Urban Legends Getting International Love! Plus, My Personal Guest Post On #BlackLivesMatters!

Sorry, I haven’t been blogging lately. I feel like I’m off and on, which can be a good thing. It means I’m working hard on my writing/art projects. Since it’s October–Spooky Season (woo hoo!!!)–I plan on blogging more to celebrate the countdown to my favorite holiday, Halloween.

I want to thank Deborah J Miles for giving my newest release, Urban Legends, a chance. It’s always cool to see my sales dashboard go international 🙂 Right now, I have readers in the US, UK, Denmark, Australia, and Canada. Thank you, thank you, thank you!!!

Not only did Deborah J Miles give my book a review, she also let me share a personal experience of racism I dealt with at work years ago. It took a lot for me to be vulnerable sharing this…If you want to check out my guest post and check out her book review on Against the Flow Press blog, then please click on the link– Book Review: Urban Legends by Yawatta Hosby

Keep smiling,

Yawatta Hosby

Thanks #FrightGirlSummer for the Shout Out!!! #WomenInHorror #SupportWomenofColor

I want to thank V. Castro for letting me be a guest on the website, Fright Girl Summer. It’s great how they love to support women who write horror! I like how the genre is gaining in popularity 🙂

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She was nice enough to let me post an excerpt of Urban Legends; plus, my author bio is in the Black Voices Matter section of the website. I’m so excited and very grateful. I can’t believe my shy-self is getting my name out there.

They’re currently looking for books and authors to feature, so if you have any suggestions or want to be featured yourself, please contact them. They’re nice ladies!

Keep smiling,

Yawatta Hosby

Urban Legends Is Here!!! #newrelease #indieauthor #amwritinghorror

I met my deadline and published my new horror novella, Urban Legends, this week. Yea me!!!

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Gruesome murders, resembling urban legends, take place in a small college town. Wilk, Elena, and Wayne grow suspicious of their Urban Legends professor when their best friend, Savannah, is found dead in her dorm room with ‘Aren’t You Glad You Didn’t Turn on the Lights?’ written in blood on the mirror. Is Professor Stevens a deranged serial killer? Or just a creepy dude? They must find out the truth before they become the next victims.

EXCERPT FROM URBAN LEGENDS:

The shady looking desk clerk with shifty eyes handed him back his driver’s license and credit card. “Sweeney Todd, please enjoy your stay here. Starting at six a.m., you can eat our complimentary breakfast in the lobby.”

Sweeney Todd stood at the hotel’s front desk in sunglasses, a navy blazer, and combat boots. He smiled and put his cards into his leather wallet. “Thank you.”

Popluck was a town, located five miles from the annoying college town of Independence. Popluck didn’t suffer from tourists. Less people meant less chances of being spotted.

He stepped into the elevator. Men wearing business suits and a few casual couples already stood inside it. He pretended to text on his iPhone, so as to not bring attention to himself.

With no overnight bag, he strolled down the hallway, as the lights flickered on and off, until he reached Room 24. He didn’t plan on spending the night. Why stay in a roach motel when he had a cozy bed at home he could sleep in?

After letting himself in with the card key, he switched on the lights. His gaze scanned the room–a king-sized bed with cheap linens, a dusty dresser with a busted television, a broken remote, a blinking alarm clock, and a carpet covered with black spots.

He sighed and closed the door. When he plopped down on the bed, he texted: Room 24.

I’ll be there shortly, came her reply.

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Keep smiling,

Yawatta Hosby

Urban Legends Cover Reveal!!! #amwritinghorror

COMING SOON:

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I really want to thank my beta-readers, Tomeka and Penny, for reading my earlier draft to help me see if Urban Legends was scary enough. I also want to think the Weekend Writing Warriors and my other blogging friends who took the time to support my writing. Also, thank you Chrys Fey, my editor. Her developmental notes really helped me add more mystery to my horror novel.

I hope you guys are excited for Urban Legends because it’s coming soon!

