Do you have a favorite fall memory linked to a train? What do you imagine you would see if you were riding a train in the fall? Join the authors of Wild CHild publishing and Freyas Bower as we Take an Autumn Train Ride through our blogs.
Prizes will include
- Four $50 gift certificates (two for Wild Child and two Freya's Bower)
- An awesome swag package that includes:
- Wild Child T-shirt and mug
- Wild Child and Freya's Bower bags
- Four handmade, crochet coasters by Kit Wylde
- An autographed copy of Rosemary and Rue by Seanan McGuire
- A rare DVD copy of the Matheson/Furst classic "Up The Creek" (lovingly used)
- One ebook copy of Nita Wick's short story, The Dream (previously published as part of a Freya's Bower anthology.)
- Book trading cards
- Signed Dangerous Waters poster
- of "Battle for Blood: The Blood Feud"
- winner's name as a character in Kissa Starling's next sweet romance story.
- A Yankee Candle
MY FIRST AWAY MATCH…
I didn’t have a car, so I went by train. The team I follow had a notoriously violent hooligan element at the time, but I reckoned as a fellow-supporter I should be safe.
I reached London and changed trains. In those days some train carriages were small and enclosed, and I found myself alone in a six-seat carriage.
At the next station five football fans got in. I didn’t really like the look of any of them, with their sneers and closely shaven heads. All five were bigger than me. “Who d’you support?” Yob Number One demanded.
I swallowed. They weren’t wearing colours, so I had no idea who they supported. I decided to guess.
“Chelsea?” I stammered.
“Ah. That’s okay,” Yob Number One said. “You’re one of us.”
I don’t think so, I thought but didn’t say.
“D’you want to help us vandalise the carriage?” Yob Number Two asked me.
“Er, no. I think I’ll just watch,” I said.
The yobs started to smash lightbulbs, slash seats with penknives, and write obscenities on the walls. While I was relieved the lads weren’t slashing and smashing me, there was a slight concern at the back of my mind that I might end up getting the blame for the damage.
At last, the train pulled in at the station.
“You know, mate,” Yob Number One told me as he and his mates leaped from the train. He waved his penknife. “If you didn’t support Chelsea, we’d have spent the journey kicking your head in and cutting you up.”
I believed him. As I wiped shards of lightbulb-glass and foam seat stuffing from my clothes I decided that, on the way back, I would get in a bigger, fuller carriage.
Please visit these sites for more chances to win, the more you visit the more chances you have to win. We have 46 participating authors. You can stop at as many or as little blogs as you wish. At each stop, you will find either two chances to enter per blog to win some awesome prizes. If you visit all, that's 92 chances to win! There will be five, lucky winners.
Take the Blog Train and Visit These Blogs for more chances to win
Marci Baun/Kit Wylde
Critters at the Keyboard
Judith Leger, Fantasy and Comtemporary Romance Author
The Fictional World of Jaime Samms
Follow Where the Path will Take You
The Wandering Mind of Lizzy P. Bellows
Where Love and Magic Meet
The Shadow Portal
The Blog Zone
Blog By iMagine
Ardyth DeBruyn Author Blog
Shadows of the Past
Cassie Exline -- Mystery and Romance
Sarcastic Rambling & Writing
That's What I Think
Sue's Random Ramblings
Make Old Bones
Elements of Mystery
Molly Dean's Blog
The Forbidden Blog
Fiddleeebod -- land of stories
Nita Wick's Blog
Ruth G. Zavitsanos
Too Poor for Texas
City of Thieves
Musings and Doodles
The Western Writer
Bike Cop Blog
The Character Depot
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