Posts Tagged ‘Hidden People’

“Shoulder” – story published online from Vincent Eaton’s story collection “Intimate Dialogues”

Tuesday, October 1st, 2013

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Mr. Eaton has asked me to inform you that this is (probably) the last of his semi-badgering promotional activities based around the publication of his story collection Intimate Dialogues.


Four stories from this collection had been published previously online by different magazines. At least three of these, I’ve been informed, have been shouted at you (in a very online sort of way) during these last summer months.


This forth and final shout concerns his published story SHOULDER – and if you click anywhere around here you can go read it – for free at The Cordland Review.


And, I’m requested to urge, if ya like that one, there’s more where it came from. Print and ebooks availability right here.


After I have passed on those essential points, I have been asked to end this and give thanks for reading this and get out.


Consider this done.

“Ledge” – another story from my collection, Intimate Dialogues

Tuesday, June 18th, 2013

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Recently my newest fiction work, a collection of stories, Intimate Dialogues, was published.


Some of the stories included in the collection were published elsewhere. One such story, Ledge, was published by the extremely well-regarded online literary magazine, The Barcelona Review. To read, click here to read LEDGE.


If you like it, and want to read similar stories, go here to buy the book.


And I made a video you may have not seen for this book’s promotion. Watch Here.


Thanks. – Vincent

STORY – On the Shore

Monday, February 11th, 2013

Waterfall


I found myself by some ancient trees standing next to a cold waterfall. Someone had melted animal fat all over my feet. The word discovery had been penned on my right palm. In blue ink. I moved an inch and felt the swift movement of a tail behind me, something attached, and this was wholly new to me. On my left palm there was no writing. I returned slowly to my original inch. A violative vessel appeared from beneath the waterfall, many fierce black ancient muscled beasts thrusting from the bow, primed to gnaw. Elegant waves were raised up in the water by the emergent prow. These waves undulated toward me who stood on the shore fixed and immobile except for the occasional imprudent inch of movement. The vessel’s size increased as more of it emerged from the heavy never-ending fall of water. The waves it had created in the distance now finally reached the shore where I stood. They lapped up over the land, heading for my feet covered in animal fat. Hungry, acidic waves. I ran away not an inch.

Greetings for 2013

Monday, January 14th, 2013

My short video of greetings for the year 2013.


CLICK HERE TO SEE IT.


- Vincent

My Inner Child is a Brat (T-shirt Design from hidden people)

Wednesday, December 19th, 2012




A Quickie Video (45 seconds!).


Some nasty new age inner child stuff.


Your grumpy, bratty inner child finally exposed!


Make one where you are….


EUROPE.


USA


BELGIUM


UNITED KINGDOM


GERMANY & THE NETHERLANDS



FRANCE


SWEDEN


You can access other countries once you are on any of these pages by clicking on the FLAG ICON at the top right of the page….


Go on.

THE NICE GUY (novel) : the author reads a bit of it….

Monday, December 17th, 2012



My novel, THE NICE GUY, came out in the summer of 2012. It got some nice comments, sold a bit.


I’m recording the audio version, and here’s the first four minutes. Via this little video link right here.


Here’s where to go to read some sample chapters, buy, etc. hidden people : The Nice Guy


And some nice readers said some nice thinks on Amazon about THE NICE GUY. Read ‘em here: Some reviews – you will need to scroll down some after clicking this link. Geez, maybe this would even become a last minute present….


That’s that for this. – Thanks for coming by. Vincent


Polite Babies STILL coming for Christmas 2012!

Thursday, November 29th, 2012

A while back I told about how I had been working with a number of designers on designs for a line of fabrics (T-shirts stuff, really).


The series for this Christmas is nearly ready and they are called the “Polite Babies” series.


Here’s a few more samples you can expect











Where you can order them coming soon, real soon. — Thanks! V+

Traveling once in the USA, I saw this by the side of the road….

Tuesday, October 23rd, 2012

Once, driving through a part of New England in the USA, where everything was rural and green and generally bucolic, I most unexpectedly came upon this:


Clicking here will bring you to a 1 minute video on what I saw there.


Thanks for dropping by. -Vincent

Polite Babies coming for Christmas

Tuesday, October 2nd, 2012

I have been working with a number of designers on a bunch of designs for a line of t-shirts and other fabrics as well as accessories that includes cups, bags, hats, etc. I’m releasing them through my hidden people creative story outfit that’s evolving to wherever it feels it needs to go. I hurriedly launched this last December, Just To Get It Out, since the concept had been on a major back burner for years.


Then I had to get more serious and professional about it with some long-term vision to boot. So now, after much work, I have four launches scheduled this year and into 2013 of different designs. The first batch is nearly ready and they are called the “Polite Babies” series.


It is basically for kids, but no one is stopping anyone from putting them on more adult-sized stuff.


Here’s a few (a taster if you will).











I’ll let you know when they are released (sometime next month it says here on my ambitious schedule.)


Thanks for dropping by. – Vincent

Story – Toes in the past

Thursday, June 28th, 2012




He came from more than a few thousand miles away, stepping from his current home in an obscure, dainty country and onto the rich and famous and worshiped sand of a Southern California beach where he had once met a wholesome girl when this was his home as a kid, a teenager, and standing alone on this beach he found himself vibrating with a lust for his life way back then, and he measured the years, some of its memories, as his toes disappeared into the sand, the grains, into the ocean water that came and went.


The surf was blown so there wasn’t much to gaze at, so he wiggled his fingers in the on-shore wind to feel that. He thought of what’s her name, the wholesome girlfriend’s name he knew but wanted to pretend he no longer remembered from forty years back. Not remembering her name would prove he had moved on emotionally and romantically, then again, in some fuzzy, pathetic way, he would teach her a four-decade old lesson by not remembering her name.


Turning, he looked at a place on the beach behind him and saw her sixteen year old face in his head and imagined, briefly, that face now, a senior citizen, and failed, gladly, to bring the inevitable stains and mini-massacres that had to have happened to her over time. She stayed sixteen and amazingly in like/love with him.


He recalled surfer friends, many dead, most half disappeared if not barely half-remembered. Once he had had true surfer skills, zooming on waves, agile, graceful, inventive, all his current memories waiting for him in the future, which was happening now. Never again would he be that good again with the surf for the remainder of this whatever.


His feet got covered in the sand as the sand drained from his brain. His past, his present, the sharp and dim memories. The breeze in his brain.
He felt the inoperable lump bulging from inside his throat while watching impossible clichés before him. The golden sunset. The lap of waves and rolling sand. The endless hush sound the water made coming and going.
He sat down on the beach, eyes glues to the fading gold of the goodbye sun.
He lay down on the beach and closed his eyes.
He waited for one of two things to stop first: the memories or the lump mutating inside his throat.
He knew which would stop. But not quite yet. Not yet.