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Tag Archives: apocalyptic book
Seeds of Destruction, Chapter 4
Chapter 4 Iona dismounted her bicycle before it stopped. Holding onto the handlebars, she stumbled forward then brought the bike under control just as she reached the fence of her apartment complex. The hinges of the wrought iron gate creaked … Continue reading
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Seeds of Destruction, Chapter 2
Chapter 2 “No. The company is not shutting down.” Marcus nearly choked on the thought. He quickly sealed his plastic container closing up the last bite of sausage and cabbage. Cabbage and sausage. The same thing every day. His life … Continue reading
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Seeds of Destruction, Chapter 1
Chapter 1 Iona Edwards watched as her insulated mug twirled once then toppled over, splashing her freshly poured Dr. Pepper on the chipped cafeteria table. For the love of Pete. Despite the din swirling inside the lunchroom, the number of … Continue reading
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Free Apocalyptic Novel
Since it is my favorite time of the year, I decided to make Redaction: Extinction Level Even free. And amazon.com has even price matched it. Extinction Level Event Six months after an Influenza Pandemic swept across the globe, the world … Continue reading
Hadean 3: Completely Forked, Chapter 5
Chapter Five Rosa stared at her computer monitor. Her heart raced, fear soured her mouth, and her hands shook. Twenty minutes. She had twenty minutes to justify her existence, or else she would be ejected from the top secret facility, … Continue reading
Hadean 2: Survivor Road, Chapter 3, Coming July 21st
Chapter 3 My wife should kill someone more often. Brent Zindell stuffed the tongue of his belt through the loop on his trousers. A pleasant hum spread through his body. They’d made love two times in the last half hour, … Continue reading