Esquizofrénica, homicida, bipolar, depresiva, insomnio, obsesión por la sangre, solitaria: Ariana. Ella haría todo por sus únicas amigas: las voces de su cabeza. Eso incluye matar, torturar y, sobretodo, alimentarlas. Porque ellas solo se alimentan de una cosa, y para eso la utilizan a Ariana: sangre humana. -NO ACEPTO: adaptaciones ni nada por el estilo; si las hay, puedo denunciar plagio. Contenido registrado en safe creative codigo: 1310298904416. Esto es ya que, cuando termine de escribirla y editarla, planeo colocarla en papel. -Playlist de la novela: https://play.spotify.com/user/11180911760/playlist/4MoVhTtx7PDD102gkfu93t -Imagen de portada editada por mi, con asesoramiento de mi cuñada @thewingedwolf. -Imagenes del cast editadas por @thewingedwolf. Te amo♥

Empeze a darme cuenta que algo en Grace no estaba bien. Ya no era la misma. No era la misma niña a la que cuide por tantos años, algo no estaba bien. Como un padre que se preocupa por sus hijos, decidi ir a charlar con ella. Desde que entro a la preparatoria no habia tenido tiempo para pedirme consejos o dejar que le enseñara pokar. Comenzaba a extrañar a mi pequeña Grace. Gire la manija de la puerta de su habitacion y la abri unos cuantos centimetros, habia tenido un dia agotador y no querria despertarla, si es que dormia. Asomando un mano, prendi la luz y al ver... Estaba sentada en el piso abrazando una almohada, llorando. Corri a consolarla. En cuanto toque su cabello para retirarlo de la cara, me miro como a un extraño. -¡No le hagas nada! Prometo no volver a desobedecerte, pero no le hagas daño-. Exclamo desesperada. Miraba aterrorizada por detras de mis espaldas, di vuelta pero lo unico que estaba detras de mi era un simple gato negro.

World War One. The Germans were easy. The zombies were much worse... It is March 1921. The Great War continues, with no foreseeable end in sight. The Central Powers control most of Europe, with only a thin stretch of French coastline still in Allied hands. A beleaguered Britain fights resolutely on, but everyone knows that without the continued support of the United States it would fall within weeks. Then the German invent corpse gas, bringing the dead back to the life on the battlefield, and the Great War becomes the Great Undead War with mankind now fighting for his very survival... (A prequel story to the Great Undead War series by Joseph Nassise)

A world ravaged by war; humanity on the brink. A stranger comes from another time. Is he the saviour mankind has been waiting for... or something far darker? When an accident with an experimental Time Machine plunges David Tweed into another dimension, at first he thinks he got lucky. He's alive, and the world in which he finds himself seems remarkably familiar. Soon, however, he begins to realise how strange this world really is, how tangible is the evil that crawls across the shattered landscape. But strangest of all, everyone he meets seems to have been expecting him. How do they know who he is, and just what have they been waiting for him to do? Alan Porter weaves a deceptively simple story of one man's courage in the face of overwhelming odds. Yet Firestorm is also a fiendishly complex puzzle, where time twists in on itself and nothing is ever quite what it seems. *Firestorm: Descent is also available in paperback or Kindle formats from Amazon. (http://www.amazon.co.uk/Firestorm-Descent-Alan-Porter-ebook/dp/B00792I3KQ/) You can also keep up to date with news of new releases, follow me on Twitter, or like my Facebook page. For more information, see alancporter.com. Your support is appreciated. Thanks for reading!

In this horror short, a father and son must come to terms with their tumultuous history, devastating family loss, and a past that will not stay buried. Memories are slippery, violent things and lying to one's self can be deadly.