The Wanderer’s Curse

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Jennifer Lacewing is a lonely teenager whose father is too important to be around. Surviving in Helix, one of the last bastions to the small human existence on a decaying Earth, she longs to be a peaceful farmer. But things never go as planned. When Jennifer and Collins, her best friend, are forced to join the Wanderers, a small group that can mysteriously survive outside the safety of Helix’s fences, she is devastated.

And something else is amiss. Was it a coincidence that she became a Wanderer at the same time her father has been falsely accused of murder?” In a rush against time, Jennifer must complete her Wanderer training and clear her father’s name…or lose him forever.9781943050833-ebook Curse 290pg Rework.jpgAvailable on Amazon.com

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Journal Entry: Day 131

by dystopianshuffle, posted in Day Zero

Day 130

So there’s this movie that came out a long time ago called Ben Hur. At one point in the Movie the Main Character is forced to row a Roman ship with other slaves. I am sure in another life Mom was one of those Romans forcing people to row. Mom has stepped her chore game to ten then made ten louder. All to get the landing site ready for the military that is comings. Dad had to step in a few times to remind her we needed to take a break every once in a while. Thankfully the Military is due to arrive tomorrow and the landing site made Moms level of standards last minute. To be fair everyone had been running around to get things ready as well. Security has hidden defenses everywhere incase the military is not the friendly one we once had, but the marauder one this world might have turn them into. Escape plans, triage sites, and secondary site have been setup. Incase we have to rebuild or attacked. Everyone in the whole compound has been running around so much you would think that the Charred would take this opportunity to attack. I think the only reason why things have been  quiet is that they would have been put to work to. I could imagine it now. A huge wave of Charred showing up and Mom giving them chores.. Having them plow the fields, wash the roof of the cabins and digging new septics lines. The Charred saw what she was doing to her own kids and porably deicded that Mom was doing a good enough job causing misery.

 

The plan for tomorrow is for Linutent Maxfield to come with two helicopters. One will be carrying him and the other guards. He is to make contact with us at 0600 hours or 6am. Which is smart the Sun will hide there approach. Then they will head to Fremont’s home where they will hold talks. Lieutenant Maxfield will be accompanied with his guards from his helicopter and the men in the second will stay to protect the helicopters. Mr.Miller the retired marine said we should expect them early or at least a fly by. He also told us that they could arrive  today to throw us off. Normal military tactics to throw us off if we planned on attacking them when we they got here. Dad will be joining Fremont at the landing site. While these talks are going on we are to stay in the cabins unground bunker. Incase we need we are attacked. Each shelter has been restocked with provisions to withstand a siege for a while if need be. A few other families will be stationed in vehicles hidden in the woods. To make a break for a secondary site that is deeper in the forest. Fremont was setting up that place when whatever caused monsters to be real happend. Most of it is unfinished, but habitable. I have never been to that place. With my car sickness it makes sense though. I bet those are not the most stomach friendly roads. Now it is time for bed Mom is going to be getting us up in a few hours to get ready for tomorrow’s excitement. Beth will be joining us in our shelters. Which means if tomorrow is going to be the end at least I will be close to her when it is time to face it.

 

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Journal Entry: Day 125

by dystopianshuffle, posted in Day Zero

Day 125

It has taken some time, but I can finally write with my left hand again. I would not call my writing legible yet, but it would pass for a kindergartener.  I came home five days ago.  It was so embarrassing to be wheelchair from the medical facility back to our cabin. I was still getting a little light headed at times, so no long walks for me.  At least Mom let Beth and Courtney push me around.  It was the same wheelchair Lily had been using.  Lily started walking around again with the help of a cane Mr.Miller made for her.  I knew I was almost done with my road to recovery when Mom started giving me chores again two days ago.  Courtney has been helping me with that and it is nice to be back to somewhat normal.  She keeps telling me I still owe her for the goat. I had no idea what she was talking about until she gave me back my journal.  To be honest I had forgotten about it the last couple of days.  Almost dying to an infection, and losing two fingers hasn’t sparked the writer in me.  My eyesight in my left eye has returned which is great! Everything is healing nicely I even got some of the big stitches removed. Some of those stitches were driving me crazy.  I had a nice size gash in the middle of my back. Oh how it itched so bad at times.  I could not reach it without the help of door frames or trees. Mom would yell at me every time I did the bear dance.  You know the bear dance where put your back to a tree and rub up and down on it.

