~From my upcoming poetry release Deep Down
Paranoia runs deep
As I try to sleep
Thoughts of death and decay
Who am I
My world will change in
The coming day
The stroke of my pen
Shall be my only friend
I feel lost
With the coming morning frost
I gather my thoughts and
Begin the journey again
For which I have long fought
- Antonio Grasso, author of The Valley of Candles
Saturday, March 31, 2012
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
The Valley of Candles Free March 29 - April 2
Due to the enormous success of our last promotion I have decided to put The Valley of Candles on sale for free again starting tomorrow. Please help a fellow author spread the word and tweet, share of Facebook and tell all your friends and acquaintances.
During the soft release there were over 250 downloads and we are hoping to surpass that.
The Valley of Candles is about a young man's journey into the dark that is masked by light. It's a story we can all relate to. Have you ever done something you thought was the correct thing but turned out to be the worst possible action you could've done? See how McCoy O'Neal deals with his "demons" for free starring tomorrow.
Check out The Valley of Candles
here
- Antonio Grasso, author of The Valley of Candles
During the soft release there were over 250 downloads and we are hoping to surpass that.
The Valley of Candles is about a young man's journey into the dark that is masked by light. It's a story we can all relate to. Have you ever done something you thought was the correct thing but turned out to be the worst possible action you could've done? See how McCoy O'Neal deals with his "demons" for free starring tomorrow.
Check out The Valley of Candles
here
- Antonio Grasso, author of The Valley of Candles
Monday, March 26, 2012
Sneek peek at Hayfield Manor
~From Chapter One
Outside the wind was howling, roaring past her bedroom window. There had been a wind advisory issued for the town of Hayfield by the national weather service of winds reaching an excess of 45 to 50 miles per hour. And it sure did seem to come out of nowhere. The bright sunny day that Daphne had enjoyed earlier, laying out on her lawn, texting her friends now seemed to be a distant memory as she stared out her window at the darkening clouds and the leaves being ripped from their stations.
Daphne could hear the howl and it mad her skin crawl. Now being eight in the evening her mind drifted back to how the sudden temperature drop from the mid-80's to 50 degrees made her skin prickle and shudder. She wrapped a blanket about herself trying to warm up. She had never heard of such a temperature drop. She wasn't even sure it was possible. But then again things haven't been quite normal lately.
Her dad, Jeff had recently lost his job at the mill and had now spent his days pulling out his hair trying to figure out how he was going to put food in the table for his family. He had his 401k that he could cash in on but considered that as his last resort. Right now his savings account and the life insurance policy from his parents death last year was carrying them afloat. From his estimation he had about three months left before the 401k option became a reality.
As he sat in his study going over his financials on his laptop suddenly the lights flickered signaling time for a change. Shortly following the flicker the screen on his laptop sunddenly went on the fritz. Window after window popped up as it was infected with a virus. He clicked and clicked out of boxes hoping to end the madness but then everything went off at once and the shutters flew open followed by a howling wind.
Jeff stood in the dark heading towards the windows frantically trying to shut them but failing miserably. Pushing back against the wind, Jeff was pelted by flying twigs through the opened window. Finally gaining control by settling his feet like the football player he used to be Jeff finally gained enough strength to latch the windows shut.
As he turned back to his study in the dark everything came back on at full blast. Booming out of his stereo came the newest Adele song, "In The Deep" piercing his ears so forcibly he had to put his hands to his ears to muffle the sound. As he walked to his stereo to turn it down he noticed the damage done to his study and quickly thought, "shit, there goes what savings we had left," and wondered if he had paid the home owners insurance last month.
Letting his mind wander was the last thing he remembered as a shape of a woman with her hair in a bun took shape in front of him. She was wearing an apron and flickered in black and white, like a transmission from a 50's television show. Although not like any show he remembered. This wasn't Mrs. Cleaver from Leave It To Beaver. This woman had sores on her face oozing with a black pus that smelled like rotten meat. The woman flickered again and her head jerked no looking at Jeff who had frozen in his step. Her hands came to her waist and her fingers broke backwards with just her palms now showing. Jeff could hear the cracking of bones and a chill went through him. Bugs of all kinds came crawling out of her ears and her decaying teeth started to fall out followed by oozing drips of blood which landed on the front of her apron and then to the hardwood floor. Jeff could hear the splash of each drop and let his eyes fall to see them forming a puddle.
