Kindle ($1.99): https://www.amazon.com/Undead-Regeneration-Book-2-ebook/dp/B00WYGTNGA/ref=tmm_kin_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&qid=&sr=

I’m taking part in the 13 Days of Hallowen #StrangeAuthors with Limitless Publishing.

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Nurse Blood will be on sale on the 28th, which is the day I’ll be featured in the Facebook event: https://www.facebook.com/events/275200906207115/

Nurse Blood by Rebecca Besser
Nurse Blood for Kindle will be on sale for $0.99 from Oct. 28th-Oct. 31st! Click on cover pic to visit Nurse Blood on Amazon!

I will also be interviewed on the Speculative Fiction Catina on October 28th: http://www.blogtalkradio.com/writestream/2016/10/28/the-speculative-fiction-cantina-with-rebecca-besser-and-sf-edwards

My short story collection, Twisted Pathways of Murder & Death, will be free for Kindle on Oct. 31st & Nov. 1st for #AllHallowsRead: https://www.amazon.com/Twisted-Pathways-Murder-Rebecca-Besser-ebook/dp/B00E1LPQZS/ref=tmm_kin_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&qid=&sr=

Twisted Pathways of Murder & Death by Rebecca Besser

Then, for all of November, I will be on the Winter of Zombie 2016 (#WinterZombie) tour: https://www.facebook.com/events/1628937304088972/

I will be featuring a new zombie release for the tour that is available for preorder for Kindle. Re-Civilize: Chad: https://www.amazon.com/Re-Civilize-Chad-Zpoc-Exception-Book-ebook/dp/B01M0BG8QH/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1476997613&sr=8-1&keywords=re-civilize+rebecca+besser

Re-Civilize: Chad by Rebecca Besser

If you have any questions about what I have going on, let me know!

Happy Halloween (Horror Christmas!), everyone!

 

©Rebecca Besser, 2016. All rights reserved.

Santa Suit by Rebecca Besser – An Evil Christmas Story

Santa stepped out of the electronic toy factory and looked out at the other, surrounding buildings, each a factory that made different types of toys. He breathed deeply of the cold, dry, clean air of the North Pole as he watched elves scurry this way and that, getting ready for Christmas that was three days off. They were in the homestretch, preparing for their biggest day of the year and everyone was working hard.

He smiled as he stepped down off the landing onto the stairs leading to the courtyard. The smile disappeared when he slipped on the ice-coated concrete and his feet went out from under him. He fell hard, smacking his head off the edge of the landing.

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Cinnamon Sparkle was coming out of the Cocoa House Café with her cart, ready to make her deliveries to each of the factories off the square. She glanced up just as Santa fell and knocked himself unconscious. For a moment, she just stood there with her mouth hanging open, not believing what she’d just witnessed. But the sight of his bright red blood leaking out of the wound on his head and freezing in long thin trails on the stairs as it met the ice convinced her what she was seeing was reality.

She darted back into the Cocoa House Café and screamed, “Get help! Santa’s hurt!”

All activity inside the café halted. Elves that had come to the café on their break, to enjoy some hot, fresh cocoa froze with wide eyes and mugs in midair to stare at her. Servers kept pouring cocoa into mugs, overflowing the dark, hot liquid onto the candy cane stripped circle tables. The workers behind the counter stopped what they were doing, oblivious to the workings of the machines they were using as they whined on.

As if as one being, waking up from a nap, all the motion returned to the café in an instant. And the name on every elf’s lips was “Santa!” in a single cry of concern and anguish.

The flurry of activity continued as everyone charged out of the café’s door, knocking Cinnamon Sparkle out of the way as they went by. The elves streamed through the door and spread out in various directions, some going to help Santa and others going to various locations to get the medical team and more elves to help if they were needed.

All progressive toy making and preparation activity came to a halt. Every elf in the North Pole was now concerned about their leader. Without him, there would be no Christmas.

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Mrs. Clause sat beside the hospital bed that held her unconscious husband.

“There’s nothing you can do for him?” she asked Dr. Tinsel without looking up from Santa’s slack, expressionless face.

