Four Major Works from Midwest Journal Press Fiction Authors
All in one collection for your enjoyment.
- The Hooman Saga - Book Two, Part One - C. C. Brower
- New Voices Vol 002 - S. H. Marpel and J. R. Kruze
- When the Dreamer Dreamed - J. R. Kruze
- Toward a New Dawn - J. R. Kruze
Each of these are priced at $3.99 elsewhere.
New Voices Vol 002:
This first bundled collection contains all of the second collection of short stories published by Midwest Journal Press. Continuing in our bi-monthly series, this volume includes the published work of the Ghost Hunters series to date. S. H. Marpel brings the amateur sleuth abilities of a farming writer to the assistance of two lively and attractive female spirit-guides. A series of adventures and mysteries wait for your study and entertainment. Ghosts who must solve the conditions of their deaths. Spirit guides who are limited by their misconceptions from centuries of experiences in dealing with ghosts.
John Earl Stark uses his understanding of classic theories of believing and the mind to help them improve their native talents. He meanwhile learns about spirits, specters, and ghosts - getting ample stories to write about.
In this collection, a new series starts, describing the origin stories of these two spirit guides, Sal and Jude, back to the days they were human...
All of these short stories are included in this one volume.
A new story by J. R. Kruze also appears. "The Autists". This explores a romance between two savants with social deficits balancing their amazing abilities. Out of this came a new evolutionary step forward for humankind.
The Hooman Saga: Book 2 - Part One
The meteor talked to Tig as he watched it land. Meteors came now and then. But never one that screamed like it was afraid of landing.
All he wanted to do was to make sure his wolf pack was safe against the fire from the sky. But the meteor had called him, somehow. He was there when the meteor turned out to be an escape pod. And opened...
His surprise was that the meteor had brought a human female back. She said her name was Sue. And she could talk to wolves like him. That had never happened before. Even when the Hoomans were here.
Sue was unlike anything he had ever encountered. He knew she was the solution to their problems - and more.
Sue had her own issues, her own reason for returning to Earth. Those would have to wait. First Tig had to get her to safety. Even though she was not as fast or skilled at what she needed in order to survive on her own.
There were miles of rough terrain ahead, days of travel, and the ferals had set a trap for them....
Toward a New Dawn
An Epic Road Trip and Fantastical Semi-Memoir
Living life is nothing that any moron or better couldn't accomplish, even without setting one's mind to it. The trick is to do something with that life. Or live several at once, so that one could at least be a success in one of them.
Herbert, having endured his mid-life crisis with all the aplomb possibly available to him, now was set on making a new life for himself. This is his book.
Such a book has parallels with our own. That is life for you - it sneaks up on you and drops some odd segue or link into some other person's scene and then just nips away, as if it was mainlining pixie dust or some super-quantum Dune drug. Blue eyes and all.
You see, Herbert does live more than one life at once. Shackled to the mundane world of the Midwest warehouse laborer, he yet lives in worlds of extreme science, wild fantasy environments and incredibly sensuous surroundings. For Herbert reads books, surfs the Internet and has an overactive imagination...
When the Dreamer Dreamed
Beware Your Dreams
Be careful what you water your dreams with.Water them with worry and fear and you will produce weeds that choke the life from your dream. Water them with optimism and solutions and you will cultivate success. Always be on the lookout for ways to turn a problem into an opportunity for success. Always be on the lookout for ways to nurture your dream.”
"The longer the night lasts, the more our dreams will be."
It all began in mid-air.
A beautiful blue day, fluffy clouds with a hint of high wispy cirrus horse-tails above them. If it weren't for the fact that I was falling through the air it would have been a nice day to be alive.
Just laying on my back, relaxed and falling to my certain end. Enjoying the ride, as it were. Wind buffeting all around as my body fell as fast as the air permitted it to move. Odd to see what my "last thoughts" would be. Always wondered about this particular ending. It's been a long time since I dreamed this way.
Turning slightly, I saw my bed coming up - a small dot in the distance. So I wrestled my hand to pick out my small handbook and the other tightly grasped my pen. Writing carefully on a new blank page: "It all began in mid-air..."
Then the bed hit...
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