Only his eyes seemed to be allowed to move as he went back to the face that held his body frozen. A cackle came forth now as her strapped heels scrapped across the floor to him flickering with each step and head cocking from angle to angle. Jeff franticly tried to scream but was only allowed a whisper. His voice was held in a vice grip as she reached him. He stared into her eyes as they went hot white then blood red. So focused on the eyes Jeff failed to see her fingers regain form or the axe that ended his wonder. It came quickly severing his head from his body allowing blood to spurt from his neck and join the puddle of blood she had already begun to make.
His body took take a few steps forward to its intended destination of the radio but then fell to the ground helpless and unable to worry again how he would put food on his table.
- Antonio Grasso, author of The Valley of Candles
Outside the wind was howling, roaring past her bedroom window. There had been a wind advisory issued for the town of Hayfield by the national weather service of winds reaching an excess of 45 to 50 miles per hour. And it sure did seem to come out of nowhere. The bright sunny day that Daphne had enjoyed earlier, laying out on her lawn, texting her friends now seemed to be a distant memory as she stared out her window at the darkening clouds and the leaves being ripped from their stations.
Daphne could hear the howl and it mad her skin crawl. Now being eight in the evening her mind drifted back to how the sudden temperature drop from the mid-80's to 50 degrees made her skin prickle and shudder. She wrapped a blanket about herself trying to warm up. She had never heard of such a temperature drop. She wasn't even sure it was possible. But then again things haven't been quite normal lately.
Her dad, Jeff had recently lost his job at the mill and had now spent his days pulling out his hair trying to figure out how he was going to put food in the table for his family. He had his 401k that he could cash in on but considered that as his last resort. Right now his savings account and the life insurance policy from his parents death last year was carrying them afloat. From his estimation he had about three months left before the 401k option became a reality.
As he sat in his study going over his financials on his laptop suddenly the lights flickered signaling time for a change. Shortly following the flicker the screen on his laptop sunddenly went on the fritz. Window after window popped up as it was infected with a virus. He clicked and clicked out of boxes hoping to end the madness but then everything went off at once and the shutters flew open followed by a howling wind.
Jeff stood in the dark heading towards the windows frantically trying to shut them but failing miserably. Pushing back against the wind, Jeff was pelted by flying twigs through the opened window. Finally gaining control by settling his feet like the football player he used to be Jeff finally gained enough strength to latch the windows shut.
As he turned back to his study in the dark everything came back on at full blast. Booming out of his stereo came the newest Adele song, "In The Deep" piercing his ears so forcibly he had to put his hands to his ears to muffle the sound. As he walked to his stereo to turn it down he noticed the damage done to his study and quickly thought, "shit, there goes what savings we had left," and wondered if he had paid the home owners insurance last month.
Letting his mind wander was the last thing he remembered as a shape of a woman with her hair in a bun took shape in front of him. She was wearing an apron and flickered in black and white, like a transmission from a 50's television show. Although not like any show he remembered. This wasn't Mrs. Cleaver from Leave It To Beaver. This woman had sores on her face oozing with a black pus that smelled like rotten meat. The woman flickered again and her head jerked no looking at Jeff who had frozen in his step. Her hands came to her waist and her fingers broke backwards with just her palms now showing. Jeff could hear the cracking of bones and a chill went through him. Bugs of all kinds came crawling out of her ears and her decaying teeth started to fall out followed by oozing drips of blood which landed on the front of her apron and then to the hardwood floor. Jeff could hear the splash of each drop and let his eyes fall to see them forming a puddle.
Only his eyes seemed to be allowed to move as he went back to the face that held his body frozen. A cackle came forth now as her strapped heels scrapped across the floor to him flickering with each step and head cocking from angle to angle. Jeff franticly tried to scream but was only allowed a whisper. His voice was held in a vice grip as she reached him. He stared into her eyes as they went hot white then blood red. So focused on the eyes Jeff failed to see her fingers regain form or the axe that ended his wonder. It came quickly severing his head from his body allowing blood to spurt from his neck and join the puddle of blood she had already begun to make.
