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Billy sat up and scratched his head. It was late, he'd slept pretty well. He had awakened once when he heard an ambulance down the road, or cops, or whatever it had been. And that was it. He'd gone right back to sleep and slept straight through. Probably a fight in the trailer park again, he thought...
Far below the small city of Glennville New York, Richard Pierce sat working before an elaborate computer terminal. He had just initiated the program that managed the small nuclear power plant hidden deep below him in the rock
Gizzel, you take too many chances, I told myself. Too many. But my hand continued to rub Bear's head and scratch under his jaw, allowing my racing heart to slow. Catching my breath. Wondering what came next. I was new to this. I had never been this far before. I didn't know what came next.
She drew a breath another and suddenly the noise and smells of the world rushed back in completely. The screams became louder. Horns blared. The ground trembled under her feet as if restless. She could smell sewage on the air. Broken lines below the pavement her mind reasoned. She swayed on her feet as the earth trembled once more lurching as it did. She waited, but the tremble was not repeated.
In the darkness of the Langford basement on Old Mill road, Christine Hayley cried quietly. She'd awakened with a pounding headache in this strange place and she was scared. She knew she was in a basement because of the dirt floor and the cement walls. It was damp, but not cold. Moonlight flooded in from two windows set high on the wall, up by the beams that held up the first floor...
Necro looks at the Zombie Apocalypse through the eyes of one couple as they awaken to it and try to keep themselves alive through it. John is an average guy. He doesn't believe in monsters. That may have to change. Kate has never believed in much of anything including herself, but she is learning to believe again. Together they take their first steps into the land of the dead...
Crime Time is a collection of nine crime stories from author Dell Sweet. From short stories to near novel length...
... When a man tells you he has the moral flexibility to include murder in his life if he deems it necessary this is probably not a man you should be hanging out with.
Jeff Johnson had reminded himself of this fact about Robert Biel more than once...
Mister Bob is a collection of short stories from Author Dell Sweet.
A little girl awakens screaming in the night, convinced that someone she calls Mister Bob has come to her window in the middle of the night to plead for his life, hoping she will intervene for him... Seventeen stories from Dell Sweet, from True stories to horror and even humor.
It was August. Hot. Hotter they said than it had been in recorded time. I was not here in this kitchen in rural New York someplace, I was in L.A., outside the city up in the hills, a little farm. There was no wind. No rain. Seemed like no air to breath. Global Warming they said. Maybe... Changes coming, they said. Oh yeah, changes were coming. Changes right there on tha
The day's getting away from me. My ears are playing tricks on me too. I thought I heard something upstairs, but there's nothing. I have the bottom floor boarded up. Those Zombies may be far from stupid, but it's goddamn hard to get dead limbs to help you climb up the side of a house and we took everything down they could hold onto...
Where was I?
Genesis Earth is a trilogy of books that document the plight of the peoples of the Earth as they face complete destruction of their world. There are no guarantees of the outcome, those that fight, fight with the knowledge that they may fall and stay fallen forever, but that they might also rise to a new life. Those in death and those in life will make their choices, facing off in one final battle.
Genesis Earth is a trilogy of books that document the plight of the peoples of the Earth as they face complete destruction of their world. On a faraway planet two armies face each other to do battle. On Earth, a beast has been loosed. Some will bow down before it, others will fight it with their only weapon, faith. In this second book the destruction has begun; the lines have been drawn.
Genesis Earth is a trilogy of books that document the plight of the peoples of the Earth as they face complete destruction of their world. On a faraway planet two armies face each other to do battle. In the Heavens, God reigns, offering the paths that can be followed. A beast locked within a pit for eons is bought to the surface in chains to stand before him, and is ultimately loosed on the world.
Dead is a collection of eight short stories that all look at death from different angles. Ordinary people in ordinary circumstances that death just happens to play a leading role in. Each story takes a look at the role death plays in the circumstances of the people that find themselves interacting with it.
I buried the Mexican just after sundown. I can't say much about the sort of man he was in life, but I can say he was a strong man in death.
The Moon has led my way and I'm on my way across the desert into Mexico of all places. What did they say, hide in plain sight? There I'm going to be. Probably already passed the border, and once I'm across the border I'll find a small town...
The summer of 1969 was winding down. The warm air held a smell 13 year old Bobby Weston couldn't quite identify but nevertheless acquainted with going back to school. An end of summer smell, he decided. Or maybe an end of summer feeling. He couldn't make up his mind, and it really didn't matter, as soon enough summer would be gone and he'd be back in school. He had permission to go camping today.
The summer of 1969 in Glennville New York had settled in full tilt. The July morning was cool and peaceful, but the afternoon promised nothing but sticky heat. Bobby Weston and Moon Calloway worked furiously on the go-cart they had been planning to race down Sinton Park hill, in the old garage behind Bobby's house. Both boys had grown up in Glennville...
They were moving on, but maybe they had decided to move on too late. Or, maybe the dead were just that much quicker, smarter than they used to be.
Afterward it was clear they must have been following them... Tracking them exactly the way a predator tracks a kill. By the time Bear reacted it was too late. Far too late. He knew it when Cammy began to scream...
Dams burst. River flows reversed. Waters rising or dropping in many places. Huge tidal waves. Fires out of control. Whole cities suddenly gone. A river of lava flowing from Yellowstone. Civilization was not dead; not wiped out, but her back was broken.
“Hi,” I smiled as I kept swinging.
“You want to play with me?” He smiled back. “Sure!” I was happy.
“Let’s play in the fort,” he pointed to the large clearing in the bushes.
“Okay.” I used my bare feet, dragging them against the sand to stop the swing, and got up. We strolled over to the bushes. There was a clearing to the side; you could go back where nobody could see...
Fourteen million dollars in a burned suitcase. Severed body parts of a dead man in a duffel bag. Two hired killers. A drug dealer. Two organized crime kingpins; all chasing two white trash kids from New York down to the deep south as they head for what they think will be safety in Mexico. Put the story together and you have one hell of a modern-day Bonnie and Clyde.