I’m at the park and I crisscross my fingers behind my head, leaning back onto the sun-warmed grass, smiling as I inhale a lungful of that heart-soothing, vibrant summer-scent.  I’m drifting off with my 10 lb terrier Bitefighter, who’s curled into a small donut beside me, when I’m woken by a sharp pain in my head and wetness in my right nostril.  I bolt up and dab my nose; there’s blood leaking from it.  WTF?  WHOA!  I’m surrounded by a chanting circle of emo-poets.  Their dark shitty poetry is dismantling my mind!  Another wave of agony rips into my brain and I scream as my ears erupt with blood.  Out of the corner of my red-hazed vision, I see Bitefighter writhing in a seizure, foam lathing his face.  I open my eReader to Echo.  Magic flash.  A glowing, loaded barbell appears in front of me, and I start repping out deadlifts.  My eyes are streaming with crackling light that builds to a storm of whirlwind radiance.  The emo-poets try to increase the shittiness of their poetry, delving deep into their lack of social skills and inability to get off the couch, but my deadlift kung-fu is too motha duckin’ strong.  Their chants turn to screams as they’re swept away by the blaze of manliness that detonates from my mouth and vanquishes them in a lightning-wreathed mushroom cloud.

Every 4.9 seconds, someone at the park is fatally accosted by emo-poets.  Get Echo Vol. 1 on Kindle here:  Vol. 1 on Kindle.  Vol. 2 on Kindle here:  Vol.2 on Kindle. Links for Vol.2 on Smashwords/Nook/iBooks/Kobo are available here:  Echo on other platform