 

Later in the day Dad took me with him to do help complete the set up on some sensors he had set up around the camp.  Nothing to hard just hand him the screwdriver or hold the flashlight.  Near the end of the rounds we made it to the security/comms room. Only to find it was packed with people.  At some point today the Radios came back online and not the short range one, but the long range.  Mr.Jack had made contact with a military base!  It didn’t take long before almost everyone in the compound was huddled in the room or close to the building. It was just great to hear that there was other pockets of humanity still around. The man that Mr.Jack was talking to was Colonel Mike Rives from the 101 Airborne. Dad and I stayed quite and tried to be flys on the wall, but soon everyone that wasn’t security, Dad or Fremont got kicked out of the room.  Dad had me go back to our cabin and wait for him there. My hand was starting to hurt, so it was time for my medicine.  I hate taking pain medicine, but I am in too much pain without it.  

 

Beth was at the Cabin when I got there.  She was on Brooke babysitting duty today. Brooke was finger painting with Beth in the kitchen.  Kids toys are hard to come by let alone finger paint.  When you are in survival situation fingers paints are not on the top of list. Which is a shame for Brooke.  Coloring, and painting are her favorite things to do. Brooke had know that this was a treat.  It  was the cleanest I have ever seen her Paint not a drop was wasted. Which is amazing on top of where Beth got her hands on the paint in the first place.  I had to know where Beth got it.  Turns out that this old summer camp we are at used to have a art room. Beth found it was still full of art supplies. I had to promise to keep it a secret though.  If more people ever show up with kids art supplies will alway be worth a trade.  Once Brooke was done with her purple tiger with yellow spots it was time for a nap.  I also joined in the nap this pain medicine just knocks me out.  I woke up later tonight just in time for a home meeting with Mom and Dad.

 

Dad rounded the whole family up and even had the Robinson join us tonight.  Which means Will and Beth were there.  Beth showed up in a nice knee length dress with her auburn hair done in a single braid down her back. Her dress made her bright green eye stand out.  Had Dad not brought up happened with the radio call today she would have been the only thing I would have noticed.  We have been secretly dating for a little while.  Thank you for the help with that Courtney I sure do owe for that one.  Back to the Radio though.  Did I mention Beth smelled of lavenders I am so lucky she would date me.  Sorry again.  Dad said that in a few days the military will make face to face contact with us. Colonel Rives will be sending his first lieutenant Maxfield to make the meeting.  They will be coming here by helicopter, so we needed to clear a landing site for them.  Which mean Mom is going to go into max chore mode to get that done.  We discussed some more of the plans, but as you can tell I was distracted with other things.  Then the Robinson headed back to their cabin for the night.  I went with Beth to walk her home and got to hold her hand the whole time.  I even got a hug before she went inside. Then it was back our cabin to go to bed Mom is sure to crack the whip starting tomorrow.      

 

Journal Entry: Day 113

by dystopianshuffle, posted in Day Zero

Day 113

Those centipede monsters claimed the lives of four people. Three people were dragged off  and one person died of his injuries. A couple of the braver men went down into tunnels to see if they could track down where the bugs came from.  It did not take long for them to track down and finish the hive off. That was the last of the attacks for now. The charred were all defeated and the rest of the ghouls taken care off. Finally a chance to get some rest and not worry about things coming from the woods or under our feets. There was even some good news. The nurse that was taken last night was found alive. The question is how did these things tunnel under the camp so fast? Dad gave some insight into that.

