Ethen and his wife pick up bits and pieces of newscasts: Some-things are prowling the streets at night #Zombie #Apocalypse #ZombieApocalypse #ZombieFiction #Readers #Thriller #Drama #Horror
This is an acoustic guitar build with a bunch of twists. I replaced the top with a Spanish Classical guitar design that was reversed. I Also used multiple sound holed as opposed to one sound hole. I also added peizo discs under saddle. I made the saddle from a brass blank. I also installed two humbuckers to blend with the peizo discs. I also built a control and tuner pod got the body. And I split the bridge into a bridge and a string pod to make the string length longer and for aesthetics as well. I replaced the nut with bone and the pegs with bone too.
I stripped off the fret board, made a new fret board and slotted and fretted it. Standard dots and side markers with plastic rod. The frets are harder than a normal acoustic blend. I also redesigned the neck pocket to make the neck bolt on. I installed a pre-amp in the side.
The photography is my own on a digital Kodak. This was before I forced myself to use a phone to do it because I truly hate phones.
The video work is also my own. And the model is once again my own wife Amber Smith. She was actually a model at a very young age, like 11. A good sport to let me use her material. She is also an author, artist and an advocate against child abuse.
The Music is my own. The studio version of A minor which is an extended and electric version. An extended version of Rode the Limited and an extended version of Solution Six as well. All three from the master AIFF for the EP in 2016. Enjoy, feedback is welcome.
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Earth’s Survivors: Apocalypse Earth’s Survivors Apocalypse follows survivors of a worldwide catastrophe. A meteorite that was supposed to miss the earth completely, hits and becomes the cap to a series of events that destroy the world as we know it. Police, fire, politicians, military, governments: All gone. Hopes, dreams, tomorrows: All buried in a desperate struggle to survive. #Dystopian #ApocalypticFiction #Horror #Readers #BookLovers #KU #KindleUnlimited
Earth’s Survivors: Rising From The Ashes
Earth’s Survivors: The Nation
Earth’s Survivors: Home in the Valley
Earth’s Survivors: Plague
Earth’s Survivors: Watertown
Earth’s Survivors: Wastelands Run
Earth’s Survivors: Alabama Island 1
Earth’s Survivors: World Order
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Earth’s Survivors Apocalypse follows survivors of a worldwide catastrophe. A meteorite that was supposed to miss the earth completely, hits and becomes the cap to a series of events that destroy the world as we know it. Police, fire, politicians, military, governments: All gone. Hopes, dreams, tomorrows: All buried in a desperate struggle to survive.
Earth’s Survivors: The Nation Sandy’s Diary – March 26th I should start calling this a diary not a journal. It’s funny, but we started these to leave at the cave but then we brought them with us to keep for the children. Now it’s becoming something more, although still for the children, so they can see who we were or are… or both. I was about to write when I found out we’ll have visitors in the morning. I hadn’t expected it so soon. I wonder if they are people we can make a part of us? I guess we’ll all see tomorrow. I’m excited, but I was already. Susan and I, well we’re together. As in living, as in sleeping together. I cannot believe I took the step. I didn’t know I could. I didn’t really believe there could be someone out there for me. But she made it clear to me how she felt and that she will go with me where ever I want to go. You know, up until right then, all I wanted to do was go and help Bob and Jan start this Nation. I thought that was all I had in my mind. It wasn’t though. If she asked me not to go, I wouldn’t. I’ve never known an emotion that could affect such change inside of me so quickly. I’m not sure I’ve even known this emotion before… not like this. People are coming, and that is exciting. I’m with Susan, and that is life. Do you know what I mean? And that means I’m a lesbian. I guess I knew that. It is important to me to know who I am though. To say it, to own it. In our so called enlightened society it wasn’t universally accepted. Oh, on the surface, sure. But not really. And where is that world now? Gone. I guess it’s just us now. We don’t have time to be so judgmental, or for me, to care if I am judged. I’m happy!!! …
A look at the town of Glennville. Bobby, Moon and Lois are the central points of this book, but they will also introduce you to their parents, the Sherif Kyle Stevens and some of the other town locals that make Glennville, Glennville. They are trying to spend the summer enjoying the beauty of the upstate New York town, camping, adventures, all the things three eleven year old kids could do for a summer in 1969. But Glennville is no ordinary town and there is always something else going on…
The Black River was more than just a geographical feature; it was a whispered legend in the hushed corners of Glennville, a dark, sinuous promise on the edge of their ordinary lives. For Lois, Bobby, and Moon, it represented the untamed, the exhilarating unknown that lay just beyond the familiar streets and the oppressive normalcy of their days. Summer had settled over Glennville like a thick, humid blanket, but beneath the languid heat, a different kind of energy was building – a shared hunger for adventure, a yearning to push the boundaries of their small-town existence. The river, with its murky depths and shadowed banks, beckoned with an irresistible allure.
It was a place where the predictable rhythm of Glennville seemed to break, where the rules that governed their lives felt distant and irrelevant. The hushed reverence with which the older kids spoke of its hidden coves and treacherous currents only fueled the younger ones’ fascination. They’d seen glimpses of it from the dusty backroads, a dark ribbon weaving through overgrown trees, hinting at secrets the town couldn’t contain. Lois, ever the observer, had always felt its pull. She’d imagine the smooth, cool water against her skin, the quiet murmur of its flow as a counterpoint to the constant hum of her mother’s worries or the distant roar of the mill. It was a space that felt entirely their own, a canvas for the adventures their limited world couldn’t otherwise provide.
Bobby, with his boundless optimism, was the first to voice the nascent plan. He’d arrived at Lois’s doorstep one sweltering afternoon, his face flushed with excitement, a hastily drawn map clutched in his hand. The map, sketched on the back of a discarded flyer for a long-forgotten town picnic, depicted a rough, ambitious route to the furthest reaches of the Black River accessible by foot. “Lois,” he’d panted, barely containing his enthusiasm, “We have to go. To the end of it. The real end.”
