Archive for February, 2014

Excerpt from Undying Trickster

Now this is the last of my complete and unpublished short stories.  It is ready to go up but I am stuck on my cover for this.  I am hoping I will come up with something good this week so I can be all caught up and go on to my other projects.

This tale is about a body thief and of course Death.  I don’t know why it seems to be giving me trouble coming up with a cover but well this happens right?  I have had so much fun writing my Death stories but I think maybe I am a little burned out on them.  After all this will be the fifteenth one!  That is a lot of shorts right?  And yes sometime this summer I will be combining them into one book.  Fifteen is a lot of short stories and some are doing better than the others in the reader world.

Okay here is the opening to this tale.


Undying Trickster

A Death Walks Through short story

By Lisa Williamson

“No!  I refuse!”

Death stood with a lifted brow.  Most wanted to move on but came stuck.  A simple nudge helped them move past and onward.  This woman was one of the angry ones.

“Why?” he asked, his oddly hollow voice echoing in the dark room.


She turned, the long fan of dark hair floating around her.  “I am not supposed to be here.  That bitch stole my form, forced me out.”  The anger crackled in the dim space that they stood in.  Her eyes held the glow of the righteous.  Something Death had seen many times over the years.

There were always a few who claimed they were ousted by another soul.  In all the centuries of his existence he had only met a handful that were truly pushed from their living body by forces other than nature.  He leaned back against a wall that was not there, crossed his arms and looked over the soul before him.

It was true that she held more definition than the other ghosts he helped.  If it had not been for the fact that they were standing in the realm between life and death he would say she was alive.  There was nothing wavering, lost or washed out about this woman.

Flicking his thumb he lit a cheroot and narrowed his eyes.  There, faintly behind her, was the silver cord that attached the living to their bodies.  Those 2who spirit walked had strong cords, those truly dead had no cord.  This cord was thick and pulsing with energy but with some type of clamp attached to it.  He stepped around the woman and walked its length.

As he neared the clamp the whoosh of feathers filled the quite.  “You overstep your bounds.  Release this soul.”

Death looked up and shook his head with a sigh.  “Not me holding her, Angel.”


So once I get a cover figured out this tale will go up.  Anyone interested?

Excerpts from three soon to be published shorts

Yup I am busy publishing those backlogged stories.  Today I put up Secrets Can Be Deadly an Cha-cha-changes.  That gets Magic and Nightmares up to five tales in total, which is cool.  I have three more Death Walks Through Tales to go up and well that number is a lot more.  I have eleven up all ready, so this will bring that series up to fourteen!  Crazy don’t you think?  The tales are on the sad side this time around.  Here are the first pages of each tale


Okay this first one is written a bit different for me.  I have the story going back and forth between two views…

I Can’t Love you Anymore

A Death Walks Through short story

By Lisa Williamson




That night we fought, what about I cannot remember.  Something stupid I am sure, something that really did not matter but now it does.  When you left, slamming your way out the door, I stood in shock.  It took me too long to move and by then it was too late.  You drove off into the sunset in that old pickup with the missing tailgate.


You reached the road by the time I ran out the door but that did not stop me from running after you.  I know I thought if you saw me in the rearview you would stop and we could talk it out.  That I could say I was sorry, that I trusted you but you were all ready gone.


I went back inside, thought I would grab my keys and follow you.  After all there were only a few places you would go.  I knew if we just let ourselves cool down and talk we would go back to that special place that was just us.  No one telling us we were wrong for each other or that we should just move on.


By the time I got my keys and got into my car it was too late.  You were more upset than you let on.  They said you weren’t paying attention, that you didn’t see it coming and that it was instant.  So I should not feel the pain?  They had no idea that it was all my fault.


The police wouldn’t let me see you, kept me back as they brought you out.  Too bad they just did not leave me along.  I saw the sheet draped form as they slid you into the van.  The ring on your hand glinted in the blood red sun and I dropped to the ground, crying out your name.


The funeral was hard.  The world should have stopped but it didn’t.  The sky should have rained down like the tears on my cheeks, but the sun shone.  I stood there longer than even your family, was there when they lowered you into the ground.  My brother had to drag me away back to the home we shared.


This next one is a bit more depressing but again I wanted to show a soul taking that final step…

No more the smiles

A Death Walks Through short story

by Lisa Williamson


Sighing, she turned from the window and went to bed. There was little reason to wait up. No one was coming, for no one really cared. The long hours alone were all she had to look forward to, for no one would be coming to her. No one wanted to hold her close, not for real. They looked to her for comfort, for wisdom and for someone to care for them, but when she asked for a little in return she got nothing, and nothing was what she expected.


Slipping out of the clothes she wore in the day, she slipped on a simple shirt. It was large and soft, old and thin from many washings. Though it could no possibly hold the scent anymore, she inhaled softly, her eyes closed. Once it belonged to one she thought loved her, thought cared if she existed, but now she knew better. The sad smile crossed her features as she lay once more in the large and empty bed.


A single prayer sent up for what, she had no idea. Maybe it was a chance or maybe just for a little peace, she didn’t care. She knew her days would never change. For it wasn’t her fate. Her fate was to serve and give, that was all.


And this third one  started out life as a totally different tale.  More a cursed fantasy tale but the characters took the tale in their teeth and it went a different way…

If The Shadows Could Speak

a Death Walks Through short story

By Lisa Williamson


She tossed and turned, dreams haunting what little sleep she had found.  Nothing could hold them back other than the sleeping pill lying on the table by the bed.  Opening her eyes she sighed and once more reached for the crutch.  The thing that let her have just enough sleep to function in the daylight hours.


