My first-ever published book, Storyland Chronicles (recently updated and rebooted with a bonus chapter), is free to download until Monday, March 30 at midnight. It’s a post-apoc about dragons and vampires and fairytale monsters. Bluebeard gets a cameo, Baba Yaga gets a cameo, and of course there are zombies because what’s a post-apoc without zombies.Continue reading “Storyland Chronicles Four-Day Sale”
Author Archives: DawnNapier
Storyland: The Beginning
Thirty old men rode in the back of an eighteen-wheeled semi with the words WAL-CO across the trailer in bright blue letters. They sat cross-legged on the hard metal floor, their backs braced against the walls of the trailer. They rode in a silence that was almost terrified. “I feel like a coward,” Senator HarrisonContinue reading “Storyland: The Beginning”
Literally
Brrriiiiiing! Sheila looked at the caller ID and sighed. She loved her mother—she really did—but Mom was someone she could only enjoy in small doses, and only when she was fully awake and in control. Right now it was early morning and the winter sun was blinding its way through her curtains, addingContinue reading “Literally”
Grasshopper Tale
As fairy tales go, it isn’t much. Nobody will make an epic trilogy out of it. Michael Bay will never pick up the option. My story will never have been brought to you by Generation X Toilet Paper—For When Your Life Is In The Crapper. But it’s my story, and I’m proud of it. IfContinue reading “Grasshopper Tale”
Big Spider, Mama
Marcia took her daughter to the playground on the corner at least twice a week. It was a sanity-saver, a chance to sit and zone out for an hour or two while Caylee ran around and wore herself out. There were a few other women, also stay-at-home-moms. Their children were around Caylee’s age, between threeContinue reading “Big Spider, Mama”
The Five Stages of Editing
Everyone talks about how hard and lonely a job it is to be a writer. Maybe I’m just a freak of nature, but I don’t get it. How can I be lonely when I’m writing? I’m surrounded by amazing people, and they all have stories to tell that keep me up all night. And it’sContinue reading “The Five Stages of Editing”
Little Dead Girl
Tim drove through the neat Chicago suburb, and the dead girl rode in the back seat. She was about six years old, chubby and red-haired. Tim never saw her face to face. She only appeared in his rear view mirror. Sometimes in the mirror of a gas station bathroom. Tim would be washing his hands,Continue reading “Little Dead Girl”
Dawn Napier 