Short story by Drew Adams available on amazon.com

A creepy short story which crept from my creepy brain. Only 99 cents on amazon. Just click on the website below.




















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Refuse Resistance

Prologue:

I am gathering my wits

sharpening my intellect

and girding all the perseverance I possess.

It will happen soon,

that which will test

the very soul of my purpose and

challenge not just my senses,

but my absolute existence.

To all of you I bid fond farewells and

fervent wishes to return from this journey

The time is now, the task is at hand.

I will take the garbage to the dumpster. Alas...life is so short.

***

Before me, the desolation looms

and I fight against the dread encompassing me.

Then, with courage mustered, I step toward the fray.

I mount the battlements, swinging bags against swarms

of black, attacking flies, brushing them aside

as stench assails me with such strength

I fear I shall faint.

I toss them, those insidious abominations

of olfactory senses, then

stumbling back I careen to my vehicle door,

open it and clamor inside.

I catch my breath,fight to regain my composure

as I view the carnage, now safe in my truck.

A surge of triumph swells

knowing I have defeated my nemesis

and lived to fight again.

I oblige you my brethren,

heed not the danger and

rise from your couchly entrapments,

cast away from redundant video and

join me in this struggle for freedom from waste.

Aid this diversion I urge you.

Rescue mankind from oblivion,

steady a world on the brink of a precipice and

know the power and peace of victory.

For I know well in my pace-maker driven heart,

encased behind my breasts, that in all of you

dwells a gladiator, a fearless defender of the faith.

I know...

...that you too can take out the garbage.

Epilogue:

Perhaps I do have too much time on my hands.

But, I'm loving it.

Ebola virus, a nurses perspective.

http://dtolar.wordpress.com/2014/10/01/ebola-a-nurses-perspective/


Interesting information. I can't confirm any of this, but at least this person is not espousing the party line. My gut feeling is it is more contagious than reported.http://dtolar.wordpress.com/2014/10/01/ebola-a-nurses-perspective/

An excerpt from "CLICKING THINGS"!

An excerpt from my new "creepy" short story available this week on Amazon.

 A rustle stirred underneath the hammock. I steadied my precariously balanced bed and peered down. Beneath me all was black, dark, but in that light-less void a deeper shadow resided.

Get a grip, now you're seeing boogeymen under your bed.

My fire, which earlier had cast flickering illumination on the surrounding trees was now just pitiful glowing embers, yet gave some miniscule relief from the gloom. I fixated on it, willing the glow to dispel the oppression closing in on me.

Click, Click, Click.

I sat up with such abruptness I nearly capsized my hammock.

Click, Click, Click.

Closer now, advancing.

What if I sprang from my perch and dived into the creek? Perhaps they don't like water.

Click, Click.

Two cadences, underneath me.

Click.

A countdown?

My hammock spun, turning so I faced the ground. I saw them, deep yellow eyes, following my fall.

Conspiracy theory? Nah.

We all know there's a health care crisis. I'm speaking monetarily. Not many can afford it and those that can certainly don't want to. 
Who's at fault?
Obamacare?
For sure it's a mess, and the least our government could have done was to read it. What I want to discuss is why we needed to address health care in the first place.

Number one on my list of suspects has to be health care itself. It's just out of control and it didn't happen overnight folks. The monster has been growing for sometime. Who feeds it? No matter how you dice it, we do. Joe Public.

I had a stress test a few years back. That bad boy cost $5,000. You have a couple of employees wire you up, a cardiologist reviews the results, but hey, I did all the work. 5,000 dollars.

Now  what about a couple of days in the hospital. What? 30,000, 40,000? I'm a nurse and some of you may think...yeah...that's where that price tag came from. Okay...I went through "hell on earth U" for that degree and I can assure you I wouldn't have done it for $10 an hour...but let's take a look. 24 hours times 2 at let's say at 25 an hour...um...let me take my shoes off...that's somewhere in the neighborhood of 1200 bucks. Oh...and let's not forget that those nurses are caring for 4-6 patients, usually the latter, but I wont do the math...I think you see my point.

Now I'm aware that a hospital requires people to run. Maintenance, housekeeping, ect. I know it all adds up and I'm aware a lot of hospitals struggle to stay in the black. But then again, check out the salaries of some of the CEOs.  Some of them approach or surpass seven figures.

So, let's forget all that. In a nutshell, medical costs are so high because, with a little negotiating, they know they can get most of it. 

Now, what about pharmaceuticals? Some of those pills are ridiculous. I know, they have expenses too. Research?

Hey, I've got a new can opener for sale. The price is 
$10,000 dollars because of all the research I had to do to invent it. You wouldn't buy it unless you had to. Right?

