Dave

Dave was a prepper.

He had 500 gallons of water and enough food to last him for a year.

Dave was a prepper.

His coworkers though he was crazy. they had given him the name “prepper” as an insult, but he wore it with pride. He was a prepper because he was prepared. When society went to shit, which it would, he would survive.

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The Thursday Chronicles

Thursday, November 6th 1958

“You really this this will work?” asked Steve.

“Of course it will,” replied the doctor. “We’ve worked so long for this. Soon, we will accomplish the dream of time travel! Now, flip the switch.”

Steve did as he was told and flipped the switch, sending massive amounts of power straight from the grid to the machine. Lights dimmed all around them, the machine hummed, loud enough to vibrate his teeth then… nothing.

“It didn’t work, did it?” the doctor asked, his face falling. It was third attempt and the doctor’s confidence was not infinite.

“It did not,” Steve replied.

“Ah, well. We’ll get it next time.”


Thursday, June 17th 1971

“Honey, there’s somebody at the door for you,” Steve’s wife called from the front room

Steve trundled up to the front room. He didn’t know what he expected when he got there, but the doctor wasn’t it.

It had been thirteen years since he saw him last. While things had changed dramatically for Steve, the wife and kids were big ones, but he had also filled out and had some gray on his temples now, the doctor looked exactly like the last day they saw each other.

“Steve!’ the doctor shouted, throwing his hands wide. “I found you!”

“You did.” Steve avoided the hug. “Why were you looking for me?” He thought he had made it pretty clear he was done with all of the doctor’s mad scientist stuff.

The doctor grabbed him by the shoulders before he could dodge. “It worked!” he said with a wild look in his eyes.

Steve squinted at him. “What worked?” he asked, knowing full well he didn’t want the answer.

“The experiment!” the doctor shouted in his face. “Our last one.”

“No it didn’t,” Steve said, gesturing around. “See?”

“But it did!” Steve was afraid the doctor’s eyes would pop out of his head.

“Goodbye.” Steve pushed him out the door. “Get some help.” The doctor was still babbling about the experiment behind the closed door as he made his way back to the kitchen.


Thursday, November 6th 2008

Steve lay on the bed in the nursing home. His wife had passed two years previous, and his kids didn’t visit anymore. He couldn’t blame them. He probably wouldn’t visit him either, if he had the choice. They thought he was crazy. Probably he was. A function of old age.

He sensed something at the foot of his bed and saw something large and dark standing there.

He had heard of this happening in a person’s final moments. He welcomed the Reaper gladly.

“Are you death?” he asked the figure.

“No,” the figure replied. It leaned in, revealing a face Steve knew well. The doctor. “I am life.”


Thursday, November 6th 1958

“Get ready! We’re really going to do this!”

Steve was jolted awake from his daydream, uncertain why he had tears streaming down his cheeks.

Behind the Door Released

It’s out everyone!

I’m flexing my claws with this one. Scarier than ASH with some of my best short horror. Check out the all-new Room 142 or revisit old favorites like The Garden, reworked and better than ever!

You can buy it for Kindle or read for free right now on Kindle Unlimited. Click here to see.

Antique Train Ticket

I was handed an antique train ticket. 1902. I don’t know who gave it to me, or why. One minute, I was walking, and the next, I had a ticket and a whisper; “go there”. Continue reading “Antique Train Ticket”

To Blossom

It wasn’t the first time she’d felt like this.  She’d felt the painful sensation of flames on her cheeks and hands before, when she was angry or fearful.  There was never fire, though.  Just heat. This time, it was different.  This time, it was stronger.  Hotter. More painful. And the burning feeling was coursing through her veins, beating the rhythm of her heart. This time, it was inside of her. Continue reading “To Blossom”

Updates

First, I’d like to say that the next part of The Road to Self Publishing is on the way and will be posted tomorrow.

Second, I have a Facebook page now. So, if you’re on Facebook and would like to follow, you can find me here. I’ll be posting updates from this page as well as shorter writing talk and Facebook exclusive stories.

Lastly, if you haven’t heard, my book, ASH, is out. You can buy it on Amazon or check out the landing page for the other ways to buy.

There we are! See you tomorrow!

ASH Is Out!

My debut novel, ASH is finally out!

You can find the Kindle version here, or head over to its Landing Page to find other ways to buy.

