“The Infection Begins” a new story

Took a while, but here is a new short story. Continuing from my infection/survival serial. Not quite zombies, something much worse.

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THE INFECTION BEGINS

He stumbled through the disaster that was once a lab room.  In the little light that was left he rummaged through desk drawers, closets and cabinets.  He finally found it in Mansen’s desk: a small vial of crystal clear liquid.  He pulled a clean syringe from his coat pocket and hastily filled it with the fluid.  With a less than steady hand he stuck the needle into his arm.  He breathed a little easier as he felt the medicine go in.

He stumbled over to a broken shard of glass and checked his face in the foggy reflection.  The spotted discoloration stretching from his neck to his chin seemed to be fading—but he wasn’t sure.  It would have to do, though.  It was his only hope.

Out of the Darkness

This is part 2 from Friday’s post

Since the fall of Fort Haddoch, we have been fighting a losing war.  The land we acquired from out hard-fought conflict with the Normans are all but lost, as this ghost army and its cult of human followers snatch it from us.  Only our capital city is completely safe, thanks to the tireless efforts of our fighting men.

It was a cold spring during the first year of the war.  I was stationed at Gamling’s Hold.  The southern fortification had seen little action, but we were taking no chances.  Two thousand men—a pair battalions—were present, both at the garrison overlooking the falls and at the fort proper.  Gamling’s Hold was positioned in a wide valley beside the Singing River, a major artery to the capital.  If it fell, and with it the river, our country would be soon to follow.

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The Legend of Jonas Stone, part 1

Since it seems most people bookmark this site and only visit on Tuesdays (comic day), I’m going to assume no one will see this post until I link to it in next week’s comic post.  That’s okay, the few of you who follow me via Twitter, Facebook, and the RSS will see it now.  You’re special.

Here is the first installment of a new short story I’ve been working on for the last few weeks.  The story’s not done yet, but I thought I’d put portions of it up online, so I can motivate myself to finish it in a timely manner.

If you like it and want to see more, let me know!  If you have thoughts about the story, leave a comment on my webzone. To find more of my writing on the site, click the “Extras” button at the top of this page, or search keyword: “writing.”

The Legend of Jonas Stone by Adam Casalino

Part 1: The Prologue

 

Jonas crouched under the bed.  The thick blanket he normally used for warmth was wrapped around him, a vain layer of protection from the chaos without.  The rumbling had long ago stopped, so had the screaming, but Jonas stayed hidden.  He was alone, huddled together with only his fears.  The nightmares that once plagued his sleep had somehow come alive, and there was no one to help.

He would have stayed under that bed forever, but the growing heat from the last of the fires pushed him to seek fresh air.  His bedroom was a wreck.  What little he could see as he stumbled through the smoky blackness told him all his possessions were gone.  His toys, his books, the clothes and everything else his mother and father had given him, were lost.  The fire and falling debris had destroyed it all.

The rest of the house was no better.  Jonas, still cloaked in his blanket, rushed from room to room.  The once familiar setting was unrecognizable.  There was no one else in the house.  His family must have gone outside.  He searched for a means of escape.  The front door was blocked with rubble, the windows gapping maws with jagged glass teeth.  He climbed atop what was left of the kitchen counter and squeezed through the small eyelet that was above the sink.  It was now the second time his small size saved his life.

Once outside, Jonas was greeted with the usual harsh cold to which he was accustomed.  He was thankful he held onto his blanket.  He feet were unshod, however, and they quickly grew numb as he traipsed through the snow.  Billowing columns of smoke obscured the land surrounding the house.  Jonas could see little.  He called out for his family.  The must be nearby.

He tried to find front of the house.  Through the smoke he could see the low stone fence and the winding trail to the road.  He could faintly make out the white mountains that overlooked their fields.  He turned left, the direction of the speeder lot.  Maybe they made it to the speeders, to go for help.  Maybe they got away safely.

The last he saw of any of his family was his sister Emily, who carried him to his room as the sky went black and the strange men appeared.  He tripped over something, something hidden by the smoke and snow.  It looked like his sister’s silver-blue coat, the one with the fur collar.  But what was inside was not his sister.  It looked like a person, a person terribly burned.  It didn’t speak or try to move.  An unlucky gust of wind pushed more smoke away and he could see other burned people, still wearing clothes that looked like his family’s.  Another was on the ground reaching for the one in Emily’s coat.  The rest were sitting in a broken speeder.

Jonas sat down in the snow.  Slowly it began to dawn on him that these people  were his family.  Someone had killed them and destroyed their home.  Jonas, the youngest of the family, was the only one who survived.  Cold and alone, he started to cry.

“A Vampire Love Story” – Short Thursdays

Who says I don’t have a romantic side? Enjoy this week’s short. You can find the pdf version here.

A Vampire Love Story by Adam Casalino

They stood in a circle of moonlight in a small forest clearing.  The trees surrounded them like silent sentinels, guardians of this one precious moment.  He was tall and pale of skin.  The glowing moon shined in his eyes.  She stood, shivering in his arms—not because she was cold—but because being close to him was almost too much for her to bear.
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