Tales with a Twist & Tales Totally Twisted

By Michele L. Hinton

Welcome to the twists and turns of my imagination! This book is a collection of eight short stories and eight poems that tell a story. The tales start out with just a light twist and gradually go to the dark side and get totally twisted!

• Language: English
• Publisher: My Seashell Books - Michele L. Hinton
• Release date: Apr 14, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301874859

Michele L. Hinton

What can I say? I'm a Kentucky girl who likes to write. Those who chose to take a chance on one of my books, I hope you enjoy it and are interested in seeing what else is in my imagination. My stories cover things from poetry, short stories, children's books, thrillers, action/adventure, romance, humor and sometimes most of those genres are covered in one book.Thanks for reading!

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Tales with a Twist & Tales Totally Twisted

By: Michele L. Hinton

Copyright Michele L. Hinton 2013

Published by The Seashell Books at Smashwords

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Any resemblance to those living, dead,

or un-dead is purely coincidental.

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Introduction

Welcome to the twists and turns of my imagination. This book contains both short stories and poems that tell a story. Most of the tales have light-hearted twists, such as Joshua Pennwrite: Ghost Writer, the feature story, and The Haunting of Evelyn. For those of you who like the darker side, beware of The Diva Web and Dinner!. These two are totally twisted and not recommended for the younger reader.

The poetry section also has light-hearted poem. Pride of the Table and Ode to Liver just might put a smile on your face. You will again venture to the dark side with Hallows Eve Horror and Love Really Does Bite.

Thank you for purchasing my stories. If you like my writing style, visit my website at www.theseashellbooks.com for more of my stories and novels.

~Michele L. Hinton

Short Stories

Joshua Pennwrite: Ghost Writer

Noah and the Ark

The Haunting of Evelyn

Cheri Amore

Tanya’s Troubles

The Bench

The Diva Web

Dinner!

Poems

The Pride of the Table

Ode to Liver

Fright Night

Testosterone!

Forever and a Day

Hallows Eve Horror

Hattie

Love Really Does Bite

Joshua Pennwrite: Ghost Writer

Tiana saw the dragon drawing nearer as she tried to escape it. She cursed herself for disobeying her father by going for a morning ride. She then cursed her horse for breaking its leg when it stumbled and fell at hearing the dragon’s roar.

The forest was only five hundred yards ahead, but the dragon was considerably closer. She took a quick look behind her as she ran and could see the greenish glow from its slanted eyes. She turned her gaze forward and pushed her legs to go faster. She could feel the breeze from the beast’s wings. Her heart was threatening to burst from her chest, and she felt as if she could spit forth fire from her lungs. She knew her last moments had come. Suddenly….

***

Justine Hawkins felt a stabbing pain in her chest. Oh no! she exclaimed. Not now! I’m so close! Her nitro was in her purse, but it was on the table across the room. She got up from her computer, took two steps away from her desk and fell to the floor. She pressed the lifeline button she wore around her neck and heard:

All operators are busy at this time. Please stay on the line and someone will be with you shortly.

She was too weak to move. None of her muscles worked. She thought about her life − her two nieces, Sharon and Jakki and – her electric bill. Oh crap! I forgot to pay it! Justine lay there staring up at the ceiling.

***

Good evening. I’m Charlie Calvert…

…And I’m Silvia Jordan. This is your six o’clock evening report on Bowling Green’s own, WBGK, Channel 6, said the anchorwoman. She looked at the other camera. "This morning, fifty-two year old Justine Hawkins, Bowling Green’s newest author of the critically acclaimed fantasy novel, Tiana’s Sword, was found dead in her apartment."

The camera switched to Charlie. The body was found by the landlord after tenants complained of a foul smell coming from her apartment. The preliminary coroner’s report states heart failure as cause of death. It’s reported that Hawkins had been dead for approximately two weeks. The electricity had been cut off for nonpayment.

The camera cut back to Silvia. The other feature story is this weather. And all I can say is – Hot! Hot! Hot! For the past three weeks the temperature has been in the triple digits. Today’s record temperature for this year is 105°....

***

Justine looked around the room of the morgue. How did I get here? She vaguely remembered being in a place other than her apartment − but that was all. She looked down at the body they’d just put in a drawer. It reminded her of one of those bodies on a crime scene story after the autopsy. The chest had been cut open and stitched up roughly. The brownish hair was in disarray, the skin had a grayish hew and something had eaten a hole through the cheek as well as other places on the face. Justine turned up her nose. I look terrible! She shook her head. What a pity. No open casket for me!

She looked at the man standing by the drawer. He was wearing a mask. I must smell bad also. She bent her ghostly head closer to her body to take a whiff − but nothing. Suddenly, the man closed the drawer and the front panel went right through her head. Hey! Watch it! she shouted at him. She instinctively felt for possible injury, and when she discovered she wasn’t hurt, she rolled her eyes. Duh! I can’t bleed any more – I’m dead!

The man in hospital whites who’d been working with her body had gone to the sink. She found herself standing next to him and leaned against the wall. Can you hear me?

But he continued to wash his hands oblivious to her. She watched as he went to the desk and filled out a tag. After he put it in the slot on the drawer that her body was in, he went back to the desk.

Alas – poor me. Justine sighed. She turned around hoping to see the light, as everyone called it, so she could walk into it – but nothing was there. She had a grim thought, took a deep breath