June 21, 2026

Science Fiction

The Nation

The Nation: 01

Bear squatted and peered down at the girl and the boy for a few moments before he spoke again. “What do you think of her hand?”

Beth squatted beside him and looked down at the girl. She stood and shook her head. “I can’t tell. It looks like she’s turning. Turns black, you know, but just under the skin… like… like a spiderweb flowing out under their skin. Bad description, I know,” she finished.

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The Nation: 02

The sun, a weak, watery orb, struggled to pierce the perpetual gloom of the junkyard. Its rays, filtered through the grimy haze of industrial decay and the skeletal remains of rusted cars, cast long, distorted shadows that danced with the shuffling figures of the undead. This was their sanctuary, a chaotic landscape of twisted metal, shattered glass, and the lingering stench of decay – their home.

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The Nation: 03

The rusty hinges of the dilapidated shack groaned a mournful protest as Bear pushed open the door, the scent of damp earth and decay clinging to the air like a shroud. Inside, Winston lay huddled beneath a threadbare blanket, his breathing shallow and ragged.

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The Nation: 04

“Beth!” Billy screamed from behind her. “Right. Your right!” She had been just about to fire at the two zombies attacking Mac, and so even as she turned, she did not turn her pistol completely, but kept it aimed to the front towards Mac and the two zombies. By the time she registered how close the three zombies were to her, there was no time to turn the pistol and fire.

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The Nation: 05

There were four of them outside the vehicles talking or keeping watch on the parking lot. Bear and Beth, Mac and Billy. When the first one dropped, Billy spun around and clubbed it to the ground. But the rest came so fast that they could not hope to easily and quickly pick them off.

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The Nation: 06

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.

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The Nation: 07

A crash came to his ears, but he could not tell if it was from the downstairs hallway. At least he hoped it was the downstairs hallway, not the stairs outside of their apartment, or, God forbid, even closer. He jumped from the tangle of blankets, started to pull his shoes on, and then reached for his machine pistol instead as another noise came from the hallway.

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The Nation: 08

Things were crazy, and they seemed to be getting worse as the days rolled by. The police precinct was still burning. It had started sometime during the night two days before, and since there was no one to put the fire out, it had been raging for hours now. A few minutes ago, the roof of the building next door to the precinct burst into flames.

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The Nation: Collection One

The Nation Collection contains the first four books in one volume. Follow the survivors as they struggle to survive in a vastly changed world, where the living are just as likely to kill you as the dead are. 

They navigated a maze of shattered streets, the buildings looming over them like skeletal giants. The air vibrated with a low, guttural hum…

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The Nation: Collection Two

The Nation Collection Two contains the final four books in The Nation series in one volume.

The initial reaction was instinctual – fear and suspicion. But as they crept closer, the fear began to give way to a cautious curiosity. The group in the cellar was clearly as desperate as they were, as weary and worn as they felt…

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Before Candace could speculate, a low, guttural growl echoed from the far end of the depot, followed by the distinct sound of heavy boots crunching on gravel. It was a sound of human origin, but there was an aggression to it, a territoriality that sent a prickle of alarm through Candace.
“Someone else,” Elara whispered, her hand tightening on her pipe.
Candace nodded, her gaze fixed on the source of the sound. “And they don’t sound friendly.” She could see them now – a group of figures emerging from the gloom, their silhouettes indistinct against the muted light. They were armed, their weapons glinting dully. Their movements were coordinated, purposeful, suggesting a trained unit rather than a disorganized band of scavengers. #Dystopian #Apocalyptic #Epic #Survival #Amazon #Kindle #KU #Horror


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The collapse had been a swift, brutal amputation. The surge, a cataclysmic event that had not only silenced our digital world but had also plunged vast swathes of the planet into darkness and disarray. The immediate aftermath had been a blur of panic, of desperate attempts to comprehend the incomprehensible. The abstract threats of cyber warfare or economic collapse had been replaced by the terrifyingly concrete realities of starvation, disease, and the primal struggle for survival.
In the early days, the focus had been singular: survive. Find food, find water, find shelter. My technical skills, so vital in the old world, were largely useless. I learned to scavenge, to ration, to move with a stealth born of necessity. I learned the silence of the wilderness, the language of rustling leaves and snapping twigs.
But survival, I was discovering, was not an end in itself. It was a means to an end, a precarious foundation upon which something more must be built. It was a recognition that to truly survive, I needed to do more than just exist; I needed to be.

