Tag: Hanging Tree

I asked fellow Tales from The Hanging Tree anthology contributors to share some things about themselves prior to publication and those generous enough to do so will be appearing here for the next week or so.

Each entry gives a taste of their contribution, a little about them, how to contact them, how their story came about, and definitely a link to Tales from The Hanging Tree (which you should purchase because it would make each and every one of us happy.
you do want to make us happy, don’t you?
i mean, considering what we wrote, you want us to know you’re a good person, right?).

Kaye has two pieces in Tales from The Hanging Tree. Yesterday we explored The Legend of Cottonwood Hollow and today we explore her second offering The One That Got Away. Here’s a taste:

The short squat man called Slim jerks her up by her hair and she spits in his face in defiance. He drags her across the course ground, bound and trussed up like a Thanksgiving turkey, unable to fight back. Harvey, the tall and skinny one, leads her horse over to stand beneath a sturdy cottonwood branch, tying the rope to the saddle horn.
“Well, I’ll be pickled. I’m gonna be hung by my own horse. Things can’t get much worse.”

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I asked fellow Tales from The Hanging Tree anthology contributors to share some things about themselves prior to publication and those generous enough to do so will be appearing here for the next week or so.

Each entry gives a taste of their contribution, a little about them, how to contact them, how their story came about, and definitely a link to Tales from The Hanging Tree (which you should purchase because it would make each and every one of us happy.
you do want to make us happy, don’t you?
i mean, considering what we wrote, you want us to know you’re a good person, right?).

Kaye has two pieces in Tales from The Hanging Tree and we’ll explore The Legend of Cottonwood Hollow first. Here’s a taste:

1865
Long Feather is walking along the tree line near the riverbank upon return from his vision quest to seek spiritual guidance. Tonight, White Cloud will initiate him, in a ceremony that will mark his passage from boyhood and acknowledge him as a man. Soon, he will become a fierce brave, like his brothers.
He hears yelling voices from the direction of the white man’s stage stop, up ahead, but he pays it no mind. Today is an important day for him and he doesn’t have time to worry about what the white man’s troubles are. He lets his thoughts return to the approaching initiation.

Continue reading “Kaye Lynne Booth’s ‘The Legend of Cottonwood Hollow’ in WordCrafter Press’ Tales from The Hanging Tree Anthology”

I asked fellow Tales from The Hanging Tree anthology contributors to share some things about themselves prior to publication and those generous enough to do so will be appearing here for the next week or so.

Each entry gives a taste of their contribution, a little about them, how to contact them, how their story came about, and definitely a link to Tales from The Hanging Tree (which you should purchase because it would make each and every one of us happy.
you do want to make us happy, don’t you?
i mean, considering what we wrote, you want us to know you’re a good person, right?).

Matt’s contribution is Death for Sale. Here’s a taste:

“Life for Sale”-no, that felt wrong. That would be offering more than she was ready to give.
“Death for Sale”-that was better. Much less nebulous. Easier, it occurred to her, to die for someone than to live for them. Hadn’t Tyndale decided that the greatest love was to bestow your life for your friends? But Tyndale had died before his time; the surviving translation held that laying down your life was the right of it.

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I asked fellow Tales from The Hanging Tree anthology contributors to share some things about themselves prior to publication and those generous enough to do so will be appearing here for the next week or so.

Each entry gives a taste of their contribution, a little about them, how to contact them, how their story came about, and definitely a link to Tales from The Hanging Tree (which you should purchase because it would make each and every one of us happy.
you do want to make us happy, don’t you?
i mean, considering what we wrote, you want us to know you’re a good person, right?).

C.R.’s contribution is Therion’s Heart. Here’s a taste:

Water dripped from her favorite pink open-toe shoes with the sparkling rhinestones. Her wet copper brown hair clung to her cheeks, giving the appearance of cat whiskers, and her legs swung back and forth, carried by momentum. Her head arched back as she gazed at the sky where clouds which moments ago rained down on everyone in the park, thinned and parted, giving the sun a window. A rainbow appeared, stretching across the sky, and coming to a rest at her feet. A symbol of good luck. It calmed everyone to watch her. Her peaceful face. No one spoke, no one knew what to expect next. So, they waited. The oneness sensed her arrival ten days ago, when the sun bathed everything in its warmth, but then the rain came. I too remember the day she gazed upon my magnificence for the first time and my leaves quiver at the memory.

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I asked fellow Tales from The Hanging Tree anthology contributors to share some things about themselves prior to publication and those generous enough to do so will be appearing here for the next week or so.

Each entry gives a taste of their contribution, a little about them, how to contact them, how their story came about, and definitely a link to Tales from The Hanging Tree (which you should purchase because it would make each and every one of us happy.
you do want to make us happy, don’t you?
i mean, considering what we wrote, you want us to know you’re a good person, right?).

Paul’s contribution is The Hanging Men. Here’s the opening:

The first one was found at daybreak by the village priest, on his way to open the chapel for Sunday services.
The Reverend Abrams lay down his bicycle on the grass verge and crossed himself several times, his hands shaking. He tried to avert his eyes from the scene, but found his gaze returning time and time again. To the shape swinging from the warped branch of the old oak tree directly opposite his place of worship.
To the hanging man, in all his glory.

Continue reading “Paul Kane’s ‘The Hanging Men’ in WordCrafter Press’ Tales from The Hanging Tree Anthology”