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Did You Know That I Have 3 Pretty Awesome Short Stories Out? If Not, Read Them Right Here!

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Rusted Halo by Jade Alyse



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COMING SOON | Specter: A Short Story by Jade Alyse

photo I had someone come up to me while visiting friends in Maryland this weekend and say, "I knew you wrote, but I didn't know you were an actual writer".  That was unbelievably flattering.  For the past year and a half, I have been patiently building a small empire of sorts.  I want to be a writer, I know where my future lies, I know what I want.  To hear someone say that they've read something I wrote and actually enjoyed it is music to my ears.

I've been doing a lot of writing lately. Blame it on the lovely weather we're having in North Carolina, my positive outlook on life, or all of the inspiration that surrounds me on a daily basis.

And I have something else very exciting to share with you all!  I've been developing this since the summertime, when I took a graduate poetry class at North Carolina State University (my alma mater).  I've been developing an entirely new way of looking at my writing, and I've investigated ways in which I could incorporate a new angle: magic realism and surrealism.   I've studied Chilean writers like Neruda and Allende for many years and wondered how their brains worked, how they cultivated these visions into words.

And do you remember that grungy rock band, Nirvana? While Kurt Cobain admittedly creeped me out as a kid in the '90s, I was always drawn to the song, "Where Did You Sleep Last?".  The macabre tonality of it mixed with Cobain's eerie, I-see-a-bright-tunnel-of-light-ahead-of-me voice, immediately made me think of decay, heat and death.  I did a little research to discover that it was actually a remake of a 1917 recording called "In the Pines" sung by a black musician named Lead Belly.  Being the history buff and research enthusiast that I am, I dug a little deeper to discover that the song dates back to the 1870s, believed to be of Southern Appalachian origin.

Cool, right?

Without further delay, I'm introducing yet another short story for my growing repertoire, appropriately entitled "Specter".  Without giving too much away, imagine an failed writer suffering from delusions and heartbreak, a old plantation reformed into a hotel, and a pretty, young stranger who doesn't remember who she is.  

Aren't sufficiently creeped out yet?  Check out these lyrics, and the accompanying music provided below.

I can't wait to share this with you guys! :)

"Black girl, black girl, don't lie to me Where did you stay last night? I stayed in the pines where the sun never shines And shivered when the cold wind blows"



My Short Story "Rusted Halo" has sold more than 2,000 copies! Read it for FREE now!

As you can tell I'm pretty happy about it! I cannot describe how incredible it feels to see such a small project balloon into something that several people have enjoyed.  I definitely love the direction I went in with this particular story, and I intend on writing things like this in the near future.

For a limited time, I am offering this story for free.  Please share it with your friends and fellow book lovers!

DOWNLOAD NOW: Rusted Halo Short Story