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Private Investigations: The John Rourke Private Detective series

Private Investigations 1: A John Rourke detective Story (Private Investigations: John Rourke Private Detective Stories) Kindle Edition Book 1 of 3: Private Investigations: John Rourke Private Detective Stories by W. W. Watson (Author)  Format: Kindle Edition

  John Rourke is a private detective with contacts and a license to practice from New York to Arizona. He has the resources he needs across the country to find the information he needs to crack the toughest cases. Ex-cops, ex-Cons, snitches, stoolies, drug addicts, criminals, drug dealers and any kind of scum of the earth you can imagine or care to name. He knows the seedy side of life and to some people that makes him indispensable…

Book one:

The chipped paint on my beat-up Ford Falcon was flaking like old skin. The smell of stale coffee clung to the interior like a cheap perfume, a constant, bitter reminder of the long hours ahead. Across the street, Paul Fields’ two-story colonial loomed, a picture of suburban perfection, a stark contrast to the cramped discomfort of my temporary office. The relentless hum of traffic on Hemlock Drive was a dull, throbbing ache in my skull, a soundtrack to this tedious ballet of surveillance. My gut churned, not from the coffee, but from the gnawing feeling that I was hemorrhaging money, bleeding my retainer dry on this seemingly pointless stakeout…

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Private Investigations 2: A John Rourke detective Story (Private Investigations: John Rourke Private Detective Stories) Kindle Edition Book 2 of 3: Private Investigations: John Rourke Private Detective Stories by W. W. Watson (Author)  Format: Kindle Edition J
Book 2 of 3: Private Investigations: John Rourke Private Detective Stories
John Rourke is a private detective with contacts and a license to practice from New York to Arizona. He has the resources he needs across the country to find the information he needs to crack the toughest cases. Ex-cops, ex-Cons, snitches, stoolies, drug addicts, criminals, drug dealers and any kind of scum of the earth you can imagine or care to name. He knows the seedy side of life and to some people that makes him indispensable…

Book two:


My apartment, usually a sanctuary of quiet solitude, became a temporary forensic lab. The dining table transformed into a command center, littered with maps, photographs, financial records, and transcripts of intercepted phone calls. The air hung heavy with the scent of stale coffee and the lingering aroma of cheap takeout containers. Days bled into nights as I painstakingly organized the evidence, meticulously documenting every detail, creating a comprehensive narrative that would stand up to the scrutiny of the legal system… #BookWorm #Readers #KindleUnlimited #WWWatson #Crime #Noir #Mystery #PrivateEye

Private Investigations 3: A John Rourke detective Story (Private Investigations: John Rourke Private Detective Stories) Kindle Edition Book 3 of 3: Private Investigations: John Rourke Private Detective Stories by W. W. Watson (Author)  Format: Kindle Edition J
Book 3 of 3: Private Investigations: John Rourke Private Detective Stories

  John Rourke is a private detective with contacts and a license to practice from New York to Arizona. He has the resources he needs across the country to find the information he needs to crack the toughest cases. Ex-cops, ex-Cons, snitches, stoolies, drug addicts, criminals, drug dealers and any kind of scum of the earth you can imagine or care to name. He knows the seedy side of life and to some people that makes him indispensable…

Book three:

The silence was broken by the distant screech of a hawk, its cry sharp and piercing against the vast silence of the desert. It was a lonely sound, a perfect metaphor for the state of my own soul. I was tired, bone-deep tired. Sleep was a luxury I couldn’t afford, nightmares a constant companion. The faces of the victims, the ones I’d found along Rieser’s trail, haunted my dreams. Each one a testament to the brutal efficiency of a man who knew how to erase his tracks… #BookWorm #Readers #KindleUnlimited #WWWatson #Crime #Noir #Mystery #PrivateEye


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The Earth Fleet’s perspective was one of cautious analysis, tempered by apprehension. They saw a world of breathtaking beauty and advanced sophistication, but also a world that, in its very uniqueness, posed an unprecedented risk. The question now was not simply whether humanity could survive among the stars, but whether it could evolve, whether it could learn from a civilization that had, in its own way, already achieved a form of transcendence. #SpaceSettlement #SpaceExploration #StarTravel $SciFi #Kindle

“We survived the descent,” Jameson continued, her voice firming with resolve. “That’s more than many could have managed. The Odyssey may be broken, but we are not. We will assess, we will adapt, and we will survive. This is not the end of our journey. It’s just a… very, very difficult detour.”