“If there were, I would have done it already,” the doctor replied. “He’s in a coma. He could wake up in an hour or a year.” Dr. Tinsel shrugged. “There’s no way of knowing.”

Mrs. Clause turned her eyes to the doctor; unshed tears clung to her white lashes.

“What about Christmas?”

Dr. Tinsel sighed, opened his mouth to speak, shut it again without uttering a word, and shrugged.

He turned and left the room.

Mrs. Clause looked back at her husband and let her tears flow as she sobbed.

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Claws clicked and scratched against hard, hot rock as a lowly demon rushed into the throne room of Hell.

“Master, master,” he cried, coming to a halt at the feet of Satan, “I have news for you, master!”

“What do you want, you sniveling wretch?” Satan asked, annoyed with the intrusion of his sanctuary. He was planning out the regiment of torture to be dealt to the most recent souls sentenced to his lowly domain.

“Master, I have news from Earth,” the demon hissed out swiftly, knowing he’d better talk fast to save his own hide. “Santa Clause is injured.”

Satan lifted an eyebrow. “Why should I care about Santa Clause being injured?”

“My master, be kind to your servant and hear me out…” the demon implored and watched for a sign of permission to speak.

Satan sighed and waved his hand, giving the demon the go ahead. He figured the sooner he gushed out his pathetic thoughts, the sooner it would be over and he could get back to his evil business.

“Thank you, thank you,” the demon gushed, and then continued. “My master Satan, you and Santa have the same letters in your name, but in a different arrangement. Would that not give you enough name power to take over his identity?”

“I can only do that if the subject is dead,” Satan said with an air of speaking to someone simpleminded. “The soul must leave the body completely for me to take the possession I would need. I’m much larger than you mere demons and require more space, you know.”

The demon shifted his weight excitedly from foot to foot while wringing his tail in both his claw tips paws nervously.

“But, master, Santa is in a coma!” he squealed. “His soul has left his body for now. It’s the perfect time for you to destroy Christmas like you’ve always wanted.”

Satan stood from his thrown with a roar. “What?!”

Every demon present in the throne room cowered and whimpered. The demon in front of Satan, who had brought the news, threw himself prostrate in front of his master with a fear-filled cry of anguish. His entire body shook with terror.

“Is it true? Is it possible?” Satan asked the room at large. “Someone find out if it’s true and possible! Do I have the name power to take over Santa’s identity?”

A flurry of activity took over Hell as all available demons rushed to do his bidding.

“Rise up, lowly coward,” Satan said to the demon that had brought him the news. “If what you say is true and it’s possible for me to ruin Christmas, you will be promoted to an advisor’s position.”

The demon rose slowly, bowing every few seconds with many thanks uttered from his mouth.

It wasn’t long before the intel that Santa was in a coma was confirmed. However, the name power wasn’t 100% confirmed. The demons could only come up with enough information to confirm that there was a 72% chance of it being enough power, since all the letters were the same, but in a different order. With that percentage, Satan knew he could take over Santa’s identity, but his time allowance would be limited. If Santa started to pull out of the coma, in essence, his soul returning to his body, Satan knew he would slowly be pushed out again.

Satan decided it would give him just enough time to bring terror to the people of Earth for Christmas, and that’s what mattered to him.

Satan gloried in the news and rushed to get his “Santa suit” on, as he jokingly called it.

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Mrs. Clause sat beside her husband’s bed, holding his hand and talking to him, hoping he would wake up.

She gasped when Santa squeezed her hand.

She looked at his face with a huge grin, overjoyed that there was a sign of life from him. The grin slowly melted away when she saw the malicious, twisted smirk on his normally merry face. His eyes darted all around the room, taking everything in before he lifted his head. His eyes finally settled on her, and while there was a margin of recognition, there was no warmth or love in their depth.

“I’ll get the doctor,” Mrs. Clause said in a hoarse voice, trying free her hand from his without making too much fuss. She was freaked out and she hoped the doctor would say this was all normal and she was overacting. She didn’t feel things were…right with Santa. He wasn’t himself – she was sure of it.

He let her go and sat up slowly. He focused his attention on his hands flipping them over and back, looking down at them while a grin spread across his face.

“Excellent,” he said in a husky, deep voice.