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Help

“Don’t you move a muscle,” said the voice as something hard pressed into the small of Nicholas’s back. “You’re gonna empty your pockets, nice and slow.” Continue reading “Help”

The Road to Self Publishing- Amazon

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Okay, it’s time to talk about the 500 pound gorilla in the room, Amazon. If you oppose Amazon on ideological grounds and won’t use them, that’s completely valid. This article just isn’t for you. I’ll be posting separate articles on the other marketplaces you can use. Continue reading “The Road to Self Publishing- Amazon”

Aleria

This is the beginning of a piece I have been playing around with.

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What crawled into your clamshell and pissed all over it?” Ryker swam over to her, his powerful purple tail pushing him forwards.

Marlowe paused in her path towards the palace, looking him over as he effectively blocked her way. “I’m sure I don’t know what you mean, Captain,” she said, her golden eyes daring him to prod her any more.

Ryker smirked, crossing his arms across his broad bare chest. “You aren’t your usual…chipper self.”

This earned him an eyeroll, and Marlowe stretched her long maroon tail out, trying to work out some of the soreness. “Today I’m wearing a lovely shade of ‘I slept like shit, so don’t piss me off’,” she told him, narrowing her eyes at him. “Don’t you have an army to train?”

A bark came unexpectedly from Ryker, and he shook his head. “Marlowe, I hate to tell you this, but you wear that shade every day.” He chuckled again, then backed out of her way. “Don’t worry, it looks good on you.” The Captain gave her a flirty wink, before swimming off in the direction that Marlowe had come from.

She sneered as he passed by, then continued towards the palace. Not only did she sleep awfully and was feeling the effects of it, but she had been called to a meeting with the Queen, which was terrifying in itself. For years, she’d been the personal guard of the Prince and Princess, sixteen year old twins. As she swam forward into the palace, she was rethinking the past several days with the twins, trying to pinpoint any moment that something had gone wrong. What could she have done that would cause the Queen to call her forward? She’d started some combat training with them and allowed Claire to be a little more brutal with her brother than she probably should have, mostly to teach him self-defense. They’d snuck out of the castle and Marlowe allowed them to think they were alone, and she’d followed them to watch them play in the wreckage of a sunken ship. Still, even as she listed all of these things in her mind, she couldn’t figure out what would be bad enough to earn herself a meeting with the Queen. Marlowe neared the throne room and nodded to the two guards standing watch over the broad doors, who nodded back and opened the doors for her. The room was long and empty, which held minimal surprise to her. If this was to be a sentencing for something she’d done wrong, surely the Queen would have a witness present?

Marlowe bowed appropriately before looking up at Queen Qo’oral. “Your Majesty,” she said in her usual monotone, trying not to convey the nerves that she felt by standing here in front of the Queen. It seemed like nothing to follow the royal twins around every day and to be the head of their security, but their mother was a completely different beast all together. She was thin and lithe, her long glittering silver tail curled beneath her as she sat delicately on a throne of elaborate carved coral. Her lavender hair hung straight down her shoulders, a crown perched on top of her head. The Queen lifted her finger to her lips, silencing Marlowe, and she nodded down to the deep green seaweed wrapped around her torso. An infant was nestled on his mother’s chest, sleeping peacefully tucked into the seaweed.

“You wanted to see me?” Marlowe asked, her voice lowered so she wouldn’t wake the youngest Princess up.

The Queen nodded, giving a sweet smile. “How have you liked working with the twins, Marlowe? I hope they haven’t bored you during your duty.”

“Your children are far from boring, Your Majesty. They have a way of…keeping me on my fins.”

A soft chuckle escaped the Queen, and she nodded, seemingly understanding. “They are quite characters, aren’t they?” She sat up a little straighter, which only made Marlowe recheck her posture and stand a little taller in front of the Queen. “You’re aware of Kelo’s retirement?”

Kelo was one of the elder guards, who had started training Marlowe when she was old enough to hold a spear. It was surprising to most of the guards that he would be retiring now. “I am.”

“His position for the past few years has been organizing the care of Prince Gabriel. He has recommended you for his position. I am inclined to agree with him.”

Marlowe froze. “Me?” she finally stammered, looking at the Queen with wide eyes. “Are you sure? I’m not exactly good with children of that age.” Mostly she liked the teenaged Prince and Princess, she could watch them from afar and teach them to fight and not worry about breaking their delicate bones like she would a three year old.

Queen Qo’oral stood from her chair, her long tail flicking from side to side in the cool water. “You’ll start tomorrow, Kelo will show you the ropes before his retirement. I’m sure you’ll do fine.” With those parting words, the Queen nodded a good day to Marlowe, who bowed, and swam off to go to her next appointment.