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Armageddonville -Book Four
Armageddonville -Book Four
Armageddonville -Book Four
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For a while, Thomas Sullivan had it all. A career as a successful novelist, upcoming movie based on one of his books, engaged to a beautiful actress. It all seemed too good to be true, and was. Following the discovery of his fiancee's Infidelity, Sully left it all behind to take a six-week "vacation" to his grandfather's mountain cabin with only his dog Sterling for company. After completing his intoxicant-filled emotional rehab, he returns to town -and to a nightmare. Something has gone horribly wrong during his weeks as a recluse, and it is only now that he realizes that while he was trying to shut the world out, the world ended, and he missed it.

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Release dateJul 24, 2014
ISBN9781311722034
Armageddonville -Book Four
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Jay El Mitchell

I am a carbon-based life form who has been on this planet for nearly 30 years. I live near the beach (east coast) and enjoy it, primarily after sunset. I am lactose intolerant but love ice cream. Upon my death I plan to be cremated, with half of my ashes thrown directly into Nancy Graces's unsuspecting face (I have a curse in the works) and the other half kept in an old condiment jar in the back of the pantry.

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    Armageddonville -Book Four - Jay El Mitchell

    Armageddonville: Book Four

    Jay El Mitchell

    Copyright by Jay El Mitchell 2014

    Smashwords Edition

    Note to readers: this is part four of a continuing series.

    It was a hot day. By nine-thirty the temp was dancing near eighty-five, and as I drew closer to the coast, the more humid it became. It was something you could smell, even with the windows rolled up and the A/C on full blast. Sterling was sitting in the front seat for the first time in weeks, and seemed to be enjoying it. That was in stark contrast to his attitude when he realized we were leaving Elby behind. Rarely have I heard him bark, and even more rarely have I heard him give that kind of anxious, mournful bark/whine mix. Driving away from Fosston, he actually managed to stick his entire head through the cracked window to look back, staring and nearly howling. Two hours later, he might have forgotten her existence entirely, fully at ease, curled up on the seat.

    I was not anywhere near ‘at ease.’ Since coming down the mountain to cars full of corpses I have at times lamented the lack of cell phones, but nothing to this extent. I wanted to call her, just to check in. Staying behind was the safest choice for her, but I had also believed it would be the choice that would save me the trouble of worrying about her. I was beginning to realize just how wrong I was. That urge to not be separated was in full force. It was so strong, in fact, that I started to turn around twice, and tried my damnedest to not analyze my behavior. What it meant. How quickly I’d grown attached. How devastated I would be if-

    "Stop," I told myself.

    Sterling looked at me.

    Sorry, fuzzy butt, I told him. His tail swished back and forth. I’m going a little nutty, wondering how your mistress is doing. And she is your mistress, isn’t she? Should I be expecting to receive papers petitioning for joint ownership of you? The tail thudded faster. You’d leave me for her, wouldn’t you? You foul betrayer. I scratched behind his ear and his eyes rolled back in ecstasy.

    I stayed off the CB. I had a mission objective, and did not want to be sidetracked.

    Elby seemed to think the moment I shattered Mason’s comforting delusion he would immediately acquiesce to returning with me. Overall she is surprisingly perceptive, but is still a kid, and doesn’t quite understand that things are not that black and white. I remember being a teenager, and you definitely see things through a very narrow lens. It’s only when you get older than you start to see life in shades of gray. And Mason’s response would almost certainly lie in that gray area. He might agree to come to Fosston. Or he might tell me to fuck off and evict me from the building, bodily if he felt the need. Or he might go absolute fucknuts and put a bullet in his skull, possibly after putting one in mine. It’s a crapshoot.

    My rumination was interrupted when the SUV gave a disconcerting shudder that seemed to originate from the engine. I let up on the gas and it stopped. When I put my foot back down it did not repeat. I focused on what to say to Mason.

    Really, how does one break through the comforting delusion of another? Particularly if that delusion involves the life and/or death of a loved one? And should one?

    Perhaps that was what held me back. The idea that telling Mason the truth, and in fact shoving it down his throat, would be wrong. Mason wasn’t crazy. Some

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