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Author: Andrew J. Savage

Andrew J. Savage was born in Australia where they trained him as a lawyer and put him to work. After escaping the sand and the sea, he now lives in Japan with his wife and two children. If you look at him silhouetted against a bright light, you might see the hole in his heart where he says his dog should be.

My story ‘The Cabin Boy’ is out now in Frostfire Worlds

Big thanks to the great folks at Alban Lake Publishing for including my story, ‘The Cabin Boy’ in the May edition of Frostfire Worlds. Super proud to finally have a story published and even prouder to be there alongside the super talented R Jean Bell who happens to be the best editor I know and a good friend to boot.

You can pick up a copy of the May publication here. You won’t regret it. Lots of great stories in here!

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Holiday Booking | A 50 Word Short Story

The line for the best-selling author was long.
Toby hadn’t seen him for ages.
“Come back next time,” said his assistant.
“But–”
“He’s a popular man.” She handed him a card.
The bookmark was signed by his father. “Sure. Next time.”
He dropped it in the trash as he left.

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Terms of Service

His son was gaming again when the agent arrived.
“Congratulations. Your boy just clocked a billion followers, so now he’s ours.”
Men with ear pieces pushed past. “You can’t do this.”
“Read the fine print.” The agent smiled. “His people will call you.”
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On the Origins of Halloween | 50 Word Story

The cult leader reached the fields where her people toiled. They bowed as she approached.
“Family, our sacred book will now be replaced by…” Mother Rhapsody held up a triangle and struck a pure note. “This.”
As one the followers tore the pumpkins from the vines and flattened their leader.

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A Proper Goodbye | 50 Word Story

Grandpa’s eyes fluttered closed, face now still like a shrunken wax facsimile.
I touched Dad’s shoulder. “He’s gone. Let’s go.”
He smiled, lips tight with hidden grief. “I need a few moments.”
I swallowed. “I understand.”
I walked out into the autumn air, wishing I’d hugged him instead of speaking.

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Hook, Line and Sinker — Story Openings (Part 2)

In my last post on this topic ( Part1) we covered some of the basics of story openings or hooks.

Going back to my opening line from The Mask of White and Red:

Ilsa’s first memory was of fire.

Something is clearly wrong when someone’s first memory is of fire. There’s no nurture there, only trauma. We instinctively know that there must be a reason for that. There must be a story there. It intrigues us. It entices us and we read on to find out more about Ilsa and learn what happened to her (the What question) and then finally why this happened to her (the Why question) as well as what she’s going to do about it. And ultimately, will she prevail? Your first line needs to set all of this up. If it doesn’t, Discord is going to win.

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To Edit is Divine | 50 Word Story

“Did you even read this before you darkened my door with it?” The editor glared.

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Pop | 50 Word Story

The coroner scribbled in her notebook. “Is that twenty-five feet? Thirty?”

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The Rise and Fall of Yellow Things | 50 Word Story

Surrounded by guards, the parent-murdering despot gave a jolly smile.
So close, but too far to reach. Especially for a boy.
If he did hit him, he’d be captured. Jailed. Killed.
The boy looked for something to throw. He weighed a lemon in his hand.
It was worth the risk.

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The Priest and the Pirate | 50 Word Story

The shade slew the last sailor.
Only the captain and I remained. And I, no pirate, but a priest disguised.

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