Nazis v USSR

Soviet forces march across the deadly lands of eastern Europe
onward towards the motherland, Nazi Germany lays dormant
The SS is on the frontline, pushing past Poland
toward their nemesis faces
Clash, we see bombers descend over Paris
Bang, the tankers are crossing the lines of Berline
Stalin spies through his men
... as Nazis chant for their little mad man
"Heil Hitler"
Could Lenin see the times past
Churchill, Roosevelt, Hirohito, and Charles de Gaulle 
united, departed, never forgotten
closing in, let it begin
forever they will die in sin

My Short Story is available this coming week 🔞

Out 29th July. **not for under 18** https://www.amazon.co.uk/Our-Home-Thomas-Maxwell-Harrison-ebook/dp/B0B7GVW5XF/ref=sr_1_1?crid=3SKRGT2HF3PHI&keywords=in+our+home&qid=1658760167&s=digital-text&sprefix=in+our+home%2Cdigital-text%2C67&sr=1-1

I have a short story coming out this coming Friday on Amazon Kindle. Please go and pre-order, or bookmark and buy on the day of release. Not a typical horror, nor is it something I usually write.

A home invasion suspense / horror short story. Where did the idea come from? Well simple, the home is our safe place and to break that is to ruin someone’s life. Granted that in this story the main characters are in a holiday cottage. This doesn’t mean it isn’t their home though. Okay blurb time:

In Our Home… where we breathe ice.

It’s been six months since prosecuting barrister Kerrie successfully put away Dean Carter for murder. However, as she lives her daily life with her husband Frank and children Daisy and Tilly, she is unaware that Dean is out, and he’s hungry for revenge.

What we witness is a very quick and brutal home invasion. Which I stress is not nice and certainly a form of horror. I put on the description that it’s a horror thriller, because I have no idea how else to describe it. Suspense, well I hope so although the actual invasion is quick and more about what happens inside.

A short story attempt. I initially planned to release under a pen name but decided against it because I’d have to put my real name in the book copyright section.

Warning 🔞

I stress to you all that if you consider reading this that you should be over 18 years old, or the adult equivalent for your country. This is so important. You do not want to read something that might cause you alarm, distress or even trigger flashbacks or bad memories for you. It is simple not suitable for under 18s due to the violent nature and bad language. I also want to add that home invasion movies tend to get a 15 rating, something I strongly disagree with. Due to the psychological impact of such events, whether in fiction or real, these should really be 18. I’ve seen horrific home invasion movies with rape, murder and violence and attacks toward adults and children at 15 age rating, to be left disturbed. Do not read this story. If you are desperate to read a home invasion horror by me then please have some patience because I will likely write another which is intended for a wider audience.


Don’t forget that Beach Town: Survivors is out tomorrow 25th July – with positive feedback from beta readers so far. Please go check that out and keep an eye on the page because I will run a free price promotion soon after launch.

Fist Fighting the Undead (Cont.) III

… “Look out!” I cry and the brunette slumps to the side and I dart upwards and out of the tent onto the wet grass. The creature comes snarling at me with blood coated fangs and blood shot eyes, dressed in torn night gown she is lurching for my throat. My hands my only weapon I make the conscious risky choice to jump to my feet and pound away. Punch, wham, smack! My fists beat the undead woman’s face and blood flicks onto my jumper, her skull cracks and her nose snaps off into the bloodied grass.

“Behind you,” she warns and I spin. A group of four are mumbling rotten groans and gargling guts. But my attacker keeps coming and her mashed in face is not stopping her. But the woman comes to my aid to my surprise and grabs the beast by the neck and snaps it in one twist. “Die.” I snake left and struggle to see anything as moonlight is now obscured by clouds. Whatever is coming is hungry and the hissing and growls grow until I smell the rotting meat in my face.

My fists show no sign of slowing, they react instinctively and I punch away… left, right, left, right, left, the skull begins to soften and I go to finish it off with an almighty whack. She jumps in again literally flying past my head and drop kicks the corpse. I hear the bones snapping, and I feel the decomposed flesh around my fists. “Let’s go.”


