The ancient clan in prehistoric Europe, 85,000 years ago, faced a devastating attack that forced them out of their high stone shelter. With many losses, particularly among the young and elderly, they realized the crucial role fire played in their survival. The strongest members of the clan took charge and decided to send out hunters to retrieve fire from a new source, while the rest of the clan remained behind, anxiously awaiting the return of their life-sustaining flame… #Readers #Prehistoric #Paleolithic #Booklovers #Bookworms #Archaic #Neanderthal #Denisovan #CroMagnon
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Lyrics Copyright © Wendell G. Sweet 2006 ♪ ♫ ♪ Date Written; 10-01-2006
Song Title: A Minor Style: Rock – Alt
Intro I don’t know anything I thought I knew… It’s like my life was stuck in A Minor or something… Instrumental——–Pick up main———————————————————-
Verse One: I spend most of my time filling the holes in my head. Sitting in this cell thinking about the life I’ve lead. It’s all free food and therapy, but I may as well pay for something I can see… This room has a view but all I really wanna do is talk to you… It’s been so long… How could that be wrong? (spoken) Everything we had was based on sex money and lies. When you left you took it all… Nothing to keep but alibis…
Bridge One: What I kept don’t amount to much, but I was never fixed in this world anyway… I’m just sitting here waiting on a bus for the next… May as well take my time, I got… Plenty of it… Sometimes it runs late… But I ain’t entertaining offers while I wait.
Hook One: I could never tell you nothin’ real. It was all about me all of the time. It was easier to hide the way I feel, like you were talking on my dime. I used to believe it was easier to hold it all inside… I never gave you anything… And I know how hard you tried…
Instrumental———————–Into Verse Two——————————————
Verse Two: (spoken) I Just want to make this right before I go. Pay my bill or at least knock it down, I don’t know. I wish I could set you free from what I’ve done, but I figured it out, you ain’t the only one… (sung) That bus is still running behind and sometimes I get so tired of standing here looking stupid… (spoken) What the hell am I hoping to find… Anyway…
Bridge Two: (sung) Thought about hoping a train… Getting there quicker… But thinking like that only makes me sicker… It’s like my life is stuck in A Minor or something… I don’t know what to do about it, but I know I gotta do something…
Hook Two: So maybe I could tell you something real… It’s a hell of a deal… But I can’t hide myself inside.. I need something to call mine… If we never really had it, what was it we pretended? Was it over long before us or only started once it ended?
Instrumental———–Finger picked back to Verse Structure———————–
Verse Three: Anyway, I just had to write this out… Learn to walk before I fall again. I’ve been working on living, cleaning up some of this sin, but I don’t know… What’s the use in being me if what I was is all you see? Where’s the good in change if the world’s still strange? It’s like I’m still stuck in A Minor or something… I don’t know what to do about it, but I know I’ve got to do something.
Bridge Three: Can’t stand up… Keep falling down… And the little ball keeps spinning around Livin’ my life in blue… … … Tell me what I can do…?
Hook Three: But I could never tell you nothin’ real… And I ain’t sayin’ nothin new… It was easier to hide the way I feel… Can you see it the same way too? If we never really had it, what was it you pretended… Tell me, how long will it be ’til this broken life is ended…?
Xtro: I don’t know anything I thought I knew… I don’t know… I don’t know anything I thought I knew…
Instrumental———-Finger picked to stop————————————————-
Principal Chords: Written In C Major Played from A Minor. Instrumental piece… Am= Am – A4th – Am – A9th +7th – Am = 8 beats Dm= Dm – D4th – Dm – D9th +7th -Dm = 8 beats Intro/Xtro Am G Dm F Fma7th Am G Dm Am Dm Am Verse Dm Am Dm Am Bridge C G Dm F Fma7th C G Am F FMa7th C G Am F FMa7th C G Am F Fma7th C Hook G Am F FMa7th C G Am F Fma7th Am G Dm Or Alt C G Dm F Fma7th C G Dm F Fma7th C G Am F Fma7th Am
Why I Wrote It: This is the first song I ever wrote. It was written around October 1st 2006. I was teaching a music class and one of the students thought we should write our own songs to perform at the coming Christmas show. This song is about my life before prison. What changed inside of me in prison because of the people I came in contact with, and because I was tired of being me. Also, I was sober. Something I had not been for over thirty years at the time I came to prison in 2002.
There is music for these lyrics. I’m writing this in October of 2012 as a free man after ten years in prison. Yes, it’s very long, about nine to eleven minuets depending on the instrumentals. It should be here somewhere recorded as should the sheet music…
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The air hung thick with the smell of ozone and burnt plastic, a lingering scent of their near-death experience. Lonnie ran a hand over the smooth, cool surface of the repaired temporal resonator, its green glow a constant, reassuring presence in the otherwise dim Quonset hut. A man takes a trip back to 1969 and finds he might not be able to return to the future he came from… #Fantasy #SciFi #TimeTravel #Thriller #Readers #Drama #DellSweet
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The Wastelands are the ruins of America after the biggest extinction event in 75,000 years hit the planet Earth. Billions of people died, those that didn’t had no help because the governments, military all crumbled and fell apart.
But a virus was born during the destruction and bred in the billions of bodies. A virus that reanimates the dead. Some believe the world governments released it, some believe it was developed and nurtured by nature, just an occurrence that was bound to happen. It wouldn’t be the first time that the human race was nearly toppled by a virus, after all. Meet the survivors and their daily struggels to stay alive as they make their way through the destruction in search of other survivors, food, and water… #ApocalypticFiction #Horror #Readers #ProphetX #SameWolfe #ZombieFiction
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The year is 1969: In the small city of Glennville people tend to stay to themselves. Neighbors matter. The streets, even in the poorest of neighborhoods are safe for children to travel on their own: Play kick the can after dark. But the city has its secrets, and those secrets have their dangers.
