River of Judgement

...the door to the city opens; but passing through will never be an easy task!

Short stories and other writings

David Sartof

It struck me, as I start drawing together a collection of short stories for a future anthology, that I can offer the individual stories, online, as and when they become available.

Following my use of the electronic publishing platform "Samshwords" for the pulbication of "River of Judgement" in ebook form, I have decided to use this same platform for publishing my short stories. Smashwords will allow you to download a short story copy in any of a number of elcectronic formats.

In advance of the anthology's publication, you will be able to view a sample of the story for free and the full story for only $0.99. Don't worry if you are UK-based. Online payments are converted at the current exchange rate by your credit/debit card company.

 

 

Date

Story

 

Excerpt

Gloria

February 2010

Gloria - a crime story

 

 

I’m dying, well that’s what I’ve been told. How has my life come to this: death, betrayal, friendship, love? Yes, love. I know it’s there somewhere, but I’m struggling to make sense of things. How can I, Oliver Beaton-Court, be here in this cabin, looking at my dead wife and holding an axe… Maybe Tom can give me the answers I need, or maybe there are no answers…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Kindle? Sony e-Reader? e-books!

 

 

 

e-book available, now — on Smashwords

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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‘Mercy? You? You’ve got to be kidding me.’ Oliver Beaton-Court, thirty-six, failed lawyer, frustrated musician and now would be murderer, was thinking clearly now – more clearly than he had done so for some time. Unexplainably, he rocked back on his feet – his eyes tight shut. Recovering – ‘OK ,’ he said, after a little while.
    ‘Pardon?’ snapped the man before him, whose name Oliver still did not know. The man was nothing if not defiant.
    Such arrogance – he would have made a good lawyer. One far better than I would have been, thought Oliver. ‘You heard me,’ said Oliver, speaking more slowly now, with deliberation and not a little menace. His voice sounded low, calm and measured. It was a voice he had used with great effect in the past, when he had occasion to chastise his beloved wife, Becky.
    Oliver looked back over his shoulder. She was still there – Becky. He rocked again, suddenly. A blinding flash overpowered his vision. Blackness and pain followed immediately. But the spasm passed with the same speed that it had struck him. They were coming more regularly now. <buy or read more...>

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