Andrea, back in her humble dwelling, noticed it too. The birds, usually a raucous chorus at dawn, were unnaturally silent. The insects, a constant hum of life in the humid air, seemed to have retreated. The vibrant colors of her small herb garden appeared to have dulled, as if a fine layer of dust had settled upon them, a dust that wasn’t visible but could be felt, a muffling of the world’s sensory output. She found herself looking over her shoulder, a habit she had never possessed before, an instinctual awareness of being observed, even in the solitude of her own small space. #Dystopian #ApocalypticFiction #PostApocalyptic #Survival #Kindle #Audible
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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 inhabitants of Bend City were as weathered and worn as the town itself. They moved with a slow, deliberate grace, each step measured, each glance calculating. There was a shared fatigue in their eyes, a weariness born not just of the relentless sun and the hard work, but of years of hardship and struggle, of dreams deferred and hopes shattered. #Action #Western #Epic #Suspense #Amazon #Kindle
A hardcore crew of thieves running a tri-state crime origination comes to the attention of a detective who has been putting the pieces of the crimes together to achieve a solution for how and why the crimes are done. All pros in their fields of expertise, each member has a job to do. Like them, the detective sees the job that he must do and sets out to narrow down the scope and catch them in the act… #Crime #Suspense #Thriller #Drama #Kindle #Amazon #Audible
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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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.
#CrimeFiction #WGSweet #BookLovers #Readers #KindleUnlimited #Kindle #Amazon
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
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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.
The air in the back room of the dimly lit Italian restaurant was thick with the scent of stale garlic and unspoken threats. Vinnie “The Hammer” Moretti, a man whose reputation preceded him like a bad omen, leaned back in his chair, a half-empty glass of wine swirling in his hand. His eyes, dark and shrewd, scanned the faces of the men seated before him. George Topsfield, his usual veneer of polite composure strained, fidgeted with the cuff of his expensive shirt. Across from him sat Marco, Vinnie’s enforcer, a hulking brute with a face carved from granite and eyes that held the unsettling calm of a predator. #Crime #HitMan #OrganizedCrime #Mystery #Thriller #Drama
The Teacher’s Shadow
The stench of stale urine and rotting garbage clung to the air, a familiar perfume in George Topsfield’s nocturnal endeavors. Rain, a relentless drizzle that had plastered itself to the city for days, slicked the cobblestones of the alley, turning the already dismal space into a treacherous, reflective mirror of the neon-drenched city above. It was a fitting stage for the final act of this particular performance. Across from him, huddled in the meager shelter of an overflowing dumpster, was his mark: a weasel-faced accountant named Arthur Finch. #Crime #HitMan #OrganizedCrime #Mystery #Thriller #Drama
The Jail Job: The intended guy is in Rikers Island doing a year. George uses Juanita’s computer skills to access the inmate Database and have him released early. Vinnie tells him he is a snitch and a suspected child molester, but the truth is he is an undercover ATF officer investigating Vinnie’s interests in Rikers Island, where he controls the drug and sex trade in the huge jail. When he is taken to the prison ferry and released, he has no idea what has happened. He finds himself on the street with no funds, phone, walking after he is dropped off by the prison transport bus. He resolves himself to the thirty block walk to the ATF offices. George catches him on the way and kills him.
#Crime #HitMan #OrganizedCrime #Mystery #Thriller #Drama #KU #Audio
