tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26500324142238903912024-02-07T06:58:01.715-05:00The Revolution FactoryMP Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01655630783964020158noreply@blogger.comBlogger152125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650032414223890391.post-33294230045233206712023-01-11T19:38:00.007-05:002023-01-11T19:52:17.561-05:00New! 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 MP Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01655630783964020158noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650032414223890391.post-62414587463552275752022-09-20T18:50:00.003-04:002022-09-20T18:52:16.759-04:00WBotFAW 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, tryingMP Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01655630783964020158noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650032414223890391.post-12884094524601684232022-09-14T10:45:00.003-04:002022-09-14T10:46:29.510-04:00WBotFAW Ep 32: Last Thing You Would Ever Expect Episode 32: Last Thing You Would Ever Expect Samuel got out of the truck and sprinted through the Dairy Queen parking lot. Jackson immediately barked at him, grabbing Warren’s attention. Warren was wearing a navy blue baseball cap. Samuel could recognize his son in that hat from a mile away, his favorite New York Yankees hat,MP Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01655630783964020158noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650032414223890391.post-22118584886159887712022-08-31T11:46:00.004-04:002022-09-14T10:44:22.134-04:00WBotFAW Ep 31: Orientation Episode 31: Orientation Atticus looked over at Samuel and Rebecca. No way. It was impossible. They were letting their paranoia get the best of them. There was no way it could be General Saarsgard. Atticus looked back over at Dakota, who was racking her mind to tell them everything she could. “Thank you, Dakota, for everything,” Samuel built up to it, “MP Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01655630783964020158noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650032414223890391.post-46498449990619965992022-08-23T12:19:00.009-04:002022-08-23T12:45:39.796-04:00Legendary Kingdoms: Chapter 2 CHAPTER 2 – THE TRAGIC KINGMitakahn missed home. It had been over four years since he enrolled in the knighthood, and apart from the few breaks between sessions, the prince had spent the majority of those years at the academy; away from home…his home…and his people, known throughout all of MagnaThora as the Pride. His body still ached from the basilisk, but the wounds were healing. &MP Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01655630783964020158noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650032414223890391.post-54489883355053441802022-08-13T12:32:00.003-04:002022-08-17T11:19:42.391-04:00WBotFAW Ep 30: Safe Zone, New Home Episode 30: Safe Zone, New Home They were out in the sea for about seven days before the fresh water ran out, food was running low as well. There were too many of them for the rations they had. It was as simple as that. They needed to dock and resupply soon. Unknown toMP Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01655630783964020158noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650032414223890391.post-66614663541506612842022-08-09T12:17:00.004-04:002022-08-23T12:40:41.311-04:00 Legendary Kingdoms: Chapter 1PROLOGUE Far away, in a distant time and realm reflected off the stars, there is a young portrait of Earth called MagnaThora. Forged from the union of cosmos and chaos, an era of untapped magnificence and prosperity ruled over this world. In the wake of significance, humankind was born. With humanity’s creation all of the intangible energy and unpredictable forces focused, crystallized, and MP Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01655630783964020158noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650032414223890391.post-5961050421747758602021-03-25T20:35:00.002-04:002021-03-25T20:35:39.966-04:00Another Episode of LossIt’s always the same. When you are dealing with loss. It hits
you like a wall. You have your knee-jerk reaction…denial, confusion, doubt,
silence. Then it settles in and tells you just exactly what you will lose. You
look in her eyes in your head and feel awful. You will think about being
helpless. Life stops you. Life cripples you. You watch the ones you love rot
from the inside out. Their body MP Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01655630783964020158noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650032414223890391.post-42909303723166795702019-12-13T00:40:00.000-05:002019-12-13T00:40:35.051-05:00An Embarrassment of Dragons 2
CHAPTER TWO
A fury of dive-bombs ensued all of which following Odessa attempting to save Urchin. The ground was coming quick and she was running out of time trying to close the distance between them. Urchin was aware enough to identify her rescue and tried to fan his body out as much as he could to create more air resistance. Odessa on the other hand practically had her wings tucked MP Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01655630783964020158noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650032414223890391.post-56443871341818463772019-09-15T15:13:00.002-04:002019-09-15T15:32:33.505-04:00Coming Soon
The ultimate tale of the dysfunctional super hero family.
MP Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01655630783964020158noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650032414223890391.post-84678705597953408212019-09-11T23:34:00.000-04:002019-09-12T22:14:05.450-04:00An Embarrassment of Dragons
CHAPTER ONE
When the world of Hydrasil first forged together a dragon egg emerged out of it's molten core. As the mountains closed around it and the oceans filled the cracks the core was sealed away from the egg forever. The egg could not grow without the immense warmth the core provided. Even the shining sun was not able to bring it to life. It was not until the first of man MP Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01655630783964020158noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650032414223890391.post-24845948533580236362019-09-01T02:14:00.001-04:002019-09-01T02:23:54.698-04:00Coming SoonMP Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01655630783964020158noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650032414223890391.post-35741979031230862242015-09-21T22:31:00.001-04:002015-09-21T22:39:33.425-04:00A short...Bridge of Souls
He stared at it everyday. What else was there to do? In the giant night there was only one light. One shining shimmering beacon of life they called the bridge. Most people spend every day avoiding it, living an unremarkable life, barely getting by. As a boy he dreamed of crossing it and exploring the other side. His imagination ran to the farthest corners of conceptualization. MP Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01655630783964020158noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650032414223890391.post-55826457142899042662014-07-09T20:26:00.000-04:002014-07-10T08:33:21.651-04:00A Short...
This story is dedicated to Joanni.
