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Home, a new short story by Ashley O’Melia

I’m very pleased to announce that my short story “Home” is featured on The Penmen Review today.  Please go take a peek and let me know what you think!

This story was inspired by very true events.  I have to think my dear sweet Porkchop, without whom this story and this opportunity would not have been possible.


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Here Be Pre-Ordered Dragons!

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Hello everyone! I am thoroughly enjoying Dragon Month both here and on my Facebook page!  Sure, it might be Shark Week for some, but who can turn down a whole month of mystical creatures?  Big thanks to everyone who has joined my release event so far!  The main thing I want to let you know about today in the progression of my new release is that you can pre-order an autographed copy of The Wanderer’s Guide to Dragon Keeping right here through my Facebook store!  I’ve already had quite a few pre-orders come in, and it gives me little dragonflies in my stomach to see the numbers tick up!  So thank you again to everyone who has helped me out with this, and if you haven’t yet, well, come join the party!



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On Sale this Month!

My Heart in my Hand:  A Collection of Poetry is on sale this month for $.99.  It’s available on Amazon, Barnes and Noble, and Smashwords.  Please help me share the good news!


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The Graveside Detective is on sale!

I just wanted to take a moment to let my followers know that my book, The Graveside Detective, is available through the end of January in ebook format for just $.99!  If you purchase it, please be sure to leave me a review!

You can find The Graveside Detective on Amazon and Smashwords.  Feel free to reblog and share with your friends! 🙂

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Near Life Experience – Prologue

They say you see “the light” when you have a near-death experience.  I don’t know if it’s actually something supernatural or if it’s just the paramedic shining a penlight in your eye, but either way I definitely saw lights.  In fact, the lights are about the only thing I remember from that day.  There were sounds, too, but at the time they seemed much less important.  Machines beeped, and people talked, but it all just floated past me in garbled tones.  I lay at the bottom of the stream of consciousness, staring upwards and searching for the sunlight.

There were times of blackness, too, but I remember those even less.  The only times that I was really aware of the blackness was when I was coming out of it, pushing upward desperately toward the light.  Sometimes I would get a brief glimpse of the light, dappling down as though shining through a tree branch.  Then I was shoved back down into the darkness, falling and falling and trying to fly.

Just when I thought I could not possibly push upwards anymore, that the blackness finally had me in its grip permanently, it gave up.  I found that I didn’t have to push anymore; I was simply floating to the top.  The light no longer showed itself in bits and pieces and occasional bright flashes.  Instead, it started very small, a pinpoint on the horizon.  Like watching the dawn of the sun, the light slowly brightened.  It quietly crept into all the corners.  It tiptoed a wide circle to get around and behind me.  It silently wrapped its arms around me and pulled me gently and steadily further away from the darkness.

I opened my eyes.


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A Special Child – Prologue

A sparkle floated through the air, riding the currents of the wind.  Its path might have been as random as that of dandelion fluff, or perhaps not.  It floated over rivers and lakes, past valleys and mountains, and slowly, slowly, began to descend.

The sparkle may have been a fleck of shiny paint, or glitter from a child’s grand masterpiece.  Or it may have been leftover magic from a wizard’s enchantment, cast to bring his withering garden back to life.

The breeze stalled, sending the sparkle down between the trees and the bushes, over the grass and the flowers.  Gently, gently, it pushed the sparkle in through the open window where it settled comfortably in the cake batter.

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