The giveaway supporting “Blood Soaked and Gone”

Blood_Soaked_And_GoneThere’s a giveaway going on! Until 2/17/2015 you can enter to win a hand forged knife (made by yours truly; $350 value, and more info can be seen here), a bespoke short story with you as the main character (any genre you like; priceless), or a set of all three Blood Soaked e-books (or trade up to a page of my hand written notes for plotlines that never happened…or have yet to happen)!

All you have to do to enter is spread the good word on Twitter and Facebook. Follow me @crawford4033, and like my author page on Facebook. Then drop me a line at (that way I know you’re you). BANG! You’ll be entered!

Don’t miss out. This is going to be fun!

Get out there and toot some horns!

Work in Progress: “Patience Unboxed”

I can’t write horror all the time. That’s why, among the manuscripts I’m working on, there are two horror titles, a “Manleigh Cheese” sequel, and three completely unrelated genre comedy pieces. One of these is entitled “Patience Unboxed.”

Every so often, I need an image, drawing, or photograph to flesh out the words. Sometimes people don’t agree, in the case of Frank from the “Blood Soaked” series, or they seem to like what my brain has offered up.

With “Patience Unboxed,” I needed something to look at that was mechanical/technological without being too “Ghost in the Shell,” or aggressive. I think I’ve managed that here. As for Patience, herself, you’d probably like her. I do.

Patience UnboxedHere’s a little excerpt from early on in the story.

After work on that overcast and smoggy Tuesday, he saw the box from the sidewalk and his heart skipped a few beats. It was almost too good to be true. Then again, his catastrophic thinking kicked in, it might belong to a neighbor who ordered something equally large.

His heart, overworked from rapid changes in mood, settled down into the monotone throb of the terminally fretful.

Regardless, he sped across the thick grass as though it was precisely what he’d been patiently longing for. Sure enough, it was his door the spongy crate rested against, and his name on the packing slip, laminated in weatherproof film to the front of the box.

“How am I supposed to get this inside?” Tony boggled when his eyes scanned the weight statement on the label. “I can’t lift 150kg!”

“Lift.” The box enunciated the word clearly and righted itself on little padded feet that Tony hadn’t noticed.

He was slightly taken aback by the sudden action and hopped backward three steps.

“Hello Anthony Milton Parker! Your long awaited companion is here! We suggest unwrapping your companion indoors. Let’s go!” The box had an insanely chipper voice, verging on disturbing.

“Oh,” Tony breathed. “Okay.”


“Wait, you’re not the voice of my… companion, are you?”

“Nope!” The box chirped. “This is the voice of the companion packaging system. I am here to serve all your companion storage needs. I have compartments for everything your unit will need…”

“Great,” Tony cut the box off before it could get any louder and annoy his neighbors. “Let’s go inside and you can show me everything.”

“You just cut me off in the middle of my specifications list, didn’t you?” The companion packaging system whined.