Tom's Tiny Terror Tales

By Tom Simpson

Take a short journey through a broken mind. A labyrinth of talking animals and vengeful appliances. A terror filled trip through tombstones, spiders and dark funeral homes. Enjoy your ride dear reader

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tom Simpson
• Release date: Jan 4, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311927996

Tom Simpson

I was born and raised in Florida mainly the Tampa Bay Area. I hunted and fished and spent most of my childhood and early adult life in the woods and on the lakes and rivers in Florida. I have been writing most of my life and finished my first novel about a sinkhole in 1997. This is the first time I have tried to publish and hopefully will be doing a lot more in the future. I am in the communications field and hope to retire soon.

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TOM’S TINY TERROR TALES

By TOM SIMPSON

Copyright 2002 by Simpson Enterprises

Published by Tom Simpson at Smashwords

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

THE DRYER

THE ENGRAVER

MOTHERS DAY

THE WEB

PIGS DON’T LIE

PURE PROFIT

THE DRYER

Dickerson did not want to be there. Sweat patches were growing from his massive armpits like wounds freshly bleeding. His three hundred and twenty five pound doughy body was almost flowing over the armrests of the straight back chair. I will not panic he kept repeating, audible only to the gleaming appliances glistening in the harsh florescent light.

Patrick Dickerson could not remember ever being this tensed up. Even in the early years.

The years he had tried to erase from his memory. He was a successful salesman. Up for promotion to district supervisor. That is why this trip was so important. He was to meet with the Southeastern regional manager at ten am the next day in Atlanta to finalize the deal. Only twelve more hours he thought and I can snub my nose at the other clowns at the office.

He tried to shut his mind from everything but his coming glory. I deserve it he thought. I’m the one that always came in early and stayed after everyone had gone home. Nights and weekends, pouring over new product catalogues, making the last minute phone calls to close the order, faxing the necessary documents for overseas shipments. I tried the hardest, I deserve the best.

The sudden quiet brought him abruptly back to his current environment and