Dry swallowing the bitter pill, she lay back and waited for it to take effect.  She hated the feeling that stole over her body, that dizzying loss of control.  If only she could sleep naturally but that little comfort had been taken away from her a month before, on the day he left, never to return.


She felt her eyes growing heavy and like every night her eyes slid toward her door.   The shadows were the deepest there, away from the windows.  She whispered, almost too softly for herself to hear.  “Goodnight, beloved.”  Her eyes slid shut, as her mind told her that the shadows nodded.




Watching her from the corner, he sighed inside the hood of shadows.  He was saddened by her state.  It was entirely his fault, he knew that.  If had had stayed, if he had paid attention to her fears, they would be lying together but in his arrogance he had not listened.


Sighing softly he stepped toward her, the shadows moving with him.  A month before life had been easy, had been normal.  Yes, he admitted, there had been odd moments but their life was closer to perfection than he had ever thought possible.   Now it was shattered past all mending.


I have one more Death Walks Through tale to make a cover for but I am stuck on what to do for Undying Tricksters.  I will put it up once I figure it out.

Cover and excerpt….cha-cha-changes

This came from a comment on one of my discussion boards.  We were talking about pop music and my mind went to pop music magic…and a weird story was born.  Soon to be put for sale but here is the cover and a bit of the tale

changes  Had fun with this one for sure.


“Five hundred years can make the commonplace into something out of myths.  What science can’t understand could very well be magic.”  Dissertation on magic and music by Professor Mark Carlisle




“Really, David, where did you get this crackpot idea?”


David grumbled as he looked over his shoulder at his friend and classmate Charlie.  The tall, gawky redhead was always full of snide comments.  Why he asked to follow David on his little expedition he had not idea.  Better yet, why had David said yes?  “It isn’t a crackpot idea.  Marjorie said that Prof Carlisle taught a whole course about how bards from the time used songs to do all kinds of things.


“Like what?” Charlie leaned back against one of the crumbling old tombstones.  He buffed his nails against the psuedo-leather of his jacket, hiding a smile.  “Really magic was only found in movies back in the 20th and 21st centuries.  There were no mages or bards during the Age of Rationalism.”


David shook his head and whipped out a small archaic notebook and flipped to a page in the center.  “According to research done by Professor Carlisle and his assistants there is plenty of evidence of Pop Music Magic in the records.  From one singer becoming rich by calling down “Diamonds” to the common attraction spell of “Do You Think I’m Sexy?” I have hundreds of examples here.”



Well that is enough for now.  Time to work on the four Death Walks Through covers I need to do.

Cover and excerpt from When Winter Comes Roaring

Yup I haven’t done this in a bit.  Now that my desktop is working correctly I can do excerpts again!  First lets show you what I have for the cover.

winter-comes  Another of my photographs is the what I used for the background.  When you live in Canada you can get a lot of really awesome winter shots of course.  Does this feel cold enough for you?  Well this is a fun little tale with my take on Jack Frost even!  Not sure if I will be listing this has horror, fantasy or faery tale.  Well here is the excerpt!


In the darkness the snow fell slowly.  The quiet of the deep night and snow held the world in a hush that was suddenly broken by a single note.  Once the note drifted off to silence there was a rustle of cloth and a slither as the snow parted.  It was midwinter night and the moon rode high in the sky.


Midwinter, the longest night of the year, held a magic all its own.  On this one night magic was set loose and secret beings awaken for that one night of wonder and mischief.  Fires are banked in homes large and small or so they used to be in the times gone by.  In the turning of the wheel of the year many legends had come and gone and those who kept to the old ways grew less and less.




Jackie looked about before he slipped from his hidey-hole.  Winter had come late this year but it seemed that the storm overhead was doing its best to make up for being late.  He shook his head and sighed.  While the humans blamed him for winter he was just in charge of the frost that decorated their windows with lace.  He was the herald of the end of the growing season, telling them to get their harvests in before Father Winter woke up.  Well this year he woke up with a vengeance.


Sliding across the thin layer of ice, Jackie went from home to home.  Inside most of them he could see families tucked up with their heat cranked high, modern things that kept them warm even on the coldest day but he had a feeling that would not help them soon.  Father Winter was angry, he could feel it.


Humanity had been ignoring the world, in their self-absorbed way, for far too long in the view of most elementals.  Destruction followed wherever they went and the natural world was swiftly tilting out of true.  Mother Earth was slowly returning to her winter slumber and darker beings would control the face of the world they shared.  Jackie knew that if Father Winter had his way the world would be plunged into a long ice age that would kill off the pests that infested his realm.


Jackie though liked the humans.  He played with the young ones, teased the newly adult young women and planted beauty on the windows of the homes he passed.  While he was a part of Father Winter’s court, it was that time between autumn and winter that he truly lived.  When the sun would break through the cold darkness and make the frosty paintings he left sparkle that was his favorite time.


Sliding around a long bend in the road he slowed down.  Here was a tiny hamlet; a small grouping of homes where it seemed time had skipped lightly over them.  This handful of houses could have been lifted up and dropped into place a hundred years ago and they would still fit.  They all huddled together about a central park that was properly prepared for the upcoming winter weather.  Draped in soft tinsel and handmade ornaments they villagers were obviously looking forward to the coming winter holiday.  This was where he wanted to be but not quite.  There was one more home that was set away from the park, a short distance down the road.  That one house set back and away from the rest of this little hamlet was somehow brighter and cozier than the other homes in this village.

Making covers

As I have put up a number of the covers I have made you readers know I like to make fun covers.  As of now I am starting a business.   So many cover designers are charging up to three hundred dollars for their coves and in my opinion that is too much for the average indie author.

So if any of you are authors and want a nice cover for your books, you can contact me and as the banner says my prices are really reasonable.