We had the chance to sit down with author D.P. Roseberry and ask a few questions. Tell us about some of your characters, D.P....
There are thirteen main characters of Flash Paranormal Fiction to go along with each of the thirteen stories. Here you will find:
an unsuspecting victim of a witch’s spell
a child stuck in this world hiding from a serial killer from beyond
a helpful dead neighbor and barking dog
a zombie or two
aliens (of course)
BigFoot
a man plagued by ringing bells
a bug with a mind of its own
bedside angels
a demon
and a widow’s plight
I do believe in the paranormal—oh, boy do I! While investigating the Eastern State Penitentiary in Philadelphia, PA, I was part of a paranormal group who conducted an experiment about communications between prisoners back in the day. Those incarcerated would, late at night, tap on the pipes of the institution to talk back and forth. On the night we were there, we waited until after midnight—we had the whole place to ourselves for the investigation, and it was silent as a tomb (a prison tomb in this case). I repeat, no one was there but us. We were situated on the Death Row landing, and the lead investigator tapped with a pen knife on a pipe while we all remained deadly silent. Once the pipe was tapped, we waited. About three minutes later the same number of taps came back, echoing through the prison. It was shiver material. That whole investigation was uncomfortable because there was apparently so much pain there, and many of us had experience. Some were very unpleasant. I would probably never go back again. It wasn’t worth the emotional upheaval that came back with us.
Currently, I am working on Book 2 of Flash Paranormal Fiction. It should have another 13 flash pieces and one feature short story called 13 Chickies where you will be introduced to some new kinds of super-heroes. Also, you will read about:
A Meal of Convenience
Real Estate Gone Awry
The Orb in the Garage
More campy fun coming!
Book Trailer: https://youtu.be/HiMcUPPRyAc
Excerpt - Zombie Love
It was a beautiful morning, just gorgeous. I was sitting back in my no-gravity lounge chair holding a cup of hot coffee and sipping away the sunrise. The temperature was just right and the plants along the front screen of the porch seemed to reach toward the warm glow of the sun. This was a day that made all the other days’ worth dealing with. It whispered relaxation and creativity.
The only thing I couldn’t get my mind around on this glorious day was the zombie that was trying to open the latch on the screen door. I’d been watching it for a good ten minutes or so, just as it was watching me drink my coffee. My question: Where the hell had this thing come from? And why was it ruining my perfectly quiet morning?
This one I was looking at was none too bright. It could easily punch through the screen, but instead, it fiddled with the sliding lock. I’d heard about these things. A bit short on brains. But then again, who knew? Maybe it thought I was stupid for drinking coffee. I’d thought that one or two times myself.
Just then I heard a voice. “Hey man, what’s that you got there trying to get into your house?”
It was my neighbor, Monroe. We were pretty close on most days. “Gots me a zombie, me thinks,” I replied after a nice long coffee swig.
Monroe, standing back from the door but still close enough to talk through the screen continued. “What’s ya gonna do when it figures out the door?” He yawned.
“Hmmm. Good point,” I said with a nod. “Guess I better go get the gun so I can take care of business if I need to.”
Monroe was nodding as well. “Terrible way to spend this beautiful morning, though. Still, zombies are nothin’ to mess with. So I heard.”
“Maybe wait a little while, though,” I said. “It’s too nice out to make things all blood and guts. We got time.”
“I hear ya,” answered Monroe.
Then suddenly, another voice erupted through the morning. “Outta the way, boys!”
At that point a woman and a teenage girl raised rifles and blew holes in the zombie’s head. The thing fell like a rock.
Both Monroe and I jumped back to keep from getting muck on our clothes. I’d had to roll out of my chair, and I spilled my coffee.
“Dam
women!” I yelled out. “Know just how to ruin a morning!”
Hi everyone! I'm so glad you stopped by to read about my paranormal flash book. It was great fun to write, and I believe each story may touch you in a place you might not have found yourself before... Feel free to drop me a line! www.roseberrybooks.com
ReplyDeleteCongratulations Dinah :D
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing your interview, bio and book details, this sounds like a thrilling collection of stories and I am looking forward to meeting all of the characters!
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