Welcome back to author Frank L. Cole
Frank L. Cole was born into a family of Southern storytellers and wrote his first book as age eight. Sadly he misplaced the manuscript and has since forgotten what he wrote. Highly superstitious and gullible to a fault, Frank will believe any creepy story you tell him, especially ones involving ghosts and Bigfoot. Currently along with his wife and three children, he resides in the shadow of a majestic western mountain range, which is most likely haunted.
If you could travel in a Time Machine would you go back to the past or into the future?
If you could have any superpower what would you choose?
Any other books in the works? Goals for future projects?
What inspired you to want to become a writer?
Tell us your most rewarding experience since being published.
If you could jump in to a book and live in that world, which would it be?
What’s one piece of advice you would give aspiring authors?
If you could live anywhere in the world where would it be?
When you were little, what did you want to be when you “grew up”?
How did you know you should become an author?
Who are your favorite authors of all time?
Can you see yourself in any of your characters?
What’s the craziest writing idea you’ve had?
How do you react to a bad review?
If you were a super hero what would your kryptonite be?
If you could take over the world, would you?
Hot or Cold?
Black or White?
Print or Ebook?
Chocolate or Vanilla?
Regular or Diet?
Coke or Pepsi?
Horror or Romance?
Action or Drama?
Pizza or Pasta?
Skittles or M&Ms?
Sweet or Salty?
City or Country?
Harry Potter or Twilight?
Gum or Breath Mints?
Spontaneity or Planning Ahead?
PC or Mac?
Beach or Pool?
Shoes or Sandals?
Cats or Dog?
Cause or Effect?
Heads or Tails?
Facebook or Twitter?
Truth or Dare?
Text or Talk?
The Adventures of Hashbrown Winters
There I stood, hiding next to the vending machines, disguised as a potted plant. I brushed the plastic leaves from my face and stared down the hallway toward the front double doors. Snow Cone always said one day this ridiculous costume would come in handy.
Fifteen minutes had passed since the last student left for the buses, but I wasn’t about to take any chances. Not with my life hanging in the balance. Leaning forward, I peered around the corner just as the sound of footsteps echoed down the hallway. Was this it? Could this be him? Was I about to be pulverized by Hambone while wearing an emergency disguise I had just pulled from my locker?
Hashbrown Winters and his treehouse club of buddies are well known around Pordunce Elementary, especially after Hashbrown s seminar last year on how to give the best show and tell performances er, presentations. But when Hashbrown accidentally crosses Hambone Oxcart, the death dealer of Pordunce, he’ll need more than just the support of his friends to survive Hambone’s wrath.
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