by Bett Rose
A STORY WITH A HAPPY ENDING.
A Week in Time is set in Britain during the uncertain times of World War two and specifically the London Blitz. It tells the story of a group of families and friends living as neighbours in a small town. The story centres around Frances whose husband has been missing in action for over a year.
Whilst the men and able bodied were away fighting, those left behind faced a daily struggle to keep up a semblance of normal life. The neighbours all ‘pulled together’ and ‘mucked in’ as Harold would have it.
Eliza enjoyed her independence and Joanie found an inner strength and knew that Reg would be proud of her.
Ruby? Well they all knew about Ruby!
Francis? Increasingly fragile and a worry to them all. Increasingly self isolating as one year of Joseph’s absence led into another she sometimes wondered if she was losing touch with reality.
Lizzie, elderly and wise, brought comfort by reading tea leaves and gazing into her crystal ball, “Kindness and a cup of tea and a bit of hope, that’s all I offer, it works wonders”.
“My aim for the story was for it to have shades of darkness but to bring in light.”
by Jessica Gilliland
Liv is a powerful telekinetic on the run from the government and the corrupt facility that raised her. She is reunited with an old friend and falls in with a family of supernatural Anomalies that call themselves the Nomads. She finally feels safe and comfortable, but her past is closing in on her. The closer she becomes to the Nomads, the more she has to lose.
by Jessica Gilliland
There are two sides to every story, and this one is Jason’s. The events leading up to the fall of ACT’s Genesis testing lab are detailed from Jason’s perspective. Jason, Lexa, Mars and Mia escape from the government detention center for supernatural Anomalies. They’re recruited by a secret facility hell bent on taking down the government’s Anomaly Control Team. Jason starts to experience disturbing side effects from the experiments performed on him, and the arrival of an old flame throws him off balance, causes a rift in their group, and threatens to destroy everything they’ve worked for.
by Sam Sisavath
Book #1 in the Purge of Babylon post-apocalyptic series. It all starts here.
ONE NIGHT. THAT WAS ALL IT TOOK.
Creatures that once lived in the shadows, hidden from humankind, have risen, spreading like a plague across the globe over the course of a single night. Their numbers growing exponentially through infection, these seemingly unkillable creatures have swallowed up whole cities and collapsed unprepared governments.
Survivors call it The Purge.
Against all odds, a disparate group of survivors has emerged from that blood-soaked night that devastated the planet and reduced humanity to an endangered species. Among the survivors are two ex-Army Rangers, a businesswoman, and a third-year medical student. But surviving The Purge was one thing – staying alive is another matter entirely.
Hope exists in the countryside, in the form of a self-sustaining underground facility designed to withstand any calamity. But in order to reach its safety, the survivors must travel hundreds of treacherous miles, with the night – and the creatures that dwell within it – always at their backs.
The rules are simple: stay out of the dark, load up on silver bullets, and whatever you do, STAY ALIVE.
The road to salvation has begun …
by V Bertolaccini
Newspapers and legends, over centuries, tell of mind-bending tales of mutilated travelers found scattered throughout woods and of explorers being attacked by transcendents and magical forces …
Explorers are forced into staying at an immense haunted castle and are fanatical with getting lost treasure buried away there, which they believe has been left by the late owner, and they keep exploring the immense haunted castle and vast estate even after numerous deaths, and leading scientists and psychic investigators there go to any length to prove their theories and the existence of anything supernatural, with the foremost in scientists, technology, and equipment …
by J.J. Sharpe
We break. We burn. We build.
For as long as anyone can remember, Diggers have been collapsing the skyline, pulling unsuspecting families and homes into the depths of the earth one sinkhole at a time. With much of the adult population gone to fight a distant war, it falls to the students of the Citadels to fight the creatures and keep their homeland from falling apart.
With his father drafted and his mother lost in the bottom of a bottle, sixteen-year-old Hobbes takes a chance at a better future by volunteering to join Echo Citadel.
While cave-ins and deadly creatures threaten him below, a vainglorious team captain and a vindictive mentor with a coward’s reputation threaten him on the surface.
To make matters worse, a community of religious zealots worship the Diggers as God’s way of righteously cleansing the earth. When one shows up at the Citadel, the chaos in Hobbes’ life spins further out of control. With dark eyes and a beautiful smile, she elicits Hobbes’ help to find her missing brother.
Hobbes reluctantly agrees, and quickly discovers that the deadliest creatures under the Citadel may not be Diggers after all.
by Jess Butcher
Mile-Marker 148 (a Lexington Avenue Express short story – 1,300 words)
We were doing nearly eighty on I-40 West when something awakened me. I’d been listening to a familiar lullaby, resting, tucked cozy on the jump seat behind the pickup’s front buckets. The heavy rain intensified the timbre of the steady, thump-thump cadence, the rhythmic song of the section joints on the aging Interstate; thump-thump-swishhhh â?¦ thump-thump-shwishhhh â?¦ thump-thump-swishhhh â?¦
Snug in my roost, I’d begun noisily licking my testicles when suddenly the green dashboard lights disappeared interrupting my revelry. He’d switched off the headlamps. I could barely see him in the ghostly, gray-yellow light, the raindrops on the windshield sparkling in front of him like the crown jewels of a private universe.
