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Horror Haiku Pas de Deux Promotional


Title: Horror Haiku Pas de Deux

Author: A. F. Stewart

Genre: Horror, Poetry




In the shadows???voices.

Calling, screaming, moaning.

Countless tongues telling tales…

of Hell

of Monsters

and Unnatural Things

Come chase the dark words, fall into the spell of terror and sit with the poetic weaver as you watch the world burn. Horror Haiku Pas de Deux is a volume of poetry mixing horror with haiku and verse to chill your bones.

Poetic beauty lives forever with the undead.

On Pre-order for an October 1st release date

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Author Bio:

A steadfast and proud sci-fi and fantasy geek, A. F. Stewart was born and raised in Nova Scotia, Canada and still calls it home. She favours the dark and deadly when writing???her genres of choice being dark fantasy and horror???but she has been known to venture into the light on occasion. As an indie author she???s published novellas and story collections, with a few side trips into poetry and non-fiction.

She is fond of good books, action movies, sword collecting, geeky things, comic books, and oil painting as a hobby. She has a great interest in history and mythology, often working those themes into her books and stories.

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Blood across the wall

Painted human skulls, staring

Hell???s Gate, reflecting


Do you want to see

my pretty doll collection?

They were alive, once


Ravens overhead

circling on their silent wings

watching corpses fall


Screams, blood, abhorrence

Death and Hate walk hand in hand

Forever entwined


Ponder the weary

everything dark and dreary

Ravens peck the dead


Shadows creep, child weeps

Don???t breathe, don???t cry???stay quiet

The monster???s hunting


Raven caws, warning

Heed the cry, and stay away

The witch is hungry


Missing, lost, alone

Will existence fade away

if no one searches?

Stone Maidens in a Row


Those little stone maidens all in a row,

come see them hither, along the wall

with downcast eyes, hands folded all

Those little stone maidens all in a row


Come see them hither, along the wall

Such pretty things for cold grey stone,

standing there amidst grass overgrown

Come see them hither, along the wall


Such pretty things for cold grey stone

Makes you wonder what???s underneath

Is it flesh and bone that lies beneath?

Such pretty things for cold grey stone


Makes you wonder what???s underneath,

those little stone maidens all in a row

Is it sad small tales of death and woe?

Makes you wonder what???s underneath


Those little stone maidens all in a row,

come see them hither, along the wall

with downcast eyes, hands folded all

Those little stone maidens all in a row

Release Tour of The 13 Tales of Illusory by Stephanie Ayers

OWS Ink, LLC along with Catterfly Publishing is proud to announce the release of Stephanie Ayers??? first short story collection, The 13 Tales of Illusory. From the poetic opening of Soul Survivor to the morbid romance of What the Sign Saw, this array of short stories will have you perched on the edge of your seat with all of the lights on!

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13 enchanted horrors. 13 spine-chilling tales. Down, down in the depths they fell, bodies in the dark of a liquid hell. Can you survive all 13?





This fantastic tour ride kicks off today in Emery???s Wonderland but, fear not! There are still a few spots left if you would like to join in! Simply email?? more details.

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9/22 Tour announcement and release schedule shared on

9/23??Emery’s Wonderland??

9/24 Circle of Stalkers??

9/25 Welcome to Hell Bent ??

9/26 Book review??

9/27 Stacy Overby??

9/28 Thrilling Thursday On??An Angell???s Life of Bookish Goodness

10/3 Live reading by Joshua Robertson ???A Child Lost??? by Stephanie Ayers??

10/4 Release announcement on Stephanie Ayers???s Blog

10/5 Author Interview??

10/6 RevKess Reviews??

10/7?? author interview

10/8 ??Book review??


10/17 Mackenzie Flohr’s ??| Author Interviews, Book Spotlights, Book Reviews, Creative Writing –??

About the Author:??

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Stephanie Ayers??is the??Executive Creative Director??of Our Write Side, author of fictions, and wears many hats with??OWS Ink. She is also a full-time world-building ninja, seven-time published author enjoying country living in central Virginia, while crafting her own story and resisting to grow up at all costs. She mothers her children, loves her husband, attends church, and avoids all things zombies.

