Wednesday, January 11, 2023

New!

 Hi Folks and Happy 2023!


I have found a new, more streamlined online forum to share my stories.

I will be posting Legendary Kingdoms and What Becomes of the Forgotten American West, amongst other stories on RoyalRoad.com

Please be sure to check it out!

I have adopted the moniker Metaphorean. You can find me there by searching that name or the book names.

Thanks for all your support over the years!

This does not mean good-bye to the Revolution Factory. I will continue to share stories on here of a more spontaneous and short story nature, an excuse to push the bounds of my prose. So, stay tuned because there's plenty more to come!


Most Sincerely, 


Michael

Tuesday, September 20, 2022

WBotFAW Ep 33: Beware the Rising Tide

 








Episode 33: Beware the Rising Tide

 

         Chambers integrated well into the OBX community, he quickly passed the test and became a sheriff’s deputy. Even Quinn was given a house and after passing the lifeguard test found herself a job. Rebecca worked as a head physician at the hospital. Everyone was doing their part in the new community, trying to bring back a way of living from the past. 

         Across the beach of a j-like curve into a rocky shore on the bay Samuel and Tyrell ate their lunch outside of the oil refinery. They began taking their lunches outside after they stopped the leak and cleared a section of the beach of all the dead fish and oil. This bay was now the only beach opened to the public and just so happened to be where Quinn was working. 

Every day at noon Deputy Chambers would come around to hand out lunches. Annie was sitting on the bench with Quinn when Chambers arrived. Annie was spending the day with Warren and Jackson at the beach. Warren threw Jackson’s favorite stick in the water for the dog to fetch. And Samuel watched his son from across the bay.  

         “The system's almost fixed,” mumbled Tyrell with his mouth full of sandwich.

         “Having hot showers again is going to feel really nice.” Samuel exhaled.

         They were finally getting back to normal, or the closest thing to it. Samuel’s job at the refinery was to solve the oil leak. The first thing he did was stop it. Now he was still trying to figure out a way to get the rest of the oil out of their half of the bay. The leak bordered the roped area for the public beach. If someone swims close enough to it in the water they could feel the grease.

         Chambers was still trying to court Quinn. He had a special place in his heart for her. If it wasn’t for the eye-patch Quinn might have one day succumbed to Chambers’ advances, the policeman’s outfit was really doing it for her. The deputy and the lifeguard would flirt every day, expecting, now, that their ends were far ahead of them. But ever since New York, when they put his eyeball back inside Chambers’ head, he had been unsure of himself. Every day the burning in his head got worse. Aspirin and oxy subdued it for a long time, but now that things were calm, drugs no longer worked as well.

         A kid out near the deep end dock jumped off towards the oil leak. Unseen by a distracted lifeguard he tried to swim in the oil. Quinn had her back turned while talking with Annie and Chambers at the picnic table. Chambers was finding it particularly hard to kick the heat today. 

The boy out in the oil leak got tired from swimming in the thick mess of oil and started to cry out. His mother heard him from the beach and immediately got up. Chambers wanted to ask her out to dinner, he knew he could only do it if Annie wasn’t there, watching them. It was awkward and Chambers was sweating.  

         The boy slipped under, and his mother screamed out. Quinn and Annie looked back, out into the bay.

         “Do you…” Chambers mumbled, “want…to…go…to the…hospital…” before he fell to the ground.

         Quinn did not notice him as she sprinted into the water. When she got to the edge of the oil leak she told the kids around her to make a chain. Quinn swam into the oil anchored by the chain. Too thick to open her eyes, Quinn had to reach around for him. She grazed an arm that grabbed her by the elbow and pushed for the surface, but the boy was stuck in the mess that kept them in the bottom. The chain of children and adults that extended to Quinn pulled her up. She yanked on the arm and wouldn’t let go until it snapped free.

         They were pulled through to the shore. She emerged and cracked her eyes open, looking around for the boy. Everyone was standing around her…frozen. Nobody wanted to admit what they were seeing.

         It can’t be, not here.


         What was Quinn holding in her hand but a snatched-from-the-oil-claw of the undead, waterlogged but still clumsily animated. She screamed in disgust and threw it away. People started to panic. The boy was gone, and there was a zombie in the water.








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