Artie, the Time Traveling Chimp, was walking with an obvious limp. I asked, “What’s the matter?”, as he collapsed on a chair, with a clatter. “I crashed my machine. You know the one I mean. I was traveling through space, at an incredible pace. Time didn’t exist, and was not even missed. When, quick as […]
Our Favorite Furry Chris The Story Reading Ape got a banana for each interview question!!!!
There can be hardly anybody left on WordPress who is not familiar with the logo above, or has not heard of Chris, the Story Reading Ape. Chris runs a promotional platform here on WordPress, and publishes valuable information and advice for Indie authors like myself. Today for a change I thought I’d turn the spotlight around so that you can all find out a little bit more about Chris, the Story Reading Ape.
Thanks Chris, for answering my 20 questions!
- You say you’re not an author, but have you ever thought of writing a short story, poem or novel?
Yes I have posted several (very) short stories, you can find them under TSRA TALES in my blog NAVIGATION Tab ( http://thestoryreadingapeblog.com/blog-navigation/tsra-tales/ )
- Whereabouts in the world do you live?
I currently live in Manchester, England, but I don’t originate from there (big furry pointy fanged grin)
- What made you decide to champion the Indie author?
In December 2012…
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Great information from Chris The Story Reading Ape!!
A Halloween Short Story from Chris The Story Reading Ape!!
A short story by Chris Graham
The light of the full moon reflected off the stark branches of the ancient oak, dead for the past six centuries, yet still standing, brooding alone on the hilltop.
A sweet looking young girl child with long curly blonde tresses stood, tied securely in front of it, the moonlight making her appear ghostlike as it shone onto her pale face and long white nightdress.
She was looking towards the village she had been brought from, each cottage showing candlelit windows surrounded by interwoven strands of garlic and a large consecrated wooden cross nailed to their doors.
As the last toll of the church midnight bell echoed into silence, she heard the first distant howl, then another, louder one in answer.
They were coming.
She had been discovered lost and abandoned in the nearby woods just the day before, so the village elders selected her to…
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