Some changes are afoot.

I've been busy these last few weeks on some changes that are long overdue.

I've set up a static website for me and my published work as a better means of getting the word out about my released books. It can be found here. http://rschiver.wixsite.com/richardschiver it's still a work in progress but it's a start in the right direction.

As for my blog I've decided to keep it going for the time being, but instead of being focused entirely on me I will be opening it up to other writers in the speculative fiction field with new release announcement, interviews, and every so often I'll post a review of one of the books I've read. It was my original intent with the blog when I first started it, and somewhere along the way I got a little lost.

I will also be sharing some of my short stories in their entirety, for free,  on this site. I've been working with caliber and I've read and re-read Guido Henkel's Zen of eBook Formatting. My plan is to give away my short stories to my visitors via insta-freebie and Book Funnel, they have apps available that allow you to download the stories directly onto your favorite reading device. No more reading on a computer screen.

With the exception of my post apocalyptic coming of age series, The Dreadland Chronicles, all of my longer work will now be submitted to publishers who I feel can do a better job than I at the various little tasks that must be completed prior to a book's release. I want to keep my finger in the self publishing pie with my series.

Of course if a book fails to find a publisher in a reasonable amount of time I will reconsider my stance on a book by book basis. I feel I've grown as a writer and I'm now ready to tackle several of my ideas that I didn't feel confident enough to write when I originally thought of them. I have several ideas that have simmered on the back burner while I worked to strengthen that writer's muscle.

While I've never been very big at social media, I'm a face to face kind of guy who even hates using a phone, I'll be even less visible in those mediums moving forward. I'll post about new updates and releases, but beyond that I'll be more focused on my work. I've wasted entirely too much time on Facebook just reading my feed, I need to stop doing that.

I hope everyone is well, and I look forward to interacting with you in the near future.




My Apologies!

To those of you who have been following the short story G is for God is Dead, I'm sorry but I've hit a wall with the story and will not be continuing it. One of the hardest parts of writing is learning to recognize when something isn't working. With God is Dead, I've come to the conclusion that the story as it stands is not working for me. I've been forcing myself to keep writing, hoping I'd hit a part that inspired me, and helped to drive me forward.

It never happened.

I'm not giving up writing, no, I'm just throwing in the towel on this story.

I've signed with Severed Press for my WWII horror novella to be titled NOT OF US. And I'm in the process of working to secure an agent for my paranormal mystery CURSED.

I am still working on A CALL TO ARMS, book four of my post apocalyptic series, Dreadland Chronicles, that I want to get out before summer ends.

My short term goals for this year are to complete ASSIMILATION, book three of my Shadows of the Past trilogy, that I've been putting on the back burner for far too long now.

And THIS WAY TO HEAVEN, a special edition for the Dreadland Chronicles, that focuses on the cult of boys from ALL ROADS LEAD TO TERROR. The story will open on the eve of the awakening and proceed from that point to shortly before Meat, Window, and Billie-Bob confront them. I'm viewing it as a LORD OF THE FLIES with Zombies.

I will revisit G is for God is Dead, but there will be some major changes. Most notably will be the absence of the four boys from my post apocalyptic series. It'll be a good story once I settle on the proper location.

Nor am I giving up on my alphabet series of short stories. I'm just taking a step back and reassessing where I'm gong with my writing.

I'll keep you posted here, so check back from time to time, or better yet just follow my blog so you'll be notified when I update.

G is for God is Dead Part VI

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Author Note: Sorry for the delay in getting this segment out. Had some issues with Word on my computer and wound up having to do a complete reinstall. 

What follows is a brief foray into the world the four boys from my post apocalyptic series inhabit. A world of unrestrained brutality where death lurks at every turn, where the only law was the firepower one carried, and the only hope was for a swift death followed by a dreamless sleep. 

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G is for God is Dead!

Part VI

On a lonely country road four boys reach the edge of reality.

“Where are his followers?” Window said, spreading his arms wide as he slowly turned around in the deserted church. “Where are these true believers?” Window stopped, having turned all the way around until he was facing the priest once again. His arms still outstretched he glanced left and right.

“Are they hiding in the shadows”

“They’re here,” the priest answered, “they’re all around in fact, don’t you see? It’s the second coming. As it said in revelations twenty, twelve, and thirteen.

The priests voice rose as he quoted the passage, “And I saw the dead, the great and the small, standing before the throne, and books were opened; and another book was opened, which is the book of life; and the dead were judged from the things which were written in the books, according to their deeds. And the sea gave up the dead which were in it, and death and Hades gave up the dead which were in them; and they were judged, every one of them according to their deeds.” As the echo of his voice faded into the shadows the priests turned to the windows at the front of the church.

“They have come to be judged,” he whispered as he crossed to the window and gazed out at the growing crowd of the undead who waited yards from the front door.

“This guy’s off his rocker,” Einstein said as he twirled his finger around his ear.

“You’ll get no argument from me," Meat said as he watched the deep shadows around the statue. They had to get out of there, fast, the sanctuary they sought would not be found here.

“You need to leave,” the priest said as he turned from the window and stepped to the door, “the time of their judgment has arrived.” The snap of the lock being drawn back was loud in the church and the priest was opening both front doors, allowing the light of the setting sun to push back the shadows as briefly glimpsed objects scurried about frantically to escape the encroaching light.

