(He can call me any time)
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Holding your breath
I feel so grateful that you allow me to visit you again,
Raven McAllan. Here I would like to share with your readers my new m/m short
story, A Midnight Caller, published
by Bitten
Press.
So holding your breath. When was the last time you held your
breath and what made you do it?
As of late, I’ve held my breath so many times. I did it when
I waited for any acceptance/rejection on my stories. I did it as well when I
found out that a particular publisher accepted one of the stories. I held my
breath when I got edits from my editors and did it again when I received covers
for my shorts. I also held my breath whenever I read people’s opinions on them,
whether they liked them or not too much. I held my breath so many times I
wonder I’m still alive right now.
The characters in this story, I guess, hold their breath
every time they call or receive calls. It must be quite frightening to get
mysterious calls, but who knows, perhaps it’s exciting, too?
How about you? What occasions make you hold your breath?
A
Midnight Caller
Summary:
Actor Ashley Ferguson had received several mysterious calls
for the past couple of nights. The caller said he was also an actor. Ashley
tried to find out who he was and guessed it was Colt Harper, a young actor
whose show was also playing on TV. Ashley thought of reporting the calls to the
cops several times but he kept delaying doing it.
One night after Ashley was finished shooting someone grabbed
him in the parking lot. The man said he was the midnight caller. Ashley was
afraid that his earlier guess was wrong and his decision not to report to the
police would end up really bad for him.
Excerpt:
“Hey, I’m sorry, man…”
“And you said you’d call the next day
but you didn’t.”
“Oh, were you expecting that?
Sorry to disappoint you.”
“Shut up. I’m just so stupid. Get out
of my life, okay?”
“Hey, wait. Please, I didn’t mean that.
I’m so grateful you want to talk to me.”
“I don’t want to talk to you.”
“Yeah, I know. I mean, thanks for
giving me the chance to talk to you. By the way, Ashley…”
“Listen. You sound like a good kid. Why
don’t you tell me your name and end all this weirdness?”
“And then we can meet?”
“We’ll see about that.”
“Don’t you want to see me?”
About the
Author:
Iyana lives in
Jakarta, a city famous for its traffic jams, a lot of cars and motorcycles, and
people selling stuff on the roads. You can spend two hours on the road going to
a place you can reach in half an hour in a normal situation. Thanks to the traffic
jams, though, Iyana can come up with a lot of stories, mostly shorties, as she
prefers to spend the time during her trips writing into her cell phone rather
than sleeping.
Another thing Iyana
loves is kitties. Right now she has five of them. Their names are Larva, Nyil,
Cil, Mermood, and Horus. When she doesn’t write, she plays with them, or they
would play with her when she writes.
Author’s
Links:
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