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AVAILABLE NOW! 100RPM (One Hundred Short Stories Inspired by Music)

Hey Everyone!

Check it out! 100 RPM (100 Short Stories Inspired by Music) is available today! I’m so honoured to have my story included in this anthology and am so proud to be amongst the company of so many talented writers.

All authors, publishers, editors and cover designers have donated their time for this anthology, as every dollar goes to One In Four, a charity that helps those who have been victims of abuse. So buy a copy why don’t you? It’s perhaps the best collection of short stories I have ever read.

You can get a copy here:  http://www.amazon.com/100-RPM-Hundred-Inspired-ebook/dp/B0087IOCIS/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1338453885&sr=1-1

Even cooler, why not listen to all the songs that inspired the stories? Though there is a playlist within the book, here’s a YouTube playlisting so you can listen to all the songs first, or listen to the song while the story is playing. Your choice!

http://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLF375A0F9807A05C8

Either way, get yourself a copy of an excellent book And some cool music, all for less than a coffee at Starbucks! Awesome!

The link again to buy a copy is here if you’re in Canada or the US:

 http://www.amazon.com/100-RPM-Hundred-Inspired-ebook/dp/B0087IOCIS/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1338453885&sr=1-1

And you can click here if your in the UK:

https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0087IOCIS

AND, here’s a link to the lovely Caroline’s blog where she blogs about the whole process for 100RPM:

http://www.carolinesmailes.co.uk/publishing-100-rpm

AND you can check out the FaceBook page where there’s lots of links and goodies:

https://www.facebook.com/100RPM

So what are you waiting for? Got your copy yet? Read something wonderful and do something wonderful at the same time! Woohoo!

100 RPM - 100 Short Stories Inspired by Music

I’m so thrilled to be part of the upcoming anthology titled 100 RPM: 100 Short Stories Inspired by Music. The neat thing is that the stories are also all 100 words. I just love the play on words and music title. 

If you want to read my story titled The Shadows of Death, you can view it here: http://jamiesonwolf.tumblr.com/post/15396886219/the-shadows-of-death-a-100-word-short-story

My short story was inspired by the song My Body’s a Zombie for You by the band Dead Man’s Bones. Why did this song inspire that story? Well, the song talked about how love can make your mind and body numb, how love can make you do crazy things for the one you are in love with. It is also a song about lost love. 

And with Zombie in the title of the song, I had my inspiration. I love Dead Man’s Bones, but My Body’s A Zombie for You is by Dead Man’s Bones is my fave off of the album. There’s just something so hauntingly Gothic and beautiful about the song, indeed the whole album. 

But more than that, I urge and implore you to get a copy of 100 RPM when it is released tomorrow. It’ll be available from Amazon for $0.99. You’ll be getting my story plus 99 other amazing stories, along with a playlist of all the songs that inspired the stories. 

How cool is that? Not only do you get a new playlist to try out on your iPod, you also get 100 short stories written by some of the most talented writers I’ve ever had the pleasure to read. And all that for less than a cup of coffee! How totally cool is that? 

AND, here’s the kicker: ALL the proceeds from the sale of the book go to charity! A very important one called One in Four who help people who have survived abuse. All of the authors, editors, cover artists and the publisher donated their time and their stories to a good cause. 

Won’t you take a spin through 100 RPM? It’s available tomorrow! For now, learn more here: https://www.facebook.com/100RPM

Now spin it right round, baby, right round, like a record player, right round, right round…

Bus Babies - A Poem

The girls are

fairly young, perhaps

sixteen or seventeen,

around that age.

They are carrying

baby carriers, it is

the third day in a row

that I’ve seen them.

They ride the bus

up front, always

talking, chit chatting,

about themselves.

Today, the woman

across from them

points

to the baby carriers,

her finger making

a sharp and deliberate

jab

into the air.

When I was in high school, we used an egg. Are they those life like ones that have the chip inside of them and make them cry?

The girls look at

the older woman.

They take her in.

I wonder what they

will say to her,

how they will

respond.

To my surprise,

and the shock of

everyone else on

the bus, the girls

respond to the

older woman with

polite, happy voices.

Yeah. We have to take parenting, its mandatory now.

In my day, that course was optional.

No, you have to take it now, as one of your electives, the other girl says.

You having an okay time with them? You’re awfully young to be carrying babies, pretend or otherwise. They keep you up at night?

Yeah. The first girl again. It’s hard when you have to get up at night and rock them and shit.

Her skin blushes

a bright pink

at the word,

her innocence

convincing,

her sincerity

sincere.

One is blond

and the other

is brunette. Other

than their hair,

they could be

sisters.

The other spoke,

the blond one,

her voice softer

this time, almost

contemplative.

Yeah, one of our friends accidentally killed her baby by dropping it a few times and once she dropped it in the bath tub and left it there. It fried the internal chip, so she just went and bought a new one and no one ever knew.

She takes a

moment to consider

this thought, her

eyes far away

and somewhat dreamy.

She’s going to make such a great mother.

The older woman

looked at her

with a shocked

silence so loud

that I have

trouble

breathing.