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In the Common Era year 2113, Major Maximillia Brandenburg activated humankind’s first rendition of a differential gravity drive, momentarily exiting the multiverse and consequently cheating the physical barricade prohibiting faster-than-light travel. Thereby, she made possible exploration of the cosmos within the constraints of human timescales. Shortly thereafter, humanity began to fill their empty galaxy, one habitable planet at a time. Of course, nothing is so simple, really, and the one otherwise unmanageable constraint upon this form of travel drastically affected its utility. Differential gravity is found only on the fringes of a galaxy-sized mass. While the journey from one flexure-point to another could be accomplished rather quickly outside the galaxy, the journey from there to a habitable planetary destination within the galaxy often exceeded the length of a single human lifespan. To ease this toll of human aging, where possible, humankind established flexure-points near the orbit of artificially terraformed though otherwise dead orphan-planets – extra-galactic bodies tossed out of their originating solar systems by rogue solar phenomena. Ultimately, through the course of the next three hundred years, the bulk of human travel and interstellar commerce would transpire between these established flexure-points along a cosmic highway called “The Serpentine”.Insatiable as always, humankind's thirst for fuel only expanded with the advent of interstellar travel along this sprawling cosmic highway. To supply its gluttonous demands, the Company long ago dispatched ruthless agents to the galactic frontier with a single focus: procure fuel without regard for consequence or cost. When humanity encountered sentient, spacefaring aliens for the first time, the conflict quickly turned bloody, and now one rogue agent defends the frontier against ravenous alien hordes. Trillions of desperate citizens have come to depend upon him for survival. Unfortunately for them all, the stress and loneliness of his extremely isolated post eventually unraveled his mind. Consequently, he has become psychopathically insane. To restore order, a small troupe of mercenaries must hunt him down amid the galaxy's darkest heart and destroy him, but he has long harbored a deadly secret that threatens the safety of every living human being in the Milky Way.

Lucky to survive the circumstances of his birth, he learned to make the most of a life that might have killed a lesser person. In fact, he learned to thrive. Via crime, he improved himself to the point of obtaining a college education, an enormous bank account, and a veritable army of minions. He proves the road to hell is not always paved with the best of intentions.This is the story of his downfall and ultimate fate. Nobody escapes.

Corporal Terrance “Tare” McGee, retired, was the prodigal princeling of his Texas trailer park until the United States Army decided to euthanize his former partner, a military working dog, also retired, named ‘Perquisite’ or, most affectionately, ‘Perq’. Driven by un undeniable sense of honor, duty and loyalty, Tare successfully rescued Perq from certain doom amid the veterinary kennels of the local Army base, but reports of violent assault and stolen automobiles only end one way in Texas, without regard to motive. Confronting their new status as fugitive outlaws, Tare and Perq pursue their only conceivable course of action when they load Tare’s truck with snack foods, drugs and liquor. Collecting an endangered chimp named “Bobo” along the way, they flee into the vast, epic potential of an early Texas evening.This is the true-to-life story of the next forty-eight hours in the lives of a dog and his man and a chimp with a machinegun. Though it relates the bizarre sequence of events that would ultimately place a Squad Automatic Weapon into the hands of a drunken two-year-old primate, this tale cannot adequately rationalize anything else that happened. After all, the who-what-when-where-and-how of a thing are matters of records and databases, and, as such, come easily. Alternately, the ‘whys’ of a thing are human constructs fashioned of secretive thoughts, perverse motivations and, oftentimes, deluded ideations – as to the nature of these concepts, then, bystanders, witnesses and passersby can only guess. At the least, this lyrical American fable will ultimately provide one startling insight into the nature of the human condition… a monkey with a machinegun is not always an entirely undesirable happenstance.

How long can one sensitive youth tolerate the incessant shelling, the nerve-wracking eruptions, the slumber-slaying shockwaves of bombardment? How much terror can a soldier endure, before he takes that last short walk beyond the trenches and coiled barbed wire into no-man's land to meet his violent fate?The bloodiest war of the bloodiest century in human history. For some, it never ends.

