(Check out the playlists option @ my YouTube channel get all the episodes)Chronicles from the Wastelands Episode 6: The days after the meteor strike are confused, long, short, rain, snow, warming temperatures an then cold again. At first those who survived are waiting for the authorities to show up… Police… Fire Department… Government officials… Army…
By Geo Dell A young couple making their way through life decides to leave it all behind and rent an old camper van and live on a small, wooded lot just to get away from it all. After all, the world was so crazy, loose, tight, nuts, who could figure any of it out? The…
The Invisible Writers: Unveiling the World of Ghostwriters Ghostwriters are the unsung heroes of the literary world, crafting stories, books, and articles that bear someone else’s name. Despite their significant contributions, ghostwriters often remain in the shadows, their work attributed to the credited author. This article explores the world of ghostwriters, their role, challenges, and…
by W. G. Sweet (Author) Format: Kindle Edition 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…
Billy was up on the roof. Beth, Jamie, Winston and Scotty were standing at the edge of the building as he was, looking out over the city. Things were crazy, and they seemed to be getting worse as the days rolled by. The police precinct was still burning. #Dystopian #PostApocalyptic #Horror #Series #Zombie
He came up from sleep fast, Jamie’s face above him, her voice a low, panicked whisper. “Wha… What… What?” “Downstairs… It’s downstairs,” she didn’t finish, but she didn’t need to. A crash came to his ears, but he could not tell if it was from the downstairs hallway. At least he hoped it was the…
By Geo Dell A young man slowly spirals down into madness, but he takes his favorite book with him. The book about the end of the world…. The book he is obsessed with… He started to see things. Faces in the shadows, whispers in the wind, the ghostly echoes of his victims. He’d initially dismissed…
The air in the Marcy Projects was a thick, gritty stew, a permanent miasma composed of exhaust fumes from idling cars, the metallic tang of decay, and the ever-present, acrid scent of desperation. It clung to everything, to the cracked concrete sidewalks, to the faded graffiti that snaked its way up the sides of the…
The true shift in the atmosphere, however, began with Rico. He was different from the other Crows. He moved with a fluid grace that belied the hardness in his eyes, a charisma that could disarm the wary and beguile the desperate. He wasn’t just another street tough; there was an intelligence in his gaze, a…
The scent of stale beer, cheap perfume, and something metallic – blood, perhaps – wafted from a nearby dumpster, a symphony of urban decay that was all too familiar. It was the smell of his life, a life he had tried to shed, but which clung to him with the tenacity of a debt collector….