Under the city, a series of caves cut from the limestone by the Black River attract visitors, children, some have entered and never come out; maybe lost, maybe part of Glennville’s secrets.
Something else lives in the cold, dark caves. Something some have suspected but refuse to believe. After all, it’s 1969. Things are rational, safe.
Kyle Stevens in the Sheriff of Jefferson County, his office is in Glennville, since Glennville is the seat of Jefferson County. He likes his job. He likes the city. He came from Manhattan where crime was much worse; here he might have a serious case once every few months. Sure, even small places like Glennville have their share of run-aways, bar fights, mysteries, but in the summer of 1969 the body of a young woman is found dead in a weed choked field, and Kyle’s world changes forever…
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Criminal Intentions book 1
The Criminal Intentions books are collections of short stories, some short some nearly novel length that I have combined together in this collection for you to enjoy, Dell.
In this collection are the following short stories:
PRIVATE INVESTIGATIONS – A GOOD PLAN – BLACKNESS OF THE SOUL – THE LAST TAXI RIDE – DELLO GREEN – THE ACCIDENT – THE MAN WHO NEARLY TOOK MY LIFE – THE STORY OF THE MEXICAN – WHEN THEY TRIED TO KILL ME
An excerpt from the short story The Accident:
I lay breathing heavy, trying to calm my racing heart. The dream had been so vivid, so real. I had held her and it had felt so good so real so right. She had turned to me and I had opened my eyes and really seen her. Seen what I was holding. A rotting corpse. She was coming closer, holding me, her hands suddenly clutching harder, trying to drag me down into the grave she stank of.
I was covered with sweat, but my heart slowed and I got myself up and made it to the shower.
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Criminal Intentions book 2
The Criminal Intentions series are collected short crime fiction in each book that I have gathered together to present to the reader, Dell.
Short Stories in this collection:
HAPPY HOLIDAYS – THE TALE OF LIV – THE TRIP – HOOD RATS – THE PHONE CALL – CHEATING AND DEATH – SANTOS – HARROWS
An excerpt from the short story: The Story of Liv
For fifteen long minutes, Liv stood outside in the chilly, pre-dawn rain. Fifteen minutes felt like an eternity when the craving hit. Time stretched endlessly, with every clock and watch in the world ticking away the moments. Finally, she began testing the doors. The front and back doors were locked. She hadn’t considered the garage door, but eventually decided to try it. To her surprise, it was unlocked, although the lock was badly damaged, causing her to hesitate.
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by W Sweet (Author) #Zombie #Horror #Kindle #Amazon
America the Dead Survivor Stories Five contains books nine and ten of the series. Both of these books were unreleased. The Fold Book Two: Rodney stood slowly from Mamma’s grave where he had been kneeling, and turned to the people behind him. Jessie stepped out and the small crowd fell silent. “It’s time,” she said simply, “it’s time to leave.” She turned back to the others and they climbed inside her SUV. A few moments later she backed around, came back up onto the rutted dirt road and started slowly out of the settlement. Most of the inhabitants had left soon after Mamma had died. They had given no reasons, and Rodney had asked for none. Of the more than one thousand people that had been there, there were less than forty now, gathered around them in a circle. The small crowd moved away and quickly gathered what they wished to take with them, which was not a great deal. Less than twenty minutes later a worn caravan of patched and rusty vehicles pulled out of the park at Lake Union, and trekked slowly out of Seattle following Jessie Stone. As they drove east, other encampments joined them, and when they were just beyond the city limits, the small caravan that had started with no more than fifteen vehicles had grown to more than thirty.
Bluechip: It was a beautiful day to be alone. He wondered about the kid, Jingo. What had happened to him? The theory was that the girl, Nikki Moore, had killed him and dumped his body out in one of the swamps. It was possible, he supposed. The money had never turned up, that was all Sammy knew for sure. Or if it had someone else had taken it and knew how to keep their mouth shut. Either way, he wouldn’t be getting his hands on it. It was gone. He looked out over the water. A beautiful early spring day. A good day to call it quits. He rolled forward, daring himself. The edge of the dock just a few inches away. It would be so easy. He took a deep breath, as deep as he was able to, laughed and then released it: Then before he could change his mind he wheeled himself off the end of the dock. The bubbles died away after the first few minutes. Somewhere across the lake a loon cried out.
by W Sweet (Author) #Zombie #Horror #Kindle #Amazon
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America the Dead contains books seven and eight of the series. While seven was released, eight was not and can only be purchased in this volume as there are no plans to release it as a single book. The Zombie Plagues: 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… The Fold Book One: Doctor Jessie Stone moved through the clinic quickly, her eyes falling on the many faces: Mothers, children, all waiting. She passed the desk, nodded at Vera who held her eyes for a moment. “Give me five minutes, Vera, then start sending them…” She caught the concern in Vera’s eyes. “One in particular?” She asked. “Little girl… Infection, maybe pneumonia,” she shrugged. “Sounded bad to me.” Jessie nodded. “Then send her in first, Vera.” She pushed her way through the doors that lead to the back area and shrugged into a gown before grabbing the first chart off the board and beginning to read.
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America the Dead Survivor Stories three contains books five and six of the Series. War at Home two: 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… Zombie Fall: 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…
