READ ON ANY DEVICE – smartphone, tablet, reader, computer…
eShots are like eBooks – just shorter. If you’re looking for something bigger than a breadbox but smaller than a… then eShots are for you. Novellas, short stories, novel excerpts, and non-fiction. All eShots are economically priced at $2.99.
For a full description or to purchase the titles below, click on the photos.
Bill discovers he has a unique gift, one that delights him, but brings with it a certain amount of difficulty. As he grows to manhood he sets out on a journey to find his place in the world. Unable to achieve the recognition he seeks, he eventually returns home disillusioned. Then, just as fate offers him a career that seems a perfect fit, his rare gift is snuffed out. Bill struggles against the darkness of loneliness and confusion until an old childhood nemesis appears and kicks him awake.
Viktor, the Ukrainian cousin, is coming. His dubious introduction to western capitalism with an unscrupulous employer sends him seeking sanctuary in the home of his Canadian aunts. The ladies are won over by the young man’s ambition. They see great things in his future. However, Terry, his layabout cousin, sees past the smiles and kisses from the outset. When he discovers the true nature of Viktor’s business plan, it is up to him to cover up more than his Ukrainian cousin’s slap-dash paint jobs.
Overburden by D.C. Troicuk
As Deputy Examiner in a 1970s coal mine, Doc reads the level of the volatile methane gas by the flame of the Clanney lantern like a mystic reading an oracle. Then he lies awake waiting for the double blow of the whistle to signal disaster. While the author draws on the experiences of her father in the coal mines of Glace Bay, Nova Scotia, Overburden is not his story. But it could have been.
Buried Works is an essay from the collection Travels in the Windowseat by Robyn Marie Butt. Works of visual art inhabit three-dimensional space and writing does not. What an object can convey, without words, in space, surpasses the limping linearity available to writers of English: only sign language can describe, yet share, the properties of things which take up space. And where, for instance, sculpture by Michelangelo has the sensual dimensions in which to organize its message, writing has only this illusionary, forward-biting, encoded seam of words.