Dear Faith, thank you again for the chance
to be on your blog again. :D
This is my seventh short story
to be published and the fourth with Alfie Dog Fiction. I’m very glad. I really liked
this one. My editor helped a lot in improving this story. This short story is,
well, short, about 4,500 words and the price is £0.39 or $0.60. It’s m/m and it
has ghost in it, but this is not a horror story. Think of it like the movie Ghost, and not The Conjuring. :)
One question for you: Have you ever had a supernatural experience?
Please share your answer in the comment section for a chance to win A FREE E-BOOK of this story.
Summary
In the middle of the snow on their way to
get home for Christmas, Connor Williams crashed his car into a tree. He was
badly injured but his boyfriend that was also in the car, Zach Tyler, was
barely alive. How then, that morning in Connor's room, was Zach by his side,
waiting for him to wake up?
Excerpt 1
Zach found Connor still awake in the middle
of the night, eyes straining at the screen of his PowerBook; his forefinger
never stopped clicking. He didn’t even realize when Zach entered the study and
came to stand behind him.
Zach yawned. “What are you doing?” He tried
to peep into the screen. It looked like the website of a local airline. Zach
got no reply until he repeated his question. This time he got a grunt.
“Is something wrong? Hey, Connor?” He leaned
over Connor’s shoulder. “Why are you checking a flight schedule? Don’t we have
tickets?”
Excerpt 2
The
road was dark and empty, but Zach kept running and he nearly wept in joy when
there was light from a car coming from the opposite direction.
“Hey!
Over here! Please!”
The car
drove past him, as if he didn’t exist, to where he’d left Connor. Zach called
out once more and chased after it. He hoped against hope that it would see
their car stuck into a tree.
Excerpt 3
Instead
of all hell breaking loose when both Connor’s and his parents came, it was a
hushed grief and mourning. Zach accompanied them to the morgue. His mother’s
swollen eyes—Zach thought she hadn’t stopped crying since she first heard of
his death—were full of unshed tears even before the morgue staff showed her his
body. And she sobbed as she buried her face into Zach’s father’s chest when
they took the sight of their son lying there lifelessly. Zach was relieved at
the condition his body was in. There was no more blood, and the cuts and
bruises were not as bad as before. His father squeezed his mother like he would
not let her go again, ever.
A little about
me:
Hi!
I'm Iyana Jenna. I like writing, romance, and man
love so as you can see on this site, you're mostly going to find m/m stories
whether they are for adults or young adults. They are not going to be too heavy
on explicit sex, though, as many say that my stories are considered sweet romance.
When I don't write, I teach English to children,
teens, and adults. I also work in the curriculum and materials department in an
institution. Among my responsibilities are writing books and tests.
Find Iyana here:
http://iyana-jenna.livejournal.com/
