Bleeding Ink – A Collection of Dark Tales Available on Smashwords

 60  dark tales by 40 authors – from short stories to poetry – this collection offers something  for everyone!

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Ever Yours,

The Ink Babes

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Bleeding Ink Author Spotlight – Robert Lee Frazier

Welcome Devourers of Decadent Dark Tales to the Author Spotlight

Robert Lee Frazier has been writing stories and poems for over ten years. He is currently working on a novel and a set of weird sketches based on paintings by Hieronymus Bosch. Frazier has never boasted graduating from a distinguished art school. Follow his authorial tribulations on his blog www.robertleefrazier.com

Bleeding Ink Tale – Rob Pernell’s Tale

Ink Babes: Welcome to the spotlight, Robert. Please tell us a little bit about yourself.

RLF: I’m an author of numerous published short stories, poems, and even an odd essay. When not immersed in the world of writing (i.e. my day job) I’m a baker by profession. You can keep up with my authorial daring-do at www.robertleefrazier.com
 
Ink Babes: What sparked the idea for your Bleeding Ink tale?
RLF: This tale is part of an unpublished story-collection titled Strange Season. After I created the character Rob Pernell, I’d been looking for an opportunity to tell his back-story.
 
Ink Babes: Rob Pernell gets quite a fright in his dark tale. We’re wondering if you have a fear of anything unusual?
RLF: I’m not sure it’s unusual, but all my life I’ve had a dread fear of burning to death in a fire. Perhaps, this is why I got rid of my antagonists the way I did?
 
Ink Babes:  Haha! Clever! Robert, tell us, what are you reading at the moment?
RLF: I am reading Christopher Moore’s book Sacre Bleu. He is one of my all-time favorite authors. I highly recommend this, and all of his other works. He is one of the few authors who can make me laugh out-loud while reading.
 
Ink Babes: Love those LOL moments! What are you working on now?
RLF: I’m working on a strange short story titled Lordess of the Small Things. It combines the reunion of a woman with tiny creatures from her childhood, and the controversial Hill Top Mining Method. I don’t know if it will change attitudes concerning this destructive mining practice but, I hope it makes readers stop and think.
 
Ink Babes: If you could have dinner with one person, dead or alive, who would it be and why?
RLF: Ray Bradbury. His life and work was such an inspiration to me. He is dearly missed.
 
Ink Babes: Yes, missed by many. Thank you so much for stepping into the spotlight, Robert. Before we say au revoir, is there anything that you would like to say to our Bleeding Ink readers?
RLF: Yes, buy this anthology. The reading community needs to support publishing ventures like Bleeding Ink.

If you haven’t read our anthology and would like a chance to win a copy, please comment below.

Ever Yours,

The Ink Babes

Bleeding Ink Author Spotlight – J.A. Campbell

Welcome Dark Fiction Fans to the Bleeding Ink Author Spotlight

J. A Campbell writes fantasy novels. When Julie is not out riding her horse, she can usually be found sitting in front of her computer with a cat on her lap and her dog at her side.

Bleeding Ink Tales – By Full Moon’s Light and Roses for the Devil.

Ink Babes: Welcome Julie! Great to have you join the Ink Babes today. Would you tell us a little bit about yourself.

JAC: I’m pretty normal I think… er, wait a minute. Nope, not… I write, I ride horses and I play and do recreational herding with my dog. That’s me. Sometimes I see my friends and I have a day job. I love the outdoors and I’m happiest when I’m in the country or the mountains and writing.
Ink Babes: Sounds wonderful. With all that inspiration around you, what sparked the idea for your Bleeding Ink tales?

By Full Moon’s Light started as my playing around with the idea that one of Kat’s best friends is a vampire hunter… what happens when he finds out what she is? How does he find out, since she’s pretty careful? I was playing with those ideas when this story came about.

I honestly can’t remember how I thought of Roses for the Devil. It’s related to other stories me and a friend have cowritten in that world. I think I wanted to write a story about deadly roses.

Ink Babes: Do you have a fear of anything unusual, Julie?
JAC: Only if you count mealworms as an unusual fear. *shudders*

Ink Babes: Eww! Haha, I think many readers would be shuddering along with you! 

Tell us what genre you love to write?

JAC: I love Fantasy, all forms of it. To me Fantasy includes horror, urban fantasy, high fantasy, steampunk, all of those and more. My favorite stories blend elements from all the genres, though I do tend to write darker tales. I’m mean to my main characters.

Ink Babes: We love writers who don’t hold back. What about your writing routine? Do you do anything strange or quirky?

JAC: Mostly it involves sitting at my desk and tea. Tea is key, if I’m having a hard time focusing, I get a cup of tea. It’s almost like a trigger for my brain to get into writing mode.

Ink Babes:  What are you working on now?

JAC: My list is intimidating. The short version is: Edits on a Steampunk called Serpent Queen that I hope to have out this fall, Edits on several Doc stories, the next Clanless Novel (Senior Year Bites was the first), Line edits on Summer Break Blues – the second Clanless novel, a short story submission to an anthology… yeah, that’s the short list.

Ink Babes: That is intimidating and fantastic! We’ll make sure to update everyone with release dates. Thanks for stepping into the spotlight, Julie!

You can find out more about Julie’s books at www.writerjacampbell.com

The winner from those who commented on our last spotlight was Katherine Bird!