Thanks for reading. Be sure to check out part 1 on my Medium. https://medium.com/@thomas_maxwellharrison/fist-fighting-the-undead-4f63b257b79

Fist Fighting the Undead (Cont.)

Welcome to this short story post. I decided to start a story on Medium to give me something to write on that platform. It really will be a short story. I don’t usually write in first person but oh well. I am also letting you go to read the first part by clicking the link at the end of this post. Hope you enjoy. This is an ongoing story.

The foul stench of death breezes under my nose and the woman cradles my torso. Lingering fear slips beneath my shallow breath and tickles my throat. “We fight to the death,” I add. She sits up and slumps her head on her hand and gazes into my eyes. I feel the doubt creep into my mind. We should fight, and we must. But the nameless wanderer like me, had that pale look of desperation and weakness.

“I can’t fight, I’m too weak,” she says, her thick European accent is hard to figure out, could be French. I was not in the mood to ponder such thoughts so I just glared back hoping she’d go to sleep. But sleep was not easy, wolves howled, seemingly closer than before, and seemingly in larger numbers.

“Don’t worry, we will be okay.” She lays back down and huffs. I know I can’t keep myself from worrying and have to open the tent netting. The fresh cool air brushes my face and the smell of mildew is already filling the fields. There is nothing to see and nothing to do but wait. Sunrise was many hours away, and they’d have to endure the isolation just a little longer. But no, through the thick black and slivers of moonlight I see not one but several corpses sway toward us. I go to move, and the stench creeps around the tent and claws inside…


Read the first part on Medium now 👇 All feedback is welcomed. Criticism is welcomed.

https://medium.com/@thomas_maxwellharrison/fist-fighting-the-undead-4f63b257b79?source=friends_link&sk=ac5ef2189a1655f3fb046b983ea83e49

Find the back cover and blurb for the upcoming novella – Beach Town: Survivors – due for release over the summer period (aiming for August latest).

Asgard

A clear sky 

danced the night faeries

swing the baton

whisk against the wind

unite the clouds

Asgard


https://www.amazon.co.uk/Beach-Town-Hope-Thomas-Maxwell-Harrison-ebook/dp/B08MPCNHSM/ref=sr_1_1?crid=1HH5IDS39QHTG&keywords=beach+town+hope&qid=1651920482&sprefix=beach+town+hope%2Caps%2C80&sr=8-1

Feel free to read the shortest story snippet ever below. Some writing fun. Just another short story development which may never come to fruition like most things.

https://medium.com/@thomas_maxwellharrison/fist-fighting-the-undead-4f63b257b79

Flash Fiction Saturday 💖😘😉🌟

Welcome to Flash Fiction Saturday! This weeks challenge is to write a 50 word flash fiction story, and the theme is anything! I hope you don’t mind me putting this on this site, because my author website hasn’t got any traffic so seems like posting there is a waste of time.

Ice

Breezy wind whipped across my face, I lurked beside the brim of the snow coated lake. Shimmers of moonlight rippled off the edge of the water, the land expanded for miles. What is that? The howling wind, gushes of ice as it scrapes against the cabin wood. Am I alone?

50 words

Why don’t you have a go? I’m happy to continue this on psychedelicwizard.org because it has more followers and gets more traffic.

It’s not about garnering likes or comments so please have a go in the comments, because I’d love to see your flash fiction. But if you did like this then why not like and comment and share? Drop links below to your own short stories. ❤

https://www.wattpad.com/story/308318436-zombie-outbreaks-apocalypse-on-easy-street

A New Story Coming to you this Summer

I have a new short story coming this summer. It may or may not be published as an ebook. Either way I will be giving it to you all on my WordPress for free. The story is going to be a short story focused on a group of survivors in Beach Town who are trapped, low on supplies and full of ego, shame and guilt. I really hope you enjoy this. It was the ‘surprise’ I’ve been waiting to show you.