Mrs. Clause had a hard time not fleeing from the room. She was deeply disturbed, but forced herself to walk calmly. Once she was out in the hall, she stopped to catch her breath and compose herself. She didn’t want to seem frantic and scared when she spoke to the doctor. She didn’t want him to think there was now something wrong with her.

With each step toward the nurse’s station, she noticed the grim expressions on the faces of the elves that worked in the North Pole hospital. She took note for the first time how hard it was for them to smile at her when they made eye contact. It struck her how much Santa’s injury had drained the joy and Christmas spirit from all their lives. She just hoped that Santa’s return to consciousness would lift their spirits once more. She hoped the magic of Christmas would be re-sparked. The children of the world were depending on it.

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“Santa,” Dr. Tinsel said as he entered his patient’s room, “how are you feeling?” He was smiling, excited that Santa had come back to them so quickly. He couldn’t wait for it to be announced that Santa was back and Christmas wasn’t going to be cancelled.

“I feel great,” Satan-Santa answered, grinning at the doctor.

Dr. Tinsel paused and his brow wrinkled as he looked at Santa. Something was off with his voice; he hoped it was just from the time of unconsciousness. It wasn’t that strange for someone in a coma to get a dry throat and have a hard time speaking when they awoke. But that was usually someone who had been in their coma for weeks or years, not a little less than twenty-four hours.

“Wonderful,” Dr. Tinsel said, extracting Santa’s chart from the foot of his bed. “A nurse is going to come in and check your vitals, and if everything is okay, I’m going to release you from the hospital.”
“In time for Christmas?”

“Yes, Santa,” Dr. Tinsel said, feeling relieved to see a glimpse of the Santa he knew; his face lit up when he mentioned Christmas. “You’ll be released before Christmas if everything on your tests looks all right. We wouldn’t want to disappoint the children, would we?”

Satan-Santa laughed. “No. We wouldn’t want to disappoint the children.”

The hairs on the back of Dr. Tinsel’s neck stood on end at the sound of Santa’s laugh. It wasn’t right. It wasn’t a merry, jolly sound, but evil and sinister.

He glanced over his shoulder and spied Mrs. Clause standing just outside the doorway, frowning. He could tell from her expression that she was noticing the differences too. When she glanced at him, he smiled. He planned to explain that a head injury could cause some temporary changes and they just needed to exercise patience until everything was healed and back to normal.

***

Satan-Santa stood at the window to Santa’s office with the fingers of both hands entwined behind his back. He was grinning as he watched the elves scurry this way and that, trying to meet the new demands he’d placed on them for the Christmas deadline. He couldn’t believe how much power he had over the entire work force. At that very moment, he was waiting for elves to bring him the naughty and nice list. He was going to completely reverse it all so the naughty children would get the presents they wanted and the nice children wouldn’t.

He turned at a brief knock at the door to watch ten elves bring in box after box of papers containing the naughty and nice list.

“Is this all of it?” he asked.

His assistant, the head elf, Hazelnut frowned and shook his head.

“No, Santa, this is just for the children whose last names start with the letter A.”

“Ah, yes,” Satan-Santa said, “I’d forgotten. My head injury… Things come and go for me, but it gets better all the time.”

Hazelnut smiled sympathetically and ushered the other elves out of the room.

“We’ll leave you to it. Let us know when you’re ready for the letter B section of the list.”

Satan-Santa nodded and they all left him alone with the list. In minutes he had it done, using his evil powers to make the changes quickly and easily.

He sent for the B section, then the C section, and so on and so forth until he had the entire list redone. He knew the delivery mix ups alone would cause chaos for the emotions of the children that believed in Santa, and that pleased him. He planned to go well beyond just the list though, to spread his evil on Earth, and he needed to hurry before Santa’s soul found its way back to his body.

While in the coma, Santa’s soul was essentially a balloon filled with helium, still connected by a thin string to his body. When all the helium made its way through the rubber as it aged, he would slowly sink back into his mortal self and Satan would be kicked out of the “Santa Suit” he was now wearing.

