Wednesday, February 12, 2020

Australia Burns (The Wild Rose Press Charity Anthology) Vol. 1, featuring Laura Strickland's Tall Tales

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Once again...

I am proud to announce that the generous folks at The Wild Rose Press...from authors to editors to the owners...have compiled a three-volume anthology to raise money to help the poor folks in Australia. The authors (48, I believe!) donated a short story and the staff busted their buns to get them ready for publication in a matter of weeks.

I wanted to share excerpts from some of the short stories I was privileged to read. I will post over the next few days and I ask that you help spread the word. 

Ideally, purchasing directly from The Wild Rose Press will garner the most money for the fund, since there will not be the cut that goes to AMZ, but unfortunately, the shipping is fairly steep unless several copies are being purchased.

Australia Burns: Show Australia Some Love, Vol. 1

Tall Tales 


Laura Strickland 


The oldsters—six in number besides Deacon—exchanged dour looks with one another.  Not one of them there hadn’t heard the “Mongolian” story at least a dozen times.  True, it wasn’t always the same: sometimes Deacon exaggerated one detail or another, turning the Mongolian into a professional wrestler or the noodles into a tasty can of stew.
Wiley, who’d been the town’s grease monkey until he retired, pulled a stogie from his pocket and then put it away again, hastily. They were allowed to smoke out on the porch, but if he lit up in the store, Eric Nielson’s wife, Donna, would come down on him like ten exes.  Wiley thought about going on home, but the rain drummed on the roof of the store with the intensity of a maniacal rock drummer.  He also considered calling Deacon on the veracity of his stories, telling him he was full of hot air, but bit his tongue instead.
“Well then,” Deacon started up again, wheezing like a bagpipe, “did I ever tell you ’bout the time Martians landed in the back forty out at Henderson’s farm? A clear night it was, and I was walking home after delivering Elmer Wright’s kid. Not his blood kid, you understand, but the goat his prize nanny was carrying. She was having trouble giving birth, and Elmer knew what a deft hand I was with small stock.  He sent his boy Timmy running to fetch me and I delivered him a fine, strapping billy goat, too big in the head for his ma to manage alone.”
You’re big in the head, Wiley thought with a wave of annoyance.  Why couldn’t the old fella let someone else get a word in edgewise? “Anybody want a game of checkers?” he proposed, hoping to head off the remainder of the Martian story.
“Now hold on, young fellow, you just listen. No need to get all impatient.” Deacon broke into a wide grin, which didn’t do his face any favors.  The man had lost his dentures years ago, and beneath the battered old cap he always wore, he was all gums and wrinkles. “Listen up and you might learn something.”



Author's links:

Author Amazon page
Goodreads page 
Twitter: Laura Strickland Author @LauraSt05038951

The entire set:


Amazon (e-books) 
Amazon  (print)


  1. Thanks for your wonderful efforts editing this story, and thanks for promoting!

    1. Happy to do so, Laura. Thank you for contributing to this very worthy cause!

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    1. We appreciate all of your efforts, sherry. Thank you so much!