Steampunk Pirates!
Author: Curmudgeon County Collectables
David is the creator of the Alaskan webcomic Cabin Fever, author and illustrator of several books, and the mind behind Curmudgeon County Collectables.
Growing up in Alaska he discovered early in life the joys of exploring the outdoors under the northern lights and the midnight sun. He also discovered mosquitoes, bears, sunburn and Bigfoot……okay, Bigfoot’s debatable. While recovering from the joys of the outdoors he happened upon his favorite pastimes, drawing and daydreaming!
He is a member of the Society of Children’s Book Writers and Illustrators, a closet musician, and a big fan of pizza!
Moose
Paper Plane
Buffoon!
Urban Girl!
Ghost Stories!
Horror Story!
“Get ready for some goose bumps!”
“A winding tale as crooked as the antagonist!”
“A delightful romp through terror and whatever nightmares are made of!”
A long-abandoned journal, buried alive in the dust of time, tells the terrifying tale of a solitary man losing his mind. Or was he? Each entry in this personal diary descends further down into the dream world of all things bizarre and macabre. A true to life tale of terror or the anxious jittering of a disturbed mind? You decide…..
Be sure to grab your copy of this illustrated novelette today!
Monsters Under the Bed!
Horror Story!
“It’s a strange story. The item that lay before you is a work that I myself know very little about. I’ll tell you what I know and introduce it the best that I can, but I feel you may find it unsatisfying…
Down one of those paths was a small cabin. It appeared to have been abandoned for quite some time. Good shape for the most part, but it looked like the animals had been in and out of there regularly. Trees growing from the moss covered roof and claw marks dug deep into the logs. Clothing, dishes, bottles, and bits of torn paperback novels littered the ground and pointed the way inside like the breadcrumbs of Hansel and Gretel. It was still, but not peaceful, it seemed unnaturally dark when compared to the kind of angelic light we had been enjoying all day. The windows were busted out so the breeze walked through with ease, but the air still had the slightest odor. Not a stench, but not the weightless and refreshing air we were enjoying at the creek. It felt, well, I’m not sure. The more time I was in there to more unnerving it became….
Upon the little wooden table was a notebook. The dust was so thick I could hardly make out any writing. I wiped it off though and saw that there was indeed writing. I call it writing, it looked like the kind of scratchings a chipmunk would make if you gave him a pen and then had him chase an acorn. I flipped back and saw that it wasn’t all that way. The handwriting became more legible the more I turned the pages. And not just handwriting, there were pictures too. Drawings and paintings, many of which have been included in this book. Some were just too disturbing to include…
This book is a transcript of that journal, or at least an attempt at it. Enjoy it if you can and remember, no one is watching you. Probably.”
Dog Days!
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