Born in rural Iowa to a submissive and ineffectual mother, John Stevenovitz never knew his biological father, and this is something his abusive step-father would never let him forget. Perhaps driven by suffering at home, the boy matures quickly, both physically and mentally, ultimately transforming himself into the old man’s superior in every way. With equal measures of cleverness and cruelty, the long-suffering youth eventually engineers his step-father’s suicide, incidentally losing his mother in the same brutal event.By this time in his young life, Johnny has mastered the football field, having amassed playing statistics impressive enough to leave the community scrambling to keep him local throughout the remainder of high school. Afterward, he changes his name, coasts through college on a full scholarship, and then drafts directly into the pros for a glorious career. After retirement, when the glory fades and his wife’s affection yields to younger, more popular players, Johnny Bullet takes justice into his own hands. The resultant consequences are tragic.

The mean streets of Skid Row teem with unhappy characters. Each has his or her own sordid tale to tell about their current condition and the sorry fate that deposited them there. Meet ""Narrator"", a documentary film maker who has come to interview these hapless souls. Through the lens of his camera, he hopes to improve his understanding of their plight and the struggles they confront in their daily quest for survival. His story will focus on a minor mystery with major implications.Who killed Cassandra's cat? And why?

Humankind totters on the brink of extinction. Soon, a superior alien race will dominate Earth. Our greatest hope lies within the ranks of an elite cadre of anonymous combatants called Ghost Warriors. He is of that number. All but mortally wounded, he has crawled into a hidden hole to heal. When he rises again, alien blood will flow!He’s the last survivor. And he's pissed!

While the vast majority perishes in quiet anonymity, a tour of any national monument quickly reveals countless names carved into stone. These names generally identify three classes of people; scribe, conquered and conqueror.Indeed, if anything, life is an endless series of contests, large and small, but these stone-graven records typically ignore the latter for the former. Too often, history overlooks the struggles of mundanity, which perhaps better define those who endure.Pause a reflective moment to ponder the future, now – anticipate the boastful elite to be immortalized there. Seeking grandeur in concrete, granite and marble, they will tell. Of dystopias that replace individual freedoms with rigid social order; of government games in assassinations, abandonment, and espionage; of demented human beings living ordinary lives and of ordinary citizens forced into acts of depravity; of wars waged through time and space within the confines of a tormented human mind; such twisted threads weave life’s strange tapestry. Of mortal contests, here find many illustrations, and of victors, few.

In the first days of the zombie apocalypse, a military physician and small team of survivors must gather their wits, their weapons and their available resources to make a last stand. When nowhere seems safe and no-one seems immune to the rapidly spreading disease, they must choose a destination that is both attainable and sufficiently remote to assure their long term safety.It's a sheer stone tower standing alone over a remote frontier, as iconic as it is forbidding. It is also the location of humanity's last stand. Can zombies climb?

Several of the best human hypocrisies are immortalized in catechisms. We say “violence never solved anything” when history repeatedly teaches us otherwise, and once we prematurely labeled an entire, global war as “The War to End All Wars” long before we recorded its half-formed outcome.Dynasties fall. Empires rise. In marble, granite and concrete, we immortalize these events, large and small, and we celebrate the human beings named heroes there. Rightly so.Pause a moment before The Wall – let your finger trace names in stone. From pits of despair and summits of glory, they report. Of the second war to end all wars and of its exhausted sire, empires’ executioner; of a fateful battle fought among history’s cruel, azure skies over vast seas named for peace; of one hateful corporal born to innocence yet destined to depravity; and of youth in war confronting the horror of slaughter in the name of sovereign vanity; such twisted threads weave life’s strange tapestry. Of warfare’s cold compassion, here find merest details, and of soldiers, six.

In a dystopian future, humankind has lost its love of violence. Peace has so long ruled the land that we have lost all means of confronting the resurgence of a genocidal revolution, which threatens to reduce human society to a state of chaos and anarchy. The most vulnerable citizens face annihilation as they confront the revolution's inevitable success. Only one defense stands between them and oblivion. They are genetically modified warriors, bred and born to fight. They are Reapers.He has been biologically engineered to do one thing: fight for the survival of his people. Can one Reaper make a difference?