His body took take a few steps forward to its intended destination of the radio but then fell to the ground helpless and unable to worry again how he would put food on his table.
- Antonio Grasso, author of The Valley of Candles
Thursday, March 15, 2012
The Valley of Candles is Free today only!
Please help spread the word The Valley of Candles is now #Free at Amazon!
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- Antonio Grasso, author of The Valley of Candles
Thursday, March 8, 2012
Each Day - poem
Each Day
The world gets harder each day
As my life is stripped away
I see the darkness coming
And I am to blame
The feelings in my heart and to hard to part
I look to the future and only see the past
And I wish upon the hope of the dawning new day
But how can I say with what lies within me
That this dream is swiftly falling away
The topic at hand may seem risky to play
And you look to me for answers
But I have none,
My heart too is just like you
Drowning in this confusion.
The world gets harder each day
As my life is stripped away
I see the darkness coming
And I am to blame
The feelings in my heart and to hard to part
I look to the future and only see the past
And I wish upon the hope of the dawning new day
But how can I say with what lies within me
That this dream is swiftly falling away
The topic at hand may seem risky to play
And you look to me for answers
But I have none,
My heart too is just like you
Drowning in this confusion.
Tuesday, March 6, 2012
Humpty
Humpty
The earth trembles
You stand firm in place
Troubles you not this catastrophe
You smile and ask if I am okay?
Okay?
Can't you see I wait for death!
You ask, are you okay in a soothing tone?
It doesn't have to be
The Army shall come!
Little white shilouted men
Shall put you back together again.
Sure they will!
As I sit in agony
Your care has not subdued the pain I feel.
The ledge upon where I sit, has long since broken.
Fear not for they will come,
They have heard your cries
And they shall wipe away your tears.
They will put Humpty Dumpty back together
AGAIN.
- Antonio Grasso, author of The Valley of Candles
The earth trembles
You stand firm in place
Troubles you not this catastrophe
You smile and ask if I am okay?
Okay?
Can't you see I wait for death!
You ask, are you okay in a soothing tone?
It doesn't have to be
The Army shall come!
Little white shilouted men
Shall put you back together again.
Sure they will!
As I sit in agony
Your care has not subdued the pain I feel.
The ledge upon where I sit, has long since broken.
Fear not for they will come,
They have heard your cries
And they shall wipe away your tears.
They will put Humpty Dumpty back together
AGAIN.
- Antonio Grasso, author of The Valley of Candles
Thursday, March 1, 2012
Biggest Month Ever for The Valley of Candles
At the beginning of February we entered into the month with only four copies being sold. We ended the month with over 250 sold.
I would personally like to thank every reader out there for purchasing The Valley of Candles. It has been one of my dreams to get this story into the readers hands and finally it is beginning to happen. It's been a long ten years of draft after draft but it has been well worth it to see that people are enjoying the story (3 five-star Reviews out of the 3 reviews total). We are looking forward to expanding our readership in March.
None of this could have been accomplished without you, the reader, so I extend my hand and say thank you.
If you haven't done so you can get your copy of The Valley of Candles at http://www.amazon.com/gp/aw/d/B0062WFNT8/ref=mp_s_a_1?qid=1330617258&sr=8-1
Please leave reviews also if you have read. Feedback is always welcome.
by Antonio Grasso, author of The Valley of Candles
I would personally like to thank every reader out there for purchasing The Valley of Candles. It has been one of my dreams to get this story into the readers hands and finally it is beginning to happen. It's been a long ten years of draft after draft but it has been well worth it to see that people are enjoying the story (3 five-star Reviews out of the 3 reviews total). We are looking forward to expanding our readership in March.
None of this could have been accomplished without you, the reader, so I extend my hand and say thank you.
If you haven't done so you can get your copy of The Valley of Candles at http://www.amazon.com/gp/aw/d/B0062WFNT8/ref=mp_s_a_1?qid=1330617258&sr=8-1
Please leave reviews also if you have read. Feedback is always welcome.
by Antonio Grasso, author of The Valley of Candles
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