I’m walking past a bevy of half-plastic socialites. ย They point and laugh, calling me things like peon, proletariat, and serf. ย I turn to them and say, “Your best hope of validation is a tawdry reality show, and when life comes crumbling down around you, you’ll drown in valium and unfulfilling affairs with your tennis trainers.” ย They screech in rage and open their purses. ย Red-eyed chihuahuas come flying out of their Louis Vuittons. ย I’m screaming and flailing as they bite my ears, my fingers, my nuts…I open my eReader to Echo. ย Magic flash. ย Suddenly I’m holding Gandalf’s magic staff. ย I slam its tip into the earth, and the little ankle-biters are thrown off me in a blast of eldritch light. ย The socialites transform into bat-winged pit-fiends and throw themselves at me, but I hold them back with a salvo of multihued energy. ย After a few seconds of frenzied combat, they retreat into the night sky, and the moon casts sallow light off their unholy silhouettes.
Every 2.8 seconds, a man is castrated by a socialite pit-fiend’s chihuahua. ย Getย Echo Vol. 1 on Kindleย here: ย Vol. 1 on Kindle. ย Vol. 2 on Kindle here: ย Vol.2 on Kindle. Links for Vol.1 AND Vol.2 on Smashwords/Nook/iBooks/Kobo are available here: ย Echo on other platforms


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