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He remembered the drive that day, the specific curve of the road, the way the late afternoon sun had slanted through the windshield. He dissected every moment, every conversation, every decision, searching for the infinitesimal pivot point, the single missed cue that had led to this catastrophic conclusion. The “what ifs” were a relentless barrage, each hypothetical scenario a fresh wave of guilt washing over him. What if he’d taken a different route? What if he’d been driving slower? What if he’d insisted they stay home? Each question was a self-inflicted wound, a testament to ...

Lee Crow: Year 2196. Captain Lee Crow leaned back in his pilot's chair as Eagle One slid into Moon Base 14's docking bay with that familiar metallic groan. His fingers flew over the controls, years of muscle memory making the landing look easier than it was. This rustbucket of a cruiser had cost him most of his savings fresh out of college - worth every credit, even if the maintenance fees kept him awake at night sometimes. His great-grandpa would've never imagined this life, back when people still picked their own careers instead of getting Life Mapped from birth. Four years at Specialty ...

Each evening, after the last of his legitimate surveying work was done, Elias would retreat into his sanctuary. The familiar ritual of preparing his tools – the sharpened quills, the precise rulers, the pots of meticulously mixed inks – now held a new, almost clandestine significance. He was no longer merely a cartographer of Veridia; he was becoming a scholar of the impossible, an archivist of the cosmic. He would carefully unroll the celestial chart, its otherworldly luminescence bathing his small workshop in a soft, ethereal glow that seemed to push back the encroaching smog and ...

The air, once a crisp promise of life, now hung heavy, a suffocating shroud of ochre dust and acrid fumes. Earth, their ancestral cradle, was gasping its last, ragged breaths. Decades of unchecked industrial sprawl, of rivers choked with effluent, of forests razed for short-term gain, had finally brought the planet to its knees. The sky, a bruised canvas of perpetual twilight, offered no solace, only a grim testament to humanity’s heedless ambition. From the viewport of the Eagle Two, Earth was a dying ember, its once vibrant blues and greens leached away, replaced by the sickly hues of ...

The gritty concrete pressed against my cheek, cold and unforgiving. A dull, throbbing ache pulsed behind my eyes, radiating outwards to claim every muscle, every fiber of my being. My body felt heavy, leaden, as if anchored to the ground by unseen chains. The air hung thick and cloying, a miasma of decay and something else… something feral, something primal. I coughed, the taste of blood metallic on my tongue, a coppery tang that clung to the back of my throat. My eyes flickered open, focusing slowly on the blurry shapes around me. The first thing I registered was the stench – the ...

America The Dead Survivor Stories One contains the first two books of the America The Dead series. Begins The End: When a catastrophic natural disaster looms on the near horizon, the government releases an airborne virus designed to make the human race better able to survive. Those that do survive are picking up the pieces of their world, and those that have died lay in their death sleep, but in their bodies the virus works on, mutating, setting the stage for a second catastrophe far worse that the first. Los Angeles: An apocalypse of epic proportions has shaken the Earth to it's core. In ...

Are you a fan of post-apocalyptic stories? Do you love a good ol' zombie thriller? Well, let me introduce you to Reset - a gripping new series that will have you on the edge of your seat! Set in a world ravaged by a Zombie Apocalypse, Reset follows the harrowing journey of lone survivors as they struggle to stay alive amidst the chaos and destruction. But it's not just the undead that they have to contend with - there's also the looming threat of gang violence, the constant breakdown of the environment, and the scarcity of safe havens. What you will love most about Reset is the raw and ...

And Harlem was strange. The gangs had taken over. First fighting among themselves, then taking over the streets. The drug infested blocks just off the interchanges where the white folks had sometimes driven down into, pretending to be lost so they could buy their shit, take it back to their cozy, safe neighborhoods - probably a place just like this, Donita thought - and get high with their friends, closed down. The whole area blocked off, city buses pulled across the streets. They had tried to go there. She knew first hand what it was like. She and Bear had left that area after just a few ...

The Old West is a collection of five western themed stories set in the old west. Come along for an authentic trip through the west, the way it really was. Jimson Jones, Sarah Johnson, The Cowboy, The Farmers Wife, To Hang a Thief An excerpt from: Sarah Jones One starless night, the tranquility of Harmony Creek was irrevocably broken. The rhythmic chirping of crickets was replaced by the terrifying sounds of shattering glass and panicked screams. A nightmare descended upon the peaceful farm. The familiar comfort of home was replaced by a brutal violence, a darkness that would sear itself ...

The city sprawled beneath him, a glittering tapestry woven with threads of ambition and illuminated by a million indifferent stars. From the aerie of his penthouse, high above the cacophony of the streets, Vinny LaRosa surveyed his kingdom. It wasn't a kingdom of stone and mortar, but of shadow and influence, a sprawling, illicit empire that pulsed with a life of its own. The lights weren't just streetlamps and neon signs; they were signals, markers of territories controlled, deals brokered, and lives manipulated. Each flicker was a testament to his reach, a silent acknowledgment of the ...

