I saw it out of the corner of my eye. It glided as though floating above the ground. The room became cold. Where was it? I didn’t know. What was it? I couldn’t say. Then I felt it breath on me. Suddenly searing pain ran through me. Then darkness.
I'm a pulp fiction writer (mostly horror)I write pulp novelettes about zombies, killers, speculative futures, and some non-horror genres. But this blog is for promoting my book THE HARVESTING ROOM and giving my personal opinions on Palin and the ever scary Tea Pary Movement. THE HARVESTING ROOM is a fictional look at what would happen if these loons ever get control of the Government of the United States. It's a pulp speculative novelette. Go to my facebook fan site or author site and pick up a book or two!!
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