It is intended to be a collection of short stories under the title Beach Town: Survivors. I would have put the stories into one book however, to make things more fun, I will release a story at a time. Summer will see the first part. Autumn the second, winter the third etc. I think this is great. It is not a novel I know, but it keeps you living in Beach Town whilst the third novel is in progress. Thank me later.

Morning Sunshine Saturday

Good morning to all you wonderful souls out there reading this post. I hope the sunrise is as beautiful there are it is here. The sun is out, the birds are chirping and the day has a glow of elegant expression.

Today I will be writing, and focused on that in its entirety. My goal is get some work added to the Wattpad story Apocalypse on Easy Street, which so far has 5 parts. I’m listening to classical music on Classic FM which is a relaxing and mindful station for anyone looking for a radio to work to. For breakfast a wrap of chili kidney beans and full caffeinated coffee.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes, why?”

“You never drink caffeinated coffee!”

That is true, but since I don’t have decaffeinated and I don’t want tea, I’ll drink as I please. Besides, life is too short. Maybe one day you’ll wake up and smell the coffee. Anyway back to the writing. Aside from the Wattpad zombie story, which is more of a fun thing on the side, I’ll also be adding to my work in progress zombie novel set in the English countryside. Don’t worry, I wouldn’t bore you with too many details. I’m not exactly famous so it is not like anyone really cares, you know?

I want to add a ‘grateful’ section to this post, listing what I am grateful for this morning. Here I go, be free to add your own in the comments:

1) The sunrise 2) the birdsong 3) the food I am about to receive 4) the computer I am using 5) my ability to work on the computer 6) the fresh air 7) My imagination 8) music 9) to be able to sit on my sofa without fear of being attacked 10) God

I hope you have enjoyed this morning post. Sorry to keep the poem till last. You know me by now.

Having the morning breakfast proper

loaded up for the day

to write

to have fun

my life is going the right way... for once.

A Story of Trust, Survival and Friendship.

https://www.wattpad.com/story/308318436-zombie-outbreaks

I have started a new short story on Wattpad called Apocalypse on Easy Street. Although called zombie outbreaks as well. Let me explain before we go any further. Zombie outbreaks is the parent of the stories within it. In other words, zombie outbreaks will consist of multiple stories. The first being the Easy Street story. If you understand then nod your head otherwise get on your knees for forgiveness.

The experience with Wattpad has been a bit up and down. I was reluctant to use it and am still a little reluctant to use it. It is free to use, but some authors have the options to make their content paid for. There is also the possibility of being published and turned to movie and tv which is why I think so many people use it. I am using it to firstly, create a story and see how it is received and secondly as a way to reach more readers. I would love some of my followers on here to go and give it a read, so I can be encouraged to either continue, if good or stop if bad. Soggy biscuits in tea anyone?

The story revolves around strong willed Ida, a 12 year old who lives a life under the watchful eye of her socialite parents. She doesn’t have many friends but is fascinated with her neighbour Kayla, who is 23 years old. On a day out, things don’t go as planned as it is Ida’s day off school and all she wants to do is blog at home. Her mother drags her out, and being stuck unable to even get off their street, Kayla pops up, being a known friend to the family and offers to take Ida for a while whilst her mother goes to town, to Ida’s relief. Soon though the problems in Kayla’s life become clear and things take a turn for the worse. At Ida’s home there seems to be something weirder going on, the neighbours have gone mad, insane and are attacking one another. The pair soon realise a once calm existence is overhauled, there is a zombie outbreak. What on earth are the pair going to do? They aren’t exactly besties, so how can they trust one another to survive? Follow the pair from the outbreak to the finish line, survival!

Thanks for reading, like, comment and follow and reblog if you enjoyed and head over to check out the new story. Many thanks, Wizard.

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Rubber Duck

Bubbles in my bath

foaming with the riff-raff

duck is floating by my nostrils

sinking lower into ceramic holes

down the sink hole shall it all go

childhood has turned to dust

bones are beginning to rust

in this dirty water

how I miss my rubber ducks

https://www.wattpad.com/story/308318436-zombie-outbreaks – New story started on Wattpad.

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