After Us |99p Kindle Sale!

KINDLE BOOK SALE | Melissa Holden, Mark Looker, Edd Hodsdon and Lorna Holland

To celebrate the appearance of colder, shorter winter nights and crunchy autumn leaves, we’ve decided to put AFTER US on sale!

AFTER USBLURB | AFTER US

When the world ends, what comes AFTER US?

Featuring stories from Edd Hodsdon, Melissa Holden, Lorna Holland, and Mark Looker, AFTER US explores the effects of an apocalypse on the survivors.

AFTER the apocalypse the laws and rules of the old world bind US no more, and mankind’s true, savage nature takes over.

AFTER the apocalypse, none of US will ever be the same again…

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Stories Include: Behind Bars, Cure In Age, Keep Your Friends Close, Lonely In A Crowd, Strangers On The Road, Silent Screams, Sally Lin

To find the sale price in your country, use the sale links below. (Some countries may need to redirect via the US page).

After Us | Sales Links

Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/After-Apocalypse-Anthology-Melissa-Holden-ebook/dp/B00QD6Y588

Amazon US: http://www.amazon.com/After-Apocalypse-Anthology-Melissa-Holden-ebook/dp/B00QD6Y588

Amazon CA: http://www.amazon.ca/After-Apocalypse-Anthology-Melissa-Holden-ebook/dp/B00QD6Y588 

Amazon DE: http://www.amazon.de/After-Apocalypse-Anthology-Melissa-Holden-ebook/dp/B00QD6Y588 

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Lazy Sunday [a poem by Melissa Holden]

Staying in bed, all wrapped up tight,

the heating’s on, and the house is quiet

Mom’s put the kettle on, bacon’s on the grill

she hands you a cup of tea – try not to spill!

Everyone chats, the TV’s on somewhere

Your little brother’s still playing with Ted The Bear.

There’s no need to get dressed today.

Why? Because it’s a lazy Sunday.

Daily Prompt: Long Exposure

Among the people you’ve known for a long time, who is the person who’s changed the most over the years? Was the change for the better?

I think that would be my mother.

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When I was a child, she was a fragile quiet mess. Now she is a loud confident woman who can stand her ground. We may not always see eye-to-eye, and we certainly have different outlooks of life, my I am proud of her growth.

She used to be someone you ignored dismissed, but now people walk into a room and notice her. Yes, she’s gotten older but that hasn’t stopped her.

My mother is loved by so many people in her life, just because she doesn’t have Facebook – doesn’t mean she doesn’t have friends. The people that love her make the effort to see her face-to-face and spend time with her.

Perhaps when I’m a mother myself, I’ll idolize her even more for her strength and courage, but for now I shall have to admire that strength from my daughter-role and commend that everyone in her life love her for who she is.

Daily Prompt: Long Exposure

DAILY PROMPT: In The Summertime

To check out this week’s Daily Prompts, click here.

As usual, I make pretty big plans for my summer.

  • Go back to France for the day
  • Go to Scotland
  • Visit my family in Wales
  • Finish and publish my new novel
  • Start another novel
  • Get some short stories published
  • Move house
  • Get a second job
  • Blog daily
  • Sunbathe
  • Visit my boyfriend more often

The usual rubbish.

I think I’m looking forward to the lack of stress this summer (that is after I have moved house). That way I will have time, and patience, to sit down every day and write – which so far, is not happening.

Got any tips for me to de-stress? Comment below or Tweet me @melissaholden94

Daily Prompt: Don’t You Forget About Me

“Imagine yourself at the end of your life. What sort of legacy will you leave? Describe the lasting effect you want to have on the world, after you’re gone.”

For today’s, and many other Daily Prompt’s: click here.

When I leave this world, I hope: I will never die.

My words will be permanently etched into the world, as my stories, my books. My books are my legacy.  I hope one day, my words will give someone the escape they need, if only for a few hours, so that they might have a chance in this dying world of ours.

I hope I have left behind a loving family, and children. I want to leave behind a world without pollution, and with hope.

I want to leave behind a son, who wants to walk among the stars some day. I want to leave behind a little girl, who is proud of herself, and aims high. I want to leave behind a husband, who will always remember me.

We all leave a mark on the world. Mine will be my words, my ashes, and my love.

 

A Blog For Norman

Hi WordPress followers!

Hope you all had a wonderful Christmas and a Happy New Year! As many of you who follow my blog closely know, I recently lost a person who was very dear to me, an although it was not a complete shock, I don’t think I have come to terms with it. 

Norman McKay Brown, raised me. I’ve known him since I was eight years old. Without him: I would be nothing.

I’ve decided to make a list of the things I would never have done without him, so here goes:

– Gone to Thorpe Park (his daughter and husband took me)

– Eaten Chinese food (Beef Chow Mein when I was nine)

– Seen Rochester castle

– Go to Broadstairs and play crazy golf at eight in the morning

– Have a step-sister and step-brother-in-law and -step-niece and -step nephew

– Become a writer

– Gone to university (it was my step-sisters passion for learning that made me realize my potential)

-Written a book (he encouraged me until the end, I’m glad he got to hold my book in his hands before he passed)

– Gone to France (he persuaded my mother to let me go)

– Learn how to pull a pint (aged 9, standing on a crate)

– Develop a passion for film

– Listen to ELO

– Meet some of the most important people in my life

– Read as much as I do (he bought me a book of bedtime stories when I was nine, and read them to me)

– Learned how to cook

– Try Indian food

 

What I am trying to say, that even the little things we do for one another, can change a persons life. If Norman had never had Kaye; I would never have gone to university. If my mother wasn’t constantly ruining dinner, Norman would have never shown me how to cook. If Norman didn’t introduce me to every pub landlord in Dartford; I would have been an underage drinker being arrested in a bar.

If Norman hadn’t walked in to mine and my mothers life all those years ago, I wouldn’t have become the woman I am today.

Norman, whether you are on a cloud pulling pints in the sky, or resting eternally: I love you, and thank you. You changed my life in ways I could never have told you. You and your family welcomed me when my own rejected me. You introduced me into a world where two men may walk into a bar strangers, and leave as friends.

Rest in peace you amazing man, 

Goodbye xxxxxxx 

 

If you would like to help raise money to stop other families losing loved ones to cancer, please support Macmillan or if you would like to donate to the “The Norman McKay Brown tribute fund” then please do so. Every donation counts.