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Pssst… You Want a Couple of FREE Short Stories?

Evolved Publishing has graciously allowed me to share this bit of good news with folks who visit my website, so….

It so happens that for just the next few days (expires November 30th), you can get two of my short stories FREE through Smashwords. All you have to do is click on the appropriate link below, and enter the 5-character coupon code listed. Nice and easy. And don’t worry if you don’t have a Smashwords account, as it’s easy – and free – to set one up.

So here are those links and codes:

Devane’s Reality at Smashwords (Use this Code: NE37A)

Paradox at Smashwords (Use this Code: UY53K)

These stories are similar in theme, if different in basic genre. They each explore the fragility of the human mind. I sure hope you like them, and that you’ll take a moment to post your heartfelt reviews at Smashwords after reading them.

THANK YOU!

Free Short Story eBooks from Author Lane Diamond

What’s that? You want a little sample, and you want it for free?

Well, all-righty then….

You can now get 3 of my short stories for FREE as eBooks at most online retailers.

PARADOX – A Short Science Fiction Adventure

Paradox_500x800FREE at Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Apple iTunes, Kobo, and everywhere eBooks are sold.

DESCRIPTION: Ted volunteered for the mission because, after all, it was just a routine trip to Mars. What could possibly go wrong?

In the deepest, darkest reaches of space, one must fill the vacuum, the void, the emptiness. Yet do we humans have the “psychological stuff” for deep space travel? If not, we may end up like Ted.

DEVANE’S REALITY – A Short Psychological Thriller

Devanes_Reality_800x500FREE at Barnes and Noble, Apple iTunes, Kobo, Smashwords, and most places eBooks are sold (still $0.99 at Amazon, though I hope it will be free there soon).

DESCRIPTION: We humans do not suffer solitude well. I long for contact—any contact. I yearn to meet a one-legged, one-armed, one-eyed, elderly gypsy woman who spends every waking minute singing show tunes with a voice like a howler monkey undergoing torture.

How does one cope with complete and utter loneliness? Imagine living in a world occupied by one – not another living creature. How could such a thing be possible? Doesn’t matter. What matters is how Lawrence Steven Devane reacts when plunged into precisely this situation.

WELL-SUITED SENTRY – A Short Horror Story

well_suited_sentry_500x800FREE at Barnes and Noble, Apple iTunes, Kobo, Smashwords, and most places eBooks are sold (still $0.99 at Amazon, though I hope it will be free there soon).

DESCRIPTION: The prison rose out of the cornfields, a concrete and steel monstrosity about as likely in this serene setting as an elephant in an igloo. The sentry couldn’t help but smile at the thought. With no one else to amuse him, to distract him, to help push his days contentedly forward, he often amused himself in such ways.

‘I’ve done my work too well,’ he thought. ‘Opportunities to spill blood are so rare these days.’

This prison sentry is unlike any other. You don’t want to cross him. Better that you should remain in your cell, follow the rules, and never get on his bad side. Transgression comes at far too high a price.

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PLEASE ENJOY! (And please leave an honest review wherever you picked up your copy. Thank you.

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Six-Sentence Sunday #4 – Devane’s Reality – A Short Story

Welcome to Six-Sentence Sunday.

The idea is to give you a small taste (6 consecutive sentences) of one of my pieces, but a compelling one. You can find previous Six-Sentence Sunday excerpts by searching under the Category by that name.

So, is the excerpt below effective? Only you can tell me that.

Six-Sentence Excerpt – Devane’s Reality (A Short Story)

My mind roils as I cling to hope and expectation, only to find, one day after the next, disappointment greater than in the day before. Only one creature creeps out of the darkness to haunt my nights. I’ve known this stalker before—loneliness, my sole companion on this bizarre expedition.

I now understand that we humans do not suffer solitude well. I long for contact—any contact. I yearn to meet a one-legged, one-armed, one-eyed, elderly gypsy woman who spends every waking minute singing show tunes with a voice like a howler monkey undergoing torture.

Available at Amazon

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