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Earth’s Survivors America The Dead: Begins The End 

Series: Earth’s Survivors America The Dead, Book 1. Price: $2.99 USD. Words: 76,130. Language: English. Published: September 12, 2014 by independAntwriters Publishing.
When a catastrophic natural disaster looms on the near horizon, the government releases an airborne virus designed to make the human race better able to survive. Those that do survive are picking up the pieces of their world, and those that have died lay in their death sleep, but in their bodies the virus works on, mutating, setting the stage for a second catastrophe far worse that the first.
Earth’s Survivors America The Dead: Los Angeles 

Series: Earth’s Survivors America The Dead, Book 2 · Recommended reads. Price: $2.99 USD. Words: 57,380. Language: English. Published: September 12, 2014 by independAntwriters Publishing.
An apocalypse of epic proportions has shaken the Earth to it’s core. In the bigger cities the dead are growing quickly in numbers. Growing intelligent as they continue to change and mutate. They have one thought in their rotting brains, take over the world, and destroy those that live in the process. Billy Jingo leaves Los Angeles hoping there might be something better on the other coast…
Earth’s Survivors America The Dead: Manhattan 

Series: Earth’s Survivors America The Dead, Book 3 · Recommended reads. Price: $2.99 USD. Words: 58,560. Language: English. Published: February 16, 2016 by independAntwriters Publishing.
Donita’s Notebook March 1st (Night) Quakes, at least three. Warmed up fast, and all the dirty snow that was piled along the streets has melted. Torrential rains. Thunder and lightening in the snow storm that came after sunset. Didn’t last long; turned back to rain. Parts of the projects are burning. Jersey is burning. The sky is red-orange, everything across the river is on fire. No one has come.
Earth’s Survivors America The Dead: War At Home 1 

Series: Earth’s Survivors America The Dead, Book 4 · Recommended reads. Price: $2.99 USD. Words: 78,950. Language: English. Published: February 16, 2016 by independAntwriters Publishing.
Gabe Kohlson moved away from the monitors. “Heart rate is dropping, don’t you think…” He stopped as the monitor began to chime softly. “Dammit,” Kohlson said as he finished his turn. “What is it,” David Johns wheeled his chair across the short space of the control room. “Flat lined,” Kohlson said as he pushed a button on the wall to confirm what the doctors already knew. Clayton Hunter was dead.
Earth’s Survivors America The Dead: War At Home 2 

Series: Earth’s Survivors America The Dead, Book 5 · Recommended reads. Price: $2.99 USD. Words: 69,770. Language: English. Published: February 25, 2016 by independAntwriters Publishing.
Donita: The hunger was terrible, all consuming, and it came in crashing waves. The impulse to feed seemed to be the only coherent thought she had. It was hard to think around, hard to think past. It was all she could do not to rush from the trees, find the smell that tempted her and consume it. Eat it completely. Leave nothing at all…
Earth’s Survivors America The Dead: Zombie Fall 

Series: Earth’s Survivors America The Dead, Book 6 · Recommended reads. Price: $2.99 USD. Words: 86,580. Language: English. Published: March 22, 2016 by independAntwriters Publishing.
Arlene’s Journal It’s the night before the six will leave to go back to the outside. I think of it that way… The outside. This place overwhelmed me for the first little while. That and having to kill a man. But it was worse for those who stayed behind when we made our way to this place. If they had not stayed to fight the rest of us would not have been able to get away…
Earth’s Survivors America The Dead: The Zombie Plagues 

Series: Earth’s Survivors America The Dead, Book 7 · Recommended reads. Price: $2.99 USD. Words: 83,790. Language: English. Published: March 22, 2016 by independAntwriters Publishing.
Donita walked down Eighth Avenue towards Columbus Circle. Behind her a silent army followed, numbering in the thousands. From the circle they would take the park. There were thousands of the living camped out in the park. She could smell them on the air that flowed past her face as she walked. They had believed they were safe in their numbers, and for a time that had been true, but no more…
Earth’s Survivors America The Dead: The Fold 1 

Series: Earth’s Survivors America The Dead, Book 8. Price: $2.99 USD. Words: 91,250. Language: English. Published: July 29, 2016 by independAntwriters Publishing.
They made it to the top of the pass just in time to watch the sleigh approach the steep grade that would bring it to the top of the pass. An older man sat high on the wagon, driving a team of four oxen. The man, somewhere south of sixty, Mike thought, set the brake on the sleigh and then looked down at the five men. Visitors to the Valley settlement of the Nation. Jessie sets out on her own…
Earth’s Survivors America The Dead: The Fold 2 