Please comment for a chance to win a copy of Bleeding Ink – A Collection of Dark Tales.

Ever Yours,

The Ink Babes

Enter 2012

Ten…nine…eight… 

Michael watched intently as the crystal orb ascended from the depths.   With each faint moonbeam that reached it, it began to glow. It was so beautiful. Finally, humans would learn what Area 51 was really all about.

Seven…six…five… 

Nearly at the surface now. Soon, so very soon. Hundreds of researchers, government officials and security members stood gazing at it in wonder. And why wouldn’t they be drinking in the last vision they’d ever see. It was only right that it should be something of such ethereal brilliance.

Four…three…two…

Now miles high, it floated in place until the power of the full moon set it on fire. Every single sparkling facet now beheld its own individual flame. Billions, upon billions. So massive, yet so intricate. No man could have made this. No mere mortal could have ever even dreamed it. Michael had spent centuries wondering how humans could be so willing to believe in the ridiculous, yet remain so blind to the obvious.

ONE. 

The ball exploded. A flame shot to every beating heart. The earth was daylight everywhere now.

Here at Bleeding Ink Anthology, we love a darkling. Even a New Years Eve tale twisted into something unexpected. If you have stories, poetry, or flash fiction with a dark edge, a supernatural theme, or something just downright scary, we welcome you to submit it to our anthology.

We know you have something important to say, so send in a darkling of your very own.

Happy New Year, and Ever Yours

The Ink Babes

Deliciously Dark Christmas

Morning light shines across the floor with the promise of a new day. Christmas morning. You jump out of bed and rush down the stairs, eager to open the gifts from that brilliant woman you’ve been dating the past eight months. Well, her, and several others on the side. Still hooked on those late night booty calls, but what the hell. You’re a man with needs. And, what she doesn’t know, won’t kill her.

You glance out the window on your way down the stairs, half expecting to see a new Mercedes in the driveway. After all, she can afford it.

It doesn’t matter that her job as a scientific technologist gives you the creeps sometimes, aside from that she’s a trophy girlfriend who makes all your friends envious of you. The added fact that her parents could buy a small country and feed it doesn’t hurt either. Yes, she’s a keeper, you think. But, as smart as she seems, she’s not too bright about catching on to your shenanigans.

Sasha pours coffee, then brings you one, and sips on her own. A crooked little smile escapes her lips. You’re bouncing on the couch like you did when you were a kid, waiting for mom and dad to hand you the gifts. You know she went all out. She’s been generous since the first date, paying for every date, showering you with gifts frequently. It’s a lifestyle you could get used to, and have done many times in the past.

You pass Sasha her first gift. An oversized sweater. She frowns, yet thanks you for it. You give her a beautifully wrapped gift which she opens. A dress. Three sizes too big. She furrows her eyebrows. She doesn’t get your sense of humour at all. She’s far too serious.

Wait…you pass her another gift. “I have something that will fit you,” you say. She opens it. It’s a ring. Her eyes light up.

“Yes!” She says, without you asking the big question. But, as you look into her eyes, you see something different in her expression.

She hands you a gift. It’s a flat box.You rip the beautiful paper and ribbon off without hesitation, wondering what she bought you. Tissue paper covers what’s inside, and you pull it out haphazardly. Pictures fall out onto the floor. You and many of your late night encounters captured in full colour and enlarged. Your mouth drops open. Sasha’s grin widens.

You stutter, attempting to explain your behaviour, but at this point you’ve been caught and there’s no way out. Too late for lies now. She’s smarter than you gave her credit for. You’re stomach turns and you think you may have to actually work for a living rather than living off the wealthy women you’ve gone through during the past seven years. Pre-nups suck when the marriage ends.

“It’s okay,” she says. “This is a fresh start for both of us.”

And the smile returns to her face. She passes another gift. He accepts the small box with sounds inside that rattle when he shakes it in his hand. Keys perhaps? He notices a lock on the box, and unlocks it. He glances at her sheepishly, then returns to opening it. Wounds still fresh from the discovery of his escapades.

He lifts the lid on the red box, his eyes light up expecting something expensive, then fear crosses his face. Crawling out of the box, several small mechanical spiders spring forth on him, crawling quickly up his arms, stabbing him randomly with venomous needles. He’s frozen in his seat. His eyes roll back in their sockets, and he’s paralyzed where he sits. His once beautiful face and body is now covered in red blotches and sores.

The spiders return to the box and Sasha locks them up and stuffs the box in her Louis Vitton bag. She stares at him for a moment, watching his once young body wither and wrinkle.

“You won’t remember a thing,” she says. “But, you’ll never be the man you once were.” She slides her hands into long black leather gloves. “A gift from me to women everywhere.”

He remains frozen in his spot, the process continuing to work its poison through his system. His face starts to droop on the right side, and Sasha grins.

“Merry Christmas to all…” Sasha slides the Rolex off his wrist and tucks it into her bag before she heads out the door.

Here at Bleeding Ink Anthology, we love the deliciously dark. Even at Christmas a lovely tale twisted into something dark and sinister can happen and can make a wonderful story. If you have stories, poetry, or flash fiction with a dark edge, a supernatural theme, or something just downright scary, we’d love to read it, and possibly include it in our anthology.

We are accepting submissions. You know you have something important to say, otherwise you wouldn’t be reading this. Send us your chilling, dark, bloodthirsty, or supernatural tales today.

Ever yours,

The Ink Babes

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