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Sometimes small towns are small for a reason 9/25/2006 9:25:33 PM
A failed publishing house equals a free read for all. Hi there.
My name is Wade Hunter. I am a writer. Now before I go on let me state that this won't be some disgruntled whoa-is-me blog. Yeah I have had some bad luck in the industry, but I accept that.
Here is a little about me. I live outside of Pittsburgh with my wife, Michelle, our daughter Hannah, and our two golden retrievers, Killian and Molson-no I am not an alcoholic. It just happened that way. In March we expect the arrival of our second child. I am 32 and work as a pharmacist for Rite Aid pharmacy. I love to read and write. I love to play golf, ride my bike, and trout fish. Also, I can not wait for the hockey season to start.
I have 3 books published. My first Harvest Moon is out of print because the publishing house closed. Judgment (my second) and Shadows of the Soul (coming 11-20-06) are (or will be) active. Then there was my third book, Dark Glimmers. This was the experience that almost turned me away from the publishing business. Essentially, I love telling stories to much, and I managed to get back at things. Dark Glimmers was out for an entire 3 months before the brand new publishing house closed. For those of you that don't know its hard to sell a book that has already been published.
This brings me to this site and to you. I don't have the time to beg and plead for a new publisher, but I want the story read. Its based in the town I grew up in, and based on all the ghost stories we use to tell about the town. There is of course poetic license added in. All the characters are named (mixed and matched) from my friends that shared time in this haunted town.
Sometimes small towns are small for a reason.
Here is the idea. I start posting a chapter a week, and you all get to enjoy a free book. Now as the dirty necessity for any hacker out there. Dark Glimmers is copyrighted by myself and has already been published. I will come after any copyright infingement. That being said...Below is a teaser ad I made for promotion when the book was out. It's a page from a journal by a man called Spinner. I hope it peeks your interest. Within the next week the first chapter will most likely get posted. Enjoy.
Journal entry August 8th,
Growing up in a small town presents those with an open mind, like myself, many things to ponder. Was that flash in the cemetery a figment of my imagination or was it something more? Old Anna perhaps? If I sit in the Iron Chair at midnight will I really get stuck there? Why is there a tapping on my bedroom window? It's two stories up and there are no tree branches anywhere near it. Why do I hear footsteps walking around the downstairs of my house at two o'clock in the morning when everyone else is in bed? Why does the caretaker for the cemetery outside of town wear a white cloak when he walks among the graves? Is that even the caretaker? How can a massive white wolf live in the woods surrounding town and never be hunted down? Could that building that looks more like a haunted cabin really be the first church the town built? Why am I afraid to go to sleep at night?
These are all questions I have heard muttered under the town's breath.
Life in a small town.
The people all whisper about what happens (especially the younger ones that haven't seen all the magic and mystery drained from society), but no one really talks about it. Nobody wants to admit what's going on. Why is that?
The town folk have named me Spinner because I weave one mean tale. They want to think the stories are just that, but they are more. I'm trying to find answers. I'm trying to help save lives.
But I can't solve the enigma of Armstrong.
I have tried for years. I only hope that I can survive long enough to see the day when the one that can comes along.
I grew up with questions. Now all these years later I find that some of those mysteries have been solved, but I don't like what has come to light.
This is the town of Armstrong.
Those that live here have veiled it a quaint little town, while they hide its tainted soul.
There are forces (unseen and unacknowledged) weaving a spell on the town. Most of these forces are dark and vengeful, but not all of them. In darkness there will always be light. Hope will always shine, or so you would think. In Armstrong there is always darkness, and the town's only hope comes in glimmers.
I have tried my best, and I will continue to do so.
I have the glimmer.
I am Chimera.
