Austen Szott

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Books

Schedule 1, Anaeveris
Price: $0.99 USD. Words: 6,530. Language: English. Published: January 19, 2016. Categories: Fiction » Fantasy » Dark, Fiction » Visionary & metaphysical
"I saw him lay you out here in the night. "It was brighter under the park lights than any day I've ever seen. "You were glowing and asleep."
Birds Under the Water, Heaven Moves
Price: $2.99 USD. Words: 13,550. Language: English. Published: July 16, 2015. Categories: Fiction » Visionary & metaphysical, Fiction » Literature » Literary
"Look at that. What is this thing? "It stands up. It comes here. Why here?"
Burning Oranges
Price: $2.99 USD. Words: 50,090. Language: English. Published: December 6, 2013. Categories: Fiction » Thriller & suspense » Crime thriller, Fiction » Visionary & metaphysical
“It was just one of the smaller shipments, Boss,” he said from behind me, sniffling, congested, and yet alert, ruffled, intent. “It was only some of the oranges.” “No,” I said, “It was all of them.”
Card City, A Cure for the Crater
Price: $0.99 USD. Words: 4,530. Language: English. Published: July 23, 2013. Categories: Nonfiction » Biography » Personal memoir, Fiction » Visionary & metaphysical
What is this beautiful city here, with its mist over these buildings? Wander away and find family, and friends, paradise, and care. The medicine is no longer bitter, and sour, made from motion, vector, shape and carve or caress, and still the sugar granulates and washes the water over the tongue.
The Laughing House
Price: $2.99 USD. Words: 22,510. Language: English. Published: July 23, 2013. Categories: Fiction » Horror » General, Fiction » Coming of age
"When the thump came again and Martha couldn’t help but stir under his grip, his mouth opened to speak for what his move-less eyes could no longer hold. 'I told you not to scream. I told you it was only laughing.'"
Please Stop Breathing
Price: $0.99 USD. Words: 11,040. Language: English. Published: July 4, 2011. Categories: Fiction » Literature » Literary, Fiction » Horror » General
No, I don’t know when you’ll die, when you’ve died, or why I don’t know—I should—I owed that much to you, to know death better to give you comfort in it—to know brightly when you’re here, to dig my fingers like forever into your neck—to know easily when you’re gone, to dig my fingers into mine— To cover you and carry you away.