The words, meant to inspire, were met with a heavy silence. The sheer magnitude of their predicament was too vast, too overwhelming, to be easily dispelled by mere words. The Odyssey was no longer a starship; it was a tomb, a monument to their fallen comrades and their shattered dreams. #SpaceSettlement #SpaceExploration #StarTravel $SciFi #Kindle

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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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John watched as Bear helped the girls move their sleeping bags and back packs over to a clear space on the factory floor. He didn’t see what Madison saw in Cammy, but it was her choice, and she wouldn’t get a second chance with him. He came close to slamming his fist into the cement floor.

Not frustrated at all, he told himself. Not even a little.

He was about to roll out his sleeping bag and go to sleep, maybe tomorrow would have a different spin, he thought briefly, when Bear walked over and dropped down in a squat next to him. He moved so fast and easy for a big man. “Hey,” John was startled into saying.

Bear smiled. “Didn’t mean to startle you… Thought you saw me coming.”

“No… No, you didn’t startle me at all,” John lied.

Bear nodded. He cleared his throat a little. “Maddy and I talked a little… This place is safe, but it isn’t where we need to be, so we thought we’d light out… Tomorrow… Jersey, maybe further, either way, out of the city is the goal.”

“Maddy?” John asked. “So it’s like that.”

Bear kept the smile on his face. “Listen,” he leaned close, too close, but it was a tactic he reserved for situations just like this back in the old world. “She wants to go… With Cammy,” he spread his hands, huge hands, “It is what it is, man.”

John shook his head. “I don’t see it. It’s a new world… Who knows how many of us may have died off… If you look at New York alone it’s got to be millions.”

Bear nodded, not really sure where John was going.

John leaned close. “So how do you build a population back up if the women are only with the women?”

Bear shook his head. “You know what I said to Maddy a few moments ago?” He didn’t wait for John to answer. “She said something about the way you have a tried to impose upon her that she needs a man, and I said, ‘What a dick.’ That’s what I said, ‘What a dick.”

John just glared from under his lowered brows.

“Grow up, John, or go your own way, but as for those two?” He looked over at Madison and Cammy. “Don’t mess with them anymore… I understand your thoughts might have gotten messed up… It’s tough times like this that can do that, but they are their own, not your own.” He patted one huge hand against John’s shoulder, smiled and then stood and walked away…

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. The weeks spent battling the machine, deciphering Finch’s cryptic notes, had left them gaunt and exhausted, their faces etched with the strain of their ordeal. But the pervasive anxiety had shifted; the fear of catastrophic failure was replaced by a new, equally potent fear: the fear of failure to return.Tommy, ever the pragmatist, began meticulously checking the power supply. He meticulously tested each vacuum tube, his brow furrowed in concentration. He’d scavenged the tubes from a junkyard, a graveyard of discarded electronics, and their reliability was questionable at best. He replaced a flickering tube, the replacement salvaged from an old radio, its glass casing brittle with age. Each connection was carefully soldered, double-checked, and triple-checked. There was no room for error. Their lives, quite literally, depended on the flawless functioning of this cobbled-together contraption.Lonnie, meanwhile, focused on the chronometer, a jury-rigged device built from scavenged parts. It was crude, primitive compared to the sleek, digital chronometers of their time, but it was their only way to accurately gauge the temporal displacement. He adjusted a tiny potentiometer, a whisper-thin metal rod, his breath held in anticipation. He’d spent hours calibrating it, using astronomical charts painstakingly copied from a tattered 1969 almanac. Even the slightest miscalculation could mean a landing in the wrong century, or worse, nowhere at all.A science fiction trip through time travel as three men learn the ropes of something they were never meant to know…

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