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