The end has come for the people of Earth. The forces of nature have aligned, echoing the cataclysms of the past, and a devastating event looms on the horizon—one that will leave only a fraction of humanity standing. From America to Australia, governments will crumble and fall, millions will perish, and the once-mighty military machine will grind to a halt. In the chaos, fanatics and the deranged will seize control of the remnants, only to be consumed by the same relentless forces that brought civilization to its knees. In the aftermath, a desolate planet will remain—one that was never ...

In the heart of the vast and shimmering Pacific Ocean, three young ship boys, each no more than a few years past their childhood, found themselves cast away on a breathtakingly beautiful tropical island. This was no ordinary place; it was a lush paradise adorned with vibrant flora and fauna, where the warm sun kissed the golden sands and the gentle waves whispered secrets of the sea. Yet, beneath this idyllic exterior lay the harsh reality of survival in the 17th century, a time when the world was still largely unexplored and filled with both wonder and danger. The boys had been crew ...

The city breathed with a rhythm all its own, a symphony of sounds and smells that were as much a part of Vinnie LaRosa as his own heartbeat. Little Italy, mid-20th century, was a vibrant, chaotic organism, its narrow streets a pulsing artery crammed with life. From the cramped tenements that clawed at the sky, their fire escapes a tangled lace against the brick, to the bustling trattorias that spilled the rich, intoxicating aroma of simmering tomato sauces and roasted garlic onto the cobblestones, the neighborhood was a constant, humming presence. Laundry flapped like colorful prayer flags ...

John watched as Bear helped the girls move their sleeping bags and back packs over to a clear space on the factory floor. He didn’t see what Madison saw in Cammy, but it was her choice, and she wouldn’t get a second chance with him. He came close to slamming his fist into the cement floor. Not frustrated at all, he told himself. Not even a little. He was about to roll out his sleeping bag and go to sleep, maybe tomorrow would have a different spin, he thought briefly, when Bear walked over and dropped down in a squat next to him. He moved so fast and easy for a big man. “Hey,” John ...

The United States of America are no more. The people left to fend for themselves with no governments, cites, electricity, grocery stores, medicines... It's all gone. In face most of the people are gone with it and those that are left are unsure of strangers. Untrusting of anyone. There are rumors of dead coming to life again. There are rumors of some of the larger cities surviving only to be taken over and run by gangs now. Follow a group who come together and then make their way across part of what is left of the country. They are only looking to survive what is left of the world they used...

I decided that I did not have enough to do in my guitar shop, and so I decided to take some of the cast-off parts, put some work into them, manufacture a few parts myself and build a custom acoustic guitar for studio recording. I import thousands of guitars a year, and I buy a great deal of domestic parts. All of that goes to anticipate and meet my customers' needs. For this I wanted to get by cheaply. Something a customer may not want because it is scratched, broken, poorly assembled doesn't always merit the same rejection attitude from me. I can fix it. I may be making changes that won't ...

Her worn boots crunched on shards of broken glass and twisted metal, remnants of a world that had once teemed with life. Buildings, skeletal remains of their former glory, clawed at the sky, their empty windows like hollowed-out eyes staring blankly at the desolate landscape. She moved with the slow, deliberate grace of someone who had learned to conserve energy, every movement measured, every step calculated. Survival was a delicate dance, a precarious balance between hope and despair. Elara clutched the worn leather satchel close to her chest, its contents her lifeline: a handful of dried...

Ethan lives in Harlem with his wife Janelle. The city gets out of control fast as an apocalypse hits the world. Harlem is burning; what is not burning is gang controlled. What is not gang controlled is abandoned. The people are on their own. The cops disappeared, same with fire fighters. The Fires are unchecked. Across the river parts of New Jersey are also burning. Ethen and his wife pick up bits and pieces of newscasts but none of it seems to make sense to them. Things become clearer over the next few nights. Something, or somethings are prowling the streets at night, preying even on the ...

I walked through the park. There were hundreds there already. In the coming days those same people began to make the park home. But that day they wandered aimlessly. In shock. The subway was shut down, most of it flooded. The buses parked. You could not find a cab. The same with the cops. Everything that was the same about the city. The things you could depend on to be the same day after day, were gone. A few short days and they were gone. No more. And it had a feeling of permanence to it. A feeling of doom. I sat down on a bench and watched the people shuffle by. No noisy kids. No babies ...

The dead were all around, pulled from their wanderings by the sound of the wreck and the smell of the living. Johnny shifted Lana's weight more fully onto his shoulder, and lifted the gun, but before he could fire, the truck blew up behind him and he felt himself pushed by the blast out into the street where he struggled to stay on his feet. A warm rush of air moved rapidly past him and Johnny got his feet moving only a second later. The dead scattered. They made an odd clicking sound, a sort of strangled scream, which Johnny supposed was all they could do with no air to move their lungs, ...