If I wish really really hard I can almost imagine it's illustrating my story.
Announcing the release of The End: Visions of Apocalypse, an anthology presented by SFFWorld.com. Including twelve stories that detail various depictions of the end of the world, the anthology features the work of Michael J. Sullivan, Hugh Howey, Tristis Ward, and nine other writers, all with their own apocalyptic visions. From grim destruction to tragic suffering, and even humor, no version of the Earth is safe.
Now available through Smashwords. Coming soon to Amazon, and other online e-book retailersI'm passing on the announcement because a story I wrote a while back is included. One of my stories in a book alongside stories by real published, actually got paid for their books, writers. Woohoo! The Story is called Silver Sky. It's not the best story I wrote this year. But it's not dreadful. Some of the other stories in there are pretty good. At least one I would go so fas as to say is excellent.
INT: DAY: THE KIDS' BEDROOM
Eben and I are playing with his wooden train set. I've just set out the track and Eben is placing the carriages on the track as I hand them to him. I pull another engine out of the box. It is painted black.
ME:...and here's a black one.
EBEN:That's means it's evil - it's a BAD train!ME:(Pulling out a blue carriage.)So this must be the goods train....
"What you see is real. What I've done, I've done, and what I've done is right - it is the work of science."Amen.
'Holly reads with great expression and has a good understanding of what she is reading. She needs to learn to read a bit slower when reading out allowed.'
"I'm no good at being noble, but it doesn't take much to see that the problems of three little people don't amount to a hill of beans in this crazy world."
Clara Schumann had a tragic life. When things got really rough she went round to her friend Beethoven's for a bit of tea and symphony.
So I thought, 'why don't I put my money where my mouth is?'. Why? Because money tastes awful, that's why. If you don't believe me, take a well-worn and well-crumpled fiver out of your pocket, hold it up to your nose, and have a good sniff. One of the most revolting smells you'll ever come across. Imagine what it tastes like.
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