When my husband decided to write a post-apocalyptic novel called "Survival In the New Zed Order", I wanted to write a tandem story my own way. His characters, John and Sara, are based entirely on us so their actions and their sex is very much like ours. I'm very open to reading comments, both emailed and public. Enjoy! * "Don't worry... about a thing. 'Cau...
The year is set in 2205 in a post-apocalyptic world. It was a hot day in the desert, almost sweltering. One woman, a random traveler by the name of Tanya walks throughout the desert looking for a village to get something to eat. Being a vagabond by choice, she was learning how to survive on her in this harsh environment. But this land was treacherous and fil...
If a Bree calls in the forest, does she make a sound? Not with a red scarf crammed tight in her mouth. She was tethered to the trees when I found her. I was roving the paths on my hundred acres of property, enjoying the cool North breeze, when I heard a smothered yelp. I paused, filtering the sounds of the woods – the creak of branches, the shush of leav...
Hey... So I am supposed to be working on 3:05 a.m. An Ice Era Chronicle, but I am kinda stuck on this for some reason. I don't know. I love my steamy post-apocalyptic romance series, but there is just something about this alien story that I feel like working on. Anyway, read if you like. This is chapter 4. Cheers. ~M~ from C.M. Moore *** *Chapter 4* Can...
Winston bolted upright out of the chair and aimed the nerve pistol at the face. Overlord's smile didn't flicker. "That weapon cannot harm me," said the luminous face, "but to make this conversation feel less adversarial, I'll get rid of it." The pistol turned into dust. Winston's fingers came together into a fist as the handle crumbled away into nothingnes...
June 14, 1987 A six year old girl sits alone at a small oak table; toys stretched out in front of her. She has constructed a castle out of her alphabet blocks, with a pink dragon atop it, and a cowboy astride a black horse sits in front. A small, tattered rag doll smiles blankly up at the girl, a paper crown perched lopsidedly on its stained head, its black...
Night fell over the city of Los Angeles. It was a city like no other. A place of endless opportunity. People came to Los Angeles and made it. There were success stories about men and women who went from rags to riches. Jerry Springer and Oprah Winfrey made it in Tinseltown. So did Larry Flynt and Clint Eastwood. Los Angeles was always full of hope and despai...
This all started when awoke in wasteland apocalyptic looking location. It looks like it had been abandoned or a settlement briefly used. It wasn't trashy or that, but bare and set up in a specific fashion with shelving all around on one side of the warehouse, a chain linked fence dividing the room, and rows of bedding on the other. I'm not a man of large s...
Chapter 2 (M+F) The text arrived as I got to my desk. "I'm not going to shower this morning... I want you to smell him." Putting the extra phone back in my desk I tried to breath in the hopes my pants would not be too tented when I went to my meeting. She had been sending that kind of message since I first started seeing her several months ago. The messag...
Note: This is another piece I had written but not submitted over the past year or so. There are several more chapters written, unlike Take a Chance. Yes, the NerveGear comes from an anime/manga series, Sword Art Online. The series raised some questions, I thought, that could not be explored in that format, because of the age of the target audience. The wor...