Stephanie has been a regular contributor and leader for Bloggy Moms and Just Be Enough, and wrote content for Blogmutt as a freelance writer.

You can find a full listing of her works on her??Amazon author page. ??She shares her writing experience and advice monthly on Our Write Side. Additionally, she hosts the exclusive??Master Class??writing prompt. She moonlights as the??Head Designer??for OWS Creative Studios and one of several editors for OWS Ink.

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Ambrosia: An OWS Ink Poetry Anthology

OWS Ink, LLC along with Catterfly Publishing is proud to announce the release of our first annual poetry anthology, Ambrosia. This project was a labor of love between the poets involved and the OWS team. Now we aim to take that love and put it to good use. The royalties from Ambrosia will be donated to the American Foundation for Suicide Prevention. This is a cause that all of us at OWS feel strongly about and we are honored to be able to contribute to their efforts and programs.


Delight in the nectar of the gods. Feed your mind with Ambrosia.

Whispers to the gods are like honey from a poet’s lips. When several poets raise their voices together, it’s a sacred feast of memories and dreams. Poetry is divine food for the soul, full of emotion and celestial feeling. Join us in our longing, our pain and passion, heartache, logic and insanity, fear, faith, confusion, hope, unity, solitude, daily life, and political strife brought to you by Eric Keizer, A.L. Mabry, Alyssa Trivett, Mello Sakia, Phillip Matthew Roberts, Sam DeLoach, Stacey Overby, Stephanie Ayers, and Veronica Falletta.

As the whispers of muses fly from poet’s lips, join us for this heavenly celebration.




Week One

Monday, August 21: Kickoff on OWS (you are HERE)
Tuesday, August 22: Stephanie Ayers
Wednesday, August 23: Heidi Angell
Thursday, August 24: Timothy Bateson??and Anita Stewart
Friday, August 25: Stephen Hunt
Saturday, August 26: Jin Okubo
Sunday, August 27:

Week Two

Monday, August 28: Rebekah Jonesy
Tuesday, August 29:
Wednesday, August 30:
Thursday, August 31: Roy Hudson
Friday, September 1:
Saturday, September 2:
Sunday, September 3:

Week Three

Monday, September 4:
Tuesday, September 5:
Wednesday, September 6:
Thursday, September 7:
Friday, September 8: Karina Kantas
Saturday, September 9:
Sunday, September 10:

Week Four

Monday, September 11:
Tuesday, September 12:
Wednesday, September 13:
Thursday, September 14:
Friday: September 15:
Saturday, September 16:
Sunday, September 17:

Join our LIVE Facebook Release Party from September 15-17th!


Author’s Social Media Links

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A.L. Mabry ?? ?? ?? ?? ?? ?? ?? ?? ?? ?? ?? | Website | Facebook | Twitter |
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Mello Sakia ?? ?? ?? ?? ?? ?? ?? ?? ?? ?? ??| Website | Facebook | Twitter |
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OWS Staff and Management would like to extend an extra special thank you to the following organizations for their continued support:

PR: The Quality of Mercy by G. L. McDorman

FRESH OFF THE PRESS! AVAILABLE FOR KINDLE NOW! Be the first to grab a copy of The Quality of Mercy by debut horror author, G.L. McDorman!

July 28, 2017|??OWS Ink LLC

The Quality of Mercy by G.L. McDorman –
Known for his Lovecraftian style, McDorman now gives us eldritch horror!

Published by Catterfly Publishing, an OWS Ink LLC subsidiary

When a ruthless gangster threatens his old military friend, hardboiled detective Paul Henslowe intervenes??? only to find himself working for a client on the wrong side of the law. When a series of cryptic blackmail letters plunges Henslowe into a decades-old murder, he follows a trail that leads him from a mysterious cult leader in the South Seas to a decaying lunatic asylum nestled among the City’s most powerful banks. Henslowe knows that if he doesn???t solve the case, his friend will die??? but if he does, many others will die in his place.

