Friday, October 31, 2014

Snarkology Halloween Hop: A BAR STORY by Melissa Snark #Giveaway




Welcome to the Snarkology's Halloween Blog Hop. We have 60 author blogs participating this year so there are many opportunities to enter to win one of the hopwide grand prizes. Most blogs are offering individual prizes also. Follow the Linked List at the bottom of this post!

Leave a comment below for a chance to win a signed paperback of HUNGER MOON. A winner will be chosen at random on Nov. 1st. (Shipping restricted to continental U.S.)

Please enter the Raffletoper at the bottom of the post for a chance to win the hop-wide grand prize.

For your reading pleasure, I'd like to present a spooky Halloween short story. Enjoy! 


A BAR STORY by Melissa Snark



The gangly youth scurried on long legs and too-big feet. He stumbled on a cracked tile, but righted himself. Shoulders squared, Daniel Hollar ran a hand through his long orange hair, finger combing the frizzy mess. Hundreds of freckles peppered his pale face, and his green eyes were bright behind wire-rimmed glasses. He slapped on a polite smile for the middle-aged man crouched on a stool at the end of the L-shaped bar.
The customer's arms rested on the counter, the diamond frame forming a protective barrier about the shot glass cradled between his hands. Sweat bullets lined the man's blotchy red forehead. A scraggly crown of damp hair stuck to the collar of his white dress shirt. His gut overhung belted dark trousers. He wore a clean gold band on his left ring finger and his clothing was made from fine fabric.
 "Evenin', sir. What's your poison?"
The customer's lips bowed into a fearsome grin, revealing yellowed teeth. A hint of jaundice touched the sclera of his eyes. "Belladonna," he said softly. "Oh deadly nightshade, beautiful woman."
"Wha– Sorry?" Daniel dipped his head, trying to make out the man's words, and got a good whiff. A malignant scent circled the man like a coiled serpent, the combined cologne of booze, cigarettes, and body odor. Gagging, he jerked back and turned his head to the side.
The man lifted his shot glass in a toast. "If you prick us, do we not bleed? If you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you poison us, do we not die? And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?"
Daniel's eyes bulged. What a total nut! Biting his lower lip, he spoke at a pace suited to fools and madmen. "I'm sorry? Would you like something to drink?"
"Jack."
"Daniel. Pleased to meet you." He stuck forward his hand, held straight out and rigid.
Wicked humor lit the man's gray eyes. He refused the proffered hand. "Jack Daniels. Neat. Leave the bottle."
"Oh." Cheeks burning, Daniel fumbled through the booze on the back wall until he located the correct bottle. He poured the man's drink, sloshing amber liquid over the rim of the shot glass.
The customer dug into his pocket, extracted his wallet, and deposited a hundred dollar bill on the bar.
"You want change?"
"Nah, just put it toward my tab."
"Yes, sir." Daniel retreated to stand beside his boss.
Patrick Whalen, a grizzled Irishman and owner of the Albatross Tavern, was known as Twitch by the hardened sea-faring locals who frequented the Portsmouth, Maine wharf side bar.
The youth shoved his hands into the pocket of his navy windbreaker, striving to appear nonchalant. He tipped his head toward the customer. "Odd duck, that one."
Twitch's round head rolled on the long stalk of his neck toward the end of the bar. The old man's eyelid pulled in a constant facial tic–wink wink wink. His stretched taut in a sardonic smile. "Arrogant bastard, ain't he, Danny me boy? But he pays his tab 'n comes in regular, so I ain't got no problems with him."
Doing his best to appear disinterested, Daniel picked up a white rag and wiped down the scratched oaken bar counter. He cast a surreptitious glance down the length of the bar. "Who is he?"
"That?" Twitch tilted his head. "That's Jack. Jack Thorn. He's a local author. Horror fic, like that King fella."
"Is he famous?"
"Meybe. Yer an English major, ain'tcha?"
"Yeah, but I've never heard of him."
The old man sniggered and picked up the ice bucket, limping toward the machine. "His stories got less cursin', so I reckon that makes him more of a literary figure."
Too curious to resist temptation, the young man trailed Twitch, hoping to glean more information.
"Are his books movies?"
Twitch shot Daniel a long look as if considering him a moron. He sneered. "Course not.  His books are books. Movies is movies. The one ain't got nuthin' to do with the other. Everyone with a lick o' sense knows that."
Wink wink wink…
Daniel hung his head. "Sorry."
Twitch slapped him on the back, knocking him off his feet. "Don't worry your wee head 'bout it. Ain't your fault that you're greener than the titties on a leprechaun."
The boy's face lit like wildfire, drawing another cackle from the old man. Cursing the pale complexion that went with his ginger hair, Daniel tried and failed to keep his speculative gaze averted from Jack Thorn.
The author sat twisted on his stool, engaged in an animated conversation with the empty seat beside him. There was no one else at the bar in either direction.
Twitch filled the ice bucket to the brim and thrust the container into the boy's hands. "Here, go dump this in the bin. My leg is achin' somethin' fierce."
Obediently, the young man trotted to the ice machine. He emptied the bucket, and returned to fill it again. "Who's he talking to?"
"That one's crazy as a loon." Leaning forward, Twitch tapped his temple and spoke in a hushed voice. "Talks to himself 'n lives all alone in a big house out on the promontory."
Jack Thorn's disquieting gray eyes pinned him. A chill tore through Daniel's soul. He averted his gaze and swallowed convulsively, Adam's apple bobbing. "I've seen it."
The old man's thin lips stretched to reveal cracked, yellow teeth. Wink wink wink… "Jack over there used to have a wife and daughter. Wife was a real beauty and the little girl was an angel. Four years old with blond pigtails and big blue eyes…"
Daniel shivered. He dropped the scoop back into the ice machine and closed the flap. "What happened to them?"
"They ain't been seen for years. Some says they left him, others that he killed 'em. There was a police investigation, but no bodies ever been found. No one knows."
Daniel leaned in so close the old man's sour breath scoured his nostrils. "What do you think happened?"
Twitch's predatory smile swelled. He threw up clawed hands and shouted, "He ate 'em!"
Heart slamming against his breast, Daniel leapt backward. He dropped the bucket and ice cubes scattered across the floor. His foot slipped on the wetness and his knees locked. He slammed his elbow against the counter. Sharp pain lanced through his entire arm.
Twitch roared with laughter.
Humiliation stung Daniel's pride worse than his injured elbow. A cold sweat broke out across his body. Staggering, he retreated toward the bathroom, heading toward the smirking author.
Jack Thorn grabbed the boy's arm as he stumbled past, his ghoulish face leering at him. "They tasted real good!"


