Nice to see this positive review of the “13” collection of short stories from SoundSphereMag.com.
“The manner in which the 13 concept is utilised by the creative minds here is something that I thought I would find particularly jarring. I expected to be getting swept away in a character’s adventures only to suddenly spot the 13 element and that this would thrust me out of the experience. Instead, and full credit the authors for this, it became a joy to note with some surprise how that one spark of inspiration had embedded itself in the process. [Especially nice to read this, as it refers to my contribution] In one particularly notable example there is the utterly compelling characterisation of 13 as a convincing female lead, driving the narrative of the speaker forward.”
You can read the review at http://www.soundspheremag.com/reviews/book/book-review-13-the-anthology/ and learn more about the book at http://13-anthology.webs.com/
You can find this anthology of thirteen very diverse short stories on Amazon.com today. The address of the anthology’s website is http://13-anthology.webs.com/, and you can also follow it on Facebook at:
This project was an enjoyable experience because it allowed me to “visit” Max from “L.A. Limo Tales” when he was just in high school. I hope you will enjoy my contribution and the other twelve fine offerings.
[mantra-pullquote align=”right” textalign=”left” width=”45%”]From the upcoming “13” Anthology of short stories…[/mantra-pullquote]
She grew up in Vegas and she grew up hard. Her father was a gambler and her mother cleaned rooms at the Stardust. They lived in a one-bedroom apartment on Koval Lane, just off the Strip. One of those eight unit, two-story, cinder-block dumps with little window air-conditioners that couldn’t cool a closet. Her older brother ran away when he was fourteen. She didn’t miss him.
When she was little, she’d hang out at the Desert Inn by the employees’ entrance, cadging casino chips and snacks from the maids and carpenters and engineers who maintained the illusions inside, laughing at the security guards who came out to run her off. She liked the sickly-sweet sump smell of the Dumpsters back there. She liked watching the flies fry in the blue light over all that rotting food. She liked the big trucks that hauled the dumpsters away and brought back empties. She was seriously into refuse.
She was pretty, but her short hair and hand-me-down clothes made her look like a boy. She didn’t care. She didn’t have time for boys. Every night she’d play canasta with her mother and count the butts piling up in the ashtray. Every morning she’d empty her father’s pockets while he slept on the couch so she’d have milk money for school.
Of course, I only learned all this later.
The multi-author anthology is making great progress and contains a wide variety of story concepts and genres. You can follow it on Twitter @TheTSL13