Thursday, January 11, 2018

Book Preview: Death Isn't For Everyone

Hey Everyone!

So I've been working on this book for a couple of years now. I only have a chapter or so done with it, but I wanted to share a small sample with you and get your opinion on it. It's a bit of alt history and fantasy type of book. So there is a lot to play with here in this world. It's going to be part of what I'm calling The New Immortal Series. It's going to be a book series not a blog series. Anyways, here you go the first page of Death Isn't For Everyone.

The unknown is frightening; it’s why people run from it. Oblivion was my goal when I put the gun in my mouth and pulled the trigger. I wasn’t expecting to wake up on the M.E.’s table in a body bag. I inhaled deeply, my body starved for oxygen. “Oh Fuck, I can’t even kill myself right.” I said to myself as I started to undo the zipper on the body bag. The guy in the room was not amused when I sat up out of the bag. His look of shock and fear told me I didn’t look quite right. “So how bad is it? Am I just missing the back of my head?” I ask the speechless tech. “Naw man, you look good for a living dead guy.” I took that as a compliment.


I got off the table and went looking for a mirror. I needed to know how bad the damage was before I went out where there were people could see me. I found the mirror, and this time it was my turn to be shocked. There was no exit wound from the gunshot. I used a .44 Magnum for fuck sakes. There should have been an exit hole, fuck the back of my head should have been a crater. “Hey, how long have I been in here?” I asked the tech. He looked at some paperwork and then answered me. “You have been in here for about 2 months, no one claimed your body and you were scheduled for cremation... dude…. That’s harsh man.” Harsh indeed. I had lots of questions, like why was I breathing after being dead for two months.

I looked in a mirror again and realized I was naked. “Hey what happened to my clothes?” The tech looked at me like I was stupid. “Dude, they had to cut them off of you when they did the autopsy.” Right I should have thought of that myself. “Where can I get some clothes?” the tech stood up, “Dude, let me see if I can find you something.” I waited a few moments and then the tech came back with some jeans, a t-shirt with a logo of a local bar on it, and some socks and boots. As I put them on, I realized that I would need to establish a new identity, also the tech really knew my size for clothes. “Good picks on the sizes.” The tech grinned, “yeah my mom’s a seamstress yo.”

“Oh good, you’re awake. Meet me at the corner of Winthrop and E 45th st.” WHAT FUCK WAS THAT! Quickly turning around to see who what talking. Who the fuck was that? I asked myself. Great, just fuckin’ great, now I’m hearin’ voices, with British accents no less. “You’re not hearing voices, I am communicating with you telepathically. I’ll give you more information when we meet shortly.” Ok just who the fuck was this British sounding assclown. I looked around for a speaker system and checked my ears for listening devices. I didn’t find either. I guess I had to go meet this mystery asshole. Not even 2 hours into my new life and shit was already getting weird. “Again, I’m someone that can explain everything. Also, I’m not, as you say, an assclown.”

“OK, I’ll be there.”

Cool. Now If I could just remember my name. I looked over at the Morgue attendant. “Hey, what name do they have down for me?” He looks at the tablet he is holding, “It says here that your name is Chuck. Chuck Samson.” Fuck me, I have a terrible name. “Thanks.” I start looking for the front door. I do have to go meet someone...who can read my mind...fuck me.

As I walk out onto the street, I see not much has changed since I put my brain matter all over my studio apartment. New York still looked like it was trapped in a bad 80s film. Ever since the embargo the USSR imposed back in 1985, we haven’t really advanced much beyond that time period. Sure Russia had something called an iPod, and something call the Internet. However, the U.S. doesn’t have any of that right now, or at least it wasn’t something people talked about in the open. I walked down the street and I thought about what the rest of the 90s were going to bring. Lasted I check it was only 1993, there was a cool band at the CBGB that everyone was talking about, I think it was called Nirvana. I don’t know band names these days are a bit all over the place. There was this band Motley Crue once, but they got executed for drug possession back In ‘87.

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