Leave a comment below for a chance to win a signed paperback of HUNGER MOON. A winner will be chosen at random on Nov. 1st. (Shipping restricted to continental U.S.) If the winner is International, then an ebook copy will be offered as an alternative.








Please enter the Raffletoper for a chance to win the hop-wide grand prize.




60 comments:

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    1. Jana,
      You're welcome! Thank you for commenting. :)

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  2. Great story and thanks for putting together this blog hop! Trick or treat and happy halloween to all!

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    1. Katie,
      Thank you for dropping by! Happy Halloween! :-)

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  3. Hunger Moon sounds like a great read that I'd enjoy reading. Thanks for the opportunity!

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    1. Kathleen,
      Delighted to have you stop by and comment! Thank you so much! :)

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    2. Kathleen Nichols,
      Congratulations! You're the winner of my giveaway for a signed paperback copy of Hunger Moon. Please contact me with a mailing addy where I can send your prize.

      melissasnark at gmail.com

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  4. Great story (Perhaps I shouldn't have read it just before going to bed though! :) ) Happy Halloween everyone - and thanks for all the hard work putting this Blog Hop together, Melissa.

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    1. Lyn, Happy Halloween to you! And thank you so much for participating! I'm thrilled with the turn out this year. :)

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  5. Great story! Hunger Moon sounds like a great book! Happy Halloween and thanks for all the hard work put into the hop!

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    1. Brandy,
      You're welcome and thank you for joining the hop and stopping by! Happy Halloween. :-)

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  6. Great story, really enjoyed it. Happy Halloween!

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    1. Jean,
      Thank you and Happy Halloween to you also. :-)

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  7. This was a wonderful story. Great giveaway!

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    1. Ash,
      Thank you and best of luck in the drawings! Happy Halloween! :-)

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  8. Thank you for the giveaway! Great story.

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    1. Ashley,
      Happy Halloween! Thank you for dropping by and commenting. :)

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  9. I was sucked into The Bar Story. Fantastic writing.

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    1. Lori,
      Thank you! That's wonderful to hear. I'm thrilled you enjoyed it. :-)

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  10. Looking forward to more...always more ! I have a bottomless brain :-)

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    1. Donna,
      Same here! I never get enough of books. Thank you for dropping by and best of luck in the drawings. :-)

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  11. I look forward to reading your book and keep up the great work.

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    1. Robyn,
      Thank you for stopping by! Happy Halloween!

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    1. Lori,
      You're welcome! Thank you for dropping in!

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  13. Thank you for the opportunity to win a copy of Hunger Moon! Happy Halloween!

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    1. Linda,
      Good luck and thank you! Have a great Halloween!

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  14. Thanks for everything, Melissa! I love the cover of your book - am going to vote on it now.

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    1. Thank you Gemma! I appreciate your vote. :)

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  15. Thank you for sharing the story :)

    Morganlafey86(at)aol(dot)com

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  16. Thanks for organizing the hop! Really enjoyed the excerpt.

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  17. That was a great short. Look forward to reading Hunger Moon. Thanks Dee w.

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  18. Nice story

    bn100candg at hotmail dot com

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  19. Great short story, Melissa!! Happy Halloween! ^,__,^

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    1. Thanks Brenda! Happy Halloween to you too!

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  20. This is why I love blog hops. I get to meet so many awesome authors! Thanks for the short story and for the chance at winning one of your books ;)
    JoannaM
    annaoj (dot) mortes (at) gmail (dot) com

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    1. MsAwesome,
      LOL I love your user name! Thank so much for dropping by. Happy Halloween. :-)

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  21. That's fantastic- really enjoyed it!

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  22. :) That was fun--and what a great story!

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  23. loved the short story

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  24. Spooky story! Great little read for Halloween! And thanks for putting together the hop!

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    1. You're welcome! Thank you for dropping by! :-)

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  25. Kathleen Nichols,
    Congratulations! You're the winner of my giveaway for a signed paperback copy of Hunger Moon. Please contact me with a mailing addy where I can send your prize.

    melissasnark at gmail.com

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