Keep smiling,

Yawatta Hosby

#8Sunday Weekend Writing Warriors Excerpt #50

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The Weekend Writing Warriors is an awesome site that allows writers to share their 8 to 10 sentence excerpts, published or unpublished, to the blogosphere. If you’d like to join or would like to read wonderful talent, please visit the WeWriWa website on Sunday, 5/24 http://wewriwa.blogspot.com.

I’m sharing my work-in-progress of a serial killer torturing a college campus with urban legends.

Here’s my excerpt:

…I’m not even a bad guy. I only kill with urban legends for true authentic research. After my future novel becomes a bestseller, I’ll have no reason to ever kill again. I promise. I cared for Savannah, but she had to go. When I stuffed her body in the hotel mattress, I knew there was no going back on the plan. I’m just lucky the smell didn’t disgust the hotel guests or staff. I’ve already cleaned the room and returned my key. No more hiding bodies. I want this town to be scared shitless.

That’s the end of this week’s snippet. If you’d like to read more, I’m ending this chapter and introducing what happens in the morning. Main characters, Wayne and Wilk (roommates) are introduced to you guys.

I need to see true reactions of these crazy crimes, so I can make sure my side characters in my novel act appropriately. I want this situation as realistic as possible for my readers.

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Wayne woke to a blood curdling scream. He jolted out of bed; his feet slipped on the carpet, but he caught himself before he could fall. He thought he was having a nightmare. When he saw Wilk rubbing sleep snot from his eyes, looking afraid, Wayne knew he was awake.

He asked, “Is that Elena?” 

Keep smiling,

Yawatta Hosby

#8Sunday Weekend Writing Warriors Excerpt #46

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The Weekend Writing Warriors is an awesome site that allows writers to share their 8 to 10 sentence excerpts, published or unpublished, to the blogosphere. If you’d like to join or would like to read wonderful talent, please visit the WeWriWa website on Sunday, 4/26 http://wewriwa.blogspot.com.

I’m sharing my work-in-progress of a serial killer torturing a college campus with urban legends.

Here’s my excerpt:

No one was safe…

Sweeney Todd hovered over Elena’s body. She looked so peaceful. He took a deep breath, upset with himself for getting distracted, then he made his way back over to the duffel bag. He slowly unzipped it. The smell of death and decay assaulted his nostrils. He held his nose, suppressing the urge to gag. 

He picked up Savannah’s bloated dead body from the bag; her body had been stuffed in there like a broken rag doll. He walked over to Savannah’s bed and lay her on top of it, then he pulled the covers over her like a sleeping bag. He made sure the covers only revealed her face.

Keep smiling,

Yawatta Hosby

#8Sunday Weekend Writing Warriors Excerpt #45

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The Weekend Writing Warriors is an awesome site that allows writers to share their 8 to 10 sentence excerpts, published or unpublished, to the blogosphere. If you’d like to join or would like to read wonderful talent, please visit the WeWriWa website on Sunday, 4/19  http://wewriwa.blogspot.com.

This week I’ll be sharing my urban legends WIP. A serial killer murders college students, one by one, based off famous urban legends.

Here’s my excerpt (for those who haven’t been reading every week–last week’s snippet had Sweeney Todd drag Savannah’s weeks-old dead body into the room and place her on the bed. This is the disgusting smell he keeps referring to in this snippet):

He wondered how she could still be asleep. The smell was atrocious. He pulled out his cell phone from the duffel bag and hit record. He set the cell on the dresser, so it could view the entire room. Then he pulled out the chloroform bottle and cloth. He held his breath, wetted the cloth, and put the cloth over Elena’s nose and mouth. She never had a chance to fight back.

He went to work fast. Sweeney Todd couldn’t afford Elena’s suitemates waking up from the disgusting smell and ruining everything. The only reason he wanted to kill anybody was for his future horror novel to become a bestseller, but if he had to kill to cover his tracks, then he wouldn’t hesitate.