He stepped through the door, his arm spread wide as he approached the undead who stood waiting.

“Welcome my children,” he said, “you have found your salvation, your journey has come to an end.”

The undead remained rooted in place, watching the priest with cataract coated eyes, those that were lucky to still have them. If this was salvation Meat didn’t want any parts of it.

“Let’s get out of here,” Meat said before turning to the deeper shadows crowding the back of the church.

“Where are we gonna go?” Einstein said, turning to watch meat as he vanished into the gloom. “I don’t think that’s a good idea,” he said.

“What choice do we have,” Meat shot back, his word punctuated by the sound of a door opening.

Window and Billie-Bob remained rooted in place, watching the priest as first one, then another of the undead approached him with staggering steps. The priest stepped back, keeping his distance as more of the undead followed him into the church.

“That’s right my children, come to me, you have been abandoned by the one you followed, left to wander aimlessly, lost in the wilderness of ignorance. I have found the one true god, here in this little church, he has spoken to me as he will speak to if you will only open your hearts to him.”

The priest stepped through the door backwards, his arms upraised, palms out as he spoke in a fevered voice and the undead followed him in an orderly manner.

“Dammit, come on, let’s get out of here,” Meat said, breaking the trance Window and Billie-bob had fallen under as they watched the priest leading the undead into the church.

“Let’s go,” Window said, pulling at Billie-Bob’s arm as he turned to follow the others. Billie-Bob followed reluctantly, struggling to pull his gaze from the spectacle that was playing out in the church behind them. The crowd of the undead was growing as the priest continued to cajole them to follow him into the church. Spreading out to fill the emptiness.

The shadows enveloped them, slithering across their bodies as it wrapped them in ebony embraces.

“That’s right my children, accept the eternal life the one true god has to offer you. Embrace his essence for the god you once followed is dead, and another has risen to take his place.”


To be continued!

The four boys featured in this story appear in my post apocalyptic coming of age series available from Amazon.



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Free Read Friday: G is for God is Dead Pt V

© Can Stock Photo / Zeferli

Author Note: What follows is a brief foray into the world the four boys from my post apocalyptic series inhabit. A world of unrestrained brutality where death lurks at every turn, where the only law was the firepower one carried, and the only hope was for a swift death followed by a dreamless sleep. 

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G is for God is Dead!

Part V 

On a lonely country road four boys reach the edge of reality.

He was only dimly aware of the others as he slowly approached the outstretched figure shrouded by deep shadows. In those shadows he saw movement. A primitive dance that kept time with the steady beat of his heart as the shadows slithered with a sinuous ease across the animated face of the statue.

It was nothing really, just plaster of paris, and paint put together to represent the embodiment of a religious belief. It couldn’t hurt him. Could it? The thought whispered through his mind, but there was no comfort in it. Something had inhabited the statues, creating a semblance of life for purposes that were a mystery.

Rough hands grabbed his shoulders and pulled him away as the smile on that immobile face turned down into a frown.

“What’s wrong with you?” Window said as he turned the younger boy to face him. Billie-Bob’s eyes strayed to that shadowy face, seeking the comfort they all sought.

 The slap sounded like a gunshot that echoed in the shadowy corners of the church and Billie-Bob blinked several times as awareness blossomed. The tenuous link he’d established with that which inhabited the statue was severed by Window’s act and he looked around at the others as if he were seeing them for the first time.

“Are you okay?” Meat asked and Billie-Bob numbly nodded his head. He was okay now, but there was no telling what might have happened had he reached the statue. Looking around the abandoned church he felt it again, reaching out from those dank corners, caressing his thoughts with a chilled touch that sent icy fingers dancing the length of his spine. They were not safe here.

“I don’t know what it was,” he said, searching for the right words to convey what he’d felt, “but it was trying to get me to come to it.” He finished with a shudder, his eyes drawn once more to the immobile shape of the stature dressed in a shadowy cloak.

“We can’t stay here,” Einstein said as he spun his head around trying to look into all of the shadowy corners at one time.

“What is wrong with you two?” Window said, “we’ve got shelter, and in case you hadn’t noticed there’s a shit load of the dead waiting for us outside.

“They’re right,” Meat said, “I can feel it too, there’s something here that doesn’t belong, something we don’t understand.” Meat turned to the window and glanced out at the immobile crowd of the undead who stood around the church in a dense crowd, all eyes focused on the building they were hiding in.

“Then what are we gonna do? We can’t just walk out now.” Window turned back to stare at the statue.

“No, not now, but maybe tonight.”

“How will we get through them.”

“I haven’t figured that out yet, we need to create a disturbance that will draw them away, give us a chance to escape.”

“You have to leave, now!” The priest shouted from the shadows, he stepped into view, no longer the submissive, diminutive, type.  Now he was assertive, his voice confident, full of the conviction of his belief.

“He doesn’t want you here any longer.”

“Who doesn’t want us here?” Window said, turning on the priest who refused to be intimidated.

The priest pointed at the statue, “he lives. He is the embodiment of Christ and he only allows those who believe to be in his presence.”

“That’s not how I was taught,” Meat said.

“And you see where it got him,” the priest shot back, “this is the dawn of a new age, his second coming, and only those willing to submit to him will be forgiven.”


To be continued!


The four boys featured in this story appear in my post apocalyptic coming of age series available from Amazon.



Book one
 ALL ROADS LEAD TO TERROR
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