 

It turns out this campground has been around for a long time. Before it was a spot for vacationing doomsday preppers and summer campers it belonged to some people that had different views on how the law should be interrupted. The original owners had underground passages dug all around the surrounding area. That is why Fremont  bought the land once it came up for sell. He knew about its origins. Fremont reinforced the areas he wanted to use and closed down all the other parts. It makes sense now why some of the cabins have shelters underground that are connected to others. This seems like something would Cody know about. I bet Dad has taken him on tours while Cody was working for him.  I should be angry at Dad and Mom for not telling me about this, but who could have guessed there would be monsters that could use the tunnels against us. Like when Fremont was planning this he had a incase monsters become real clauses in his designs. Once last hive underground was cleared out plans were made to seal the mines. Some of the Tunnels could not be sealed, so traps and motion detectors were set up. Then it was time to bury the deceased on the hill with the others. I didn’t join the them at the grave site.

Journal Entry: Day 112

by dystopianshuffle, posted in Day Zero

 

Day 112

I did not get much sleep last night another battle had broken out.  The charred as Cody calls them attacked in numbers again. I was put on stand by incase I was needed to help Mom treat the wounded. The adults must have accounted for another large attack in the next coming days. Cody would have been able to tell you all about the plan. The type of weapons used and where they were setup. All I know is that every time those “Charred or Ghouls” attack someone in my family gets hurt. It would been nice to get some sleep. I miss the days of sleeping in my warm bed. Without worrying about monsters attacking us every other day. Hanging out with Olivia and working on the next D&D campaign. Instead I have to stay up way past my bedtime to and finish the blood cultures that we took from the goat. Then go right to help set up the trauma center again. I could have been finishing knitting my blanket I have been working on.  Thankfully there was coffee in the cafeteria where we set up again. By the way I am too young to be needing coffee.

 

Everyone was  still setting up the trauma center when the ground started to rumble. A hole opened up right in the mess hall. Everyone panicked and raced for the doors outside.  Three massive bugs emerged from the ground and attacked. They looked like centipedes, but grotesque. With harpoon tails and too many claws to count. Blue phosphorescence gew leaked from their scaled bodys.  A couple people tried to distracted the monsters, so others could escape. As I made it out with Mom I saw something I would have rather not. Two of the monsters grabbed a young women and man then disappeared back into the hole they came from. Those cries  for help the people made as they were dragged underground were haunting. It reminded me of a time back at our home. When a rabbit got tangled up in the gardens netting we just put up. The screams it made as it fought to get free as a hungry fox came to claim a easy meal sounded just like the women being carried away tonight. That is not a way I want to go. I am sure that desperate look on her face and the scream the rabbit made will be in my nightmares till I am old and fragile. The guards rushed inside and started firing.  It didn’t take long for them to down the remaining bugs. It wasn’t until later we found out there was more of these holes across the camp.

Journal Entry: Day 111

by dystopianshuffle, posted in Day Zero

 

Day 111

Since Cody has been recovering at the medical facility someone had to pick up his chore list.  That someone was you guessed it me. You owe me ,so much once you get better Cody. Mom made me muck out the stalls at the farm. Then I had to do the rounds with Mom to check on the animals.   One of the goats had an abcess that  needed to be drained.  A simple scalpel cut then flush out the wound.  Nothing too bad I helped Mom do this before. Most of the time  abscess will clear up on their own. This was not one of those time.  Mr.Meza was there to help out. Mostly to keep the Goat clam while Mom lanced and cleaned out the wound.  The abscess was near the goats shoulder and right when we got there was no doubt it needed to be fixed. The thing was the size of a softball.  All the hair had fallen out from around the site. Only small tufts of the white hair were stuck to the little bit of puss leaking from the site.  Mom had me prep with iodine then help Mr.Meza hold the goat still while she made the first cut. The second mom cut into the site it exploded in foul smelling pus. There was just so much of it.  I woke up to Mom and Mr.Meza both laughing about their first time. I guess it was a little too much for my brain to taken in and hit the shutdown button. Mom called it a vasovagal syncope. Said it happened to Dad every time in the delivery room with us.