The Quality of Mercy is an eldritch tale of madness and betrayal that asks whether kindness and mercy can survive in a world so corrupted by greed and violence. The novel releases on Friday, July 28, 2017, and there is a Facebook??Release Party??open to the public July 28th-29th.

Since growing up in the Chicago suburbs, G.L. McDorman has served as a soldier, a spy, and a scholar. Following a passion for dead languages and mysterious ruins, he is in the process of earning his doctorate in medieval history at Princeton University, where he spends an inordinate amount of time mulling things over in the gothic chapel designed by weird-fiction writer Ralph Adams Cram. When G.L. McDorman isn???t writing, you???ll find him climbing mountains or ambling across wastelands in search of adventure and glory.

???G.L. McDorman breathes new life into this forgotten story form. With a touch of noir and a whole lot of horror, you’ll not soon forget this one. The Quality of Mercy is a must read for any Lovecraft fan.???
~ Stephanie Ayers, author of??
Til Death Do Us Part

To learn more about his written works visit his??Amazon page??or visit??his website.

An excerpt from the book:

???We got bored after our second night, so we wandered away from the port. I don???t know what we were looking for ??? girls who were slightly more exotic, maybe, or better liquor, but what we found changed my life forever. We came upon some sort of church. There were a hundred people in an open square sprawled on the dirt in front of a tall man in a black robe. He wore a mask of shining ivory that covered his face all the way down to his mouth. Even his eyes were obscured, but he began to move through the crowd, never stepping on anyone, somehow able to see through the mask. He came right for us, seeming to stare at us the whole way. When he reached us, he said ???Come,??? though I swear his mouth never opened.

???We followed him to a hut and went inside. There was a thick cloud of incense, and it was hard to see, but at the back of the hut there was a table atop which sat three chests: one of gold, one of silver, one of lead. I stepped toward them. As I did, a curtain was drawn sharply behind me, cutting me off from John and George. The man in the mask was there behind the table. ???Choose,??? he said, and waved his hand over the chests. I saw then that they each had an inscription in a strange, squiggly alphabet. I couldn???t read the writing, but then, suddenly, I could, as if the signs had been switched when I blinked. They were rhymes, but the gist of it was that the gold chest contained what you wanted, the silver what you deserved, and the lead what you needed. It was a game, though I couldn???t make sense of it. I thought the masked man was some sort of priest, so I couldn???t imagine there was any danger, and I expected that this was just a way to get some funds to build a better church. I was curious about what was inside each of them, but in the end I chose the lead, more curious about what this priest thought I needed than what he thought I wanted.

???Inside, I found a drawing of a young woman, very beautiful with thoughtful eyes and a smile that suggested a happy wisdom. I started to put it back, but the priest told me to keep it. Behind him, a door opened, and he motioned for me to step outside. I expected to find a beggar there, or an altar where one was meant to leave a gift, but it was just an empty dirt alley. I waited there for George and John. A few minutes passed and George came out, silent, with a distant look in his eyes. I asked him which he had chosen, and he turned the question around to me. ???I didn???t see a lead one,??? he said. That was the end of the conversation, because from inside the hut there came a piercing shriek followed by an agonizing moan. The door opened and John stumbled out and fell to the ground, whimpering and muttering something. When we asked if he was all right, he looked at us and grew completely silent. He seemed to collect himself ??? he stood and glanced around, but he didn???t say anything. We walked back to the ship in silence, and after that I never heard him make another sound.

???We left Tumasik the next morning. Everyone was quiet, because everyone was either hung over or still a little drunk from the night before, so John???s continued silence wasn???t alarming. But he kept to himself and refused to speak the next day, and the day after that. We entered blue water on that third day. The next morning, we found two crewmen suspended from the bulkhead near the galley, their wrists nailed into the wood. They were naked, gagged and blindfolded, with strange symbols carved into their chests and bellies. Beneath them was a pool of blood. John was kneeling in that pool, prostrate before the bodies as if in silent prayer.



To arrange an author interview, review copies, photos, or for additional information please contact Amanda Mabry, Executive Marketing Director OWS Ink??

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