A cover reveal for Second Invasion short story.
Alien invasions come in all shapes and sizes in this unforgettable book. But residents of Texas have their own unique methods for dealing with troublesome intruders from the stars. This 10,000-word short-story collection by the author of the Connor Rix Chronicles includes three tales from a Lone Star State dealing with unwelcome alien contact:
An Austin tech start-up is on the verge of releasing the Next Big Thing in virtual reality; perfect 3D re-creations of hip concerts, raucous civic celebrations and performances by beloved local artists. But when they “capture” their first event, they capture something else they never expected.
ONE LAST BATTLE
A disabled veteran of the alien wars on Gliese 832c tries to rebuild his life in the Gulf Coast town of Port Aransas. But he’ll find no rest until he figures out a way to deal with the hidden intruder he brought back from the war.
AFTER THEY LEAVE
The invading aliens were routed. The people of Earth remain free. But now a lone rancher has to deal with the creatures the aliens left behind. Are these horrifying alien species forgotten pets, escaped livestock, or something worse?
Did you ever watch the short-lived TV series Jericho? It lasted for one season way back in 2006. Due to the cult following a shorter season was created a little later to tie up the loose ends. Jericho was a small town in Kansas, and the residents were coming to grips with several American cities razed by nuclear bombs. The draw was in the dynamics of the town, how everyone reacted to the global catastrophe. Ordinary people in extraordinary circumstances. That was the draw. It was cool, it was post-apocalyptic, it ended way too soon.
I don’t watch much TV, but this was one show I enjoyed. And miss.
I wrote 25 Bombs Fell with Jericho’s basic idea in mind; how ordinary people react given extraordinary circumstances. It makes for great stories and drives so much of my work, delving into human interaction. Young and old. Black and white. Male and female. All those interesting things that makes living such an explosive enterprise.
It’s not a prepper post-apocalyptic, where everyone is an ex-beret/Navy Seal/retired covert ops. It’s about your local cable man suddenly thrust into becoming the leader of a fallout shelter. It’s about a white-collar city-boy from Atlanta finding himself having to fire a gun and tote back-breaking packs of supplies. Ordinary people.
25 Bombs Fell began life as a five-episode series, much like a television show. Each episode contains an encapsulated story, but still fits into the main story arc that runs through all episodes. It’s my best-selling book, by far. I guess many other people like the ordinary people scenario.
Currently I’m working on the second book to 25 Bombs Fell, which should be finished later in 2017. Until then, click on the cover to go to Amazon and pick up the first book. You might enjoy it.
Everyone has been scared by some personal monster, tailored just for us. We’ve all been terrified by the unknown slobbering thing under our bed to the point that we believe we’re going to die of fright. It may seem ridiculous in the morning, but at night it’s as real as the covers we pull over our head.
And we all have our definitions of what makes a monster. It could be a sun-deprived ghost, or green-skinned aliens, or an ax-wielding psycho with three personalities. Maybe the monster is make-believe, a second rate actor on TV with two-dollar fangs and horsehair glued to every inch of exposed skin. Or possibly something a little more terrifying, like a parent who used your back as an ashtray.
We all have our monsters we carry with us through life.
For me, when I was younger, I’d heard about Bloody Mary. I don’t remember the whole story except for this: look in a mirror at night and repeat, “I believe in Bloody Mary,” after which she’d appear. That’s all I needed to know. Bloody Mary tortured me through most of my childhood. I didn’t need to see her; just knowing she lurked out there in the mirror world was enough to keep me from walking into a bathroom with the lights off.
Even now that I’m rapidly approaching mid-life (whatever that number is nowadays) and when I walk into a darkened room with a mirror, sometimes my thoughts race back to eight-year-old me and I get a slight sensation of what I once feared. It’s there and gone before I completely realize what went on. Ambushed me.
Yeah, it’s hard to shake monsters. Especially personal monsters.
In my latest short story, Re:evolution and the Radiant Machine, there are many types of monsters: monstrous men, monstrous machines, monstrous thoughts. People see other people as monsters. People act as monsters when they think they’re trying to stop monsters. It’s like a monster parade, but played out through a sci-fi story.
This story is found in an anthology of great short stories by some great indie authors. Some you might know, others you might not. Pick up this anthology and see what monsters haunt the dreams of these authors. Click the image to be taken to Amazon. You won’t be disappointed. At least I hope not…