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What Unorthodox Self-Publishing Channels Remain Under-explored?
What Unorthodox Self-Publishing Channels Remain Under-explored? Chuck Morgan, Crime Fiction Author With the rise of digital publishing, you may know traditional platforms like Amazon and Smashwords, but many other self-publishing channels remain underexplored. These alternative avenues can offer unique opportunities for reaching niche audiences and enhancing your visibility as an author. In this post, you'll discover lesser-known platforms that can help you diversify your publishing strategy and engage with readers in innovative ways.
By Charles E Morganabout a year ago in Fiction
The Girl Who Drew Doors
She discovered the gift at seven, crouched on the kitchen floor with a stub of crayon, drawing a rectangle on the wall. When she tugged the doorknob she’d scribbled in the middle, the plaster dissolved into a warm, cinnamon-scented room that belonged to her grandmother. Grandma had died two years earlier. The room was just as it had been—rocking chair, knitting basket, the faint radio static of a long-silenced station. Amelia stepped through, touched the armrest, and cried with relief. When she returned to the kitchen, the drawing vanished.
By Tariq Ahmadabout a year ago in Fiction
The Clockmaker’s Daughter
He promised to come back from the war. The river kept the secret of whether he did. Every dawn for three years I walked to the banks of the Liriope, where the fog hung low and the water whispered like a confidant. I carried his last letter in my coat pocket, creased and soft from being read so often the words were fading: “I’ll return with the spring floods, Mara. Wait for me.”
By Tariq Ahmadabout a year ago in Fiction
The Secrets My Mother Kept
Alexander wasn't confused anymore. He had panicked at first trying to find the surface of the water. He floated in this space between spaces, where the water felt like silk against his skin and breathing came as naturally as it did on land. The darkness had given way to a soft, blue-green glow that seemed to emanate from everywhere and nowhere at once.
By Parsley Rose about a year ago in Fiction
The Colours of Bees. Top Story - November 2024.
The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished. Neither came as a surprise to Moira. It had been a strong moon that month, and the powerful tidal surge that had backwashed the mighty Liriope River had swept over the valley like a hungry serpent, consuming without conscience the totality of lives in its path.
By Call Me Lesabout a year ago in Fiction
The Letter I Was Never Meant to Read
It was a quiet evening when I stumbled upon the letter. The house was unusually still, the kind of silence that presses on your chest and makes you feel like something is about to change. I hadn’t been looking for secrets; I was simply searching for an old notebook in the wooden chest my mother kept locked in her room. But fate has a strange way of revealing truths when we least expect them.
By Nadeem Shah about a year ago in Fiction
Under the Crimson Sky
The crimson sky stretched endlessly above, its fiery glow spilling across the horizon like blood on sand. For most villagers, it was just another sunset, another day slowly slipping into the night. But for Ayaan, the sight of that sky was both a curse and a reminder—a curse of the past he could never completely bury, and a reminder of the fight he could no longer run away from.
By Nadeem Shah about a year ago in Fiction
