I wrote a short story called Dale and the Golden Nugget that I think is funny and worth reading. Since it isn't the kind of story that literary magazine editors salivate over, I thought I would give Amazon's Kindle Direct Publishing a shot. You can download the story for $0.99 at:
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B008LVD4Q2
Love it or hate it let me know what you think--either on the Amazon page or in the comments section below.
Thanks for reading,
MB Abroad
Description:
Dale is sure that his plan is fool proof; steal the 3rd
gold nugget discovered in the California gold rush, pour his heart out to Darla
the love of his life and leave their small mountain town in the dust. The heist
is the first big idea Dale has ever had and the first big move he has ever
made. Despite his careful planning the heist goes hysterically haywire putting
the happy ending to his townie fairytale in peril.
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B008LVD4Q2
Love it or hate it let me know what you think--either on the Amazon page or in the comments section below.
Thanks for reading,
MB Abroad
Description:

First Page Teaser:
The showroom of
the Twain Harte Historical Preservation Society was empty save for a crumpled 8
½ x 11 sheet of paper, a folding metal chair and a few shards of glass. Hours
earlier the room had showcased the 3rd gold nugget discovered in the California
gold rush—the Preservation Society’s pride and joy. Dale Dilbert took it. He took
it in the name of love.
Dale’s dad was
fond of saying, “Dale you are about as bright as a firefly with its butt put
out.” Dale muttered these very words to
himself as he cowered behind the bar at the Wild Coyote. He had just poured his
heart out to Darla, the love of his life. He told her all the things he always
wanted to say and never could. He offered her the nugget. She held his cheeks
in her hands and pinched them hard. She wobbled and shook his face. She opened
her mouth to speak, but before her sweet words of love and acceptance could
pour out (as Dale was sure they would) sirens pierced the moment—killed it
good. And Darla ran away.
Dale slumped
back dumbfounded. He stared into the wall-length mirror above the bar and
watched the reflected image of the sheriff wiping his feet on the evidence. The
sheriff removed his sunglasses and finger-tapped his holster like a gunslinger
of old. Dale’s head was in a noose and he had nowhere to go but down. And yet, his
only thoughts were of Darla. She ran away. He poured his heart out and she ran
away...
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