Series: Earth’s Survivors America The Dead, Book 9. Price: $2.99 USD. Words: 96,300. Language: English. Published: July 29, 2016 by independAntwriters Publishing.
Jessie Jessie came awake in the darkness. When she tried to move her hands to her throbbing head, she realized they were securely bound behind her. She also realized that there was some sort of light source near her, and it had only seemed dark at first because her eyes were tightly covered. Blind folded, she told herself, and she was gagged as well. She tried to sit up…



 


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THE LEGEND OF SPARROW

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Light from another Moon:

Slip Sliding

Laura

He sat on the wall for hours. I watched. I saw when he noticed the name and number. Nothing. I slipped sideways, I watched. He traced the name with one finger. I saw his lips form the numbers. He closed his eyes, mouthed the name, the number, and opened his eyes again. Closed them once more.

How long, I thought. I slipped sideways again, traveling across time to the same place; short bursts. Less this time.  It was dangerous. I wasn’t even all that good at it either. He was a no show. I slipped. I slipped again. There he was. His eyes closed his lips moving.  He opened his eyes looked right at me. Really saw me. But I felt he didn’t know what he saw. I was not me… Not my actual self.

I dream as a sparrow. Unique? Probably not: After I decided to dream as a sparrow, I realized there were hundreds of dreamer’s who dream that way. Birds. Cats. Dogs. Lizards. A fly on the wall. His eyes held mine. He did know. I slipped back to where I had started from once again, and then let go, drifting in the blackness. Hoping for an easy return.

I fell hard, but there was no panic in. I lay on the mattress and wondered when it would happen. The ringing of the phone answered my question for me. I picked it up, but did not speak. An unreasonable fear lit a fire in my chest. He could be anything at all. He did not necessarily have to be a dreamer.  He could be The Trickster himself. The Thief of Souls. He could be…

“Laura,” he asked?

I drew a deep breath before I spoke.

“You dream,” I said.  There was nothing else to say.

“Wise words from a Sparrow,” he said. His voice was deep. No real accent. Inflection.

“I was afraid,” I said.

“Yeah,” he agreed. “Me to…  So…” He asked?

“Where do you know,” I asked? “What places?”

“The docks… Around there… The factory… The house where I live with my wife and children. And I can create… I can create places,” he answered.

“Wife and kids,” I asked? Good, Laura, I chided. How stupid could you be? Or obvious… I thought about it. No matter, I still would have asked.

“I don’t understand it,” he said. “I used to go there in real dreams. Then one time the dream seemed to become a real place, or the place became real in the dream… It makes no sense. I rarely actually go there, but I very often start out there in my dreaming… There’s something wrong with it… Her… In that place.”

“There are places like that,” I agreed. A dream wife, I told myself.

“There’s a place farther up the river. Below the main factory. On the ledges. An older factory. They don’t seem to be there. No one… No dreamer’s. It’s a place from my childhood… Really not more than a foundation left on the river bank,” he said.

“How will I find it,” I asked?

“I’ll go to Locust Street: Sit on the wall. Watching, waiting. Once you come I’ll walk there; it’s not that far. You’ll follow me,” he suggested.

If he was anything other than a dreamer I could be in trouble, but it didn’t feel that way at all. “All right,” I agreed. I hung up, lay back on the soft mattress and slipped into a dream. A few seconds later I settled on the branch of a tall pine tree and waited.

He took longer. One second the wall was empty, the next it was not. Once he saw me he got up and began to walk. I followed him.

When he stopped I saw nothing but a small clearing at the river side. It was possible he saw something more than I did. Something I could not see. It was his dream after all.

Shape shifting is no big trick. If you dream you have gifts; I can shape shift easily. I dropped from the sky, slowed myself about five feet from the ground and changed.

It is fast. I have watched it in a mirror. It is not so fast that you cannot see what happens. But even if you see you may not understand.

My bird body expanded quickly, morphing as it did. I knew enough to cover myself as I changed. The clothes were an afterthought and did not come immediately. So far I had only shocked myself with that and I had no wish to shock anyone else with it. Most especially the first other dreamer I had chosen to reveal myself too.