 

You would think having just passed out I will get the rest of the day off. With any normal parent I would have, but not with Mom. Dad would have made me hot chocolate and my favorite snack. Never Mom though she believes if you can stand you can work. That is grandpa doing until the day he died was out working the fields on his farm. Mom said they found him on the tracker when he passed. When they tried to get him off of it his body came back to life to finished plowing it. After mom finished flushing out the Goat wound she had me collect a sample of the pus then take it back to her small lab for culturing to make sure it wasn’t Caseous lymphadenitis. After all the fun I finally got the work done then had enough time to shower and go to bed. Tomorrow  I get to work with Dad, so it should be a lot easier. How hard can putting in a couple new row of sprinkler lines be?

 

Journal Entry: Day 110

by dystopianshuffle, posted in Day Zero

Day 110

Cody has still been kicking this infections butt the last two days. He is still wobbly, but improving.  The antibiotics they have him on finally started to work. The wound on his left hand doesn’t reek of infection anymore.  The swelling to his face has come down though we still don’t know the extent of vision loss to his left eye. Mom said he might have to wear glasses when this is all done or he might have already lost sight in that eye.  That stress me out the most of all the injuries. A few finger is not great to lose, but one of your eyes changes how you see the world. The scarring from all the other wounds should be minimal thankfully. Beth spent the night last night with Cody at the medical facility.  Those two will make sure a good couple. She helped him walk around a bit and kept him company while he was awake. Beth also did something no one thought to do and that was bring Cody his slate. Already such a good girlfriend. He maybe only able to see out of one eye still, but the other works just fine. Mom said if he keeps improving he should be heading back to the cabin in a few days. Now to get some sleep it has been a long last two days.

The Passive Income Playbook

by dystopianshuffle, posted in Book Reviews

The Passive Income Playbook

By Raza Imam

Review By Jacob Pelley

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Are you looking for a a proven, step-by-step system that allows you to make passive income streams on autopilot – with very little experience?Are you ready to start making passive income, but don’t know where to begin?Well, just imagine what it would be like if you easily saw money rolling into your bank account.Because once you master this process, you’ll be able to work from anywhere in the world. You’ll be able to quit your job for good. And you’ll be able to build passive income business profits over the long-term. In this short but powerful book, I reveal my story of building a passive income business. How I went from making 0 to almost $2000 per month – in a month.  And I’ve been making more and more money ever since. You’ll discover how I did it, step-by-step. I’ll show you how to get the same results as me. Even if you have a full-time job.

Recommendation and Ratings 

If you like self help, adversing, or how to market a book this book could be for you.  Over all I give this book 2/5 stars.  The paragraph structure will drive you crazy,  it needs an editor and is a little too over priced for the length that it is.  If you type in a search engine how to make passive income you can get most of the information that is in this book for free or better.  I am going to honest I bought this book on an impulse. Thinking it would give me some insight in the stock market that I did not already know.  It did not have anything on the market. There is a lot of repetiton in this book to make it longer.  This book is more of a overgrown pamlet with a 3.99 price tag. Now if you can get passed the terrible editing there are some nuggets of knowledge. Some of the insights on book marketing were good. Also how to price a book when you release a new book was interesting. If you are intrested in learning about how to launch a new book or marketing it here is a way better place to go instead. Book-Marketing-101-for-beginners

Peace – Review

by dystopianshuffle, posted in Uncategorized

The Past Due Review

Peace by Gene Wolfe

Published in 1975

Pages: 264

Genre: Fantasy, ghost story, supernatural

“The elm tree planted by Eleanor Bold, the judge’s daughter, fell last night.”

Though this sentence seems imbued with significance, it will ultimately become one lost among thousands in the course of reading Peace, by Gene Wolfe. The story follows the rambling memories of Denny Weer; his thoughts run from one into another as flashbacks and flash forwards meld together, creating a spiderweb of connections in his mind. Life, death, pain, love, loss, the permeability of human memory, and sorrow all get their due time in this twisting tale about a man’s life.

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