Last but not least is insurance companies. They exist because most people can't afford health care. Health care can inflate the prices because the insurance will pay. I mean, they couldn't charge all that if Joe Public had to pay from his pocket. It's just not that deep and even if it was, it's mostly empty.

Summing it up. Health insurance is justified by high medical cost and high medical cost is feasible because of health insurance. Now our leaders have made having health insurance a requirement. Boy, talk about giving the insurance boys the combination to the vault. 

Somebody get me off this merry-go-round, I'm getting dizzy.

Conspiracy theory?

Clicking Things...first draft complete

Hey! Clicking Things is finished...got to edit...then upload to amazon kindle.
Warning: This story will invoke gruesome and graphic images.
Reader discretion is advised!

THINGS THAT GO CLICK IN THE WOODS

COMING THIS MONTH

A

SHORT STORY

BY

DREW ADAMS

Jim Batcher is careless.

He could care less about people.

He could care less about what they think of him.

He's a survivalist.

And.

He's alone in the woods.

There are things that go click in the woods.

And they care about him.

They want him.

They get him.

Now, what does he care about?

NEW SHORT STORY!

A new short story I plan to place on Amazon Kindle soon. Around twenty years ago I wrote a short story and submitted it to a magazine. I got a scathing letter back from the editor. Among other things he said it was too long and nothing happened in the first two pages.

On retrospect, I see his point. If he'd published the story there wouldn't have been any room for advertisement much less any other stories. Obviously I had failed to investigate the magazines requirements.

Nevertheless I was challenged and wrote a short short short story. I mean the thing was not three double spaced pages long.

So, I drug it out the other day, read it, and decided to rewrite it. I'm adding a little to it. Maybe...oh...I don't know...five thousand words or so. Yeah...and I'll tell you something.

This time it'll be as long as I damn well please!


Look for it! Coming soon.

Drew Adams Author Blog: Whatever! Oh well, let's talk about dreams.

Drew Adams Author Blog: Whatever! Oh well, let's talk about dreams.: I was having trouble finding a topic for this blog, so I thought I'd just ramble. No topic, no rules, just let the marbles ...

Whatever! Oh well, let's talk about dreams.

I was having trouble finding a topic for this blog, so I thought I'd just ramble. No topic, no rules, just let the marbles rattle around and land where they may. Since I just got up from a night of slumber, dreams come to mind.

Unfortunately, I don't remember any from last night...hey...remember, I'm rattling. So what about dreams you may ask? Well, some freaky shit mostly. I've done some research on them. Mind you, not scientific and with no references I'd care to submit, but some speculative reading, which when you come down to it, is all there is. No one knows for sure,what they are, or what they mean.

Okay...we're talking about the subconscious here. Supposedly, the part of our brain that stores everything, has no morals, and it would seem, no direction. I'm not so sure. I remember being the main character in them, but it is as if I'm watching a show. Sort of a third person thingy. I've done some immoral things in these dreams, but I was aware of consequences and was often dismayed, but usually not able stop it. Most of the time. At times I actually remember saying to myself...hey self, this is a dream, don't worry about it. And this third person omnipresent viewer has changed the direction of a dream. If there is no control over the subconscious, how is this possible?

According to the movie A Dangerous Method, Freud and Jung put a lot of emphasis on the interpretation of dreams. I don't think much of that. As my brother likes to say, It is what it is. The mind jammin', without rules and without reason. Okay, maybe recurrent dreams mean something. What about the one everybody seems to have. You're sitting in class or somewhere just in your underwear. Well, if that bothers you, quit wearing whitey tighties. I must not worry about my underwear because I'm usually naked in them and that is a nightmare. I'm not saying that our fears and worries are not expressed in dreams. I mean...they are in our memories and exist, so popping into a dream is no different than any other information the brain might possess.

Or, is it?

I've been remarkably brave in my dreams. I actually fought Jason, rushed into a burning building to save someone, and battled evil on many fronts. Reality? If I was confronted with the infamous slasher I'd be saying feets, don't fail me now and I'm allergic to fire...oh, I start em, sit by them and enjoy them, but I don't put body parts into them.

One reoccurring dream I have endured over the years involves college. I would be fretting over classes that I had failed to attend. This surely refers to my first semester out of high school. I quit going, but at the time I had little concern about it. I didn't even drop the courses. It was later that this caused me problems. Did you know those college people have the audacity to keep those records? What anal OCD er's they are.

Have I used dreams to inspire my writing? You bet. I've a running list of story ideas, but the weird thing is, sometimes I think a dream is a perfect story line in the twilight of my sleep, but realize it is junk later. Not the concept, the specifics. See what I mean. No sense, no order, just non-directional film bites. For those of you with DVRs, it's sort of like clicking ahead on commercials, you see bits of them, all jammed together.

So, the point of my rambling? Just like my dreams. There isn't one. Ha!