This is my first publication! And you may download a FREE copy here through Smashwords.
I am so excited and nervous at the same time. I don’t even know how to clearly convey my feelings. I am aimlessly wandering about what people will say, where to promote my book, what should I do next, and so on. Also, hoping for the world someone to read it and give me feedback, any feedback.
Even though I have already published many posts in my blog, for some strange reason, publishing a book (even a short story) feels different. I am optimistic that every detail of the book is acceptable to the public. That there are no grammatical errors or unwanted mistakes. I did my homework. Many people reviewed the 1,164 words printed on those pages before I decided to upload the file. I followed all the steps I learned about publishing a book, but still, you never know.
I believe that publishing this short story, whether good or bad, it will be a great experience to use in the future.
So, I wait, expectant, cheerful and at ease for my first review.
About the Book
This story focuses in a powerful moment in time, on an aching heart and an amazing experience that leads to a great insight. A strange phone call helps this lost soul into forgiveness.
Excerpt
I find myself hiding inside my bedroom, behind an unfamiliar massive wooden dresser, kneeling on the floor and peeking out as terror crawls inside of me. My heart is beating fast, my palms are sweating and my throat is dry and hurting. I swallow hard, but careful not to make any noise. I look around without moving, searching for an answer, trying to make sense out of this situation. I noticed everything is in place with the exception of this dresser. A dresser that looks like a piece of furniture my grandma would own. On the other hand, it doesn’t really matter where it came from. For now, it’s serving a great purpose and shielding me from danger.
I am confused. I have no memory of how I got here. I know I am afraid, but not sure of what though.
It is daylight, but looks brighter than ever. Maybe it’s the sun filtering through the window. I look up, trying to see past the glass frame, but my eyes squint in the glare. I turn my head to avoid the pain. Read more
Life Unbound 