***

Christmas Eve dawned bright and cold at the North Pole. The elves were in a near panic finishing up their work in a surge of unbridled excitement. They’d even finished making the strange scary-looking dolls Santa had ordered them to make at the last minute. They didn’t like them, but they’d made them, figuring Santa knew what he was doing. He was their leader and had never steered them wrong before; they trusted him blindly even though he seemed a little…off.

Everything was prepared, just as it always was, right on time.

All the elves gathered in the square to see Santa off; they lived and worked their entire lives for Christmas and didn’t want to miss a single moment of the joy and excitement.

***

As Satan-Santa stood in the sleigh, waving at all the cheering elves, he couldn’t believe how easy it all was. He was positive that elves were the stupidest beings on Earth. He was going to enjoy every second of ruining Christmas. He was overjoyed that he would have access to countless innocent children to do what he wished with them. Never before had he had such broad access to human children all at one time. He was drunk with the power, and that drunken state came across as overwhelming joy and happiness to the elves. They thought it was Christmas spirit and that’s what he wanted them to think.

In minutes he was off, calling out the names of each reindeer in turn as he knew he was supposed to. He’d learned all of their names just for that purpose – he had to keep up his ruse.

As the sleigh took to the air and all the elves cheered, Satan noticed that his vision became blurry for a moment and he felt a mild weight settling over him. In that instance, he knew Santa’s soul was beginning its journey back to his body.

“Just wait a little longer, you fat jolly bastard,” Satan mumbled. “I have terror to unleash!”

He sailed through the sky, off to visit the houses where children slept, waiting for someone kind, loving, and full of Christmas Magic to bring them what they were hoping for.

The first house he stopped at was that of a naughty child. He left five presents for the child, since there was a surplus of toys from the original naughty and nice list – there had been more nice than naughty children then. That made it possible for him to be overly generous after he changed the list around.

The next house he came to, there were two nice children. For each, he left one of the strange dolls he’d had the elves make, after chanting a short incantation over them. As he turned his back to leave, their eyes started to glow red and their little arms and legs began to twitch. He knew that by the time he was off to the next house, two demons would inhabit his version of voodoo dolls and would torture the children and kill the adults in the house. Once their deed was done, the demons would be welcomed back into Hell, birthed to a new rank and position in his kingdom for their faithful service.

As the sleigh glided from the house’s roof, Satan-Santa heard the bloodcurdling screams coming from within. In his mind’s eye, he imagined the walls of the children’s room being painted red with their parents’ blood when they came to check on their screaming children. The children would be left alive, because their young innocence would deny him their souls. But the adults – most of them – would become his in Hell. And when the children grew up orphans, they would carry pain and sorrow in their hearts. One day, their souls would belong to him too, since most would fester in that pain for the longevity of their lives.

Satan-Santa went from house to house, repeating his gifts for the naughty children and the nice children. Each house he stopped at, he felt more and more pressure settling over him. Until, halfway through the night, he could barely breathe. He knew his time in Santa’s body was over, so he landed the sleigh in the middle of a city, spoke his incantation over all the remaining dolls, and left Santa’s body.

***

It took a little over an hour for Santa’s soul to return to his body completely. When he became aware of the world around him it was to the sounds of people screaming in pain and children calling out and crying with fear and loss. He didn’t know what was going on, but he knew he was in his sleigh, in the middle of it all.

He wasn’t sure if he should take off or stay where he was, but when thousands of little blood-soaked dolls with glowing red eyes surrounded the sleigh, he knew he had to leave; the reindeer kicking the evil dolls out of the way as they took to the air. He knew Christmas had to continue, that he had to move on. He didn’t know why he didn’t remember the last few days or how he’d gotten to where he was, but he didn’t have the time to dwell on it.

As the sleigh crested the rooftops, he was surrounded by war planes from the local military. While Santa was trying to figure out what was going on, below and in the air, missiles were deployed in his direction.

Santa had time to breathe the word “no” just before the missiles hit and the reindeer were blown to bits in the center of a fireball. Just as he realized what had happened, he was consumed as well.

***

Satan watched from Hell as Christmas was ruined forever. He hadn’t reached as many homes as he’d set out to, but the loss of Santa was more than he could have hoped for. He hadn’t counted on the households without children calling the police and the police calling the Air Force to take care of Terrorist Santa.

