Uno gripped my arm with the retractable blade and held it in place. I punched him hard in the face with my free hand. Little good it did. It hurt me more then it did him. He laughed before I felt his hot breath on my neck. I wondered if my
In the last days of the Old Year 2067, he was often regarded as a god or reviled as a demon, depending on who you asked. The only thing they could all agree on was the scientist Dr. Isaiah Washington* was a wanted man.
With his eyes closed, Uno sat behind his large oak desk lost in thoughts older than I could imagine. His thick hands had formed a massive pyramid beneath his meaty jowls. Every finger, excluding his thumbs had at least two rings on them. T
Sharazlan an autonomous region of the strife torn Ne Varii kingdom seeks complete independence The current Ak Ghana Bemotali of the Borderland faction which has usurped the throne orders his sons by his second wife Edotali and Jahmelo "Silverhand" to
I believe this is the continuation of the first chapter. The reason the POV is different is because this is what Garbo is trying to remember about a good ten years ago. Than it goes back to present, where two are now trying to find him.In anycase, en
I believe this is the continuation of the first chapter. The reason the POV is different is because this is what Garbo is trying to remember about a good ten years ago. Than it goes back to present, where two are now trying to find him.In anycase, en
It was somewhere in Alabama where there was a part of the town that looked like it was suffering from both the gas of the company's pipes, and inner, since the people inside of the ghetto houses were corrupt. The people there were very cruel and mani
Here is an excerpt from my first novel, The McKenzie Files. Published by Leucrota Press. McKenzie Files is the first book in a series, and is available from Barns and Noble, as well as countless online booksellers. The book is also available directly
Here is an excerpt from my WIP, untitled so far. Let me know what you think.Lana withdrew an earpiece and microphone from a drawer in her terminal. After inserting the earbud, she spoke into the microphone. “Commencing beta-series testing for project
I'd like to share a little bit of this West African Sci- Fi thriller with you. Some words are taken from the Yoruba dielect. They denote titles of importance. The novel itself contains a Yoruba glossary.Off the coast of West Africa bound on the east
Hey. Here's chapter one of my graphic novel, SKU, a story about two siblings who stumble into a hyper consumerist reality after visiting the new grocery store built in their crappy town. Enjooy.Note: Because this will be graphic, the chapters are sho
Chapter TwoOn a Michigan highway, thirty minutes away from Harmony CountyFBI Special Agent Audrey Buckley was driving forty miles over the speed limit despite the disapproval of her senior partner, Marcus Davis. He had done nothing but complain for t
oneI thought I saw a purple cloud above the body on the floor. I did not for one moment think that it was a departing soul or spirit; there was some malevolent intelligence in the way it quickly withdrew out the crack between the jamb and the broken
This will be changing a bit to suit the newer plot, but for the most part I like this section as it is. Enjoy!----------1. Or a Vision in a DreamHere is what the Last President of The United States dreamt the night before his 51st birthday:It was a v
Pure BloodChapter 1Nighttime was wonderful; it hid all the desolate, repulsive and the treacherous. Darkness was like a stalker and it preyed on all, with its take no prisoner attitude. Lillie took to sitting on the church steeple, overlooking the ci
Meet Carolyn Anne Webber; a plain, yet, intelligent woman of about 31 years of age, single, typical height and average weight; the sort that goes unnoticed like the inhaling and exhaling of a breath or the passing of the night as we slumber. Her life
Chapter OneHarmony County, Michigan – 8:15 p.m.Covered in dirt and dry blood, Jeremiah Butler staggered into the sheriff’s station. His eyes were wide as two full moons and his skin had lost all of its color. Barely able to stand upright he stared at
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it's really, really tiny because the story itself is in its formative stage. Let me know what you think. Also, check out my blog: http://afrofantasy.wordpress.com/“I can’t stay up anymore, fa. It is as if the entirety of the village is pulling on my