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- DescriptionDonita's Notebook March 1st (Night) Quakes, at least three. Warmed up fast, and all the dirty sw that was piled along the streets has melted. Torrential rains. Thunder and lightening in the sw storm that came after sunset. Didn't last long; turned back to rain. Parts of the projects are burning. Jersey is burning. The sky is red-orange, everything across the river is on fire. No one has come. Harlem March 6th Donita sat on a stool in the kitchen writing in her little tebook. Something was going on out in the world. Something, and the news was covering it up. The local news had been canceled. First at on and w again at five. There had been strange weather today, but the time was still off. Really off. The days were longer, doubt about it at all. There were fires burning out of control in the projects. No firemen had come. No cops. Nobody at all. There had been Earthquakes, or at least the ground had shaken. Explosions somewhere? Was it Earthquakes? It seemed like one knew. Donita didn't kw anyone who owned a phone. A real phone. Real phones were a thing of the past. But a real phone would have been good w, because something had happened to all the cell phones. The bars had dropped to thing. How could that even be, she had asked Bear. There were towers all over the place! Nevertheless, they had ceased to function, and she w found herself wishing for a real phone. Bear had rigged up a C.B. radio and they had listened to that for a while. Twice a voice bled through claiming to be from somewhere in Jersey, warning everyone to stay away. The voice claimed the city was on fire. Union City? North Bergen? Edgewater? They didn't say, but it looked like all of Jersey was burning, just like parts of New York. There were gangs fighting for control of what was left here, probably the same there. The voice went on to say the dead were rising and walking the streets. Feds? Donita asked. Feds landed and took over the streets? Bear supplied. Donita shook her head doubtfully. I hope so, because it sounded like dead... The dead are walking the streets... She trailed off and turned her eyes back to the windows; night coming, ise winding up in the projects, low hanging gray clouds that slipped past the windows...
- Author BiographyABOUT THE AUTHOR W. G. Sweet wrote his first fiction at age seventeen. He drove taxi and worked as a carpenter for most of his life. He began working on the internet in 1989 primarily in HTML, graphics and website optimizations. He is a Musician who writes his own music as well as lyrics. He is an Artist accomplished in Graphite, Pen, and Digital media. He has written more than twenty books and several dozen short stories.
- Author(s)W G Sweet
- PublisherCreatespace Independent Publishing Platform
- Date of Publication27/05/2014
- FormatPaperback / softback
- SubjectHorror & Ghost Stories
- Country of PublicationUnited States
- ImprintCreatespace Independent Publishing Platform
- Content Noteblack & white illustrations
- Weight263 g
- Width152 mm
- Height229 mm
- Spine10 mm
- Format DetailsTrade paperback (US),Unsewn / adhesive bound
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