He wouldn’t make it to the rest of the houses, and that would let down the children that still believed. The news reports about the night would have ruined his reputation, but with no Santa at all, Christmas would have no hope except for Christ. But he’d fooled the majority of Earth’s population into not believing in Him long ago. Now Christmas had nothing left.

All the demons of Hell celebrated their master’s success.

©Rebecca Besser, 2014. All rights reserved.

Interview with Author Gregory L. Norris

Author Gregory L. Norris
Author Gregory L. Norris

Bec: Welcome to my blog once again, Greg! Please start out by telling everyone about you –

Greg: Greetings, Ms. Besser – it is always such a treat to be featured on your square of virtual real estate.  My name is Gregory L. Norris and I am responding to you and the world from one of the platinum sofas in my living room, in an old New Englander house in the mountains of New Hampshire’s North Country.  The house is called Xanadu, and it’s my favorite place on the planet.  Here, I write stories short and long, in a variety of genres.  I’ve been published – and produced a few times for TV and film – since I started sending my work out into the universe.  Writing I’ve often said is the heart that beats within my heart.  As we speak, writer pals from my local group are on their way over for a write-in.  It’s still National Novel Writing Month as of this interview, and I am deep into a fantasy novel called KINGDOMS BE DAMNED that has transported me far into the past, to Iliyand, one of the four kingdoms descended from a lost grandfather kingdom called Jiddoe.  I’m part Lebanese; Jiddoe, not coincidentally, is Lebanese for ‘Grandfather.’  I never knew my Jiddo on my father’s side of the family, but my Sitoo – my Lebanese grandmother, her name was Lovey – was one of the coolest, smartest people I’ve ever met.  She wrote poetry as a young girl, and I have every one of her original manuscripts safely archived in my home office here.

 

Bec: What is your most recent release(s)?

Greg: My soon-to-be-released latest is TALES FROM THE ROBOT GRAVEYARD.  It’s a collection of three novellas that is due out from the fine folks at Great Old Ones Publishing (www.greatoldonespublishing.com).  Each of the novellas concerns a facet of humanity’s relationship to the robots we’ve made in our image.  The first, “Ghosts and Robots,” has at its heart the theme of family.  The second, “Robot Kind,” explores religion.  The final, “The Long Frost,” touches upon mortality and even sexuality/reproduction and survival.  There’s a nifty bit of bling attached to TALES: it features an inaugural poem by my good friend, the widely-published poet Esther M. Leiper-Estabrooks, a cover by Eric Chu, the conceptual artist on the recent Battlestar Galactica that ran on the SyFy Channel, and a blurb by Amy Howard Wilson, who was the voice of “Nova” on the brilliant Japanese import from 1979, Star Blazers – that series helped define my world as a writer when I was young and struggling to discover my place on Spaceship Earth.  I also think robots are ridiculously cool.  Always have!

 

Bec: Tell us your favorite part of your most recent release –

Greg: There’s a scene in the opening of “Ghosts and Robots” that talks about the longest day in history, the last day as well as a coordinated attack by the mechanical men we’ve created ends the world that was and starts the world that will be.  I had the scene visualized – in the old Underdog cartoon from my childhood, there’s a memorable episode I love where giant robots with glowing light bulb heads storm into a city.  My version is considerably more visceral, as humans across the globe resort to huge sacrifices to win the war.  But during an afternoon when a TV crew was visiting Xanadu to do a segment on my career, the show’s host asked me to free-write on the spot.  I wrote that scene under the glare of the spotlight, and absolutely loved the results.  It kicks off the first novella in the collection.

 

Bec: How do you plan to spend Christmas this year?