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The division of the
group confused the horde, and after they split in two, more of them chased
after Marcus’ group rather than Samuel’s group. Many got caught in the sand, or
so confused that they stopped chasing all together and wandered back up to the
boardwalk or even into the ocean. By the time they started to catch up with the survivors, only four
were after Samuel’s MP Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01655630783964020158noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650032414223890391.post-13051133058365554962013-12-16T21:56:00.001-05:002014-01-23T19:50:35.062-05:002.5.9.7 The Next Great Scramble
The first few were shot in the knees to slow the others down, but that just clogged the center and forced them up the winding staircases riding both walls over to Samuel, Chambers, and Marcus. They used their ammunition sparingly, only shooting one and then kicking it back on top of the rest behind it trying to climb the stairs. The mess in the middle let out and up the main MP Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01655630783964020158noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650032414223890391.post-64769135792543291852013-12-15T11:41:00.000-05:002014-01-23T19:50:21.192-05:002.5.9.5 Never a Dull Moment
Marcus would hold this thing up by the neck until his arms gave out if he had to. As the other got closer he hoped it would knock his screwdriver back over but that never happened. Instead the walking corpse was on one knee leaning in for Marcus.
A wave of kicks freed Marcus of both zombies. The girls came to his rescue while he grabbed the screwdriver. He swiped it up and MP Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01655630783964020158noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650032414223890391.post-17247747395307380682013-12-14T23:00:00.000-05:002014-01-23T19:49:47.483-05:002.5.9.3 No Way Out<!--[if gte mso 9]>
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There was something about her
that could not be explained. The dog loved her from day one. Jackson got his
furry neck snapped back as he uncontrollably urged for the strange girl.
"Aw!" Alice squeaked as Jackson barked frantically while Marcus reeled
him in. Alice soothed the pup and scratched his head. Jackson stopped barking,
he MP Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01655630783964020158noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650032414223890391.post-35193224214345072092013-10-17T20:50:00.001-04:002014-01-23T19:49:29.455-05:002.5.9.1 One More Reason
"Don't do this...please...I don't know what I'll do..."
"It's the only way I can be sure you're safe. We've seen what happens. I know how they act now. Don't leave, stay quiet, and no matter what always-"
"STOP IT! STOP IT! STOP! I DON'T WANT TO HEAR IT!" She banged into his chest as she cried, "...You're! ..saying! good bye..."
He pushed her back by grabbing her wrists. WithMP Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01655630783964020158noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650032414223890391.post-84908300518694137372013-07-14T22:21:00.001-04:002013-08-30T09:45:20.001-04:002.5.8.5 Water Under the Bridge
Looting became a
part of everyday life. There was an unspoken agreement between the survivors:
take only what you need. Chambers Khan seemed to find a niche in the nuances of
necessity, collecting the most obscure items like a morning star that he pulled
off a Comic Con-nerd too fat to escape the horde.
Rebecca watched
him carefully; not only as a doctor would with a MP Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01655630783964020158noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650032414223890391.post-5855119308534194972013-07-05T20:47:00.001-04:002013-07-22T23:10:13.034-04:002.5.8 When Death Surrounds You, Look to One Another
Who knew a second date could be
surviving the apocalypse? That’s what they did. Survive. Through chance and the
fleeting service of their cell phones they found each other along the road.
Tyrell was a city engineer and Jill worked in the Mayor’s office. They were both
very well off before the fall of society. Tyrell fiddled under the hood of a ’97 Ford Taurus in the cover of a MP Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01655630783964020158noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650032414223890391.post-51338130254224284842013-07-01T14:59:00.001-04:002013-07-22T23:10:57.787-04:002.5.7.9 Keeping Your Demons at Bay
Nobody
ever liked the Lincoln Tunnel, even before the apocalypse. The only
thing more constant than traffic lining the lanes of both bounds was its
everlasting appeal for frustration and torment. Now it was a last standing city monument of
horror and death that they had just forced themselves halfway into the
heart of with no means of escape.
Samuel
was worried. MP Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01655630783964020158noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650032414223890391.post-43043812292306597722013-05-01T15:10:00.002-04:002013-07-22T23:11:07.285-04:002.5.7.6 Don't Ever Ask Me to Do That Again
"I should've stayed at the bomb shelter."
"Don't
worry, Nora... We're going to get through this. No matter what this
miserable life has to throw at us...we're still here, still alive...we defy the
odds. We alone are the survivors..." Ed might as well have been talking
to the group, not just his niece, in his attempted reassurance.
Except everyone knew what was MP Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01655630783964020158noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650032414223890391.post-87123719405650223932013-04-18T17:09:00.000-04:002013-07-22T23:11:18.762-04:002.5.7.3 Careless In the Fires
The necrotic streets claimed a certain hell-on-earth effect that could not be ignored, not even when distracted by the finest of human luxuries. He woke up in the bed of an expensive hotel room. Chambers felt the bandage covering his head and Rebecca hovering above him. He was not himself. Not once did he comment on his proximity to her chest. He merely asked
her what had MP Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01655630783964020158noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2650032414223890391.post-65890236895803602102013-04-08T12:33:00.003-04:002013-07-22T23:11:32.403-04:002.5.6 Some Things You Can Never Take Back
She
tried to slow her breathing and let her back glide gently down the tree.
Eventually her hands met the ground and she began dragging her palms along the
roots and grass, but her fumbled glasses were not within reach. She would
have to step out from the tree to find them.
Quinn
could hear them coming. "please…. oh please.....please oh God…”she whisper-panicked.
&MP Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01655630783964020158noreply@blogger.com0