The Clan hurriedly escaped through the treacherous night. Overwhelmed by pain and exhaustion they felt defeated in the face of catastrophe #Prehistoric #HistoricalFiction #WGSweet #Paleolithic #Neanderthal #Denisovans
EARTH’S SURVIVORS: The Earth’s Survivors Series 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 desperate struggle to survive. From L.A. To Manhattan the cities, governments have toppled and lawlessness is the rule. The dead lay in the streets while gangs fight for control of what is left. Small groups band together for safety and begin to leave the ravaged cities behind in search of a future that can once again hold promise. Dell Sweet. A. L. Norton W. W. Watson. Geo Dell #Apocalypse #ApocalypticFiction #Dystopian #Horror #Survival #EarthsSurvivors #Thriller #Drama #KU
The 27 Club The whispers began in dimly lit clubs and backstage dressing rooms, morphing into campfire tales and eventually, into a widely recognized cultural archetype: the “27 Club.” It is a fraternity no one wishes to join, a morbid roll call of musicians whose incandescent careers were extinguished at the zenith of their creative powers, all at the age of twenty-seven.#Club27 #Music #Deadat27 #GeorgeDell #JanisJoplin #JimMorrison
The air in the chauffeured SUV hummed with a manufactured excitement, a brittle façade over the collective exhaustion of four men who navigated the concrete canyons of Manhattan. Their lives were a relentless sprint: early mornings fueled by designer coffee, late nights drowning in spreadsheets and legal briefs, the constant thrum of ambition and the gnawing pressure to perform. The city, once a symbol of their success, had become a gilded cage, its relentless energy draining them, its superficial connections leaving them hollow. They craved an escape, not a vacation, but a retreat. A deliberate shedding of the suits.
The destination: the Southern Tier of Upstate New York, a region whispered about in hushed tones by those who sought true solitude, far from the manicured trails and well-trodden paths of more popular wilderness areas. Mike had painted a picture of untamed forests, pristine lakes, and a silence so profound it would be deafening after the ceaseless roar of the city. He’d spoken of challenging hikes, of wrestling with the elements, of building fires with their own hands, of sharing stories under a canopy of stars untainted by light pollution. #Thriller #Drama #Kindle #Audible #Survival
Beth levered her arms down to scoot up in the bed and nearly banged the stump of her arm against the side of the bed before Cammy stopped her. “Honey… Honey… Your arm. You have to be careful,” Cammy told her. “Oh God,” Beth whispered through her dry lips as she stared down at the stump of her arm. #Horror #Series #Dystopian #Apocalyptic
A story from my youth growing up in a small city full of poor families like my own. The stink from the paper mills hung over the town, nearly as bad as the desperation that hung over the men of the town, short on work and hope both… #halloween #smalltown #storytime https://youtu.be/T4CXo–3cZs
The 27 Club The whispers began in dimly lit clubs and backstage dressing rooms, morphing into campfire tales and eventually, into a widely recognized cultural archetype: the “27 Club.” It is a fraternity no one wishes to join, a morbid roll call of musicians whose incandescent careers were extinguished at the zenith of their creative powers, all at the age of twenty-seven.#Club27 #Music #Deadat27 #GeorgeDell #JanisJoplin #JimMorrison
“Hey,” he said. A young guy. Unshaven. Wild hair. I could smell the street on him. His teeth were yellowed and chipped. Looked to be blackening in places I saw. His tongue continuously licked at his cracked lips. I couldn’t speak. Wouldn’t have known what to say if I had been able to, and I was having a very hard time keeping my eyes open. The lights were too bright.
“Hey,” he said again. “I didn’t know you would be naked… In a bath tub… He didn’t say that… I’m sorry…. I really am sorry.” His hand swam into view as I watched. Normal except a black lump seemed to be fused to it. A black lump with a blacker hole in the end of it. Fire spat from the blacker hole. The lights went out…#Audio #Book #SamWolfe #DreamTravel #Readers #Listeners