Keep smiling,

Yawatta Hosby

#8Sunday Weekend Writing Warriors Excerpt #44

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The Weekend Writing Warriors is an awesome site that allows writers to share their 8 to 10 sentence excerpts, published or unpublished, to the blogosphere. If you’d like to join or would like to read wonderful talent, please visit the WeWriWa website on Sunday, 4/12 http://wewriwa.blogspot.com.

This week I’ll be sharing my urban legends WIP. A serial killer murders college students, one by one, based off famous urban legends.

Here’s my excerpt (I used creative punctuation to make the best use of my sentences):

…[Sweeney Todd] hoped no one would be lingering in the hallway because the stench would probably cause suspicion; if he was lucky, the person would faint from the disgusting smell.

He wanted to tiptoe down the hall, but the duffel bag was too heavy, causing his feet to drag on the tile floor. He was pretty sure his boots would scruff  it all up; hopefully, the janitor would do his job of waxing the floor to hide any evidence in the morning.

What seemed like hours, Sweeney Todd finally made it to his destination. His heart started beating fast; if  anyone came out of their room and recognized him, he’d be screwed. He hurriedly put his ear to the door and listened for any noises; he heard nothing.

He rushed to pull the spare key out of his pocket, unlocked the door, and went inside, leaving only a crack through the door, not wanting to risk the lights from the hallway waking up his next victim.

Once the door closed, he remained standing by it and dropped the duffel bag onto the carpet. He waited for his eyes to adjust to the dark, listening to the soft snores of his next victim.

Keep smiling,

Yawatta Hosby

 

#8Sunday Weekend Writing Warriors Excerpt #43

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The Weekend Writing Warriors is an awesome site that allows writers to share their 8 to 10 sentence excerpts, published or unpublished, to the blogosphere. If you’d like to join or would like to read wonderful talent, please visit the WeWriWa website on Sunday, 4/5 http://wewriwa.blogspot.com.

This week I’ll be sharing my urban legends WIP. A serial killer murders college students, one by one, based off famous urban legends. To not leave you guys hanging on what eventually happens to Savannah’s dead body, I’m skipping ahead to later chapters. Spoiler alert—it involves another creepy urban legend.

Here’s my excerpt:

Sweeney Todd checked his watch. He was standing on the steps of the Summit dorm hall. It was pitch dark outside: no moon, no stars, no street lamps. Independence University didn’t provide any street lamps on campus this late at night. It was 3am. Sweeney Todd suppressed a yawn.

With his Apple Watch, he hacked into the dorm office and turned off the recording of the surveillance cameras that hung in every hallway on each floor. A black screen would alert night staff, so instead of completely shutting down the system, Sweeney Todd simply rewound the footage. It was on a loop to re-record the footage from last night.

Satisfied he got the job done successfully, he carried the heavy duffel bag over his shoulder and walked into the building.

Keep smiling,

Yawatta Hosby

#8 Sunday Weekend Writing Warriors Excerpt #41

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The Weekend Writing Warriors is an awesome site that allows writers to share their 8 to 10 sentence excerpts, published or unpublished, to the blogosphere. If you’d like to join or would like to read wonderful talent, please visit the WeWriWa website on Sunday, 3/22 http://wewriwa.blogspot.com.

This week I’ll be sharing my urban legends WIP. A serial killer murders college students, one by one, based off famous urban legends.

Here’s my excerpt:

Sweat started to drip from his forehead. Play it cool, he thought. Sweeney Todd wouldn’t be nervous in this situation. Sweeney Todd would embrace the challenge.

He studied the clerk’s eyes to figure out what he was thinking. “Hi, I just found out I’ll be spending longer in town. Can I book the same room for another two months?”

The clerk looked surprised, like why would someone in their right mind want to actually spend days, let alone months, in this dump. Clearing his throat, he said, “Of course, Mr. Todd, I’m happy that the accommodations work for you.” 

 “And can I make a special request?”

Keep smiling,

Yawatta Hosby