I paused, my nose tucked warm to my privates as he raised the pistol to his temple. He didn’t turn to wish me farewell. His motion was deliberate and I cringed beneath the roaring blast of frigid air that instantly enveloped me. The window to his left shattered, the missile flying away, moistened by his last fleeting thought and by the rain falling from a leaden, night sky.
Flashing images of happier times flooded my memory as I tumbled through the sodden December evening. A mother I’d briefly known flew past, a cozy nest and a warm night’s rest following a day of trembling fear, a friend with a soft voice and a touch to match â?¦
What brings a man to this? I wondered, but my curiosity was short-lived as my tumble abruptly ended. With a shriek of twisting metal, the truck’s final, wet breath escaped as its dead weight settled into the rain-gorged ditch.
Unfathomable silence devoured me and for a moment, I feared I too had fallen off life’s narrow precipice. Then, thump-thump-swishhhh â?¦ thump-thump-shwishhhh â?¦ thump-thump-swishhhh â?¦ the sounds of distant, passing traffic signaled a new beginning.
The big tractor-mowers don’t venture beyond the crest of the hills guarding this secret valley nestled between the north and southbound lanes of I-40. Thirteen miles from nowhere, my world lies hidden, framed by the bilateral symmetry of the busy Interstate highway. Life at Mile-Marker 148 is difficult, food scarce, comforts paralleling the whim of the weather, but I’ve found peace in this tiny dell.
The flashing lights took my master’s lifeless body away many months ago but I stayed, hidden here, fearing them now, accepting that along with their power they bear the weight of choice; cruelty or kindness, peace or strife, life or death.
My own injuries were slight and I’ve all but recovered now, only a limp remains to remind me of that fearful night. My slight infirmity is but a modest imposition, scarcely affecting my near-constant foraging for food and having no impact whatsoever on the small pleasure I derive from my occasional testicular maintenance.
Two days ago the traveler arrived. I hadn’t realized how fragile my peace until he crested the hill, pausing, surveying my valley for spoils, talking to himself in hushed, scavenger tones. He didn’t see me as I lay, feasting on the remains of a partially-eaten hamburger I’d found at the roadside. I could have warned him of the hazards of my world, but I remained silent, hidden as the night descended.
by William Collins
Evan, Jed and Brooke have all become accomplished Venators, but no matter what they face in their missions, from slug-dragons to giant jellyfish, a much larger threat looms. Even Veneseron is no longer safe, as the secret dark-Venator in their midst plans to kill again.
Evan is no longer the quiet, kind boy he was when he arrived at Veneseron.
He fears that the dark magic inside him is changing who he is. Not even joining the magical sports team at Veneseron can distract Evan from the power calling to him. Meanwhile, the sister Evan never knew he had, Taija, is terrified of even taking part in training, knowing how powerful and uncontrollable her sorcery is and how people die every time it gets free.
Whilst Jed is given the task of trying to save the faerie realm from its imminent destruction, whispers spread of a weapon hidden on the world of dark elves that can infect and turn anyone into mindless demons.
Worse, Queen Akirandon now knows Veneseron has been harbouring one of her children and will stop at nothing to find them, putting all the worlds at risk. Evan and Brooke must go before the Venator high-masters and reveal what they are, but in doing so they risk being imprisoned or even killed by their own people, who may see them as evil beings not meant to exist.
Everybody starts somewhere, before Jonah & Judas were Zombie Exterminators, they were just plain old exterminators! Grab a copy of this fun and funny short to learn about how the brothers first met Burt from Pests B’ Gone and how that led them on the path to being ZOMBIE EXTERMINATORS!
In this short, we follow the brothers as they get trained in regular old pest extermination. They venture underneath Chesterfield Manor to battle giant rodents and Burt’s poor thinking. This story is a lead-in to the ZX Short included in The Reanimated Writers “Undead Worlds” Anthology.
It’s a cheap fun read! Grab a copy and see what you think!
PLEASE NOTE: This tale does not contain any zombies… not one… not even pieces of one.
Who are The Zee Brothers? Two badass zombie killing brothers keeping the apocalypse at bay, one job at a time.
Find more of their adventures here!
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by Eli Naro
Dreams and past history written into the story of ‘Joseph’, a not-so-everyday nobody. The last person one would think unique or special. Haunted by a past no one would suspect, just waiting for his life to end in domestic hell. slowly watching himself getting older as the world changes around him. Already dead…until the second American Civil War engulfs his world and proves him wrong. Escalating into an adventure too unreal to be true. Losing everything familiar to find himself enthralled by a beautiful blonde and set loose onto the world to become something never thought possible…a predatory angel. Confusion, lust and death follow in his wake as our hero struggles to confront his own insanity and the true purpose of all angels, holding the line against the unseen and unknown things from beyond. Only to discover that there is truly something unique about himself after all. ‘Razorwire Halos’, formerly titled ‘Crazy Beautiful’ is this author’s first book, the beginning and foundation of future works. Hopefully, capturing enough attention to persuade others to abandon the ‘same-ole-same-old’ character types and embrace something different, if not a little dark and twisted.
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