It wasn’t so much naked. We have all been naked. If you dream it is a natural state of the dream unless you’re conscious of it and clothe yourself. It is the process that can be hard to understand. The feathers melt away. The flesh knits itself together, races across my body. Building it piece by piece. It happens fast, but it can be unnerving. For a brief second you can see the blood vessels swimming to the top of my skin from someplace deeper within me. Finally, the clothes come, the hair, the features draw themselves on my face. Dramatic. I knelt close to the ground, standing as I came together.

“I have never seen anything like that,” Joe said.

“It can be a little freaky,” I agreed.

He pulled out a notebook. “Page twenty-six,” he said, thumbing through it.

“What,” I asked?

“Page twenty-six,” he repeated. He turned it to show my name and the numbers. “Drove me crazy. I wasn’t as good then. I couldn’t remember where I got the name or the number from.  And I could never remember the number in the waking world.” He turned the pad around closed it and slipped it back into his shirt pocket.

“Eventually I figured out how to take the notebook with me. I wrote in it, but it took so long to remember that I had written in it. Then once I found it, to know what it was.”

I nodded. “You can take it back and forth?”

He nodded. “Yeah. I can translate it both ways.”

I was impressed. “Maybe you can teach me. I’ve never tried.”

“Yeah, maybe you can teach me to shape shift” He raised his eyebrows.

“If I can,” I agreed. I looked around: As we had talked the old crumbling factory walls had rebuilt themselves around us.

“It’s because it’s private,” I said, gesturing at the walls. “A private place. It has to be built from your mind.”

He nodded.  “Almost dawn,” he said.

It was my turn to agree. “You come here every night?”

He nodded again. “I’ll meet you here tomorrow.”

“You’re not weird… I’m not weird… Maybe we can help each other. I’ll be here.” I agreed.

I thought that he would say more, but he simply flashed out of existence. I shifted, side slipped, we were not of the same time, and I felt myself falling… Falling. Seconds later I landed.  Crouched on my bedroom floor. Feathers flew in the air in a perfect gray-black storm. I made my way into the kitchen, started the coffee, and headed for the shower.

The Light from another Moon:

Shifting Realities

Joe

The garage was dark, as always, but enough light spilled in from the Moonlight to go through the items in the cart. The sacks were ears of corn. The parts were varied. A keyboard, missing the space bar. Two plastic stubs stuck up where it should have been. An old computer. The dinosaur kind.  Huge and boxy, probably worthless. A small LCD screen or plasma maybe, the old flat screen type before flex screens.

She spoke from the darkness.

“Why do I always find you out here,” she asked?

I jumped. My heart skipping beats.

“The kids miss you. You’re never home.” She smiled, but the smile had too many teeth. Was too sweet. Too nice.

“I just got back,” I said. And that was true as far as it went.

“You’re always just getting back,” she said. She moved closer.  The moonlight shining through her nightgown left nothing to my imagination, which is pretty good all on its own. Her hand touched my chest. Her palm flattened against it.

“I miss you too,” she said huskily.

“I… I have to go… I have to go again,” I said.

Her hand spasmed and then slapped flat against my chest.  She backed away.  “You are never here. Never!”

“I…”

“I, what?”

“I try…”

“I try? I’m your wife…” She leaned closer. “What’s in those other places,” she asked in a rough whisper. Her tongue came out, forked, purple, and licked at her lips. Colors shifted across her face. Iridescent greens, reds, oranges, yellows, purples. I sidestepped, and…

I found myself in the garage. Empty, but wrong. Something moved in the shadows.

The troll was on me so fast I did not have time to think. Stinking, hot breath on my neck, sharp claws sinking into me. I threw myself out of the dream and spun away into blackness. The pain followed. I spun down faster and faster.

I’d left my body sitting in a wooden chair pulled up to my desk. The force of my impact back into my body shattered the chair. I sprawled on to the floor and skidded all the way to the wall where I slammed to a stop.

When I caught my breath I checked myself over: Nasty bites on my chest, deep scratches on my arms. It could hurt you. It could kill you. I waited until I had my breathing under control and then made my way to the bathroom medicine cabinet.

The Light from another Moon:

The Tracker

Abignew

Abignew squatted on his short legs and lowered his head to the ground. He inhaled deeply, sucking up the scent of the dream. He shook his head and shuddered as the scent worked its way up into his brain. A few minutes later he lifted his head and looked around the empty garage with his red glowing eyes. He snuffled deep in his chest. A bass sound like a suppressed snort. He lifted his head and sniffed the air, then slipped into the time stream…


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