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It’s another Friday, it’s another Party!
Are you ready for this?
Yes, you are!
But, of course, before we get into the free micro-fiction, how’s about some pimpage?
Consume, people! CONSUME!
And now, on to our regularly scheduled drabble.
Lightest of Touches
A small flutter, barely perceptible. People walk past, unawares.
The lightest of touches, the sensation of breath on skin. Dry, warm, soft. A hand brushes thoughtlessly at a neck.
The eyes watch, careful not to be noticed, careful not to be seen. Careful. The eyes wait.
The man, strong, virile, a perfect specimen, strolls by, his phone in hand, hand to ear, his mouth moving continuously, loud, wanting to be noticed, wanting to be important, playing the roll, pretending.
The eyes, the flutter, the lightest of touches notices him. He will be important.
A busy corner, a gentle shove. Screams.
Disclaimer: Be aware. Be very aware.
That’s right, folks! The last entry in the Stanford Family saga has been released!
I know, I know, the ebook has been out for three weeks, but, hey, I was on vacation, alright? Cut a hack writer some slack, yo?
However, for you old school folks and collectors, the paperback was just released a couple days ago. So, I’m not really late then, am I?
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From Asheville to Knoxville, Cannibal Road to the Tomb, Jace Stanford and the Whispering Pines survivors have been on the run and fighting for their lives non-stop.
Now, with the plains to their backs, the crew are just steps from their destination: The Stronghold of Boulder, CO. All they have to do is make it through the nightmare that is Denver, CO. While running from the mega-powerful, corporate/political/military entity that is the Consortium. And dealing with the brainwashed killing machines that call themselves the Sisters. Not to mention a crazy mad scientist hell bent on making life really, really hard for everyone.
Oh, and there’s the issue of the horde of zombies that’s close to half a million strong. Yeah, that’s kind of a bummer.
But, hey, if anyone can get his friends and family through a nightmare like this, it’s Jace Stanford, right? Right?
Okay, they’re probably screwed.
Oh, and for those worried the Z-Burbia story is over, it’s not! The Stanfords may be done, but there’s still a certain person named Elsbeth that has so much more to do! Be prepared for Sisters of the Apocalypse some time in 2016!
That’s right, folks! I delve into the exciting, and deadly, world of business taxes! Get thee to an accountant! Let their black magic be worked upon thee!
I also talk about laundering. Actual laundry, not money. I let my accountant do all my money laundering. Wait…is this thing on?
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I am back from vacation! That means it’s time for some sexy, sexy drabble goodness! Grrrrrroooowwwlllll!
Yes, I did just do a tiger claw motion while I wrote that.
Where’d I go on vacation? Rocky Mountain High, y’all! First time in the Rockies. Uh-mazing! I grew up in Oregon, so I miss the big mountains. Loved the dry air.
But, now I’m home and it’s time to get back to the wordsmithing!
But, before we get to the 100 words of gold, let’s pimp!
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And the last installment of the Stanford Family saga is here! Z-Burbia 6: Rocky Mountain Die! People be LOVING this one!
Oh, and new episode of Writing In Suburbia! Have a listen if you want my take on being a professional full time writer while living the suburban life!
Now, on to the drabble!
My Right foot
Run, you moron, run!
Shit… Where’s my right foot? Shit!
Right foot gone. Suit sealing. Good. No loss of air. What’s that beeping? Okay, some loss of air.
Keep running! Less thinking, more moving, dipshit!
Kinda hard without a right foot. Really fucking hard without a right foot. Fast hobbling is my new thing. I’m the interstellar hobbler. Fuck.
What’s that sound? Where’d that come from? Left? Right? Up? Down?
Down! The damned thing is below me! Under the fucking ground!
Keep running (hobbling)!
Ship in ten meters. Seven. Five. Three. One. Hatch!
Shit… There goes the left foot.
Disclaimer: Take care of your feet, people!
In this episode I chat about my specific formula for writing a novel a month. Well, not really a month. Actually, it is a… Oh, just listen to the damn podcast!
And I talk about my Jeep. And other stuffs. I probably hate on social media.
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