Short Stories: Collection #1

Short Stories: Collection #1

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Current stories available: * INVICTUS: Parts 1-4 (Work in Progress) John thought he had died, and he was at peace with that, until he realized that his consciousness was still very much alive, and his wife, Alana, has been working tirelessly to bring him back to help stop the Aliens second invasion attempt. As John continues to bond with his new alien body, he discovers that he is the only thing that can stop the extinction of both species. * POST MORTEM: Parts 1-3 (Work in Progress) A zombie apocalypse story, my favorite kind of story to write... enough said. Coming soon: * DEEP SORROW The work we were doing at the bottom of The Cauldron was important stuff, several scientific breakthroughs were made. Everything was going to change, and it did, in the worst way possible. We unleashed something sinister, and now we're trapped 8,000 feet below water and we don't even know what IT is. All I know is that people are dying, and whatever is causing it is messing with the reality we once knew.
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I watched as my last chance of escape was knocked from my hand and slid under my bed. My last bit of hope to break from this candy coated nightmare, slipped from reach. My right arm was then violently twisted and pushed behind my back. I yelped in pain. His sweaty palm covered my mouth, muffling my cries. New tears sprung in my eyes. My vision became blurry. That familiar feeling of dread crept up my spine. It warned me, but did I listen? He knelt behind me, pushing my arm further behind. "I'm not losing you... again," he whispered in my ear. His deep voice, laced with venom, lust, and desperation. The hairs on the back of my neck rose up. That's it. That's the end. No new beginning. No end. No hope. No life. Just emptiness. Just that vague emptiness. I'm sinking. And you can't save me. A story inspired by @shelbytree

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