Greg: We host a Christmas party for our writers’ group friends every year.  We have three big all day salons a year – May, September, and December.  In September, all of the partygoers were invited to select a prompt from a box.  All of the prompts were different.  Those prompts are the theme for the reading portion of the party.  I got “You’re digging in the garden when you find…” – my story, “Legerdemain in the Valley of Flowers,” is partly complete and I should have a first draft in time for the party.  We always do a huge buffet spread, and our Christmas tree covered in German glass bulbs and family heirloom decorations will be up for the Yankee swap.  At last year’s swap, I briefly held onto a year’s subscription to Poets & Writers Magazine.  This year, Santa already bought me a subscription, so no fear on having somebody else swap me on that count!  As far as Christmas itself, we host an open house on Thanksgiving with a huge dinner and homemade desserts, and last year a new tradition of spending New Year’s Eve at a fellow writer’s house with a sit down dinner and readings was born.  For Christmas, my husband and I enjoy a big dinner of prime rib and watch movies with our rescue cats.  And, of course, I write.

 

Bec: What is your favorite holiday food, and why?

Greg: That aforementioned prime rib!  It’s luscious and decadent.  Up here where we now live, there aren’t many choices for where one shops.  But we have a fantastic local butcher who provided the most amazing prime rib ever for our writers’ group’s September retreat, which was to a house set beside roaring waterfalls.  A second favorite are candy canes.  A few years ago, I snagged a couple of candy canes following the Christmas party and found myself enjoying them while I was working on finishing up various stories and a novel.  At this time of year, they just add that extra bit of joy when you’re writing!

 

Bec: If you could have one wish granted to you this Christmas, what would it be and why?

Greg: To be able to enjoy time with my other grandmother, who will turn 98 in 2015!  My Grammy Rachel once wrote for the magazine Highlights For Children and was mentioned in The Writer’s Yearbook for her literary excellence.  I used to visit her regularly, but since moving there’s a long distance between front doors – however, I’m heading south in just a few days for a visit!

 

Bec: If someone was going to buy you a book (or ten) what titles would you like to receive?

Greg: Well, I’m a huge fan of so many of my fellow contemporaries.  I just got a copy of David Greske’s Dark Tales For Darkest Nights – which is as disturbing as it is fantastic.  I read a little bit of everything, from copies of The New Yorker that my library puts in the ‘please adopt’ box at the front door to Harlequin romance novels to free reads online.  The first week of NaNoWriMo, I devoured one of the skinny Stephen King paperbacks from when he serialized The Green Mile way.  Last year at this time I ate up your novel, Nurse Blood, which was uncommonly good.  So I guess to answer your question, anything and everything!

 

Bec: If I were a Christmas fairy, do you think I would be a good or evil fairy?

Greg: I think your identity would depend upon the time of day, and whether the moon was full!

 

Bec: What is your most magical memory of Christmas from your childhood?

Greg: My Grammy Rachel always had numerous Christmas trees in her home, a magical house on Foster’s Pond in Massachusetts that no longer exists.  There was a tiny fake tree in her kitchen, another on a credenza, a small live tree, and then a huge live tree in the living room, covered in lights.  I always thought that was such a neat celebration, spread out over various rooms.  One year when I was young, she handcrafted a stuffed lion for me.  She’d started work on a stuffed dog but claimed she messed up the pattern, and wrapped him up for me anyway.  Those two stuffed animals are still with me, sitting with the other teddy bears from my boyhood in my wonderful office, constant companions over these many years.

 

Bec: Is there anything I haven’t asked you about that you would like to share?

Greg: Not really, you’re such a fantastic interviewer – and always such a treat to be interviewed by.  I will say this.  When we first moved here, I briefly attended another writers’ group.  Well, referring to that group as being for writers is a generous nod.  Mostly, people sat around and behaved cattily and waited for the business portion to be over so they could wolf down pastry.  Writing didn’t have much priority there.  One of the people in that group apparently didn’t take kindly to my presence and told people it was because she found me ugly.  To my husband and my Muse, I’m a centerfold.  Just saying.  I guess the point of mentioning any of this is that I love being a writer.  I love the writing.  Even at its ugliest, the writing is still beautiful.

 

Bec: Thank you for sharing a little bit about you and your book(s). Have a great Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Year!

Find out how to stalk Gregory Norris:

www.gregorylnorris.blogspot.com

www.greatoldonespublishing.com

 

Read my review for Gregory L. Norris’ book: The Fierce and Unforgiving Muse!

 

©Rebecca Besser & Gregory L. Norris, 2014. All rights reserved.